I compare thee to a soft breeze,
but you linger on my memory.
For you claimed me with your kiss,
you captured my admiration in
your jar of forget me nots.

Love devoured me,
stole my heart and
my feelings.

A memory of long ago
but still today you linger on.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Love aww, what beauty
blossoms upon it’s roots,
fragile but still blooms.

Such thing as love,
a passion like no other.

A phantom in the night
stealing kisses from
your dreams,
love,
love,
love.

A soft touch
a shiver of passion
shimmy down your spine.
A reminder of our last
randavu, a dreamy lover
you are mine.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

You are my inspiration and aspiration.

You are the breath
that breathes life
into my poetry.

You linger on my lips,
like a catchy tune
you drive me crazy, Baby.

Oh, how much I love you.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I am made of nervous needles,
fever's, and chills, my goal is to
cause discomfort, and sickness.

I am chronic, needless, and sometimes
useless, and wasted time.

I communicate with neurons,
and cell's, causing nervousness,
and spell's.

I am pain.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Deep within my heart
lives love, there it is
cultivated and fed.

But my love is restless,
it is rooted in unstable
ground.

My foundation is neglected
by loves lacking embrace,
its touch hurts, brings
pain and scars.

My heart once had a dream
of being held and supported,
by a bond between two souls searching for love.

I was rudely awakened by
pain and heart break.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I am falling into you,
like the waves crashing on the shore,
our collision shakes and breaks
the tides between us.

No distance is too far away,
for I carrie you inside
my heart.

Winds blowing to distant lands
guide me to where you are.

You can seem like a dream,
you shimmer and spark,
you take my breath away
with the soft touch of your lips
and your fingertips.

Forget me nots
remind me of your treasures
that await us upon
the shore’s of my dreams.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The title wave that is I,
rages upon chaotic Sea’s.

Winds blow as my thoughts grow
with each passing wave,
bobbing on the wake of the
turbulent Sea I suffer as the
Sea bow’s to me.

Lost to Sea’s of poetry.

Waning is my moon, as the stars
pay no mind to the dusty old rock
as they pass by my relic mind.

I draw with words, a painting
riddled with rhyme and
lacks space and time,
yet grabs your mind like
a spider waiting in the corner.

You my fly I the spider, with my
web of expressions I tightly winde
and softy stroke your imagination.

My fingers wrap around your heart
as I play the strings, I can imagine
its beat like a throbbing drum.

Such beauty is in my creative mind.

Fallen words of mine, a poet by
design.

My wings open, and my soul flies
as my expression release’s a poetic
extension.

Its my wings of expression
that helps me fly.

Ode to my poet, may she bleed her ink and learn to fly.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

We are like poems,
we grew from a plot
and rooted ourselves
hydrating and feeding
our poetic seeds through
internet communities.

Each individual poem is a
unique experience and
it brings us together.

I believe words can cure
a broken heart, bandage
a mental bruise and
an emotional wound.

It can cure sadness for a moment too.

It can be a reminder
of the good and bad.

A way to cope with reality
when our minds get lost
in a dream created by society.

I don't fit your mold,
I don't move with the same
flow as you, I don't walk but
I can talk and write poetry.

Are you a robot or
part of society?

Society has tried to breed
stupidity and incompetent
people, but not everyone
follows the flow.

People like me breaks the mold,
oozes out with creativity and
uniqueness like it's a new fashion trend.

We are change,
we are the lessons you have been needing to break free
from societies views of
who they want you to be.

What others want you to be
doesn't matter in the end,
only you hold the key to your
destiny and future.

You don't have to follow the
line when your future is across
the line. All you have to do is
build your own paths and roads.

My foundation is poetry,
it brings me to my future
and reminds me of my past
so I can move forward and heal.

Poetry is my destiny and future
it brings me to the crossroads of
my life so I can ponder upon
my choices and I don't make
bad decisions.

For me poetry is meditation,
a self discovery.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I held back the tears with fear,
it built a wall in between suffering
and release.

The pressure of it all felt like
an anvil on my life, it cushed
me in between its fingers.

The girth of suffering burried me
under sorrowful stars that have
no wishes for you stole my dreams.

Behind your lying eyes there's a dark
surprise, you have sharp teeth and
claws to brutalize your victims.

You started out with blue silver
linings they crossed your eyes like falling stars, we began colliding as
the dark clouds rolled in, bringing
the darkest that you were hiding.

Pain seems cumbersome and
immortalized in my traumatized mind.

Is this what you wanted?

To be immortalized in my trauma
seen as a monstrous devil hovering
over the horizon stealing the light
for yourself?

Well, this is a new dawn a new day.
I have lifted your shadow I have
freed myself from your painful
beatings and darkened depression.

I have learned how to be brightly lit
and be heard.

Immortal pain is nothing more than
a ghostly smoke from a used candle.

I am renewed! In recovery...
I am a candle maker not just
a candle.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

The sun burned bright
until the moon says goodnight.
The stars shoot across the sky
waving as they go by.
The beauty of the night,
smiles upon their flight.

As the tree’s bow their leafs,
and the animals scurry to their
homes, the night slowly
spreads its arms across the land.

Sleepy eyes are heavy,
the angels bow their heads
in deep prayer.

Goodnight sleep tight,
may you have calm,
peaceful dreams tonight.

Everyone is capable of being
a victim it doesn’t matter what
color, gender, size or lifestyle.

We are all human beings.

People who claim men are
not capable of being a victim
are abusive and they are guilty
not men.

Also, no means no,
silence means no,
walking away means no,
its stalking if you follow someone
after they said no or didn’t engage
you.

Just because they spoke to you
doesn’t make them your partner
or friend.

If you want a partner don’t be a
creeping stalker.

If you don’t get the point you should
go away and stop making excuses
for your abuses. Take responsibility!

People need to be honest and
educated so we can fight the abuse
and win.

Free the victim and
give them a path to survival.

Don’t be silent about abuse.

Be loud and proud to speak the truth.

Everyone deserves the same respect.

“Love is acceptance and success
because it helps build societies
so be kind to each other and
humanity will thrive.” ❤

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Blooming alongside the flowers,
I blossomed like a daisy,
and I blushed like a rose.

My sun kissed cheeks soaked in
the morning,
as it sprinkled golden showers
upon the fields,
each blade of grass rose to the occasion soaking up the rays.

Such beautiful day’s,
I waited through the heated summer,
for the spring to once again
gaze upon the meadows
and awaken the sleeping trees.

I watched as the trees rose
from their sleeping bow,
peeking upward to the bounty
above the valley.

Her name is of giving,
perhaps a river that flow’s
once a year,
she’s called Spring.

Aw such a beautiful lady,
a bringer of renewal,
she’s part of the circle of life.

A full bounty she brings,
giving breath to the Earth,
each kiss gives a gift
a life is awoken.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I am good at catching
possibilities in my dreams.

As reality slip's from the edge
I feel the dip before falling
over the waterfall of reality.

This is where I leave my body
and I become a winged shadow
of myself.

I wade for a moment before
I take the dive, tipping
just enough to feel my soul
take flight.

Up and lifted, I spread
my dream wings and
sore.

I swim in an ocean of possibilities,
swimming in-between the
stars and supernovas.

My tail flares out behind me,
bursting with energy I zoom.

I am a dream weaver, like a spider
I weave my web of possibilities
where I catch wishes alongside
my imagination.

Dream weaver, weaving possibilities.

I am weaving reality
to catch wishes for the future.

Dream on weaver, for you are
the possibilities.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

The path is rocky
full of high hopes
and scarred hearts.

These walls seem to cave in
though underneath its structure
it is well put together.

In my mind I am
always living on the edge,
I totter on my toes,
My legs wobble too and frow
from exhaustion.

This tightrope is tough to walk
but everyone learns how to walk
on the high-rise we call life.

You can't be afraid of the dark
if you want to face your monster's.
You should face your fear
of the dark first.

The anxiety reminds you
of what you think you lack.
Though not many care about
your defaults, they are too busy
thinking about themselves.

Life is like a mystery box,
you never know what you got
until you open the led.

Sometimes you get what you pay for
other times you get more
than you bargained for.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I am like a candle blowing
in the wind, you can find
me seated at my window
illuminating the room.

Pen in one hand and a poem
in my mind, waiting to
be freed from the
neurons holding it in.

Fueled by a Gothic view
and a vision of dark blue,
green, and gray skies above
me with streams of sunshine peaking through the clouds.

Memories abound
as I write my poetic story.

A passion fueled by
laced moments of lost
childhood and forgotten hearts
I collected in my broken jar’s.

My tragic life became
a burning blaze line after line
it burns across the page,
forever engraved.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Rushing through this moment on
a passing fraze, I fell along the way,
the rocks and dirt scraped my knees.
I bled poetry.

Running on a moment, got no time to sit
got no time to be falling on a dream.

I am running fast but times faster,
it's like being on the edge of possibilities
but never catching up to the dream.

The clouds gather here, a deep oppression
buried me in six feet of pain and suffering.

Rushing to the end, it seems deep but
there's only an inch of time to climb.

The walls slowly crumble, the house begins
to rumble, the ground shivers and the weather
quivers, life is one moment full of broken foundations and ruined walls that fell.

Only one remains, a 41 year old foundation
I've built from the ruins of my past.

These walls are built from pain,
the floor is made from my
broken heart pieces, the frame
is designed by emotions I've felt
alone the way. Love makes
the foundation strong and stable.

Life is not fragile and slow,
it survives many storms and
it is pathed with passion and strife,
the cold cuts like a knife, the heat
burns for a moment. But still I remain.

I rose from the ruins of my strife,
upon the broken ribs and grinding
pain I crawled. Picking up the pieces
from my broken heart.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Who said I was strange?
You saw my shadow instead
of my face.

You expected a cold embrace
but my warmth is like a candle
in the cool breeze it lingers
for awhile with my
Cheshire cat smile.

In the silence I am a loud
whisper, I am a breath on
your neck and a reminder
of your life.

Until the night devours the day,
I am a corpse. In my coffin I lay,
pondering all day.

Lingering like a vampire.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Love helps growth, prosperity, and happiness. It’s a very powerful force.

Loving words are mightier than a sword. Use them wisely and you shall receive great rewards.

© 2019 By Amanda D Shelton

You've got spiders in your smile,
cobwebs in your heart, stitches hold
together your dislocated mind,
your unhinged and vile.

You're memory stinks like toxic
water from the grimmest pools ever
used, it's a sewer full of poo and ***.

Your loveless heart is soft and black,
its black mold has grown,
its fuz is coming out of the creaks
grabbing for its victims.

In between the infection of your
festering mind you will find, passed
victims you've collected trapped
inside scar tissue from passed
infections.

You are a crazy thought that runs
circles in my head, while yelling
profanities and accusations.

You are a narcissist and an infection
upon my mental health.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Rising slowly below the sun,
the heat burns me but still
I run.

My heart is beating loudly
to the drums, life is crazy
we all are on the run.

Working to ash and bone,
grinding flesh and burning
slow.

Work like thefts we’ve got
to reap what we sew or
die on the hamsters wheel
we all are forced to run.

Drinking sweat and blood,
losing sanity to the flood.

Humanity is digging fast,
not fast enough to get through
the mud, the drought is faster
its ******* up all the revenue.

Run bunny run, the hole is
closing fast, you better hurry
before the sun devours everyone.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

That one night never fades from my memories.

Upon unspoken word's
you become a scar on my mind.

With one kiss you become
like a heavyweight pushing on time.

Life slowed for the first time,
it ****** you into my heart,
captivating is your sent.

Like long forgotten perfume
waiting for me to devour it
within my dreams and wishes.

I placed you in a jar,
so I can keep you close to my heart.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

The angles gathered
as the prayers rose
from the people praising
within the church.

He’s coming soon,
he’s like a never ending
breath, a wave rolling
over you taking you
back into his womb,
the devil has no room
in this holy place.

God never forgets,
it’s not his job to
always remind you,
it’s selfish of you
to think it’s all up
to him. He’s a foundation
of your faith not
a feared master forcing
you to kneel.

He’s more mightier than
a flooding river,
he’s faster than time
and space, he’s beyond
your emagination and
your girth is shorter
than his grace for nothing
can measure such power.

My Lord blessed me
with love and faith.

My reminder is that
I am a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I will give Trump an award. He gets the most ******* MAGA head alive award. The trophy is Trump’s ego blown up head bobbing, you can hear the whistling wind breezing through his ears and his gapping mouth oozes toxic waste. Cheeto dust is his devilish glow. The number of crimes he committed is on his forehead in big bold dark orange letters as well his lies.

For the Trumpians I’ll toot your horn Toot Toot! Go back to hell. Donald J Trump is a recipe for Cheeto dust. The devil is calling for his son Donald J Trump, it’s time for his firey bath. He’s all Cheeto dust no sense. Even his ashes have a devilish orange glow. I wonder if his mother was aware she gave birth to a Cheeto. She will when he goes to hell on judgement day. **** to the Cheeto Messiah and his minion Cheeto worshipers. I'm pretty sure they will test the bath fire first, than Trump follows because they lied it's not Cheeto dust for his tan.

We all are bound to circumstance,
a reminder that time is always
moving forward.

The sun always rises,
the moon too as the
tide’s reflect their
pull.

A flower will bloom,
if hydrated and fed.
But never fails to impress.

Life is a constant struggle,
it’s being pushed around by
circumstances, and karma.

The climate in which we create
from our personal experiences
is like a body of water,
it started out as a small
stream grew into a river,
a lake is formed and then
an ocean that leads to
the Sea.

Be a brave dew drop,
for you are a ripple
in time. You cause
hurricanes of change.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I've fallen so far,
lost myself on the way down.

I flew for a moment before
crashing colliding with my
broken heart.

My pieces shattered so easily,
I couldn't find the strength
to put them back together again.

I stayed on the ground for
awhile, the mud and salt
steeped into my lungs, choking
my breath until nothing was left.

Nothing but tears.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Life is meant to be lived.

If you are not willing to fight,
if you are not willing to move,
if you are not willing to surf
and turf your not living your life.

Just remember God has a plan
for you.

He carried you when you
couldn’t walk.

Sometimes you are blind
because it’s hard to see
through the dark, but
he’s the light,
just remember to open
your eyes.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I birth poems from my pen,
I pick them when their ready
to bloom, as these words flow
so does my love for the pen.

This ones for you,
my poetic bumblebee
buzzing around my head,
busy as a bee searching for
poetic style, sweet like honey.

I plant ideas in your mind,
spark intrigue and desire to
design this ruthless style
of line after line, formatted
by my poets fire.

I lash out with poetic
vengeance, its loosely shunned
but unruly is my desire
to light this fire.

I open my mind wide
as I spit my poetic flames
like a dragon in ragged by
hunger.

These musings burn deeply
inside my mind, eager
to burst forth from its cave,
no longer in a cage.

I am a poetic Dragon.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The reason a liar can't make up
possible story to blame is because
they are guilty and they know it.

No criminal is smart enough
to cover up their crimes.

The truth stands firm while a lie
runs around in circles trying
to catch other lies to cover up
its tracks, it loses oxygen real quick
and burns out.

Over time the lies pile up
and begin to get confusing
because they are fables
made up on a breath of hot air.

****! 😮‍💨🤯🤥💥💨🔥
there goes the liar in a ****
of smoke they are burning
on a bed of hot lies.

Lies burn you in the end.
Leaving scars and the ghost
of guilt follows every lie.

Just watch the lier act like a joker,
they run around in circles
gaslighting their way to
the pit of fire.

Truth is still waiting
and never moved.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Blunders we humans are,
causing pollution and not caring
about the murderous smog
we produce because our leaders
lie and scam us into thinking
it's not happening at all.

If you are smart you will
see the truth, if you can cause
a ripple in water,
what makes you think
you can't cause the earth
to quicken and quake?

We dig deeper and deeper
into the earth, stealing her life
and resources, too quickly
for regrowth, we also minipulate
DNA trying to make longer
lasting food's.

Over time we caused cancer
and allergies to consume us,
like a shadow it blocks
the light that burns brightly
inside of us all.

Someday we will have to adapt
to the changes we've produce
or go extinct.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I love you like a love song, baby.

You speak to me in tunes
of passion.

You take my breath away
with your beating heart
entwined with mine.

Love ****** on our strings
pulling us together as our
love song plays.

I love you like a love song, baby;
The universe forever playing our song.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I feel you crumbling in my arms
like a porcelain heart down
to the girth you fell so hard.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

No narcissist is going to control me.

You left your shadow hovering over
my bed, with your vampire teeth.

My lucid dreams are bleeding,
bleeding black and deep.

You will never meet anyone like me.

Why don't you take what you want,
why don't you take what you need,
why don't you take what you came for and leave me alone?

Life's too short to keep running
from the beast.

Life's only one road trip,
I've chosen me.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

When they called me broken,
I knew.

When they called me slow,
I just went faster still
as the cracks grew and
my walls fell, upon the
foundation I still built
my church, I became stronger
upon the rising of the ruins
of the broken.

When they lied and told you
I will never be able to,
I proved to you I am
better than average
I can do whatever I choose.

When the devil knocks at
my door I am too busy
inside having church
with my faith and
Jesus Christ, I never
open the door for evil.

The devil stood like stone
and I never took time
to allow him to animate
and cause damage to my faith.

Within the ruins I stand
for the future of my life
I cultivated my roots
made room for the light,
So the truth shinned
like a diamond burning
in your mind.

Dear Almighty Lord,
I give a breath for
your time, a prayer
for your sign, and
a foot for the roads
you helped me to design.

I gave my life to Christ,
I allowed him to wash
me clean from all my sins
and future suffering.

I learned how to forgive
myself so I can forgive
them for their lies.

I learned how to take control
of my life, I am stronger
and better than I ever was.

There is nowhere else to go
but forward, so I keep
marching upon the line
on which the LORD laid out
for my destination and
future foundations.

Today leads to tomorrow
and beyond, I am the future
for the days ahead.

I am like a pebble
I ripple across the
pond effecting the
other pebbles that
live on the same ripple.

I stay faithful
for nothing can
waiver upon my love
for God.

Its personal.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

The table is set
the plates and cups
are ready for dishing.

I'll be serving dinner,
karma's the host and
I'm her ghost.

Watch your step and
mind your manners,
karma's a host that
plays no games.

She'll remind you when
you stubbed your toe,
if you forgot your keys
and forgot to add the sugar
to sweeten your tea.
Karma's bitter and sweet.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Upon words truth can fly,
as so many others spit out lie’s.
Like dragons protecting their
egos, they drink the views
and soak up the fire like it’s
their only desire.

On the edge of society live
the mad and insane, the internet
is not to blame. People control the
platform on which we stand today.

Our future depends on if we can change
those who claim to want to rule
this board game of life.

If we fail we still have to fight.

Freedom is our goal, for our brothers and sisters fought mightily and bravely for our future.

It is important to stand strong as
a community.

Peace starts with one word, love.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

No one said it was easy,
no one said is was going
to be okay.

Perfection was never promised,
happiness was never given,
they are works in progress.

I am like the leafs
I land wherever I please.

I change with the seasons,
hot, cold, wet, and dry
I adapt as the cycle wraps
itself around my little finger.

This life we live
such consequences we sew,
we still try even after the
needle broke.

No one said life was going to go
your way, no one said this is
the only path, because
it’s a work in progress.
We already know that.

It’s a work in progress but I
want to fly someday.

Do you think I will learn
how to grow wings one day?

I hope to learn how to fly someday,
I won’t have to wait for
happiness nor a rainy day for
I will be able to fly to where
it falls. I will be free.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I will always miss you.

When I am with you
it reminds me of all the times
I wasn't with you, so I miss you.

When I am far away from you
I am reminded of all the times
I was with you, so I miss you.

It's a conundrum.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

If you give a pig a badge
you are going to get *****.

If you give a good productive person
a badge you are going to get an officer.

A police officer should be willing
to sacrifice their lives for their
community.

You can't be a criminal and
an officer.

They don't mix.

What happens when you put a pig
in mud? A ***** pig.

What happens when you give a criminal a badge? A ***** cop.
It's a pig in a muddy blanket.

Trouble has a badge and a gun,
all you have to do is interrogate
them and watch them squeele.

Mud drys and pigs can't fly,
so watch them piggies roll
and the mud drops revealing
their crimes.

Oh you, you ***** little piggy.

Shameful, ***** you.

***** cop's drip with mud leaving
their piggy prints caked on
the crime scene.

Shame, shame little pig.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Please be careful.

There's creepy crazy people
living amongst us like they are
monsters wearing masks.

If you hurt their egos
you can witness them
taking off the mask and
their fangs come out.

Grrr! They wanted to keep that
so badly they are willing to damage
property and their freedom.

Egos explode when a narcissist
gets a tow. That's a repo!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Amongst the grass I am like
a dew drop, shinny and free
I glitz and bling.

Amongst the beaches I am a pebble, I grind and squeek, I ride the tides and suff the turf.

Amongst the stars I am a speck
of dust, I came from unknown,
I bring knowledge and time.

Amongst the trees I am a mushroom, I am small but powerful, my roots are strong
I am part of a system of life.

Amongst the fish I am a shrimp,
I am small but mighty and brave.

Amongst the people I might seem
week but I can make you think,
my poetry is deep and I will
make you dig deeper into the
possibilities.

Amongst the horses I am a unicorn, I am rare and bright,
I am creative and brave. You'll never forget me.

Amongst the little things I can seem larger than life. I wear my heart on my sleeve and my mind
is open to possibilities.

I am autistic.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Stand proud!

Be you,
be true to yourself
for you are the only one
who has to live with yourself.

Be brave,
live bold and strong.

We all fall down
but not everyone is
bold enough to wipe themselves
off and keep going until
they achieve their goals.

Forgive yourself
so you can forgive
someone else.

Fight for your rights,
use your powers of knowledge
and be kind to one another.

Empty your heart to allow
love to fell the empty spaces
you’ve created.

Don’t be ashamed of yourself
for being human, instead
use your experiences to
build a stronger foundation.

Remember you are not alone,
there are billions of people
in this world who are living
too.

Open your mind to possibilities
and you will find purpose
and meaning.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the breath of
the evening rose memories
of you and I.

I am here laying in bed
pondering on my memories
of you.

You helped me
to fight my fears,
to face the ghosts
that lurk in the closet
and under my childhood bed.

You were my hero,
best friend,
and councilor
but most importantly
you are my mom.

I will never forget
the times we had,
they are more precious than
the most expensive gemstone.

Your memory is priceless
worthy of evermore forget
me nots and a poem that
I thought would remind me
of the space I made just
for you in my poetic mind.

Such things are never forgotten
for your memory lives on
through the poems I have written.

Dear Mom, I miss you so much.

These are my tears
written in poetic format
in memory of my mom.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the drifting waves
You can see my rising tides.
Upon the setting sun
You can see my fading shores,
as my tides collide
with beams of red
and yellow light.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Did you know that
the touch of your hand
moved me?

We shared a breath
and a root grew between us,
it hydrated and fed our
relationship.

Our bond was supposed to
strengthen but you tugged
on its weakness until it broke.

You played me a fool,
a full deck of wild cards
no joker's but you because
you scammed the table.

A fool I was, a drowning victim,
a mockery for your entertainment.

I fell hard over your hills,
under the Sea into your blue
tides of loneliness and depression.

I saw the storm in your eyes,
blue silvery sky's turning gray.

Seven years you took me for a
ride, with your lies and constant
shoveling of accusations and
narcissistic nagging.

Never happy, complained but
never worked on changing it.
You became maddening and
insane.

Dragging me under, like a piece of
driftwood unwanted and beaten
by your weathering abuse.

Now that I am free, I am working
on my boat and cutting the dead
roots you left behind.

This is what a shameful pile of
bones looks like.

He built a pile of ashes and
allowed overgrown weeds to
choke our relationship.

It lays dead amongst the autumn
leaves.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Amongst the books I am
torn, tattered, and worn,
my pages are yelled,
my binding fragile and
frayed by age.

My story sat for awhile
before a friend found my
shelf, such poetry I wrought
in slow progress; it is dripping
from the pen I hold within
my poetic brain, and you became
the reader of my poetic tongue.

Like rats my thoughts gather
in a pack of many before
looking for attention and food
so here I am writing for you.

It’s a dilution of words
I spit out for you, like
a flaming candle blowing
smoke into your mind.
I linger on your thoughts
before you ***** my wick
releasing my last bit of
light before I become a memory.

These are the poetic bindings
that hold me tightly
to this world. I am like a
violin you strum my strings
and I will begin to sing.

My poetic bindings hold
me tightly allowing me
to write these lines
of wrought and desire.

This is my poetic binding.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton