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Amanda Shelton Jul 2023
I am a pile of cruchy memories,
a constant season of autumn
with fallen leafs golden and
crisp, shimmering like stars
falling in between the streams
of heavenly light, becoming
mulch for the trees.

I am in the middle of change,
transformation and growing
my wings.

I am like a butterfly.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
106 · Oct 2019
Love & Life
Amanda Shelton Oct 2019
Our shadows rest under
the trees as our memories
soak within its roots.

Love knew where to find
us, it found us when
we needed it the most.

Like the seasons it
changes it grows, it
hydrates our lives.

When its roses weather
and droop, instead of
dying it morphed into
you and I for our love
soaked into the roots.

Forevermore you and I,
like the roots of a tree
it digs deeper to survive.

Love and life together
forever.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
106 · Jan 2023
False Gold
Amanda Shelton Jan 2023
For the money,
for the time,
for the damages you left behind.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

For the man who needs a dollar,
for the students who are drowning
in the loan, for the starved living
in the weather.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

Greed is a glitter of false gold
shinning in the eyes of many.

Gaping pockets weighted down by
rocks pretending to be gold.

Shady mountains stand in our way,
a streak of selver leads the way.

Dig, dig until the mountains hollow.

Mine them rocks blast the hills,
gold is hiding deep within them
rocky hills.

Gold fever burning hot,
burning holes in your pockets
for all that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
I was watching YouTube videos about gold digging and I came up with this poem. I also thought about how people are greedy and some give false hope to make money.
106 · Oct 2021
A Poet's Feverish Dreams
Amanda Shelton Oct 2021
Within my feverish dreams
lives passed ink smears,
designed by my scar’s.

My blood is the ink,
my passion is the needle
tattooing heartache and
suffering upon this digital
skin.

This grave I’m digging
is of my own design.

Watch me climb higher and
higher! Line by line…

The ghosts pound upon this post,
screaming in silence as I stitch
my design.

With a tear falling down my face
and a whisper from my dreams,
I write this poem.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
106 · Oct 2021
COVID-19 VS Vaccines
Amanda Shelton Oct 2021
There once was a virus
it’s name is COVID, it
infected millions.

On a cool breeze in 2019,
it killed dozens before the
shadows hit the valley’s below.

It’s the most deadly virus,
since the 1800’s.

Doctor’s searched high and low
for treatments, but none came
soon enough.

They fought lack of recourses
and bodies piled high, until the
coffins were all gone and grave’s
too many and too deep to count.

Then in 2021 after they researched,
created a vaccine.

With two stabs and your done,
the vaccines won.

COVID-19 is a deadly virus
get vaccinated everyone!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
106 · Jun 2021
A Twinkle Of Wonder
Amanda Shelton Jun 2021
Upon the beams of light
the stars dance with such
delight.

As the moon swoons and
bows he wipes his dusty
brow, shakes is luner *****
for the people on the Earth's
ground.

The stars wink and pass by
in a trail of gas and carbon.

A beautiful sight to behold,
as wonder twinkles in each
eye.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
105 · Aug 2023
Painful Suit Of Arms
Amanda Shelton Aug 2023
I was born in a painful
suit of arms.

I built my own weapons,
by using my ability to
write and draw to share
my struggles.

With a pencil in one hand
and strife in the other,
I fight, I write, I draw.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
105 · Dec 2021
Morning - A Poem For Winter
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
Upon the rising sun
my soul took flight,
as the morning rolled
in on the foggy view
beams of light woke me
with such a sight.

As the quiet atmosphere
was broken life began to
breathe and woke with
eyes wide open.

The skirt of morning lifted
upon winter's embrace.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
104 · Jun 2019
My Roots
Amanda Shelton Jun 2019
Upon my faith grows
my strangth,
deeper and deeper
my roots dig deep
into the hollow.

I become that like
a tree, my seed is small
but my roots are strong.

The more I pray
the deeper I grow
deep into the hollow,
no devil will pull me
a stray.

My faith is strongly
rooted within the depths
of the hollow, I will
always pray.

My roots,
my roots,
dip deeply into
the hollow.
I kneel to pray.

Dear Lord,
thank you for my strength,
thank you for the blessing
of your ever growing spark.
Aman!

My roots grow deeply
into the barren landscape
every autumn my leafs
will fall, revealing my
trunk leaving you
a reminder I too am
a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2019
This person 'Suzy Berlinsky' harassed me and after she trolled me she blocked me. Please be warned. She's a troll. I pray no one else has the same problem. I blocked her after she said very rude things on my posts as well. I don't even know her. She doesn't follow my profile and I have never had contact with her until now. I wish the owner of HelloPoetry would ban people like her. It's horrible we can't stop them from harassing more people. Please help! I don't feel safe on here anymore. It's been the fourth troll that has attacked me since I joined. Why are these people allowed to continue? I really love HelloPoetry but it needs to have better safty. Maybe, the owner could make it possible that a profit gets banned from the website after being warned of harassment three times. Just any idea. I run websites and you need to make it safe for all who are using it. I am sorry I had to post this but it's getting worse and I don't feel safe. Thank you. God bless you all.
I am a kind person and I don't appreciate being attacked. I worry about others who are too anxious to speak up. I am speaking for everyone who is too afraid to. I am not afraid to say something if I don't feel safe. Please note that trolls are evil conniving people who don't care about your life, they find pleasure in others pain and reactions. I always recommend don't pay the toll to the trolls. They are ugly beings hiding behind a computer screen. That makes them cowards.
103 · Apr 2018
Moving On From Suffering
Amanda Shelton Apr 2018
Life can be hard,
Life can seem heavy at times.

Life can be like a fog,
rolling over your parade
so no one can see
the floats going by.

But once it rains,
once you get rest and clean,
life can seem like
a cool breeze
or a slowing rollercoaster
ready to release for
the next passengers.

Patience is what we need,
also love from everyone
and God.

This too shall pass
just try to remember
where you came from
and where you want
to head from now.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

“To recovery to discovery, life is taken stride by stride, moment by moment. You might get cut alone the way but wound’s heal and stragthen.” © 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I wrote this for a friend.
103 · Sep 2023
I, I am
Amanda Shelton Sep 2023
I,
I am me.

I, I am
a shadow
sitting in the dark
soaking up the light.

I, I am
a hollow full of tears
from past struggles.

I, I am
a scar
painful and lingering
I am irritated at times
but still healing.

I, I am
a broken heart
bruised but not beaten
by my broken love affairs.

I, I am
hollow once in awhile
as depression fells my
emptiness with its blackness.

I, I am
a muscle
I am stronger
than I believe I am,
until I decide to left
my own weight.

I, I am
a dream within a dream
dreaming of being awake.

I, I am
possibilities for I am
capable of change and growth.

I, I am
beyond the static of thought,
I am beyond your
dreams and wishes
for I am a fading star.

I, I am
human,
I am the breath of
creativity and emotions
for I am intelligent.

I, I am
love for I was born
with an infinite
heart space.

I, I am
autism for I was born
uniquely autistically me.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
103 · Mar 2024
Moon Man Smile
Amanda Shelton Mar 2024
Upon this lonely night,
I ponder on the stars,
as they gaze upon the earth
from their heavenly bow.

My heart is somewhere else,
my mind is lingering there too.

The night is like a curtain of
darkness, it slowly fell upon
the day as the sun bowed for
its heavenly host and left the
stage and the moon came
beaming bright like a spotlight
to smile upon the night.

Smile wide moon man, smile
bright for its your time to
shine tonight.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
103 · Jul 2021
Dancing Dreamer
Amanda Shelton Jul 2021
You walk into a ballroom,
people are dancing with lights flashing to beating music.

A cold chill settles on your skin, it makes you shiver.

All eyes are on you,
the bubble pop’s that you keep yourself securely inside.

You realize everyone has turned into shadows with glowing eyes, they are now surrounding you, somehow you moved to the center of the room.

Each face wears a mask,
as they begin to laugh at you.

You can see a black mist moving behind the crowd,
it feels cold and dark.

The faces seem to get closer and back up again, like they are teasing you with their faceless dance.

Silk dresses, and black suits, feathered masks and flowing music surround you.

You dance with the shadows
as you realize you are dreaming.

The sound of feet drag upon the floor, and you can hear everyone breathing in your ear. As they slowly fade into the black mist.

You wake… Its 5 in the morning.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
This was my dream from last night. I never have normal dreams, I lucid dream. It can be an anxious experience but I’ve gotten use to it. For me it’s like a rollercoaster and I have learned to enjoy the ride. Becoming aware of the dream can cause you to wake up but I’ve learned how to stay in the dream. Sometimes it works other times it doesn’t. Sometimes I get stuck in the dream and I can’t wake. Those dreams are scary.
Amanda Shelton Feb 2023
Ratty tatty tap tap tap,
haters be dancing like
fly’s on crap.

You’re better than the haters
and I think they are jealous
they are not spoiled brats.

Instead the best they can do
is be ugly trolls expecting you
to pay their toll.

Well the bridge is burnt and
the trolls are stone.

Trolls turn to stone in
the morning light and
ashes can’t hold up to
the mornings breeze.

Like the big bad wolf
I huff and I puff until
the bridge falls down and
blow’s away in the mornings
breeze.

No wolf is bad so please
excuse the bad breath,
and would you scratch behind
my ears please.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
I was attacked by a troll on my blog and wrote this poem in response and I blocked the account and WordPress helped me get the account suspended from the platform. I am blessed to have a strong support system.
103 · Feb 2019
Like A Rock
Amanda Shelton Feb 2019
Trailing behind me
are my experiences in red,
it’s all we have here
existence, we’ve all bled
at one point.

Life moves forward
one foot fall at a time.

Footprints on this Earth
from my journey in time,
exposed to the elements,
we are burning like stars.

Poetic flames fuel
my life, bursting from
the seams, passions rise
above the horizon, we are
like falling stars.

Blowing in the wind
guided by the path
set down by the old
rivers and trees,
the forest never forgot me.

Bleeding from my roots
but still I breathe the
painful fumes like a
power plant blowing
steam, I keep falling it
seems, even my ashes are
hot, like burning stars.

Breathe they say, deeply now,
I brave the pain, seeping deep
into my frame, slowly burning
out like an old flame.

Run they say run away, but
here I stand like a rock I am.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
102 · Aug 2018
Trumpets Are Blowing
Amanda Shelton Aug 2018
I am very concerned about how
our President’s ignorance is effecting
America.

He’s allowing death too consume us,
making choices that **** people,
showing how much he hates anyone who doesn’t agree to his views.

It’s sad to watch America
once was great now is being
beaten up torn apart,
pushed over the edge.

Donald Trump seems to have an IQ
of a two year old child.
He doesn’t believe in climate change, even though it is burning down
our homes,
blowing winds strong enough to
tear down buildings,
we are running out of resources quicker than before
because we need more to mass produce.

People who don’t believe in climate change need to look closer at how everything has changed.

Our planet is rapidly changing,
the heat wave is lasting longer,
the weather is chaotic,
the earth is crying out as we
sit and watch.

Not too long from now our planet
is going to start causing us to have to adapt to it’s new climate.
We have no choice because our president has taken away our freedom of choice.

Donald Trump is a dictator,
he’s going down in history
as ****** did.

Our government has become a chaotic mess, before Trump blew his horn
the government seemed peaceful and happy.

Now we see how each party has no rights, they are acting like
teenager’s picking fights
with a bully who doesn’t care
about anyone else but himself.

You don’t see his family
like others before him,
instead you see him standing alone
awkward and stiff.

America is falling,
all because you voted for the
devil’s advocate.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2023
Huntsman beauty weaving her web, gently undercover she began
to shed.

From the back she started to slip
from a slit shivering and quivering, above your head
there she hung from a thread.

The spider on top seemed dead
the other was hanging and
began moving.

Once her job was done, the spider
began to descend from the shell
of her former self by a line of silk.

Time for rest and the next evening
the huntsman beauty is ready for
a night out on the town wearing
her new dress.

©️ By Amanda Shelton
102 · Jan 2018
Waiting For Love
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
Farewell until we meet again.

When the sun melts into the Sea,
and love comes ashore,
where I will be waiting.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
102 · Sep 2018
Perfumed Memories
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
Like a vine on the wall
I lingered far too long.

Aw a simple rose.

Can you smell the perfume?
It’s from slow decay
as the roses wither away.

Bloom, grow, wither
the life of a flower
so simple, so lovely.

A poet knows them well,
They inspired many with
their perfumed memories,
they linger on through poety.

The rose always in thought,
always quiet but never
silent, for you are reminded
by their perfume.

The roses inspired my
spark, it lit my wick
as I burn my reserve.
I have a long lasting
desire to write poetry.

The roses, I ponder
in rows of formatted
prose they love to grow
on my poetic tongue.
I cultivate them with
my desire to plant
my poetic seeds.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
101 · Sep 2023
Oh Boy, You're Such A Drag
Amanda Shelton Sep 2023
You made me bring a bag boy,
you were such a drag boy.

You forgot to grow into
a man boy, you hit 30
and you passed go awhile ago
but you didn’t collect the $200
before you stole my heart boy,
now your broke and
I am beating bleeding
on the floor boy.

You made me bring a bag boy,
you broke my back all for
a drag boy.

You’re no man, you’re a drag
in a bag boy.

The smudges you left behind are
following my shadow like
a drag boy.

Now I am fighting your ghost.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
I do not forget,
I forgive.

I use to seek my own space,
I didn’t feel comfortable
sharing my privacy,
but I grew up,
I grew out of my old jeans,
I leaned how others think,
I always am thinking
I am always pondering
deeply but try not to over think things.

I have learned how to love myself,
I can’t help someone else if
I don’t help myself first.
That was the hardest thing
for me to expect because
I am a nice person and I felt
obligated.

Higher intelligence doesn’t mean happier,
or I have more opportunities,
sometimes it can be depressing
boring and confusing, I find it
hard to relate to others because
it’s rare to have a higher IQ.
I just use my manners.

Ignorance is bliss, yes it is.
I grew up in fear of life
slowly dying because I knew
it was.

I am not ashamed to say
my intelligence is higher than
average but I will not boast
about it, there is nothing special
about understanding how the world
turns it can invoke
fear, anxiety, and pain.

I understand that
I make mistakes
that I am a fool and
I can do better
if I work for it.

I am prone to stay up late
thinking about everything
I want to finish. That’s why
I don’t like to leave my
projects unfinished.

I am intelligent enough to know
I am a fool living in
a fools society.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
101 · Oct 2023
Cherish The Moment
Amanda Shelton Oct 2023
Memories are priceless
because they only happen
once in a lifetime.

You can only imagine the passed
so cherish the future
because it will be the passed.

Also this very moment
is the future, present as well
as the passed.

Now is the crossroads
of our lives.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2023
Black, I'm sleek and clean,
I wear time on my back
as a burning hourglass.

Wrapped up in a poetic web
I've got my heart locked inside
a spider design.

Eight legs are plenty but
I've got many more enough
for eternity. Nevermore!

Up in the window
I am thinking
weaving and winding,
waiting and grinding,
building my shrine
a place to ponder and unwind.

Black, I am collecting poetic
formats weaving a tapestry,
sleek and clean I am weaving
the moments of struggle
strengthening my design.

Black, I am a mother
of poetic webs always
weaving, sleek and clean, waiting and winding
setting up my next design.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
100 · May 2023
The Artist
Amanda Shelton May 2023
Life is like crashing waves,
always rolling sometimes colliding
with our dreams.

We struggle to stay above the waves
while life keeps going, falling apart
at the seams.

Pieces of our achievements begin
to wash away into the seas of possibilities.
Making room for new possibilities or
for our dreams to drown in the depths
of the crashing waves.

You have a choice to learn how to surf
or go down with your dreams.

Oh what possibilities are these?

An artist suffers for their art,
it's both physical and mental.

The only difference between an artist
and other people, is the ability to express
themselves in a relatable and imaginable ways.

We are like the waves, crashing around
colliding with others through our art
and writing.

The Artist is inspiration for the possibilities.

We artists are a conundrum of sorts,
a rolling stone tumbling down a mountain.
It builds upon itself collecting ideas along
the way down.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
100 · Jan 2020
A Poetic Love Like No Other
Amanda Shelton Jan 2020
Upon the hot beams of sunlight
I bring my heart as the dawn
beckons me to your arms.

I am reminded of your memory
as mornings first breathe
is taken upon my senses it
rises as I awaken.

That like a seed
love grows and roots
itself upon our bed
of hearts building
a plot for the future.

The roots grow stronger
with the struggles and
adventures we experience
together.

Upon loves flight we are its capulets
of two star crossed lovers.

A poetic love like no other.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
100 · Jan 2020
Autism Honesty & I
Amanda Shelton Jan 2020
Upon a thought I ride,
my visions I do not hide.

I am what I am,
a brave poet and artist,
I survive this chaotic process.

My heart is pure
nothing can change
my naive mind.
I’v learned how to
except my unique
process and the
ignorance of the world
to my design.

To be autistic is like
being an alien in a
chaotic world of shady
trees we call humanity.

Most find it uncomfortable
to be around a truly honest
person like me.

I do not sugar coat
or fib, sarcasm is nothing
more than a beat around the bush.

I find it rude and disrespectful
for people to be dishonest
and dance underneath the bushes
as if you can hide from me.

My mind is very much aware
of the details in the envirernment
and the shady business you
display.

Most people wear a mask,
trying to cover up their
craft, but as for me I am
too busy being me I am
more interested in how
the bees buzz and hum,
I am always creating,
crafting ideas for you
to see.

I love you all so very much,
my heart is open to all
who wants to share the love.

To be an autistic
is like being the oddball
I am always a bit flat but
I bounce higher and I am
the best friend who listens
and shares comfortably.

If you are nice to me
I will be your best friend
forevere, for once I fall
in love I can’t change how
much I care.

I am what I am,
you get what you get,
no shady business do
I display. I am always
exposed free and uncaged,
I light fires in your mind
and I remind you have
your blessings.

I understand you are ignorant
like me but I am willing to
be straight forward I don’t
care what people think, for
I don’t know what you think.

Unless you explain to me
what your mingling upon,
I am ignorant to a default.

Some people call me special
I call it blah blah blah!
I never felt comfortable
with being called special,
for I think you are the special
ones, you are the ones who
have difficulty understanding
me. I’ve tried to submit to
your protocols sadly my
programming is more difficult
and complex.

Not even I can
rewire my mind.

Autism is not a disease nor
a handicap or illness,
its a different kind of brain
a motherboard of colorful designs
of beep boop mixtapes with poetic
lyrics waiting to be seen by
all of you who come to read my
tapestry of expression.

Its not the autistic person’s fault
you don’t understand our communications,
its your fault for not being mindful
of the autistic process and
our unique expressions.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
100 · Oct 2022
The Tree Of Shade
Amanda Shelton Oct 2022
I’m hanging on the tree of shade,
my shadow lowers to the roots
to drink the mudy waters soaked
into the earth from the rain.

Secretly its my tear’s from year’s
of mental abuse.

I’m like a fruit not yet ripe
for picking.

My shadow lurks hiding my face
for my mirror image is not what
you see, but to me is monstrous.

A reflection of hair, bones and
teeth; sharp like fangs and weeds
for bands its a choking hazard.

I’m hanging on the tree of shade,
my shadow lowers to the roots
to drink the mudy waters that
drips from my pain.

It hydrates depression and anxiety
it grows like black mold.

Depression is deep, anxiety is
bleeker. Together they are blacker
then black, deeper than deep and
burns cooler than the flames
I desire.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Writing is the best way for me to deal with my depression and anxiety. It helps me to express my suffering in a safe environment and to release it so it doesn't grow. These are my roots my plotted moods and tree of shade. Here I hydrate and leave my depression and anxiety so I can live in peace. Please if you are suffering don't be silent. Get help! The internet has great resources. Also, I have the link for the crisis hotline. Talk to someone now! https://988lifeline.org/talk-to-someone-now/. Phone number is 1-888-628-9454 you can also text the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline by texting 988. It is the crisis hotline in the USA. There are recourses for all types of people with disabilities and no disabilities available on the website too. It's free. I have used it before. It's the reason I got help. They directed me and I followed. You are not alone. I love you guys so very much. 😘
100 · Sep 2019
The Dreamer
Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
I gaze upon the silver
and gold boutique of stars
growing in the sky
as night falls blanketing
everything in shadow.

Lovely is the grays
and blacks of the
passing face of the
full moons glowing
smile.

The stars flirt with
its dusty groom as
the seasons dance with
change upon a midnight
stage.

Dreams of spring
shatter like glass
spewing its beams into
the past leaving
beams of memories
fading fast.

A watchful eye like
a dreaming flower
its wishes lie within
its roots waiting for you
to open your mind.

Such things are true
that live within
a dreaming mind.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
100 · Nov 2017
Pushing The Dirt
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
I am pushing the dirt,
pile after pile,
higher and higher...

Slowly life grows heavy,
as I build higher.

I strive for better,
as the weather blows down
each of my piles.

I keep on pushing the dirt,
even though it has turned to mud.

Pile after pile
I strive for higher ground,
pushing hard as life
pushes harder.

I never give up,
I'll never give in,
I will just have to pile in
as the mud gets higher.

Do you think a little mud will stop me?
Not me,
I will just push harder
striving for higher ground.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2021
Me: Don’t you come any closer!

I am warning you!

Please don’t come over, please.

I am trying, I am calm.

Don’t come back please!

I don’t like you.

Your horrible.

I hate you, your a monster.

Why are you here?

How do I stop you?

Go away!

Ouch! I am crying and oozing.
I want to bang my head into
the wall. I can’t set still.

It hurts so bad.

Cluster headache: Hahaha! Geer!
I bite you and stabe you in the eye.

You can’t stop me!!!

I will be back, you won’t see me coming.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
I have suffered from cluster headaches from babyhood. I had three years without them. I started suffering again in 2016. Its the worst pain I've ever experienced. Worse then when my gallbladder was full of stones. Some doctors call them suicide headaches because some people don't want to live through it. I am a fighter and I want to live my life even if sometimes I have pain. My passion for living keeps me going.
99 · Nov 2022
The Slumbering Sun
Amanda Shelton Nov 2022
The evening sun sets on the horizon,
it melts into its reflection, rippling
like water as it slowly turns
into liquid beams and fades
into the night.

Like a slumbering beast
the sun does one last peek
before disappearing over the
curve of the earth.

Our sun can seem magical,
it turns into liquid beams
that stretch out with arms
of light, it will burn bright
for billions of years.

It's amazing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
99 · Jan 2020
Antithis
Amanda Shelton Jan 2020
Misty fog rolling in
from the Sea, upon its
frozen kiss I cultivate
my heart.

I fought for love
upon the rolling waves
of chaos and change.

I fought decay as
rot stole my true
loves kiss with a
breath of ash, as
my wish crashed
to the bottom of
emptiness.

Love found your lips
riding on the Sea
in a lovers ship.

Our souls were caught
tossing and turning
over and over again
upon the waves of chaos,
bold and brave just
the two of us.

Anitthis-death stole my
wish, love rose from the
ashes.

Only to fall again
for one last fight,
for one last stand,
for one last kiss.

Beyond the nightly
mist, our ship rides
into the night forever
together lovers
under cover of the
darkened sky’s
star crossed lovers ride.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
99 · Apr 2019
Push And Shove
Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
We were never one
like you claim.

You lied to me,
you used me,
you push me away
after abusing me.

You say I am doing wrong
for expressing my
broken heart to you.
That somehow it’s my fault
you are a **** tugging
at my heart strings.

You blame me for
your behavior,
when I have done nothing
but tell you that you
are hurting me.

I tried to enjoy life
with you but sadly
you don’t enjoy my time.

You bully me
when I ask for space,
as if my space means
nothing to you.

It’s a push and shove
when it comes to our love.

I give my everything
but you give me pain
and suffering.

You act like I love
your things but I don’t
care about your wealth,
I care about yourself,
health and happiness.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
98 · Oct 2022
Releasing The Poet
Amanda Shelton Oct 2022
Sometimes I write to exhale,
sometimes I write to release the deep grunge that cultivates
within my Gothic mind.

I am like a black Rose,
my darkest night's are when
I bloom in my personal gloom.

Upon the ink I scratch across the page comes stitches of poetry;
sowing what I reap,
growing what I think.

With patchwork of poetry,
I slowly weave my tapestry
of words.

Sometimes I write to free my
expression, its like a caged bird
begging to be released.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2022
Shattered to pieces
I'm on the floor.

In the shadows lurks a
heart of stone, cold and
sharpe it cuts me deep.

Now I am all alone
with my heart of glass,
fragile and bruised I fought
to break free.

Pieces of memories from broken
ideas of a love lost to the shadows
hardened like steel and just as cold.

Love you brought me cold steel
and a heart of stone.

You forgot to love me,
you left me in the cold
damp shadows of your
shameless treason.

Doubt is the ultimate treason
against love and faith.

Like a cold breeze on my check,
you came frozen and hard and
you came to blame me.

Nothing can melt your frozen heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
98 · Oct 2019
Autumn Dreams
Amanda Shelton Oct 2019
Upon the breeze lives
Autumn.

It kissed my soul
and blew me away.

Oh, how I love
the Autumn breeze.

Au revoir, until we
meet again.

Upon the falling leafs
comes change.

My soul sleeps
until the Autumn
wakes me with
its chilling kiss.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
98 · Apr 2021
Survivor
Amanda Shelton Apr 2021
Blue’s stained my mind
with its shady rolls of
ocean waves, tears flood
the shores of my dreams
as emotion’s move deeper
still fooling my vision
of calming tides.

I lost my mind alone the
road to the hole I dug
to bury my pain.

My heart overflows with
fog rain and wind, causing
a storm to beat at the bones
of my ribcage, leaving me
sore.

Sadness tripped me
before I could run.

I pull the strings of my life,
I draw the lines too, like a master
of my own design I created the
possibilities to survive.


©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2023
Lay my bones down
on the river bank so
I can grow green and brown,
as the seasons change
the ground crumbles and
reveals my name.

Upon the mornings wake
my eyes open wide
as the stars fade
into the current of black.

The night left me
in the beams of morning
so I can shine until
the moon returns.

I am star dust preparing
for my burst,
a rebirth
a recycled soul floating
in space.
Waiting for my returning.

Will I ever leave?
You imagined me,
you are reminded of me
by visiting my passed expressions.

Do we ever delete?
Do we ever leave?
Once you breathe
you become a breath of air
traveling through space.

Like a candle in the window,
I linger for awhile,
my scent is free,
my fire is bright.
I burn within your mind.

I live on through what I write
for I am like a tattoo,
I leave behind
ink smears of experiences.

I am made up of years of
writing and drawing.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2024
Earth, a vibrant tapestry,
a symphony of life,
Where diverse creatures dance,
in a ceaseless strife.
From the icy peaks of the North,
to the Southern seas,
A kaleidoscope of wonders,
as far as the eye can see.

In the heart of Africa,
lions roam the plains,
Their golden manes shimmering,
in the sun's warm embrace.

In the depths of the Amazon,
jaguars prowl the night,
Their stealthy movements hidden,
in the moon's pale light.

In the Australian outback,
kangaroos bound with glee,
Their powerful legs carrying them,
across the vast land.

In the Arctic tundra,
polar bears roam the ice,
Their white fur camouflaging them,
in their frozen paradise.

From the towering redwoods,
to the whispering pines,
The Earth's forests teem with life,
a symphony of design.
From the smallest insects,
to the mightiest whales,
Each creature plays its part,
in nature's grandest tales.

So let us cherish this planet,
our home, our only sphere,
Where diversity thrives,
and life is ever near.
Let us protect its beauty,
its wonders, its grace,
For the Earth is our treasure,
and its legacy we must embrace.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
98 · Mar 2024
Caffeine
Amanda Shelton Mar 2024
Rolling rolling rolling,
my thoughts are pondering.

The processing is thunderous,
static and loud as the caffeine
migrates through my body.

Calming down slowly, slowly, slowly, grinding down to sleep as the caffeine migrates
through my body.

Caffeine! It grinds my gears
for a moment and slowly calms
me down so I can sleep.

Gives me purpose to move around to build things, and think faster than usual.

It can help me sleep at night,
as long as I use it right.

I make time for grinding down,
before I go to bed sometimes
caffeine is the pillow on my bed
and a monk when I meditate.

Caffeine can be my friend.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
I've learned to use caffeine in a healthy way. I never drink more than one cup of coffee and I always take a few days off from caffeine before drinking it again. I only use it for migraines and severe pain. It helps me with my pain. It doesn't take much just a small amount. My doctor actually taught me how to use it. I have a rare brain disorder and the caffeine is helpful to keep my heart from slowing down, it also helps my migraines at bay alongside my medication because it can be caused by lack of blood flow to my brain from anxiety and I hold my breath too much. Caffeine helps me to breathe too. I have been suffering from the migraines lately and I found out about sugar free caffeine drinks that help me without giving me too much caffeine or sugar. I am very grateful for my healthcare providers too.
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
I’ve suffered for my youth,
I’ve discovered who I am
but lost myself along the way.

I’m finally at a crossroads,
I am finally facing it.

My river flooded,
my roots are overgrown,
my hair is turning grey,
the wrinkles are not going
away.

My crack’s are getting deeper,
my hair is still losing color,
my blood pressure is getting higher,
my pain is settling in for longer.

Ageing is a bit! with a
bat and ball, it beats you
until your blind and still
expect you to hit a fastball
and reach home plate.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
98 · Jun 2021
A Philosophers Plot
Amanda Shelton Jun 2021
Amunst the books I am most comfortable
for paper and ink never judges me.

It takes me to possibilities of
vast knowledge and brings me to a
special journey to the center of
my imagination.

I fought battles with bat people and
Joan Of Arc. I swam in alien oceans
and flew with fleet’s of flying fish
that came from my imagination leaping
forth from the depths of the pages.

I wrote some of these stories.

Books have secrets waiting to be
discovered you just have to get
passed the cover.

My ability to write poetry
brought me to the edge of
my creativity.

My poetic plot’s are hydrated
by my inspiration and muse books
upon books.

I’ve got hundreds piled inside
my vast memory bank.

I have no need to make space
for my brain is wired differently.

Reading is good practice for writing,
for a good writer can dissect how
another writer creates their own plots.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
98 · Mar 2023
A Vampires Bed
Amanda Shelton Mar 2023
The moon hangs low over my head,
reminds me of my ghost and before
I'm dead my ashes spread upon
my sleeping bed and I rose.

Eternity is a memory that
never forgets me, it breathes
and beats for me until I'm dead.

Such dread is in the light,
for the light devours night
and I am still dead.

The night also devours light,
brings back my dead soul.
As the sun slowly lay's it's
weary head peeking over the horizon.

Such dread is in the light
for only at night do I take flight.

Lay me down on a bed of bones
and allow the thorns to overgrow
and be my chamber of secrets and
here lies deep rooted memories
that never leave my head.

A vampires bed is bone white
and cold.

I am pounding on the post
yelling at my ghost, as I
lay deep under the earth.

Here I call home.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
97 · Jan 2019
My Broken Heart
Amanda Shelton Jan 2019
I once thought love was
a magical place, where everything
suddenly falls into place.

Sadly I have learned the truth,
love hurts worse than a rotting tooth.

It can be ugly too,
full of hurt and struggles.

I am left chocking on my tears
while my heart tore apart
bruised and fragile like porcelain,
it broke into a thousand words
bleeding from my wounds (poetry).

It flows so easily,
like hot wax melting over the
wick it hardened but without form
or structure. It falls apart
in your hands.

I burst into a puddle of tears,
for my visual can no longer
hold the pressure.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
97 · May 2021
Dreamers Ocean
Amanda Shelton May 2021
On a cold dark road
there was a shimmer
in the distance, like
a ocean chillen in the night
the reflection was clear
and blue.

A cool breeze is blowing
over the hills, as the stars
wink and gaze upon the dark
haze.

You think to yourself,
this must be a dream.

Then a lite music slowly begins
to play, the sound is drawing
you closer to the edge of the
water.

A mist starts to gather,
a fog is coming in, the
cool wind kisses your skin.
Chills run down your spine,
goosebumps rise and you shiver
from its icy touch.

The song dances in your mind,
it pokes and pinches your
brain with stimulation from its
heavy sounds of water swooshing
about.

You feel like an ocean of
waves, lisping up and down.

Your mind is drifting upon
a dreamers raft, drifting
deeper into the fog and wind.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
97 · Nov 2017
Dust In The Wind
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
I have left you hope
to remember me by,
like a ghost in the wind,
I last for as long as the wind
carries me onwards
through time.  

I blew away like a wish,
or a phantom kiss
seeking a cheek
so fair and far away.

I faded like an old memory
passed on through the generations until nothing is left of the original me.

I left you hope but you found
old memories instead, a ghost.  

Some day I will fade like everything usaully does over time.

Dust in the wind that's all I am eventually.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
97 · Sep 2023
Ghostly Shadows
Amanda Shelton Sep 2023
The shadows of my life move along the walls in my mind, always evolving through the
doorways of my dreams.

Move away, move away,
always evolving opening
doors to possibilities.

Did I change?
Did I move?
Did I become the shadow?

The flies always return,
bodies decay and souls leave.
Ghosts.

Move away, move away,
beyond this two dimensional
space of dreaming minds,
they collide locked in a dance
between two hearts tied
together by strings.

Do we ever truly die?

How can we die if our memories
live on?

Move away, move away,
into the dark my shadow sleeps, until the light returns.
Nothing remains but my ghost.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
We live on through the memories people have of us. Some people are unforgettable others fade into the minds of the crowd.
97 · Sep 2022
R.I.Pieces
Amanda Shelton Sep 2022
The obituary of my heart.
Rest in pieces, my broken heart.

Burning hearts ignite with desire,
unspoken words are left on their
lips.

Unforgettable but forgotten
by time, for all things parish.

The rose’s withered, the wine
dried, and the passion cooled
with passing time.

My heart shattered, scared
and bruised, beat and neglected,
he never knew how to love me.
He’s incapable.

He fooled me with lies
and conspiracies,
victimizing himself to
victimize me.

He’s guilty of abuse and drug use.

I am guilty of loving and trusting him.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2018
You are hydrated and fed
through the cultivation
of your life.

You are the designer of your
decisions and paths you pathe.

This journey is roughly drawn
rocky and sharp, you have to keep
your hands inside the ride
at all times, or else you lose
your life.

This life is too short
to always be afraid,
though the biggest fear
we have is fear itself.

To face your fears
you have to expect that it is not
what you are afraid of that
frightens you but it is
not knowing what you face,
(The unknown is the scariest place).

You have been rooted
in the same bed for so long
you forgot about the
others planted beside you.

Don’t forget to open a window
so you can experience something
new and exciting.

Try something new once in a while,
for learning keeps you motivated
and hydrated through a drought.

I have been cultivating my plot
being patient and kind
allowing my fellow gardeners
to be the best cultivators they
can be.

For We all are
growing in the ***** of life.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
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