You fell asleep and woke in this
lucid dream of haunted memories.

Are you a visitor or the ghost?

The night is cold and pitch black,
a heavy feeling lingers in the air.

In the corner of your eye
you see shadows moving and
a mist forms.

Goosebumps tickle your skin,
the hair on the back of
your neck stand's up.

A chill caresses your body
but the wind is still and
quiet inside the house.

You are alarmed by the sound
of footsteps echoing through
the room because no one is there.

Your breathing is laboured and
your heartbeat is pounding
in your head.

Fear is your shadow as you walk
through the hall's.

You can't find anyone here,
nothing but echos from the passed
live here. A forgotten dream.

The windows are bare and darkness
is beyond the glass. Not even
the star's are visible or
the moon.

The walls are decayed,
black mold is growing
on the ceiling and the
wallpaper is crumbling
and peeling away.

You reach a kitchen where
water damage soaks the floor,
yellow and brown fluid soozes
from the wooden beams around the
entrance and rotting floorboards
curl up into uneven hills,
slivers of wood are protruding.

You move forward to the living room,
the fireplace is blacked with sut
it smells like burnt wood.

You can tell a fire had escaped
at one point and burnt everything
in the room.

The windows once held curtains
but now they are piles of ash
on the floor.

This place once was alive but
now it's a ghost.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Am I getting old?

Hear my poet and watch me show it.

I cough instead of scream
because I have asthma.

I wake up with a twitch in my back
and a creak in my knees.

I'm drowning in my womanhood
and forgotten dreams.

I am 41 ready for my 50's.

©️ 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.
----------------------
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.

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

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

To be mad, is to repeat the same thing even though its broken. Beating the heart after it stops. Not accepting chances. Not taking effort to learn. Not caring enough. Thinking poorly of everything. Depression at its deepest depths.

I once suffered from madness. I became Alice.

Now I am the raven, I am craving a poetic mockery of a desk, with a quill in one hand and ideas in the other.

No madness in sight.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

My life is like a ****
on a string, it tugs and tugs
on my mind reminding me
I am nothing but a speck
in time.

It sets on me, biting my time,
playing with my line,
verberating through my space
like a chilling breeze blowing
through my life.

I grow amongst the
forgotten trees, the only thing
that reminds you of me
is the wind, it blows over
my lems causing them to
bow and sway.

Like the full moon,
you forget about me
until you are reminded
by my looming face that
brightens the sky.

Forget me not for
I too am orbiting
the same sun
as you.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Shadows linger between the horizon
of my mind and the lucid dreams
I relive every night.

In my waking dreams lives
an idea of who I am.

Like flowers growing on an
eternal vine, the dreams
cultivate and blossom in
my mind.

I become the shadows I dream about,
amongst the blooming flowers I walk.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Oh, how I became the suffering fool.
My scares follow me like leaf's
on the wind.  I carry them where
ever I blow.

My seasons change but still
suffering rains, it pours upon
my happy plains, with gray
gloomy clouds and doomed
chills running down my spine.

In memory of my pain,
I engraved my suffering
upon this page.
May you find solitude
within this grave.

Requiem of my suffering.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Break through the dust that makes you blind, what you really need is hidden inside.

A star is born from awareness,
entanglement of nerves electrical curves,
the ocean of life waves transverse into the universe.

A breath occurs as life forms like blades of grass, each blade begins sharpe strong
and tall.

As time occurs its roots grow, deeper and deeper blood flows, as a heart beats
a mind shows.

Dust truns into rust, the meaning begins to shine, as the truth comes out from behind your sleeping eyes, no longer are you blind.

For you are the dust from a supernova.

Earth is designed to carry us, within its crust
water and rust we are birthed.

Respect her beauty and living gowns,
for we have only one Earth and only
one of us.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Did I take it too far,
when I gave you my heart?

Digging deep, into the dark
the monster waits, there it
seats ready to eat the love
I gave, with its gaping mouth
it opens wide to take a bite.

Was it all a lie?

You play your games
of manipulation and control.

Do you know how to love?

Or is your heart made from ashes
and charcoal, making sure everyone
chokes on your mud?

The fire you kindle
consumes all who take a seat
at your table of disease.

Did I go too deep,
when I gave you the keys
to my heart?

I was forced to watch as you
drowned in your evil ways,
with the devil by your side,
He consumes everything I loved.

Did I take it too far,
when I gave you my heart?

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Bathing in the poetic flames,
I am saturated by its blaze
and passionate ways.

An emotional fever
with a lyrical phase
passing over like clouds.

These threaded words
flow so easily,
falling from my mind,
never fading,
spilling over into
this design I’ve created.

Words spill out of me
like a flooded river
crashing into the world
around me.

I strum the strings
attached to my instrument
of poetic design.

This format line after line,
dripping slowly
creating a new design.

I am an innovator
of this creative whom.

I am like a candle in the window
I illuminate your view.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Aww, look at all of the time.

Life wasn’t drawn with
black jagged lines.

Life was painted
with abstract scenes
and vivid dreams.

Reality is food for thought,
imagine going to a painters
***, you swim around in its
vivid colors and you are
of brush strokes left behind
by the painters grind.

You dry slowly, over time
you crack and peel,
turn yellow and brown.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Dear enemy, with that smile
that you wear nothing can mask
your devilish glare.

Hello self loathing
and ridicule.

Good morning
depression and anxiety.

The devil is in your grin
between your fangs lives
regret and disappointment
as you bite my bones and
drink my pain. No makeup
can cancel your shame.

There's no sleep for the abused,
no rest can I achieve
for your actions left
a scar, to remind me
of what you are.

Dear Enemy, how do you rest
at night after all the punches
you swing and the bruises you bring?

Remorse is for the strongest,
none do you spare for your heart
is empty and full of hot air.

Dear Enemy, I have fought
your brutal attack's, until
I became a shadow of
my former self.

I am building a new life,
from the shadows I rise
stronger than before.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I am not just a poet,
I am a rose bud
wishing for a dream.
My poet blooms when
I express my appreciation
for my craft.

That like a seed,
my poetic vision
plants an idea
within your life
breaking the cage
you’ve build to
secure your own poetic
possibilities in your
mind.

I am always developing
my plots for future
poetic gardens for you
to cultivate and consume.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

This be truth,
love dreams of you.

You are loves wish
come true.

A kiss so fair, upon
a blushing cheek it
warms the heart even
when freezing winter’s
hug tightly holds your
heart in its contemptuous
embrace.

Love is the victim
of hate and abuse,
it can hurt you or
save you from
loneliness embracing
your fragile heart.

The heart is that like
porcelaine, it’s easily
creaked and tampered by
the pressures of love and
its embracing of passionate memories.

Upon a lovers promise,love
settles with the whispering
wind as two hearts are
colliding.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Running fast but
going nowhere faster,
exhausted, ruined, and mulch
life can seem like all of these things.

Slowly decaying,
melting away
with unforgiving age
chipping away.

Broken motherboard,
beeping for attention,
sending unwanted codes
to the network that doesn't
work like it use to.

Wreckless rebel building
conquests from babbling
networks that slowly
give no interest to the server.

This is the suffers web.

Oh the seeds we sew,
upon the rows of grain
we weep, hydrating the
life we’ve lived.

Life’s a beach of many
possibilities, each piece
of sand is a possibility
waiting to be harvested.

Our experiences beat upon
the shores, colliding with
ideas and opportunities.

As we dream of higher pastures,
our future waits for us to wake.

Dream no longer, for the future
is ahead always moving forward
pushed by the ever expansion of
space.

We are the idea of what is possible.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I bent down to reflect
upon the gaping hole you
left.

The chasm is deep and dark,
it devoured your memory
with its monstrous tentacles.

I am no longer your victim,
for I declare victory over my
heart.

I fell the chasm of my wounds
with poetry and my endless prose
hold together the gaps you created.

I stitched together the wounds.

Love, you stole the joy and
mystery from the journey
we started years ago.

You left me with pain and
deep bruises upon my heart.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Dream I live,
life I dream,
visions of me
like a shadow
of my former self.

I can fly but only
in my mind, its a
metaphor for survival
I will rise above the
struggle.

To dream is to live,
to live is to dream
about the possibilities.

My matrix is poetry
waking up to a cool
breeze of words floating
above my head, slowly
line by line the words
begin to design the tapestry.

My reality is ink smears,
stains of poems are
scattered about my life.

One line is blue,
second line is red
third is green,
fourth is black.

Poetry is the color of
my life, a poetic matrix
streaming from my mind.

This is the poetic matrix,
blue or red pill?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You use to whisper to me the possibilities of opportunities.

But you shoved me into a box stole the key locked me away in the depths of my mind.

Now I am but a ghost a misty creature hunting a post, with my ghastly host I am smudging my inky expression all over the screen, smears of dead possibilities.

My digital fingerprints is evidence of
my poetic crimes, here is my sentence.

Poetic justice is swift and generous
my cage is the frame of this page.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

There are superheroes,
they are everyday people
who are brave.

Kindness is like a seed,
when we plant seeds of kindness
they will grow heroes.

Kindness helps build societies
because love is success and
prosperity.

All we need is love just remember
to plant your seeds of kindness
and help them grow by hydrating
your plots with kind deeds.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this design the seems
are stretching slowly
to its limits.

Sadly so many are blind
they believe evil people
who do bad deeds.

There are high level
people who claim to
know what’s best
for us all but make
decisions that
harm those in need.

They argue about how
wrong we are for
speaking up about
their shame, these people
have no shame for they
are broken and know
nothing of its blame.

We fight for freedom
from those who try
to serpentine around
the situation, avoiding
the truth and causing
damage to the system
our founders fought for.

We shouldn’t have to
fight for freedom anymore
for our ancestors set it up
in stone brick and mortar,
building a government
household where our
freedom should lay safe.

Sadly there’s one man
above the rest our president,
who has come upon our safety
and claims he’s above the laws
that keep us free and safe.

He never cared about your
views or your well-being
he loves money and fame,
nothing else but greedy shame.

He’s caused war within
the house, stating he’s
the best and fired
all others who didn’t
agree to his selfish needs.

He’s showing his horns
with no shame, he stands alone
upon his devilish throne.

Now it’s time to stand our
ground, don’t let this evil
dude steal the truth.

Remember what America
stands for! freedom
and boldness to be
the best free state
we can be.

We are diversity at it’s best,
we hydrate and feed our poor,
we save those who are in need,
we took responsibility for
others who request the same
freedom we required.

Why allow one man to stand
against our freedom for
his greedy need for power?

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Sorrow has come to visit me,
once it was like a sparrow flown
the nest but it came back on the morrow to pleck my heartstrings
with a reminder of it's passed heartache and distress.

My scar's are raw because you never allowed me to heal.

Love stabbed me in the back
my heart turned red and blue
while the black faded to gray,
in memory of you.

Upon the Ocean eyes of you
I slowly drowned while you
stole the boat and watched me
become pools of tears going under
tow for you.

My heart use to dance gaily and free, now it's caged in sorrow
and fear.

I'm lost in depression, in a sea of
abusive memories.

You left your wounds on my life,
deep and painful I am learning
how to breathe again.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Love use to be my friend,
it use to hold me kiss me,
and it kept me safe.

One day it changed, love bit
me, it beat my heart until
it was bruised and ******.

It put me in danger,
it stole from me and
lied to me.

Love, loved me until I was
wounded and scared.

Love, loved me until I was
lonely.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

If I were of a billion stars falling where you are would you catch me before I hit the earth?

If I were your last breath would you kiss me and ******* to the wind?

If I were a wind blown leaf would you mourn my passing or remember my beauty in life waving above your window in the soft morning light?

If I were a passing craze trending for a day would you post an article to show your praise?

If I were the moon would you mind if I bowed and stood aside for the sunshine to glitter in you're eyes?

If I were a shadow would you speak to me as though I am your friend or walk by like I am nothing special?

If I were a poem would you read me like a book or move on to the next page?

If I were...?

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the oceans of my mind
I am guided by its tide,
it pushes me to the shore.

God uses me to guide others
who are willing to listen.

I was blessed with provision,
its a beacon that grows
upon my faith.

Like a candle lit in my window
I am always seated at the table,
I am waiting for his return.

It’s your decision if you
follow the light, it’s your
choice if you believe in
the power of the LORD.

As for me, I am faithful
I will follow God’s son
who is in heaven waiting
for us.

Jesus Christ is the candle
he lights the path and
shows you his scares,
proving his status is
with the heavenly father.

I cary a gift and I share
parts of it with you all.

It’s a simple gift of
understanding and love.

May my prayers be a rock
for a stronger foundation
for my beautiful nation.

God bless you all.

Aman!

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

We all are playing a part
in the tragic comedy, our
lives grind to ash slowly
as we are forced to face
the harsh reality.

Blissful ignorance once
blinded me, numbed my tongue into silence making
me dumb.

As I grew, I flew into
the fog I learned how
to clear the clouds,
I took control over
my own destiny.

Once I thought I was alone,
I met myself and discovered
there’s so much more.

I am not a lonely shadow
hunting for the light,
I am a flame a beckon for those who feel the same.

I am not lost, for I found
myself and I accepted who
I am. I will always second guess myself, but I accept
that as normal.

I can only bend to my own,
climbing mountains, and
fly over hills, but in
my own unique way.

I am brave and strong,
I’ve taught others to do
the same.

That’s my job and I’m
okay.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips
you beacon me to lookest
down through the clear windows
of morning, I watched as you turn
your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning *****.

Oh Spring,
the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the Lord listens
to our prayers with patience.

The Valleys below;
with green meadows the
sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light, are turning
up their newly grown leafs.

Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the Angles singing
for your coming. They rise to the
occasion, like roses in bloom.

Let your beautiful sun soaked
rays visit Earths clime!
Come over the eastern hills,
until morning turns to nigh.

Let her winds kiss your
perfumed garments;
allow Earth to taste the
morning dew and evening rain;
scatter your richness upon
our barren lands that mourn for
greener pastures.

Oh Spring,
the forthcoming of your fairness
and soft touch's; pour your soft
kisses on the Earth’s surface;
and put your golden crown
upon her languish’d brow,
Whose modest tresses are bound
up for those who fell in love
with your blushing gown.

Oh Spring,
how I waited patiently
for your coming,
you have never forsaken me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

A desire to live burns
within, it floods into the
depths of forgotten dreams.

Fear grips your mind,
as the monsters follow
behind.

Their breathe of ice
crawls upon your skin,
shivers migrate down your
spine.

Grinding bone and dripping blood,
the monsters mouth gaps wide,
revealing fangs sharp as knifes.

Wings of night, dark shadows
in flight as the moon shines
bright their secrets come into
light.

One bite, one night,
only forever they never die.

Lost souls stolen by the night,
within the ground lies their
dreams, once alive now are ashes
of memories of who they once were.

In between the teeth of angels
lives lust and desire to live
forever.

Vampire!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The wall stands tall,
covered in roses choking
its mortar and stabbing
enemies before they reach
the boarder. Though
I don’t have many.

My domain is lit by
candlelight and my
windows are open
only at night.
Though I dream of
the sunlight warming
my face, I will never
be able to enjoy it’s
beautiful sun kissed grin
or its kissing beams
of a blushing beauty.

I am like the rarest gem,
you might never meet
one as rare as me, for
my personality is 00.2%
of society.

My intelligence is above
the average score for a genius,
200 and beyond. Who knows
it might have grown.

I can’t brag about it
because it’s not all
fun and games when
your awareness breaks
the stage.

I am always in a ponder,
wondering in the wilderness
of my brain.

Hello Alice, said the
rabbit as I fall down
the whole, insanity
follows me like a shadow
hopping behind every
step I make.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the falling rain
lives my heart,
with the broken beams
of light pain fades away,
with a passing breeze
the clouds depart
revealing your face.

Oh love, how I miss you.
Let me remind you
I will never forget you
and your forget me not kisses
and embraces.

Love lasts as long as you
embrace its memory.

Far from this place once lived
two lonely hearts, between
the empty spaces they
collided like two falling stars,
filling every inch with
passion and beating heartstrings
playing their song.

You never fade;
you forever live within
the empty spaces between
light and dark, for
you are a brightening star.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this beated breath
I fight. I rise, I cave
to nothing but my
own exhaustion.

Upon this line
I define an expression,
I rise, I rose above
the exhaustion.

Upon this page
I leave behind a story,
I rise, I fight for all
who can’t.

Upon this exhaustion
I become the fog,
I rise, I bloom and
develop for that’s how
I was designed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Your kisses were sweet like
salt water taffy, they lingered
on my mind for awhile.

Sadly like seasons things change.

The fall came, love turned brown
and yellow, it's leafs dead and
blew away.

The sweatiness of your kisses went
sour, now it lingers for awhile.

Soured kisses are left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Brilliantly the stars once shined,
once the sky opened my eyes to
possibilities of love.

The sun shimmered on my heart,
once love settled beside me caressed
my dreams with its magical kisses.

Like glass my world broke, shattered
at my feet my heart is in pieces.

Love, left me bruised and beat,
it laughed while I cried rubbed salt
into my wounds before sabing me
in the back.

Love, was jealous judgemental and
cruel, it has no mercy, it gave me no
moral ground for me to plant my roots.

Love, forgot about me it didn’t accept me.

I fought to find me, to build my own life, I found myself resting in a forest of possibilities where I am cultivating who I want to be.

Here is where I am ment to be, this moment this breath, this thought
is a poem a plot I am growing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the morning beams of light
glistened due drops on top the leafs.

The morning greeted the trees
with her seasonal embrace.

As the breeze began to blow,
the air woke and gently rose
as a leaf on a lonely branch
began to wave and the breeze
set it free.

The leaf flew up and around,
swooping and diving as the wind
carried it off to distant places.

It traveled across the roads
barely missing car’s and people
passing by.

Dancing between bike wheels
and rolling across the grassy
park.

The leaf danced with gay delight
free from branches and crowded
plot’s, imagine the possibilities.

As the night slowly creeped
its shadows lengthened and
crawled across the ground devouring the light with its
claw like void.

The leaf landed on the ground
underneath the same tree that
birthed it’s brothers and sisters.

It slowly crisped turning
yellow then brown.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Cruel like fire but cold like ice,
your love burnt and froze
the memory of us.

Fire rose amongst the ruins of
my heart, the ashes scattered
across the land as winter came
bringing snow and your cold embrace.

Tightly you choked me,
your cold hands gripping
my heart like the monster
you are.

Heartless and cruel
you tried to drag me under
with you but I rose above the
ruins, I am rebirthed from the
ashes of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I'm not a follower, never planned to fit the mold,
I always wanted to shed
my skin and morph into
something else.

I have always been out of time,
never understood that wisdom
has nothing to do with age,
until I ran to the edge of mine
I looked back at all the wasted time.

I realized this moment
is the most important.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Everything changed but I remain unchanged.

Time forgot about me, as I walk
the night burning with desire.

Like a flame to a moth my energy
draws you in, for a quick bite.

As the dark fades I stalk
the night, underneath the clouds
and street lights I crawl forth
from the shadows.

As I slowly crawl back into the dark
dampness of my crypt, I slip into
the grave.

Goodnight, sleep tight don't let
the vampires bite. If they do just
take your shoes and run run run...

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

We all are born drowning in reverse from the watery womb blood and breath, we merge naked.

Slowly losing energy every molecular dies.

High tide low tide,
up and down the river we climbed, we all are born to rise and fall, six feet under the cold hard stone choking on the earth until our bodies are bones.

Holy no, no one can control it
oh no oh Lord no... Deaths following always at my heels waiting for my days to end.

Here I am still drowning in reverse waiting for the ship to take me to heavens glory. I've been surfing on high tides up and down the rivers grind.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Like babbling brooks,
we once flowed like rivers
touching each other's banks.

Slowly life rushed us through,
crashing us against the rocks,
causing our rapids to rage,
as we collide our rivers grew.

Live, love, eat, and die like
the rivers do. We leave behind
scares and grooves creating
valley's and canals, a memorial
from our experiences.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I use to be just another
shadow amongst other
shadows, until one day
I decided to step into
the light.

I grew so bright,
my flame shines like
the sun, you will never
lose my vision for it
burns within your mind.

So many times I have
ran from my fears,
I got tired and decided
to give up and
start a new life.

I allowed doctor’s to open
my head to implant a device
that gave me freedom, I never
knew before, I learned how
to fly and grow my life.

Upon my new found wings
I choose where I go
from here.

I have a lesson for you,
forget what you believe
you are capable of doing,
let go of your expectations
and learn how to join me
within the dreams waiting
for you.

The freedom of acceptance
is a breath of fresh air,
you will feel like you
are flying upon a breeze.
Like a leaf floating on
the wind, you choose
where you land.

Just don’t forget to keep
climbing, and get back up
if you are falling.

A brave person knows when
to rest, a bold person knows
you have to sacrifice to
succeed and move forward.

You know what I sacrificed?

My fears! The one thing
that held me back for years.

My life is blessed because
I love and I wanted to share
my passions with you.

You are the reason I fight
to live my life. I want to
be an example to show all
of you what we are capable
of doing.

You choose if your life
is a hindrance.

We sacrifice our dreams for
society but you don’t have to,
you are a unique, beautiful, living, intelligent being.

Your choices dictate
who you will be.
So be free!

I got brain surgery,
faced my fears so I
can be who I wanted to be.

I am an autistic woman with
a rare movement disorder,
my IQ is 200, and I never
forget.

I don’t want you to forget
how special you are too.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I should have known you'd leave
me here alone.

The waves got chaotic and strong,
you pushed me aside replacing me
with addictions and lies.

Love was magic and mysteriously deep,
it began with the blue ocean
in your eyes, there is where
I got lost amongst the
tide pools of you.

As the moon hanged loose it bowed
to the star's that flew by it's
orbital smile, my heart swooned
for awhile.

The chaos of us became a polluted
mess, I wear my emotions on
my sleeve while you tried to
in slave me.

Your corrections became lost in
translation, while your love was
polluted with drugs and alcohol
you damaged our future with your
lies and prostitution.

I cried as if you died, I grieved
for the love you took from me.

No truth rests in your eyes,
no remorse do you surmise,
you have nothing but contempt
for my life, your heart is
loveless and empty.

I fought to rise above
from the ruins of my broken heart.

My wounds are raw and my heart
is fragile like aged porcelain.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Fear can make you stronger
or weaker it's up to you.

I learned, it's okay to not always
be okay.

To get through you have to deal
with it.

Claim those mountains,
swim the oceans,
learn to fly when you fall
don't stay on your knees.

Fear itself is what holds us back.

The fear of pain rejection as well
as the unknown.

It can be a good thing though.

Fear can teach us how to
make better decisions.

It's facing fear that builds
character.

You are not a failure if you
live fearfully, you are brave
for facing it.

A survivor faces fear to build
bridges to safety, bravery is
on the other side.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The life of a poem
can be brief and gentile,
sometimes shady.

It can be designed with
metaphorical stitches or
a piece of charcoal smudged
all over the walls.
With passion and pain
it grows into a poetic sense,
drawn by a struggling mind
eager to express emotional stress.

Over time the skill grows
like a rose blooming from
a bud.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The pounding in my head,
the throbbing and burning,
pain settles in.

I never thought
I would suffer so,
I thought I fought
and won my battle
with pain a long time ago.

But pain had other plans
to sneak behind my back
and stab me over and over again.

These frivolous dreams
of beating the pain
has gone down the drain,
with allergies and useless
treatments.

I once was a star
but now pain takes the
center stage.

It’s painful!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising of a blood red moon,
a cold chill is in the air.
I am standing in front of a large
window on the top floor of a hotel.

As I stair out into the darkness
I glance at the window and the
reflection shows a man tall
dark and pale wearing a suit
and tie with red blazing eyes
is seated on the couch.

The man looks like a flame reflecting
light from the reddish glow of the
moon as he rises and approaches
from behind, I can feel his energy.

Its a push to my senses and a shove
to my mind, telling me to run.

As I begin to panic I quickly turn
around to face him, but nothing is
there.

I turn back to face the window and
he's standing next to my reflection.
With his sapphire gaze he disappeared in a foggy red haze.

The blood red moon from my
imagination brought me a dream,
a lucid trip through the
Twilight zone.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the sun kissed beams,
you came to me as I rose
from my slumbering dreams.

My diamond shaped heartache,
tougher than nails but just
as sharpe, it cut me deep.

My porcelain heart cracked
and started to fall apart.

I bled black, as the moon
swoons and gets drunk off
my pain. The moon is always
smiling in his orbital bow.

As the shadows stretch and
the light dims we say goodbye,
once again.

I watch as my love sail’s off
into the ocean of time.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I have sacrificed for sanity,
I have rode the chemical imbalance
that is depression,
I have claimed the highest
mountains of my personal struggles,
I have swam the deepest oceans
of my imagination.

Still I move, I keep fighting
claiming and swimming.

My struggles are only as deep as
I can imagine, my imagination
is like a blackhole sometimes.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton