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90 · May 2022
Poetic Justice
Amanda Shelton May 2022
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
90 · Sep 2022
The Struggle
Amanda Shelton Sep 2022
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
90 · Mar 2019
Requiem For Suffering
Amanda Shelton Mar 2019
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
90 · Jul 2020
The Devil's Ovation
Amanda Shelton Jul 2020
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
89 · Sep 2022
Vampire Nights
Amanda Shelton Sep 2022
Eternity stretching out in front
of me.

The rose's dead a long time ago,
they lie in piles of dried petals.

As the brick and mortar crack
and crumble I remain untouched.

Cold bone underneath the stone,
ghosts linger on memories of the
living.

Lie me down on a bed of rose's
as I remain unchanged, cry me
a river and let me float
down the sorrowful tears
of my memories.

Eternal nights carry me,
blood bindes me to this life.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
This is inspired by vampire movies and books I've read and watched.
89 · Jul 2022
Star's
Amanda Shelton Jul 2022
Looking down the barrel of a telescope made of time, slipping through space.

Would you be brave,
turn around and stay?

You rose through the ashes of battle
as time creeps slowly upon your heals.

Slipping time, strips layer by layer;
beam’s of energy fly from your
fingertips.

Bursts of light stream from your eyes, memories casting out into
the vast spaces in between
the layers of heaven, that’s
where you are.

We collide multiple times.

Star’s are born from the pressure.

Rocket through space you’ve got
mud on your face.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
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
88 · Jun 2019
My Faith
Amanda Shelton Jun 2019
My mind never doubted,
my heart is never empty,
my life is full of empty
promises I’ve made to myself.

But my faith never wades,
for it’s like a powerful wave
crashing ashore.

My candle is always yearning
burning for your time,
like undying embers
faulted by there ashes.

None can measure my Lords
grace and mercy, for none
is as mightier as he
my creator.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
88 · Feb 2019
Poetic Illumination
Amanda Shelton Feb 2019
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
88 · Feb 2022
Ruin
Amanda Shelton Feb 2022
The buildings are rotten
and decayed, you left
my heart in ruins.

The pain settled amongst the
dusty plains, roads lead to
nowhere in a desert of acking
heartbeats and suffocating
thorn's.

Love, you left me for the
blood of your enemies,
addiction and pain runs
through your vains.

Like the whiskey and wine
you drank, you choked me
with your chains of
cigarettes and shame.

In memory of my heart,
I place this poem as
a reminder you are ruin
not my pain.

No love but ruin...
Time heals what damage
you bring. These ruin's
are the new foundation
for my strength and growth.

Watch me bloom amongst the
ruins of my heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
88 · Apr 2018
The Suffers Web
Amanda Shelton Apr 2018
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.
88 · Jun 11
Monkey Dance
In the beginning there was black,
soon lightning crashed and
everything bloomed in
a big massive boom.

Dance monkey dance,
the universe says to dance,
dance monkey dance.

Here comes the chance,
but still the monkey's dance.

Dance monkey dance,
the universe says to dance,
dance monkey dance.

We all want to die on our own hill
but there's only one hill to claim,
so we dance until its our time.

In the beginning there was black,
in the end it devours everything
until its black again, and we start
all over again.

Dance monkey dance,
until your feet bleed and your
legs ache and cramp,
we grow old and wrinkly.

The universe says to dance,
the last dance is gone with the wind
upon the whisper of your last breath,
death says let's dance.

The flame still dances, in the shape of
a monkey in a smoky haze it slowly fades.

Are we not all like the monkey,
dancing for our future?

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
87 · Oct 2019
The Life Of A Poem
Amanda Shelton Oct 2019
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
87 · Aug 2022
Perfumed Poetry
Amanda Shelton Aug 2022
On the dark side of the glass
I am watching the shadows.

The perfume of my passed
lingers on the air, on
strings of poetry I walk
the night.

The night is my friend, it
brings me pieces of poetry
line by line I build my design
under the stars and passing clouds.

In the morning I am the poet,
the ideas flow and the glass drops
and the shadows become people.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
87 · Apr 2020
Broken Pieces
Amanda Shelton Apr 2020
Upon my broken heart
you treaded and dug my
grave, you left my broken
pieces to rot within the
soils of our love, its our
lovers plot of forgotten
dreams.

When the winter frost
came to settle it became
my friend cold but consistent,
unlike you it never forsaken
me.

With your cold heartless
words you stabbed me deep
deeper still, as the blood
stained the ground, a reminder
of your betrayal.

I am left lonely,
the bruises ach
as if fresh from
yesterday.

Your sorry hurts deeper,
each time you break its
structure it gets weaker.

I never had time to heal,
before you take another
stab you stole my heart
and broke its trust you
broke the wheels and
threw the dust.

You left me in a shallow grave,
where I am trying to put back
together the broken pieces
of our love.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2022
Those who speak with forked
tongue’s speak no truth.

They become tongue tied and
sharp as knifes.

They weaponize their beliefs
with sword like words, claiming
lies to be truth but truth
to be lies.

They twist reality and bend
the truth so their false beliefs
can rule.

That like rotting flesh their
lies attract flies, it stinks
of betrayal and treason.

It is polluted with rotted promises
and ghostly wars we’ve fought before.

The cowards crawl on their belly’s
like serpents at the feet of the
wolf.

He who is a wolf in sheep’s skin
dresses like a dog but bark’s up
the wrong tree.

He’s the father of all lies,
as the people open wide to
devour his bent bones grinding
on his knifes like rabid dogs;
they choke the innocent and
pollute the minds of our youth.

Damning our future as they burn
their bridges. Nothing but ruins
lay ahead. You can hear the wolf’s
howling upon the wasteland they
left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
This is inspired by the republicans lie’s and abuse. Donald Trump is the wolf in sheep’s skin.
Amanda Shelton Jul 2022
While the narcissist drinks
from the river, fear shadows.

None dare to approach, shivers
come in waves down your spine
as you hear them sipping on the
river like wine.

Drunk on power and need to control,
the narcissist knows no sense of
knowledge and self-consciousness.

They are too busy sipping
from the pools of sin and
the blood from their victims.

While they indulge in their
abuse they grin wide and grind
their teeth against your soul.

Beware of the narcissist in the wild.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2022
I use to blow around like a leaf,
wondering on a cool breeze.

Life got hot it burned me,
now I am like ashes I'm scattered
on a hot summer's breeze.

Time has got to let me go
so I can rest and heal
from these three degree burns.

Love, you left me in the fire,
you watched me burn and crash.

Love, you lied to me I never
was your desire.

Greed and gluttony
are your only companions,
and your true desires is
to burn your bridges and
burn hearts like witches.

You built your alter of broken hearts,
where you sacrificed love for
drugs alcohol and your narcissistic lies.

Now your love belongs to the flies.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
86 · Sep 2018
The Poetic Disease
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
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
Amanda Shelton Oct 2021
Upon the falling leaf’s of autumn
my inspiration flew.

As the cool kiss of winter
broke the restraints of summer,
the tree’s shake their leaf’s
brown, yellow, orange, red
and green.

The shadows lengthen as the
autumn days roll in on darkening
cloud’s.

The smell of spices and herbs
fell the air, holiday season
is almost here.

My soul is dancing with gay
delight, my eyes daydream
with all the blinking lights.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
86 · Mar 2023
Poet
Amanda Shelton Mar 2023
"Poet I am, poetry this be. Now you're swimming in my poetic dream. Welcome dreamer, you are the possibilities."

Here I am a passing fraze,
a sentence running across the stage.

Here's the chains I broke into pieces of poetic possibilities,
slowly falling onto the page.

Upon this dawning time I rise,
letters scatter as I begin to gather
line by line I hunt the rhythm.

Tug the boat toe to toe
ride the waves into chaotic
seas of poetic dreams.

These dark waters hold no secrets,
for I am it's boatman fishing for a
poetic stream as my thoughts fly
like star's across the sky falling into
a flooding river at my feet.

For I bleed poetry, I drink it like a
cup of tragedies, I am rooted possibilities, poetry is an idea dreaming of being me.

Poet I am, a dreamer of lucid plots,
the poet is set free from my caged mind that broke free from the chains of reality.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
86 · May 2022
Poetic Purpose
Amanda Shelton May 2022
Vanilla sky's rush through my mind,
heartbeat quickens butterflies flutter, my cage has been opened my mind set free.

I'm here to set fire to your closeted ideas, burn the bridges that separates our differences.

I will build you a pair of wings to bring you closer to me.

Blow your sails to tow your creativity into my chaos.

My candle of poetic desire burns like the hottest fire, deep within my muddled mind I'm happiest and brightly lit, here I am breathing my poetic flames for all to witness.

My chaos is a gift, an idea ran away with endless possibilities. I bring you my needle and thread a design like no other.

A seamless tapestry of emotional expression stitched together with my poetic web.

I am like a spider, I built my web onto this page in captivating readers with my poetic purpose.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
85 · Oct 2020
Flesh and Bone
Amanda Shelton Oct 2020
We are birthed from
flesh and bone.

We break the molds our parents built for us.

Mom and dad don’t you understand?

I’m no fool or puppet
to be controlled.

There’s no working mold,
it’s flawed and my life
is leaking from the holes.

The womd was worm and inviting, the world is
cold and fighting.

We come out surviving.

This life is demanding, grinding on flesh and bone,
until dust and ash remain.

You become dust in the wind,
a memory, a shadow of your former self.

Your memory is up to you,
what will you leave behind?

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
85 · Jul 2021
Ghostly Dreams
Amanda Shelton Jul 2021
The smoke rose and the soul released.

They linger for awhile, moaning and
breezing around grazing your skin
with an icy touch.

Like a cold breath of electricity,
the chill is a reminder they are
still here.

Who yah gonna call,
When the ghosts come knocking?

Deep within the walls they crawl,
scratching and tapping.

They invade your dreams, where
it’s icy cold and they torcher
your soul.

You wake with a fright and
the ghost greets you with one
last ghastly scream.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
85 · Jun 2021
Dear Pain
Amanda Shelton Jun 2021
Dear Pain, I am not your friend,
I am not your damaged property.

Dear Pain, I am not your friend,
healing is my responsibility.

Dear Pain, you crawled deep into
my depths, I grew a thicker skin
for you.

Dear Pain, I suffered through
burning agany in your name.

I never lost myself, I built string’s
to attach myself to my own destiny.

I am no fearful child, anymore.

I’ve witnessed so much,
I faced my fear’s
over and over again,
until they are no more.

Dear Pain, you’re no friend of mine,
you are my enemy.

I am going to let you burn,
I am going to fight your
push and shove.

Dear Pain, I am opening the door
so you can leave.

Pain you’re no friend, you’re my enemy.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
I woke up,
took my pill,
waited for the
danm to break
allowing my memories
to flow like a flood
out the gate.

Slowly I am taken back
in time, as my head floods
with medicated numbness,
my pain still sets beside me
though I don’t care anymore.

The pain pitched me
one more time, reminding
me its still there.

Medicated induced memories,
these pills are reminding me.

No choice but to let it be,
ride the waves of diluted
pain. Wash it down with
suffering and strife allow
the pain to scream and cry.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
I am on pain management and everytime I take my pain pills I end up remembering my past in vivid images and sound. As if I am reliving my life day by day. I have a very vivid memory because I have savant syndrome causing me to have a super ability to recall my experiences. I can also draw from memory every tiny detail and structure. I don't know why I have this ability but I do know how I got it. I was born with Autism and a very high IQ. My brain is completely different than an average persons brain. My doctor's told me I have a complex and complicated brain. I also have the rarest blood type in the world, only 75 people have been reported to have the same blood type as I. I have been through testing as well as donated my blood, hair, and nails to clinics for studies to help save lives. I am pretty sure my blood has saved many people who needed transfusions. I give in private so people can't look for me. My mom helped me setup a plan when I first found out. My health care is really good too because of my rare health conditions. Though, one down side my blood cells doesn't have antibiotic properties so I can't get blood from other types besides my own. Also, I have different reactions to medication and my environment. Imagine going to the doctor and they take you into a private room to tell you you have the rarest blood type in the world and they want you to donate your blood and other things so scientists can study it. That happened to me at the age of 13 after I got very sick and I needed to get help. I almost died a year later when my gallbladder exploded. By the time I got to the hospital I was pronounced died so I had no time to get blood transfusion. I still came back 30 minutes later while I was being transferred to a private room. They were preparing my body so my family could say goodbye. I feel bad for the nurse who saw me **** up and yell, you idiot I don't want to go back. I was yelling at God for forcing me back into my life. I didn't want to come back. I felt like I was at home and my loved ones who passed away were there too. I got to see heaven and the opening to hell. I was taken to heaven through a bright light and I was greeted by family members and friends. I met one of the patients who passed away in the other room. I ended up going to her husband to tell him she was okay and she wanted him to keep living his life. He was very grateful for my message. I am still friends with him and his family. Also, I made plans to have tea with her on the beach in heaven when we meet again. My mom told me I should write a book and share my experience with the world. Maybe someday I will.
84 · Dec 2021
Ghostly Christmas
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
Within the darkest hour
ghostly dreams come to life.

The chiming of the clock
the clock strikes 3
the morning rolls in
on a foggy mist and a
chilled breeze.

Like a ghostly breath,
memories linger.

A hiss can be heard from
the room across the hall,
a door creaks and the sound
of a cat running around.

The Christmas tree is decaying
the wallpaper fraying, cobwebs
cover everything.

Darkness lives here, the ghosts
from decades passed celebrating
the season all year round.

Deck the hall’s with rotten
food, drinks are dried the
alcohol evaporated years ago.

Merry Christmas you ghoulish
fiend, may your nightmares
be merry too.

This is a Christmas nightmare
come true.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
84 · Aug 2019
The Devil's Game
Amanda Shelton Aug 2019
Falling with the stars,
burn your trash before
you ask for this dance.

Before you pop,
you have to sacrifice
your dreams to the scraps
you wished for.

Dance like a slave,
dance like a lily in
the wind, watch you wave.

Draw the line so
you have something
to cross.

Not yet boi, you have to
spin the wheel before
you dance with the stars.

Watch you wave crashing
ashore, that’s the game
of life, You’ve been
dancing for the devil’s
wane, its never a
full deck. It was
never a fair game.

Life is a rock it ends
with a falling star.

Pop! Stars know how
to dance to the devil’s
final tap tap tap!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jun 2021
As the feeling rises from
the depths of me, I guess feelings can travel too
freely.

My heart is blind, impatient
and frozen. I am waiting
for you.

This cage time has created
keeps me trapped.

A ghost of a memory
still lives on in some
long forgotten time.

I can imagine it is true.

Your lost kisses are mine
to find. After all, my heart
is like a pocket watch,
it ticks for you.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
83 · Aug 27
Drowning In Time
I am drowning,
the oxygen is low...

The pressure is mounting,
I'm going to blow.

Falling into the darkness,
I never knew where I was going.

The clock is always ticking,
but I'm slowing with every tick.

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
t.i.c.k, t.o.c.k!
Time never stops and
we keep changing.

Drip, drip, drip
my pain is a bunch of
broken nerves
and neurons miss firing,
the dripping of my suffering
is a long drawn out space
that seems endless,
pooling at my feet
slowly reaching my head.

I'm drowning,
the oxygen is low...
My time is slowing
but time never slows.

Drip, drip, drip
my pain is a bunch of
broken nerves
and neurons miss firing,
the dripping of my suffering
is a long drawn out space
that seems endless,
pooling at my feet
slowly reaching my head.

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
t.i.c.k, t.o.c.k!
Time never stops and
we keep changing.

The clock is always ticking,
but I'm slowing with every tick.

Falling into the darkness,
I never knew where I was going.

The pressure is mounting,
I'm going to blow.

I am drowning,
the oxygen is low...

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
I made this poem into a repeat because pain never leaves it just takes a vacation and comes back later. But without pain we would not be able to grow and survive. Pain warns us of danger and illnesses so we can get medical assistance and it teaches us when to run or hide. Pain can help us grow stronger and smarter too. It all depends on how you deal with it. I deal with it by writing. This is my expression, my bridge to relief from the struggles I've been through. It's always going to be there but I build bridges for security and for vacation across the bridge where I plot poems. This is my garden, and my poetic forest. Thank you for visiting. ❤️🫶🏼🫂 I truly love you all very much. I hope you are having a good day or evening. If not, I hope you feel better soon and find peace. I am sorry for your suffering. 🥺 I am going through the process too. You are not alone my lovelies. You can find the original here https://wp.me/p5noJd-2zB. I post on my blog a lot and I thought it's time to share it with you.
83 · May 2022
Fearful Possibilities
Amanda Shelton May 2022
I use to mourn for my future,
I feared the possibility of being
nothing.

I saw a monster in the mirror,
a dysfunctional ghost waiting
to live.

Life was like a river of emotions,
sometimes the **** would break
and I was open to the flood. I road
the rushing waters that came out
of the possibilities of my future.

Fear was my constant companion,
I felt like I was choking on it.
I buried myself in a prison of doubt.

I was fearful in the beginning,
but I learned how to breathe
to live.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
83 · Oct 2022
Shadow Dream
Amanda Shelton Oct 2022
It is dark in my favorite dream,
where it's cold and rainy but
comfortable just for me.

Though there was once,
a shadow followed me.

It creeped upon my sleeping mind
like a vail sweeping across
my vision.

It tried to devour me
but my lucid mind was aware
and I ran and found safety.

I became a fellow shadow to
free myself from the shadow
beast, it became something
more than just a shadow,
it was a friend.

I faced my fear and learned how
to fly, with my shadow friend by
my side.

I learned that the brightest star
only shines brightest at night
and the dark is mysterious and
beautiful.

It's my mind that turns
ugly into ugly and shadows
into monsters.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
83 · Nov 2021
Living For Now
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
If you are afraid you have to go about life scared but be brave. Don’t be a victim, be a survivor.

Nothing holds you back but fear and ignorance. They walk together. You have a choice what direction you go. Remember it doesn’t matter if you think it’s a bad choice you still have a choice.

Life is too short to always be afraid, but if fear won’t leave you you have to live with it. It’s okay to be afraid. You can be brave. Just keep swimming. Others are beside you. I am here too.
Be brave!
83 · Apr 2018
Live
Amanda Shelton Apr 2018
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
83 · Nov 2022
Ruins Of Myself
Amanda Shelton Nov 2022
Wrap me up in your warm embrace
like a rose not yet blooming,
you're heat radiates from my depths
its perfume lingers on my dreams.

Like a soft calm breeze
winter kissed my cheeks
cooling my fire.

I buckled at the knees,
falling deeply into the
depths of me. Fighting fear
and anxiety trapped there
always falling.

Alice! Don't forget about me,
my arms reach from the depths
as if I am but a dream I dreamt.

I am like ashes to the wind,
in my mind I once dug deep
amongst the charred ruins
of my heart.

There lives my ghost,
a former self that lost
its esteem amongst the
remains of myself.

Here lies me once a bright
and brilliant star, now
a blackened thing crisp
and burnt.

Help me!

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
82 · Dec 2020
To Be A Dreamer
Amanda Shelton Dec 2020
T’is a night of moonlit
dreams, a song of sorrow
the shadows sang.

Wolves vent their howls,
The star’s began to stir
and fade into the slow
rising beam’s of light.

Night shrouds the earth
in foggy clouds, a cold
chill settles still.

The inky black sky cascades over tragic hills, and
the night full of mysteries waiting to be discovered
slowly fades with the rising
of the sun.

Now a night of dreaming, I weep for I am awakening.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton
82 · Mar 2020
Happiness Dreams About Me
Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
________
❤️❤️❤️
I once had a dream,
I found happiness setting
beside me like an old friend.

My dreams became a shadow,
a reminder of my struggle
but also the muscle
I’ve built over time.

I’ve fought with the devil
and won everytime
but still he tries to
steal the power I’ve
grew to understand
through the struggle.

I once had a dream
or My guardian angel
had a dream about me,
I was drowning in the dirt
a shadow with wings
swooped down and saved me,
my gravestone broke
leaving me woke.
I realized as I lay in bed
I was the shadow,
I saved myself.

My future grew roots,
tried to devour me with
it’s thorns and I woke
from my dream as my life
grew wings.

The struggle is real!

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
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I had a near death experience and this poem is a metaphor of the experience. It’s confusing when you die but you are forced back to life. It can be painful and existing at the same time.
82 · May 2022
Starry Night Dreamer
Amanda Shelton May 2022
The wind whisper's to me "never
forget me."

While I am dreaming dreading
to wake.

The possibilities are endless
in the Ocean of my dreams.

I fell in love with the rush and
heartbeat of my lucid state,
in my dreams I can sail the
deepest oceans in my ship
of possibilities.

The moon is my guide, the star's
my crew and the tip of the black
waters is my tow.

Onward I go, like a star zooming
through the galaxy, my dreams are
beyond the horizon, beyond the
moonbeams and starry night sky
I fly in my lucid mirror Sea of falling stars.

I open my eyes and the stars scatter
and fade, my ship is docked until the
next voyage.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
81 · Jun 2022
Fade
Amanda Shelton Jun 2022
Like a small ripple in an ocean,
I am a weave in motion.

I am building my sea of commotion
with compassion and chaos by
my side.

Slowly I grow from a tiny drop into
a larger pool.

I'm fighting with madness
the shadow of passed regrets
follow me.

I'm barely afloat my boat has a hole,
I am slowly sinking. I am afraid
I might get flushed down the drain.

Please help me! Here I go again...

Alice did you forget about me?

I can barely see the light at the end
of the tunnel, it's so far up I am still
falling.

Will I fade into nothing into a haze
of painful memories?

I keep ducking because the
memories keep coming.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
81 · Mar 2020
Broken Love
Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
Upon the shore you came
crashing to wash away
the love you promised.

I die a little each time
inside, as I watched you
leave. The clouds gathered
above your head, as I watched
you depart into the dark
I was left alone with dreed
and a broken heart.

You left scars and memories
of passionate kisses, and
unfulfilled dreams and wishes
you promised me.

You effected my life
like a painful wound
that got infected, you
brought me salts to rub
the wounds raw and
cause swelling.

You say I love you,
before you steal from me,
you say I love you,
before you accuse me,
you say I love you,
before you neglect me
and leave me crying.

I’m the girl you left
at the table,
I’m the girl who is faithful
but you are under the table.

You manipulate with a smile,
you lie and cheat, and blame
me of doing the same thing.

I’ve never been told
I am mean and cold,
until I met you.

You brought your friend
addiction without asking
me if I had an open invitation
so now there’s three at
the table.

You said you want to have
a romantic evening but yet
you leave me to cook and
clean, you never stay to
eat with me.

I’ve told you how I feel
but you don’t appreciate
my expression.

You say I am mean
yet I haven’t done
anything but express
my struggle.

You said I love you,
before you broke my heart
leaving me to pickup
the pieces.

The main course is my heart,
a perfect meal for a monster
like you.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
80 · Dec 2020
My Poetic Smudges
Amanda Shelton Dec 2020
Whilst wandering your dark
and tormented way you came
to my darkened doorway, and
I greeted you with a warmth
and loving light.

Upon these pages I write,
an expression away to
share my life.

I bring oceans and dreams
to life with my poetic
devices and digital pen.

Each line is formatted and
designed with you in mind.

I have a gloomy disposition
but a beautiful valley of
blooming flowers and a star
lit sky to light your way.

I am like a unicorn amongst
horses, my unique views draw you in.

My little heart beats like
a poetic drum.

I bleed poetic ink, leaving
my smudges upon your screen.

©️ 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
Upon the release of ink
my thoughts flow like
a flood. It’s free from
its cage available to
devour to all who read
its river.

Memories become smears
of autumn and snow,
I never forget a thing
for it stains the banks
with its existences as
it freezes in my mind.

I have no forgotten
memories, they are
forever frozen within
my brains process.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jun 2022
Here I am dancing with myself in the shadows, my future seems so shallow.

I settled down in a muddy spot,
now I'm stuck wiggling and
struggling upside down.

Sinking quick, depression grabbed
me from the paradise I built.

Meditation and coping skills are
no longer my savior, it's stabbing me
scratching and beating in my chest.

My heart wants to be set free again,
my mind is fighting against the beat.

Depression was never my friend,
it brings anxiety and panic attacks,
unwanted mimicry of heart attacks
and painful breath taking beats,
from behind my back it creeps
it's trying to strangle me.

Here I am dancing with myself in
the shadows, my future seems so
shallow.

I feel like a puppet to anxiety,
I'm on the shallow path of
depression it's full of holes and
mountains with thorns and
sharp rocks that cut my feet.

The shores of relief seem so far
away, the ocean of feelings keep
towing me under.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2019
You are a thorn in my side,
a bruise that never heals,
you are a knife stabbing
me in the back after you
already attached.

You are a rock in my bag,
a piece of dirt in my sandwich,
you are a virus to my sinuses
and you never supported
my feelings, instead you
turned it into your personal
attack.

You cause me anxiety
and stress until my
blood pressure rises
through the roof.

You don’t care about my pain
or the suffering you claim.

You push me away
with your sensory games,
you never bring peace and quiet,
instead you turn up the volume
causing me to seizure and
blister.

I’ve given you chance after chance,
yet you never change your attack’s
or your directional haze.

You keep playing your evil games,
you don’t care about setting
the table, or cleaning your place.

You make a mess of your life
causing me to suffer too.

I will forever be a puppet
to you, you pull on my strings
like a **** pulling the trigger.
Bang!!!
79 · Nov 2021
Ghostly Flower
Amanda Shelton Nov 2021
When the flowers bloom
without me, my memory
will live on through
their perfumed dreams.

From here life start’s anew,
upon the softest breeze my
ghost travels far and wide.

Every move I make,
every breeze that blows
my way, I leave a little
bit of myself behind.

This unpredictable existence
moves freely, upon my heart
strings it plays fine and
dandy.

My life vibrates into the
vastness of space, I become
a ghost blooming in the gloom.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton May 2020
My dreams use to bruise
my ego, until I learned to
let go of my ego and reached
for my dreams instead.

I replaced my fears with
passion for life and
the ocean doesn’t have
to calm down because
I learned how to ride
the waves.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
78 · Jun 2021
My Poetic Reality
Amanda Shelton Jun 2021
Upon the line I lay down
my heart, it beats fast
and very deep.

Emotion’s seep from
the depths of me.

It poor’s out so easily,
like a flood a wave break’s
the ****, I am forced to
release the passion that
swell’s with in.

Poetry pools upon this page,
gathering slowly as I reveal
the deepest parts of my reality.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2020
I leaped free from my tapestry
so I can show you the colors
of my thread.

Life is like a thread
it slowly creates a colorful
tapestry of emotions and
experiences.

A poet saws you a personal
expression with our creative
threads of passion.

I am set free through
the flying threads
I toss over my head
unto these pages
I am formatting.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
78 · Mar 2020
You Are My Sunrise
Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
You are like the sun shining
through the clouds,
you blew me a kiss with
your beaming smile.

With your tender touches
I am kindled burning bright,
with desire and life.

You inspire my flame to
rise and shine, you rain but
I catch it in my heart
felling the emptiness with
your unforgettable name.

You are a scar upon my life,
you infected me with your
blue eyes and ocean view.

You inspire me to do better
for God and family.

Life's too short to let it
fly by without a sign of
recognition or recommendation.

On the darkest days
you come with the light,
beaming bright when there’s
no shine on the outside.

You are my sunrise.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
78 · Apr 2021
The Vampires Curse
Amanda Shelton Apr 2021
This was a lucid dream I had.
Part three of my lucid dream series.
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The sun devours me,
like a dragon its blaze
burns me.

Blood is life but a
curse, my soul is lost
to its flood.

Ashes are my fate the
end is hot and sweat.

Death forgot about me
long ago, left me drowning
in darkness.

Such things exist in nightmares,
our worst ideas come from the
depths of darkness creating
monster’s from fanged teeth.

We bite and drink from the fable’s
we’ve shared, like vampires lurking
in the shadows of our minds.

To be a monster is to be alive
but dead at the same time.

The grave was dug centuries
before our time.

The shadows have a heartbeat,
anxiety shines, tells you to
run, tells you to hide.

But nothing can stop death,
she’s a beautiful theft with
beautiful eyes. She sees you
in your sleep, she knows when
you are scared, she knows when
it is your time. Her kiss is the
last you will crave, desire wins
everytime.

The Vampires curse is a fabled
truth, its a monster living behind
your own eyes.

A story, a myth passed on
through the years.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
This is the third vampire poem part of my lucid dream series. I had a lucid dream where I was forced to follow a vampire. I sleep walked. I tried waking myself up by touching a wall but it failed. I knew I was dreaming and sleep walking. I was forced to endure the dream until I heard a scream and a loud boom. I do suffer from a rare condition called exploding head syndrome. Stress causes it. It causes me to hear a loud boom or bang, sometimes screaming or yelling. It ****'s me awake every time it happens. I had the dream the day after Christmas. I was very sick and went to the hospital on Christmas morning. It stressed me out.
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