I once stood like a tree,
my roots were free but grounded
at my feet.

My seasons changed, pain falling
like leafs fly from my life.

That like a seed, I bloomed
I grew and I shed my leafs
to release the ghosts
from the old me.

I then flew free, to the wind
I am smoke, a shadow of
my former self remained,
and under my shade
I protect my heart.

I once had a beaten heart,
bleeding on the floor
gasping for air under pressure.

Now I carry scars from
past battles and struggles.

My tree is rooted plotted deeply
and strong.

Life took me deep, it tried
to devour me in its dark
places. But I burned brighter
and hotter, being the beacon
for myself because no one else
can be my light.

My life is so much more than
shadows and scars.

Because God gave me the power
to burn like a star.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

I was a fool, always searching
for the one but none were
as blind as me.

Amongst the roses are the
thorns, and the weeds lay
beneath they like to choke
everything.

I was a fool, for love hit me,
tripped me and played my
heartstrings like a fiddle.

Foolish me, always searching
for the one but none were
as blind as me.

I once laid beneath the roses
as the bush slowly wrapped
itself around my heart stabbed
me deep in the back with its
thorns, as I hydrated it's roots
with my blood it drank my pain
and stole my gain.

Love fooled me, it was beautiful
in the beginning.

Until it revealed itself,
a rose it was not and
it mistaken-ed me for
a ****.

A fool I was, always searching
for the one but none were as
foolish as me, love blinded me
with its promises and false
reality.

Loves no dream, its no
magical spell or the greatest
most amazing thing ever.

Love is tragic, painful and
disastrous its painfully
damaging heartbreaking
and it causes scars.

Love is powerful because
its the most beautiful,
confusing disaster
you will ever experience.

Its the scars that define your
strength after a heartbreak,
what bites you can make you
stronger and smarter it can
teach you how to find true love.

We all are fools to love,
the first heartbreak is
the deepest pain and
leaves the biggest scar.

To guard your heart is the most
important thing, don't give it to
just anyone.

Find someone who enjoys life
with you and encourages you
to be your best and holds
your hand when you need
support. Also, remember to be
patient and kind.

Love is attracted to kindness
it finds it beautiful and amazing.

Love is inside of you,
its part of us all.

Love is success and acceptance,
it helps build societies.

A fool in love is a fools lesson.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Within this suffering
I live on with burning
passion, though I wrought
like iron I slowly break down
and rust, I breathe.

My roots are broken but
still I work like everyone else,
I just do it differently.

I burst like energy surging from
this life, I am structured
like a house with a computer
running everything.

I am the programmer of
my own existence, but I am not
the boss, for I work for God
who created us.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have always wondered
what makes me a poet?

Well, I think I know.

I am able to construct
complex sentences and format’s,
I am very interested in details and being able to express my vision.

I am always pondering
on philosophy and learning,
(Why something moves like
it does exc…)

I am always interested in
the science and engineering
side of life, I want to learn
how to be like everyone else
but still be myself.

My interest in people
and communications, it is
what feeds my poetic flames.

I consider myself a philosopher and innovator of ideas.

If you want to know how
to be a poet, you have to
open your mind to
the possibility of the
idea of being a writer.

You have to ponder on
format’s and word play,
read a dictionary and
the great writers like
Edgar Allan Poe, Stephen King, Anne Rice, Emmy Dickinson, and other philosophers through out history and how they construct their vision.

Read more books and more books until you can’t fit anymore
into your mind.

Allow your mind to wonder,
loss yourself in the forest
of ideas you have growing
in your head. Don’t think about the limitations of your mind,
go beyond the horizon of
what you consider reality.

Your imagination is your
greatest gift.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am deeply grateful for
rewrites, edits and
progression for they lead
to breaking my oppression.

Spelling and grammar was never
my gift, poetry taught me understanding and expression.

Along the lines of poetic
formation I’ve caught the
breaks that show my mistakes.

I am not ashamed of my past
errors for I understand
I am not perfect in anyway
shape or form. I do not expect
much from myself, for pride
breaks the mold before it is
sold.

I look back at my work
to revise it’s mold
learning and developing
a stronger understanding
of a possible growth.

Words are my best friend,
adieu adieu my passionate
friend.

A capulet that cascades
from my mind, looding
the pages of time as
the poetic lines collide
with my visions of expression.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

It starts with an idea,
it grows in silence in
a darkened mind.

The idea starts to fade,
drowned by suffering and
pain.

The darkened mind suffers
in silence and bruised by
abuse, pain settles in
vain.

Like a wilting rose the
villain grows its rot devours
the soul with its rooted decay.

Then it goes for the kindling.
Choking the light from its burning
flame. Until all good has evacuated
like smoke.

Nothing but a cold candle remains
and burnt petals that once was
soft and vibrant full of life
now ashes are left.

A villain is made from a mold
created with suffering from within
darkened silence. It baked inside
a dark mind hardening its heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Orange, yellow, and red stream through the dust as it settles down covering the ground and Autumn returns.

Leafs scatter in the wind
as cold chills push the trees.

The clouds become cotton *****
wrapped in there blue skies
and sunshine.

Heavy breath of snow blows
cold kisses upon your cheeks.

Autumn is never black,
its silhouette is orange,
yellow, and red.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am dust and ashes,
I am beaten and broke,
I am fearful and stricken
by emotions that darken my days.

I am sadness,
I am weakness,
I am creaked
and brittle from use.

I am consumption and its
dust I leave behind.

Ruin is my name,
I am ruined by time
and shame.

This life was not designed by me,
instead it’s a design built for
disaster and pain.

Such struggles I suffer,
always wade by the constant agitation of my heart and soul,
pulling me under it’s heavy gantt,
which never slows.
Steady as it goes,
nothing changes it’s scheduled path and codes.

I am painful and slow,
I am living but cold fire burns
within my heated mind.

I am alive this I know,
this life I have weaved
and sewed unit my
very last breath
I will feel its bite
and its bitter sweet taste
I crave.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I am that like a dew drop
upon a withering rose,
I’m a bit late to hydrate
its weathered bad,
for death already stole
its last breath.

The perfumed lives of
rose’s, is a lingering
ghost that lives like smoke.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

This is one of my blooming
thoughts from creativity
I have been cultivating
for some time.

It’s become rooted in
ideas and technology.

Yeah, I have a story to tell,
a word painting dripping with
blood and tears I’ve collected
over the years.

Suffering hydrates my poetic garden, of blue wildflowers and yellow oceans of daisies; they lay deep in the plots of my mind.

The roots try to sacrifice
for pain, suffocating my
creativity but it explodes
into blossoming lines of
expression everytime.

Without poetry I would have
exploded with emotional stress, and silence would have
killed my ideas.

This post would be empty and
nothing, without my blossoming expression’s.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Imagine chewing a large piece of gum,
now after the first 25 chew’s
spit that out.

Now imagine yourself being
small enough to swim in a
glass of water, now place
your tiny self into the gum.

Try to run! Come on, run!
You can’t.

Then you try to move but
the gum is pulling your
body back into itself.

You build muscle and you find
away to move but you’re still
stuck.

You find out you can break parts
of the gum but you have to move
quickly.

From there you learned to
flop yourself against the walls
you can wait there for assistance,
like a fly in a spider web.

Now you understand how
I feel.

Also, I feel like a
beached whale, or an
overstuffed panda bear.

Let’s do the MizzTwitch shall we?
Wahwahwah! Twitch, twitch, twitch!
Yeah buddy! ~~~~~~~√

© 2021 By Amanda Shelton

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

It's pooling on this digital platform,
at its base I lay.

Thorne's in cage my heart
with roots growing from its
depths my rose wilted
awhile ago.

My ghost remains.

A perfume of poetic expressions,
disaster's and clashers in my life.

I suffer and I rise,
I fall and I crawl,
I am bruised but not beaten.

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

The darkening came it tried to claim
my worth with its claws of shame,
it left me with open wounds and
anxiety.

I kept crawling through the dark,
until I can see a bit of light.

It is blurry and not so bright,
it seems the dark stretches far
beyond the horizon with streams
of light shining through.

My Gothic heart bleeds for you,
it bleeds poetry.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Donald Trump, is that one pumpkin that sits in the middle of the porch after Halloween rotting and stinking like black mold that won’t move. He’s grown into the foundation of the house and now the house is abandoned and deemed haunted by passed Donald Trump’s failures. Now that’s spooky!

Boo! The ghost of Donald Trump’s passed has come to haunt this post.

If you say pumpkin head three times and turn around each time, while holding a pumpkin looking in a bathroom mirror, Donald Trump will appear and start ranting about how he won the election. To make him leave you have to destroy the pumpkin while saying Donald Trump is a pumpkin head three times at the end say loser Trump leave.

Adieu.

Body dysphoria is like
having a monster as a reflection.

My mirror self is distorted
alien and monstrous.

I don’t see myself in reality
instead my mind sees static
confusion and an oddity.

Imagine seeing a bumpy lumpy
mass of hair and fingernails
with deeply wrinkled skin
everytime you look in the mirror.

That’s what I see.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

How can I become an autumn when my grief has yet to shed its leafs?

I suffer through the heated
summer of my pain,
eager for winter
to break the fever.

Oh life, how I strive to please you,
sadly you are not too pleased
with my lack of measure.

I am stuck in between
pain and stress,
being squeezed
slowly by its movement.

Don’t feel sorry for me,
instead enjoy what you have.

If anything you should
be motivated to do your best.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

You are walking on the road of life,
the sun begins to fade behind the shades of the moon.

They lurk in the dark, the monsters
smile grimly, behind your sleeping eyes lives your nightmares.

Dancing in the dark with skeleton's,
as their clothes watch in jealousy.

The closet door flys open with
a scream a shadow grabs you and
pulls you in.

Good morning.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

This is inspired by an odd
lucid dream I had.

I woke standing in a boat
floating on a dark ocean
of reflecting stars.

Both top and bottom
of my mind was sprinkled
with stars.

I could see my beating heart
in the black waters as I gazed
upon the surface.

It was bleeding and stitches
were coming loose from
the side of my heart.

I reached out to grab it
so I could fix the stitches.

As I was fixing it
I realized I was dreaming
and I started to wake.

As I woke I could hear
the beating of my heart
slowly fade.

Boom, boom, boom!
Good morning.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the waves I crashed
ashore, the force caused change and chaos pursued.

We all are like chaotic
oceans, crashing against
the shores of life.

We become earthquakes,
moving mountains with
our technologies and
inventions.

Our minds evolving over time, we become more aware of the changes we’ve caused.

Not everyone is open minded, it takes a philosophers view point to direct the way to the future possibilities.

I am a modern day philosopher, I enjoy learning and teaching.

Language is my best quality,
art is my favorite entertainment
and personal journey.

The art of living is
my job.

My poetic journey slowly
plays out upon these pages,
I’ve created.

My expressions stain the
internet with my rolling
formats of sentences and
word play.

Its a full deck of wildcards,
you never know what your going to get.

Jack be shameless,
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack drew an ace
missed the king,
kissed the queen of hearts,
while playing a deck of
fools.

We all play a part.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh how much I love you.

Upon the rays of the
burning sun you came,
you crashed into my chasm
of darkly lit rooms
and lit up the dark
like the candle you are.

You brought me a river of
love and change, you reminded
me I will never be alone again.

You are as a cloud to my rain,
you are a wick for my flame,
you are the missing piece
to my puzzle, you are
the breeze to my calmness
and weaves.

You cary me in the safety
of your arms, you keep me
dry upon the falling of
the rain.

You are my love.
My best friend till the end,
my true love.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the passing of time
I am slowly depleting
my cells vibrating gradually
expanding my existence beyond
my skin, mind and body.

I am like a star, burning
fuel as I collide with life
pushing farther into the vastness
of space, time and the infenant
continum of my existence.

My impacte is that like a
grazing cow, my imagination
chews upon reality spewing
knowledge from my philosophical
mind into the chasm of my unique
reality. It grows in the passage
of time.

As I struggle in my profound
rose bed, plotting my seasonal growth.
The poet in me arches forward
in an attempt to express itself.

With my poetic fingers crucified
for my style and format
I suffer for my artist and
I share the bruises
life has to offer me.

I am the Gothic muse
a shadow rose, I leave behind
a poetic perfume, with notes
of passion and the slow weathering
petals of my budding expressions.

Like a caged bird I’ve
flown the coop breaking free
from my caged mind.

I traveled the world of
my imagination may times
before, and upon my dreams
I’ve awoken to the possiblity
of a broken ideology
of the worlds sinful nature.

Its cruel and callous in its
abused status of corruption
and its waning actions feeding
the masses with lies and deception.

These are sad times, indeed
but still the sun will rise
and the moon wanes and space
continues to grow making room
for new structures and the cycle
to go on until the end of time.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

Poetry reveals my true self.

Upon the pressure of my pen
I become a small galaxy of
experiences, the vastness of me
expands as far as the imagination
can stretch my existence.

Line by line, I slowly claim
as the words become a latter
helping me to design my tapestry
of poetry.

I have and will touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail
of star dust.

Upon the setting sun I burst forth
inspired by the shadows and deepening darkness.
My mind takes flight with
the slowly fading light as I become
a flame that lights up the night.

The vail is lifted and I am released
upon the darkness that is my poetic
desire, and the night is my lover.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon these sea’s
I wait along the shore
for your return.

Your memory never fades
for you are always part
of my ever growing heart,
like the waves my love
is a powerful force.

It beats for you and burns
until you return from
your journey from the
depths of selfishness.

I understand your grief,
I understand your suffering.

Though you are more
too me then all the wealth
in the world.

I love you so much
it hurts me to have to
let you go,
I suffer so because
you are my love.

I understand your pain,
I understand your shame,
I care about you
and that’s my pain.

I only hope the best for you.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Do you ever get an itch
with your spidey since?

Its like a fly wriggling
in your web, if you don’t
take care of it, it rots
like an old shoe left out
to stink up your house.

I call it my ladybug since,
I can feel your honesty
and your lies miles away.

God gave me another gift
of discernment and empathetic
abilities, I can pick up
feelings and thoughts
from strangers and friends.

My ladybug since has saved
lives many times.

I’ve helped schizophrenics
break free from their
decisional trips by
showing them I can see
what they see and its not
reality.

I know what its like to
see that look of surprise
when they have an eye
opening experience.

Sometimes its like
I become a shadow of
the schizophrenics mind,
and it works almost every time.

To be the bate for
the schizophrenics
monster’s that was
my services I provided,
to save them from their
boogeymen brain robbers.

Now I am retired,
my job is to live
my life out peacefully
with my partner, who I love
beyond tomorrow’s sunrise
and yesterday’s sunset.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I am a introverted extrovert. I got lost in between being overly social and drained from emotional damages society suffers from.

AMANDA SHELTON

Upon the flow of words I fade
slowly into the dark.

Poetry is like the light, it shows
me the way.

I'm always hunting for the words
to say, within the forest of my
dreams lives the possibilities
of poetry.

I'm like a ghost, I haunt this post
with my creative designs.

I play well with the words,
they welcome me with open arms.

Line by line the passion grows,
it burns deep within me never to
fade.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I was born on a hot summers
night, 3rd of July on a Friday
9 pm.

With fire in my soul
and future sunrises
waiting to bloom, I
grew.

From the soil of American blue’s,
moody beaches covered in sunbathing bodies, seagulls and seashells of LA and Pismo.

My mom taught me well, I had
a voice and I have a story
to tell.

She raised me on rock n roll
guitar riffs, piano keys
at my finger tips and a voice
like a bell ringing in a tower.

With a bible under my belt,
and black belt karate around
my hips, with yoga on the side
I grew into myself.

Art galleries and canvas rooted
in my mind, from the beginning
I was meant to shine.

I was raised on American soil,
apple pies and biscuits with gravy.

I was soaked in the mud of
the Kern county mountains,
I swam in the river and ran
through the city barefoot
dreaming of a better future.

Poor and sick, but brave and
willing to learn I became
stronger and better than
I ever imagined.

I proved them wrong by
surviving mental illness,
cracking the lock to my
own purpose.

The meaning to life is simple,
to live it to the fullest, too be
brave and bold. Live it well.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Within the porcelain chamber
of my beating heart
the walls are fragile falling apart.

You’ve left me bruised
and crumbling to pieces
you never tried to fix
my broken pieces.

Instead you tread upon
my bed after you stole
the warmth of the covers.

You never gave me the support
I need, instead you stole
the main beam that
holds up the walls
to our foundation.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Pumpkin spice and nothing nice,
Donald Trump lost his mind.

Pumpkin Donny Donald Trump
thought he could have his pumpkin
pie and eat it too.

I guess he didn't realize his brain
rotted years ago and it yeeted
itself out leaving him with
a 72 IQ.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Its a thin line between
okay and not okay.
A maybe is my best answer.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I have grown into a thorny rose,
hydrated by my broken heart
as it bleeds out before you in
poetry.

My roots are tangled in old
plots of forgotten dreams
that never had a chance
to be free.

The snow falls upon my lucid
mind drunk on lost love
that once was mine but
you crushed my dreams
and left me in your ruins.

Oh love, you lost me to
your decay, and the lies
you display burned the road
we were supposed to build
together.

Only weeds remain.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Ti’s a dream of mine,
to fly above the mountains and sea.

To be free from the cage
I was born in.

My autistic mind is that like
a tree, it grew into the plot
I’ve dug; my roots are deep and strong.

I have fought infections
and disease.

I have suffered on my hands
and knees.

I sacrificed myself for
illness and family.

What has autism done for me?

It taught me how to be smart.

How to communicate and collaborate.

It taught me the importance of community and guidance.

It taught me how to love
unconditionally, without
judgement, honestly and
openly.

I am a unicorn amounts horses and ponies.

My brain is textured and viscous, it pushes me to the edge of reality. Forces me to
face my fears.

Anxiety and depression are my roommates but never
do I invite them.

To be me, is like being Alice
peeking through the looking glass.

Come have tea with me.

I’m the best hostess because
I always over achieve.

Niceness is like the sweetest candy, I am such a sweet ****.

I’m honest to a default.

Autism and me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Inside my mind I live
in a dimly lit room
full of lost dreams.

I am the only shadow
but my dreams follow.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Innocence is lost when knowledge is found.

A child is always learning,
so does that make us children
even when we are 40?

At 40 my path has become weathered
but still I find pieces of myself I thought
were useless, yet the pieces helped define
who I am.

I never lost my innocence because
I am ignorant to the outside world,
I have tried to walk amongst the population,
it's scary confusing and shady.

People are selfish and too busy,
I'm always aware and never too busy
to see the bigger picture.

I watch people thumb around bumping
into each other but moving on like
nothing happened.

You zoom by in your fast cars and airplanes,
you are loud causing pollution and forced
shoving and attention.

I think most are not aware of their own
reality, some people move about as if they
are shadow Ninja's fighting an invisible war.

I'm like a fly on the wall, I watch but never talk.

Am I broken or is the world broken and
I am walking amongst the ruin's?

Autism separates us.

I don't know if I ever will
understand your need
for attention and pollution.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The rose is like love,
it can ***** you
but it can also blossom.

Also

Love is like a rose
it’s rooted strongly
but it’s very fragile.

We grow upon the
foundation of love,
it keeps us grounded
and firmly attached to
our roots.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

To my abuser and ex love,

Upon my tears I release
my strife. The memories
of you taste like ash it
rotted and decayed long ago.

You promised me forever but brought me shattered dreams
instead.

I lost your heart to your
selfish muse, your in love
with greed and dishonesty.

I was beaten down until
I felt like I was nothing
but an annoyance an unbearable itch that keeps burning.

But it wasn’t me, it was
your sins that rules your
kingdom of hateful lies
you tell yourself.

You have no one to blame
but yourself, yet still,
still you cry wolf while wearing sheeps skin.

No one believes after
the first lie, each time
you speak to manipulate
you push a wage in between,
your a coward because you
don’t have the guts to be
honest and change your behavior.

I have worked hard to be
strong enough to not blame
myself for the abuse you
threw at me.

I am a good person,
I am a kind smart
and unique human being.

I had to learn how to accept myself while you were lying
telling me I am nuts and I
should take medication that
hurt me and I don’t need anymore.

If you are truly a good person
you would have changed your behavior and show it.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Should you be sad for
my ocean eyes?

Love bleeds from my broken heart, felling my dreams with drowning sorrows of past experiences of lovely
blues and greens.

The waves are a reminder of
the broken dreams we suffered
together, as our love crashed
into the shore.

I regret nothing but waiting
for so long to walk away
from these bruised memories
of who you are.

I make new dreams healing from
the wounds I’ve dressed with
my armored lives I grew with
weeds and broken hearts,
I keep them tightly sealed
within my caged self.

Yet, I let my sorrows fly free
like a bird crying for the sky.

Should you be sad for
my ocean eyes?

Love crashed ashore breaking
the tides with its chaotic lies.

Love came upon a whispering wind, touched the depths of
who I am, and kissed my soul leaving me with ocean eyes.

I am weeping under the trees
of broken dreams where my
lost lovers crimes are barried
deep within the earth, there
in the hollow girth I placed
a stone in memory of you.

With deep sorrow I say goodbye
to my pain and suffering.

Such dreams are to come
when I close my ocean eyes.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

The wave is heavy,
my mind is going into
the deep.

The depths of the dark slowly
creep, as I close my eyes to
sleep.

The pills soaked my brain
with restful sud's of ocean
waves bringing bags of sand
to wisp me to sleep.

The chemical lullaby sings
me its song, soothing my
brain stimulating my body
to prepare me for bed.

Goodnight sleep tight,
its been too long.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I am autistic.

I am a wondering leaf on
the breeze of experience.

I never fall because I have
love to catch me.

Being autistic has advantages too.

Like my ability to learn
is quicker and less of a job.

My creativity has no boundaries,
it's a vastness of possibilities.

My honesty is by default,
is stable and secure.

I teach others by sharing awareness.

I have brought people together,
I have helped others with mental
health issues, I've built long
lasting relationships.

Love is prosperity and success
because it builds societies
so be kind to each other and
humanity will prosper.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Two hearts once collided,
hitting walls along the way,
beating passion drumming away.

Boom! Boom! Pow!
Love crashed upon the
shore, moved like a giant
wave shoving anything
in its way.

As the wave drew back
to its sea, it dragged
debra and trash, it left
scar’s upon the land.

Love can be fragile and
beautiful, it can break
things or make you stronger.

Love can hurt, because
its a mess of emotions all
in one place, the heart
is like a cage.

To love is brave,
to be loved is a want
a desire to be accepted,
we all crave its chaotic
wave and crashes.

The shadows of its doom
is always looming over
our heads, like a theft
in the night it slowly
sneaks up behind you
ready to collide with you
in the deepest depths
of our lives.

There’s always a boat
waiting for you to take
a trip upon the chaotic
sea’s of a lovers wave.

Tides of passion grow
as the seasons change,
so does the direction
of the waves.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Love is a dream that is
too afraid to live
beyond sleep but still
awakens.

Love is a passion that
burns like a candle
lit for the broken hearts
as a reminder of its beauty.

Love is like a snowflake
it comes upon a breath of
change that becomes a reminder
of the coming days.

Love is powerful,
it can break in its
fragile state but it also
heals and brightens the night
with its brilliant ideas
and powerful wave.

Love is like a river
it flows through the
mountains and valley below
with its powerful pressure
it moves earth causing change.

Love can move mountains,
waken dreams, and brighten
the darkest of days.

Love is available to all
who embrace its touch
with open arms.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have a cure,
for the poetic disease.

Take one dip of your pen,
now write... Don't hold in your secrets
for poetry isn't a lie nor a dishonest fool.

An inky cure for the poetic disease
is all you need.

A formatted line can cure your
poetic block just don't forget to
read.  We've all gotten lost
once or twice.

I caught the poetic disease,
I am begging for more while
I am on my knees.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The slow setting sun
shimmied off its fading
beams, as the night
creeped upon the
seasons change.

Shadows danced upon the
clouds as rain soaked
the hollow, hydrating
the roots of the trees.

Perfumed memories of
yesterday’s beams lost
on the cooling breeze
as the leafs of change
fall upon my dreams.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have gazed upon the softest petals
deeper than the night, its perfume
lingers on my mind.

Of the greenest stem and leafs of
heaven's groves, a bud like no other
in black velvet under cover,
for the others are painted red.

Ode to my black rose, it grows
in the deepest depth of my heart.

This thorn of beauty and
night is plotted in rows
to grow my poetic design.

I hope my black rose brings
you peace and comfort, and
reminds you beauty is in
the design.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Life never was promised
to be smooth, instead it’s
rocky and off balance but
perfect just the way it is.

Upon the rocky roads we ride,
as the sun sets and rises
on the horizon of our lives.

We climb the highest peeks,
swim across it’s rivers and
creeks, sailing the oceans
and crashing upon the shores.

We are like seashells washing
ashore leaving our mark upon
the lands in which we grow
and stand.

This is our story told
by time and its ever
growing spaces, our sparks
shine like stars within
the heavens of change.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

It's not clever to lie steal
and cheat, being honest is
clever and brave.

Honesty will set you free.

Lies will chain you to its content
attention to detail, driving you
mad until the truth reveals itself
because walls of lies have no
foundation.

A house made from cards
falls from a slight breeze.

A house made from bricks
stands against years of
weathering.

Lies is a house of cards,
it crumbles under pressure
from the truth.

Truth is a house of bricks,
it withstands the testament
of time.

@ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

If you are afraid you have to go about life scared but be brave. Don’t be a victim, be a survivor.
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Upon my tears you fell,
you broke my heart.

Shattered to pieces,
burned to black
life blew away in ashes.

My lows got deeper,
my highs got higher,
my life seemed shallow,
my grave seemed closer.

The sun forgot to shine,
the clouds forgot to move,
the river's edge overflowed,
love forgot me leaving me in
a pile of dirt.

My heart wings broke, no longer
am I able to fly.

Love forgot about me,
it bruised me, it beat
me.

Depression seems to know me
better, but is toxic and painful.

It passes slowly and like molasses,
life flashes before my eyes.

By my surprise a light
blinds me, a reminder
of what is to come.

From deep within my black hole
one word brings me to the surface,
survival.

Be brave and accept yourself,
flaws and all. Scar's and pain
is part of the process.

You have a choice, to gain
muscle or stay week and fragile.

Anyway, I've learned to love myself accepted my flaws and scar's.

Be kind to yourself and others.

Mindfulness brings us together.