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

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

The people scream, fight and cry
as you ****** innocence so your
fragile ego can eat the leftovers.

You are a lie,
you are ruin,
you are the fly.

I can talk about my life,
I can talk about your ruins
and lies, if you want me to.

We can watch you whine
while you do nothing,
we can watch you lie and
claim you are going to walk
on water while you drown
trying to.

We watched you waste our lives
and you never walk without a limp
and you've got **** running down
your thigh and **** stained
makeup is smeared across
your face.

We can smell you like a pile
of ***** diapers left out in
the sun to dry.

I can talk about your lies,
I can talk about my life,
I can talk about your crimes,
I can talk about your ruins,
if you want me to.

You corrupted the government
so you can ****** the people
who deslike you. You like no one
so everyone is your enemy.

You Are a Lie,
You Are Ruin,
You Are The Fly.

©️ 2025 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

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

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

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 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

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

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 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

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

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

Upon mountains high,
the peaks arise, a jagged crown
against the skies.

With silent grace, they watch the
land, a timeless and majestic stand.

And nestled deep within their hold,
a river's story unfolds.

It carves a path, a silver thread,
through verdant valleys,
softly spread.

The water sings a gentle song,
as it tumbles peacefully along.

Reflecting clouds and sun's bright
gleam, a living, winding, liquid dream.

The valley floor, a vibrant green,
the most serene and lovely scene.

Fed by the river, cool and clear,
that whispers secrets to the air.

So high above, so far below,
the mountains stand, the waters flow.

The mountains are a symbol of
freedom and choices we make,
and the rivers song is a reminder
of where we've been.

A perfect harmony they keep,
while all the sleeping world dreams
the river constantly streams.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Be bold and brave upon the ocean waves, descending into it’s depths of blue and gray.

My heart once sailed on the moon’s beams of passion. Written upon the stars, above my lovers gave the passion slowly floated away.

These tides are tragic and memorable, like a kiss from darkness it devoured my dreams and hopeful wishes.

My pain drowned the beating lovers heart, killed the possibilities of forevermore.

The shadows came to settle upon the meadows of my dreams, I watched as the light faded and stole the beauty I treasure.

Now I am left with suffering and a hollow space where my lover once laid.

Love is tragic and waning like the changing of the moons gaze. He bowed to me and said fair will, kissed my cheek and left me in his shadow.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

My tear’s burn and sting,
raining down my checks.

Pain stains my skin with
scars of suffering.

I was given broken strings
and weak foundations, I have
built a stronger plot firmly
securing my roots and strengthening
my foundations.

Working with what I’ve got.
It’s easier working with
shorter threads and soft
dirt. My seeds are free
to grow as they please.

I have crawled myself out
of the hole, I have a chair
waiting for me.
It’s important
to have a safe spot.

I don’t love my things,
relationships are more
important than greed.

I’ve got many struggles
but many strengths to
hold me up and keep me
clean after I fall.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

"Aww, what beauty blossoms
upon it's roots,
fragile but still blooms."

© 2018 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

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

Tears are my friends,
they release me from
the ******* of sorrow
and depression.

I don’t cry often,
I have to be very upset
to want to cry.

It’s painful because it uses
all of my muscles.

Sorrow is a strong emotion,
like a seed it plants it’s
roots hydrated by my tearful
release upon my plotted life.

Its needed to learn how to
cop with the ups and downs
of life.

Cry me an ocean so I can
learn to swim, dive and surf.

©️ 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.

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

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

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

Watching the waves rolling in
the depths of darkness,
the water glow’s with a neon
green and purpose.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

The darkness fades as the dream
shakes, you wipe your eyes
from the crusty sleep.

The dream break’s as the crust
falls from your vision.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, deep.

Crawling on your belly
digging for possibilities.

The mud piles high,
thick like black slime
oozing from your mind.

Don’t do this, you’ve got
so little time.

Move they say, be smart but
don’t be proud of it, be
ashamed of yourself don’t
be mad about it.

Self abuse is like an itchy sore,
it’s annoying, damaging and
deep.

Rub some salt into it,
feel the burn.

The seasoning of life is spicy
rich and crispy.

Reality knocks at your dreams
door, asking for directions.

You slowly wake to shadows
hovering over your head,
they stair deeply
into your eyes.

Than you become aware it’s all
in your mind.

Watching the waves crashing.

Rolling
rolling
rolling, in the deep.

It’s your mind staring
glaring from your dreams.

©️ 2022 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

Condemned to the long
endless night, in the shadows
it stolks with such a fright.

Like a spider it waits in
the corner, with a web of
desire it captures your
dreams of passion and ends
with screams.

Dripping slowly into the
endless night, your blood
is theirs for eternity.

Blackened soul, skin and bone,
blood and breath, its gone cold.

Like a statue the vampire seems,
with its cold and white lifeless
corpse it doesn't move until hunger rises from its darkest depths.

From the cold earth it came,
lurking amongst the shadows
and nightmares to drink from
the living. Vampire!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I gazed upon its beauty,
like a star gazer watching
the night sky. I dripped upon
the earth soaking deep into its girth.
What once was barren is now
pregnant and fertil.

I wounded amongst the meadows,
laid between the roots and
melted into the black that is
velvet and deep.

I shed my sorrows to hydrate
its wormy bed.

With my tears I birthed the
blackest rose, its roots grow
where my soul weeps.

As I became overgrown and
that like stone my fountain
flows.

I wonder should I paint my
black rose red or leave it
as it grows, just like Alice
painted the white roses red?

©️ 2022 By Amanda 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

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

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

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

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

I am like a cloud floating
in the sky, above me is the
vastness of space and possibilities.

The stars travel amongst the
darkness leaving behind their
dusty vails, they are married
to the Seas of galaxies birthing
ideas that burst forth from my
imagination.

Like a ghost a lingering
sent of passion slowly releases
from the depths of my heart.

The darkness is temporarily
lit by the burst of energy
from my release.

That like a caged bird,
I crave freedom, I yurn
for the touch of wind between
my skin and the environment.

The rush of excitement in my
veins and the exhale of air
in my lungs is accelerating
and refreshing.

I become a small galaxy of experiences,
the vastness of me expands as far
as the imagination can stretch
my existence, I have and will
touch everything;
for we are of many strings
vibrating through the vail of
star dust.

©️ 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

Upon the beams of moonlight
I floated down to you.

I found you on the shore
of my dreams, there
I planted my wishes.

I lost you along the way
to the beaches of my dreams.

I floated alone, amongst the
star’s orbiting the moon of
possibilities.

Love, you forgot me.

You pushed me to the shore,
damaging the possibilities
you promised me.

I was forced to watch you
leave, from the island of
broken dreams.

I am still hopeful,
someday you will come
back to join 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

You fell out of my life like
a falling star, at first you
fell hard crashing into my heart.

You left me with a broken heart,
drowning in my sorrow drifting
on a Sea of tears.

Your heart is so shallow,
I hit bottom before I could
safe myself from your hollow.

Your emptiness devoured my love,
your black heart swallowed it
like it was nothing.

You're a pitiful shadow, a theft
in the night, a deviant blister
sore and raw.

Such a deviant fellow, I thought
you loved me.

Only to find you wanted to steal
what is mine.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the deluge of my pen
flows a thought, an idea
spewed from the depths
of myself.

Within these walls of my
formatted frames I display
poetic art, it’s splashed
upon this digital house,
scared by the past.

I don’t write tragedies,
I write passionately
and I can move your mind
with one word and a little
of your time.

That’s the poets gift,
I don’t have to work at it
for I was born into
a poets mind.

I am a master of word play
and a designer with
a poetic passion.

© 2019 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

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

Upon a nation we built
our frustrations slowly
breaking its foundation.

Ignorance brings devastation,
regret, and damnation.

No longer a union
our ripples separate
farther than we anticipated
causing chaos, doom, and
loss.

It burns,
it quakes,
it grinds its Earth
moving mountains
faster and faster than
ever before.

A hot house,
a wave of chaotic messes,
eager to devour our dying
nation.

Such childish lies
from a governments chair
decay ate away at its
cushions and devices,
leaving dust in its place,
a skeleton crew.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The beams slowly grew
blanketing the exposed,
as life rose waking to the
dawning day.

The dew drops glistened
reminding me of the
past evening, and
coffee brewing.

Upon this day Jesus Christ
sacrificed his life
so we no longer have too.

A selfless sacrifice
by an all powerful God,
he who loves us so deeply
gave to us his only son;
bled for our sins,
so we can have a choice
to believe in him
or live in sinful
disgrace upon the devil’s
path.

Happy Easter
may the Lord bless you
upon this glorious day
that he has made.

His sacrifice is a reminder
of his love for us.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

There’s a daisy for each broken dream I’ve experienced.

There’s not very many but
one is too many.

My pain burns from the depths
of my soul, I shed a tear for every wound I bare.

These river banks are a reminder
of the love we made.

Amongst the flowing water
we are the ripples we make,
every step we made was another
bough to break.

As the sunset upon our lovers
bed, a shadow slowly crept
to devour the covers.

We never had a chance,
the devil took his stance.

He played his violin with great ovation for his audience.

You decided to dance.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

At the window I stand looking out
upon the morning light, no breath
does my memory hold but poetry
flow's like a strong gasp of air.

It has been building pressure,
from deep within my mind it
grew that like a rose it's
petals gentle and soft with
it's thorny body armored and
ready.

Poetry flow's blossoming
from a seed, a hydrated thought
rooted deep within me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I woke to vibrating feet,
choking on mucus and pain,
blurred vision slowly focusing.

I am like a moonflower,
I should bloom with the
rising sun, my roots
are strong and pliable.
But my blooms are night blossoms.

Sometimes the ocean flood’s
the valley, I am left floating
forced to follow the waves.

I have learned to be calm
and enjoy the view.

Though, patience was the hardest
to achieve, it starts with acceptance.

Acceptance is like a double edge sword,
it is stronger but harder.

If I wasn’t determined like I am,
I would have given up before I started.

I am willing to climb mountains in
pain and blood. My drive is powerful.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The possibility lives within yourself.

If you want something enough
to do anything to achieve it
the possibilities are boundless.

To be prosperous and successful
you have to love yourself first
and the rest will follow.

Think of it as your health, your
mind and body are one you have
to care for both as a whole.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton