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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
Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
It’s a night of warm summer
beams, a time of change
is in the air, past seasons
greets us with their kisses.

The heat stirs,curling,
foggy wisps of rain.
Shrouds of wild flowers
cover the ground.

A midnight dream of ashened
trees, and realities part
slightly, to weaken the
other seasons making way
for summers beating heart.

Now a day of brooding sun,
I go down to the river
where it’s warm and green
for there is where spring
lays down for a nap,
I promised her a farewell.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
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
Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
Honesty is my best friend,
I have no choice but to
be honest so I will be honest
for you my friend.

My mother taught me,
I am graceful, I am
like a dancer, I pick
my battles honest and
bravely, I march on into
the dark, as life burns me
I just shine for you all
can find me in the darkest
night.

I am a flame a flickering
blaze burns from my depths,
I burn like a star beyond
the night.

I will never loss my
fire for it burns through
your mind in the poetry
that I write.

My passions I express,
my wings I spread wide
taking me above this,
beyond the scope of your
experience I am always
waiting for you to join me.

My reality never had boundaries,
I am like a caged bird set free.

Poetry made this possible
so so did my mother who
taught me, I am everything
I want to be. I just have to
remember to never loss my fire
I can burn hotter than life so
you will never forget me.

I am grateful for the pain
and suffering being human
has brought me, for it helps
me grow stronger.

We all are powerful
change, and masters of
our lives. I am stronger
because I am a believer
because of my mother
who taught me to be braver
and feed my flame with
the Heavenly Father.

You think I am going to disappoint you?

Oh no, I am going to follow the stars you have laid out for me. Thank you momma, I love you.

I am braver because of you.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jun 2023
He's trying to burn his bridges,
when we can see him starting
the fire. He's in denial but still
lights the fire on camera yet
he doesn't forget to smile.

Burn baby burn!

He's working for the devil
five to nine lighting fires
wasting time.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2022
These chains are what defines
our relationship.

I want to lift the heaviness
light up the darkness, release
myself from these chains.

Love, you chained my heart
now I feel trapped, I’m
wiggling free I’m crawling
out from the darkness.

My fire is a spark but
it only takes a spark
to restart a heart.

So watch me burn brighter
than before, these chains
are no more.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2022
I should have known you'd leave
me here alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2021
I bent down to reflect
upon the gaping hole you
left.

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

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

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

I stitched together the wounds.

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

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

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
Auburn hills grow chill,
as the cold breath of winter
slowly rolls over kissing the tree tops.

A blanket of white
slowly covers the night.
The stars seem warmer
on a winters night.

Snow falls silent
and calm while the
winds blow their song.
Whispers travel far
over the hills and rolling fog.

Icy winter kissed the fog,
leaving ghostly perfume
of Autumn's blushing cheeks.

This is
the chilling song of winer.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2017
The leafs are growing colder,
curling up on the branches of the tree's.

I can feel the air breathing
it's cold breath on my skin.
As my body shivers
with goosebumps.

I crave coffee more
and warmer foods.

I have the heater on through out
the night and day.

I love the weather
when it cools off through the day.

It's the cold kiss of winter
I crave, when the summer heat
takes so long to go away.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2020
To be a great artist
and writer, you have
to suffer.

Those who survive
are those who become
great.

Be true and fearless,
for this too shall pass.

Remember your blessings,
sacrifices, and achievements;
and learn from your mistakes.

We are flawed but perfect,
as long as you believe in
yourself and trust that
you have a future.

Those who can imagine
the possibilities are
the future leaders and developers.

Be bold and brave,
don’t be afraid.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
A violin plays for the wind,
up goes the bow strumming the strings.

A symphony orchestra concert
from nature is created,
such skill and gifted are the crickets.

A beautiful sound that comes from
a tiny insect the color of green grass.

Don't be fooled by it's beautiful song,
for they are known to eat crops
and leave damages like no other creater.

They are famous for causing
plague in the Bible,
and grain fields to disappear
in a night.

Be ware of the violins at night,
such beauty can bring fright.

The crickets love the night.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Apr 2021
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 have been abused by a narcissistic boyfriend. I am still dealing with the damage. I have decided to no longer date nor have romantic relationships. I am not very good at being romantic. Also, I am damaged from passed abuse. I have had only three boyfriend's, they all were long term and ended because of the guys issues. I didn't expect to be dumped because they didn't tell me anything was wrong. The last boyfriend gaslighted me and made me feel crazy. He also made me feel ugly and insecure because he was jealous and complained about my makeup and everything I did. He accused me of cheating while he was doing drugs and breaking into my internet and devices. I don't trust anyone anymore to be honest with me. I've learned no one is honest. People are too busy trying to please themselves and trying to control everything. I am always on the side watching everyone behave like selfish robots seeking popularity. It's sad. I want to be with someone who is available and doesn't care about how much junk they can get. Just hangout and be with me. Tell me I am perfect just the way I am. Make me feel good about myself. Support my life by making me feel comfortable and confident in everything I do.
Amanda Shelton Oct 2019
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“To be conscious is to be
dust in the wind,
time never forgets you
it’s you that forgets you
are forever part of its change.”

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The mind is a very fragile thing,
if you beat it, it runs,
if you treat it with love, it grows.

There’s a fine line between
sanity and the shore’s of reality.

We are all living in our
own simulation
of our minds creation.

What is continuances but
a concept of a common concept?
Continuing forever…

You are judged for not being
common, for being different,
for not living up to everyone else’s common sense.

Stability is a strong foundation
not a certain type of thing,
for stronger doesn’t mean
common or normal.
Sometimes it’s the odd ones that win,
sometimes it’s the freaks
that gain from being abnormal.

I use to believe
I will never be anything,
until I started to realize
it doesn’t matter what
everyone else thinks,
I am in control of my own
destination and with faith
I win everything I ever imagined.

To see there’s more to life than
my mind is to understand
it’s meaning and it’s destination
changes for me as long as
I allow it to.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

I can smell your sickness,
I can be your weakness or
your disease.

Wishing you never met me,
lay you down next to me,
the devil stole your desire heart
and possibilities.

Ruins ashes and disease,
remains of tortured hearts,
bleeding all over the floor
falling at your feet.

Statues of passed lovers shattered
scattered upon the stage.

Reminders of who I use to be,
One last gasp, one last beat,
one last breath... That's me,
the devil said to me.

Bring me to life, with a zombie bite,
your cure is the disease.

When everyone is infected
do we all become the cure?

Ruins of lies, amongst maggots and flies is where the devil rains.

Gravedigger, gravedigger, dig me a grave. Make me a stone engraved with my name, but don't give the devil my address please.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
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 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
Upon the surface of the waves
lurks darkness.

Chaos lives within the oceans eyes,
under tow it pulls and tugs on
the devil's leg, biting kicking
scratching, his way is damage strife
and weakness.

He's lurking within the sin of
many a man and women.

The devil doesn't sit unless invited,
Donald Trump got a mirror and sat
in front of it and called himself
the devil's friend.

He's the devil's reflection, and
there has been many more before
him.

The devil told his victims, don't be
frightened I've come to save you.

I asked him, what do I have to fear
but fear itself Satan?
I don't trust someone that brings
rumors of fear but shows no
evidence of something to fear.
The devil knows nothing but lies,
his mouth is always gapping wide
with flies coming out.

There's no silence for the wicked
but he does silence the victim.

Rambling gambling,
ready for the role,
dicy micy he's chopping the block
with his wicked breath.
Now throw the dice!
For the devil is a gambling man,
he likes the chaos of random chance
and a long grift into flooding poverty.

He'll steal your sanity and replace it
with fear and hate. His lies fester
and fume, eating away at life's core
leaving emptiness where love was
born.

Donald Trump is the devil's reflection,
he loves the devil's salad
the foot lettuce is his favorite
with toe jam dressing.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
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
Amanda Shelton Sep 2017
Can you feel the change?
Can you see the ripples
rushing like buckets of rain?

We are a growing raise,
reaching for the stars,
casting ourselves across
the vastness of space.

We are dying to see,
to find life
beyond the oceans
and seas.

We yearn for truth
yet we lie to ourselves.

We are blinded by our want's,
by our need for more.

We are a spoiled raise,
running at a slower pace.

We need to open our eyes
and start to pray,
that Jesus is on his way.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
I never feel lonely,
but I do feel neglected when
someone who says they have
support for me but doesn't give it.

People can be cruel,
selfish, and crude.
I chose happiness with God
over a dishonest fool who
follows the devil's rules.

What happens when your
partner goes silent?
what happens when your
love of your life quites
communicating?

I find it dishonest when someone
says they want to do but doesn't
follow through.

My heart is shattered
because my love decided to
sin over and over again,
even though I have suffered through
pain while he moved like a ninja
doing bad things.

I am exhausted from fighting,
I am exhausted from holding up
his weak structure.

My love, he doesn't trust in God,
he doesn't come to me and
help me hold up the structure
we're supposed to build together.

I am very sad to say,
I had to let him go
I had to take time away,
so I can heal and he.

I am hurting deep inside,
my heart feels bruised and
tired.

I am here praying for his well being.

Hopefully he lets go and
allow God to bless him.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2021
Wounds heal but scars
are left behind.

It’s up to you if you let
the scars define who you are.

I see scars as being tattoo
of our struggles and survival.

I am proud of my scars.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2023
I know a fool,
he's my ex narcissist
who pretended to be
my boyfriend for seven years.

A fool is to be a rambling jester,
jumping around making jokes
for entertainment.

You can't speak with a fool
for they are always playing
the part of the jester.

You are but the fools victim.

They are capable of driving
the smartest people into
madness to steal everything
they worked for and blame
them for the crimes.

A fool is a narcissist in disguise.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
He whom we call Lord
cultivates and hydrates the possibilities we crave.

He is the Gardner of our lives,
always watching and protecting
our future.

He is our cultivator and
friend, he gives us provision
and guidance through this
sinful life we are rooted in.

God gives blessings and peace
to those who welcome him
into their lives. So welcome him
with open arms and mind's.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2016
Ticking of the clock,  
tick tock, tick tock...
the ghostly hour
is approaching,
it is creeping closer
by the minute.

Each blink,
each breath,
each step,
is closer to its depths.  

1 by 1 adds up to 2,
each moment it is creeping
closer to you.  

Misty breath,
ghostly hour approaching
faster by the hour.  

1 by 1 adds up to 2,
the ghostly hour is upon you.

Pounding heart,
beating out of your chest,  
footsteps sounding across the room.

The ghostly hour is upon you.
3am oh no...


Boo!


© By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
Foreboding is the ghost
lingers on forgotten smoke
( and words we forgot to speak).

A life is like a candles flame,
it burns until the candle melts
to the floor, its smoke lingers
for just awhile longer.

A poet reminds us of the ghost
who they were and how they lived.
We are able to capture what lingers
through the night moaning loudly
for attention.

It inspires a book.

**© 2017 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
Amanda Shelton Sep 2023
Inside my mind lives memories
of pain and suffering.

PTSD kidnapped me.
After it caught me
it collected
my blood and tears,
drank my pain
and spit it out,
made me watch
as it danced around
laughing in my face
like some sadistic clown.

It caged my self esteem,
pushed me around
until I fell,
it punched me
when I was down.

It beat me up,
pulled me up by its strings,
it shoved me in a box
flooding it with
my tears and blood
drowning me in its mud.

PTSD is like a ghost
it haunts
my dreams
and reality.

But I have grown
braver and stronger
so trauma
can't beat me anymore.

I built a foundation
that's stable and capable
of protecting me
from the past.

Trauma is a ghost
from my past,
it will always
haunt me.

My scars are visible
but a testament to my
struggles and survival.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
The Grimm Reaper said: "The obituaries is my library but your dictator is my lunch. Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You brought your bombs and hate crimes followed along. You lack intelligence and love, you broke your promises before you made them because you never cared to be a good honest man.

You lack a heart and the brains to follow the strings to emotional relationships with deeper meaning.

You can't even sing or walk up the stairs without leaning and your a creepy humpback lurking in the shadows
reaching for a flag to ****-flag.

There's no doubt which shadow is yours, Mister humpty dumpty hiding between the flag poles. Chunky boi!

Oh Donnie boi the bones are calling and your soul is weeping over your stone but no one is calling to say fair will. You murdered people's faith, and trust with your dishonest jester and behavior, and your musk is a stank no one deserves.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
I hope we survive Trump's second term. He's a disaster.
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
Amanda Shelton Apr 2020
Upon a beating breath a heart
is born.

Feelings and life pushes it
through strife, it learns how
to fear, cry, love and support,
it builds a stronger cage
within your chest.

It locks away loves first kiss,
it breaks upon the fall, it
heals and deals with bruised
memories, its reminded of
its place by the pressures
you embarrassed.

It expresses pain and stress
through the process of life
and osmosis.

It beats faster and faster
with every step you make,
it slows down as you calm
to rest and take a break.

At the end of the process
its stronger and smarter,
but still age helps decay
to take away its beating
breath, it weakens over time
as death comes knocking
on the cage door.

Life was welcomed but death
was not invited, yet it has
a key for death is part of
the process.

As the key slowly turns
all goes quite and peaceful,
death sat down as an
old friend would do,
leaning in to kiss you.

For a moment you are lovers,
life and death dancing together.

Life gracefully bows taking
deaths hand to walk into the clouds.

The End!
Fin!

❤️

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
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
Amanda Shelton Feb 2018
Unseen by many
but I am not blind.

A ghost is of course
nothing but a nick in time,
a wound left behind
by a life birthed
from water and blood.

Its scares can be seen
if only you opened your mind
to the possibility.

I see what most can't
because I can imagine the possibilities.*

*© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2022
I have more dead art pieces
than live.

My inspiration is random
and off the road.

It's how the creative mind works.

We think outside the box
and bring the abstract inside.

Math, and science works the same way.

Someone had to think about it
for the idea to exist.

We creative thinker's,
reached into the vastness of
space and time, brought the stars
and planets to the minds of the
population, creative minds made
the internet possible too.

We artist's bring the possibilities
into people's lives.

I am a painter of word's and brushes.

I was born this way.

I was born with a pen in one hand
and ideas in the other.

Dead art pieces are practice art
pieces, they build a bridge to
greatness and help save the environment.

Recycle your dead art pieces
and be proud to be a creative
thinker.

We are the possibilities.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Sep 2022
Body dysphoria is like
having a monster as a reflection.

My mirror self is distorted
alien and monstrous.

I don’t see myself in reality
instead my mind sees static
confusion and an oddity.

Imagine seeing a bumpy lumpy
mass of hair and fingernails
with deeply wrinkled skin
everytime you look in the mirror.

That’s what I see.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2017
On Midnight Delights

“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”

Nyctophilia
noun
“a love or preference for night, darkness.”

But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.

I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.

Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.

I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.

You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.

Time: 12:00am

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet |  The Moonlight Rose |  The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0
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 Dec 2017
We philosophers find solitude
in the forums.

I march alongside the shadows
of ancient philosophers,
walking in their shoes,
sharing the same passion
of poetry and writing.

Like all the other writer's before me,
I too share the same love for
the forums.

The great Halls of knowledge,
are held within the wall's
of the forums.

The internet reflects that deep
need for entertainment,
and our passion has grown,
through the connection
of servers.

I believe it's in our nature
as writer's to want to share
and teach others what we know,
that's why we created the forum.

The Greeks understood philosophy,
their need for entertainment was great, so great they created some of the largest forums.

It's the circle of life,
our minds have a great want
to connect, we reflect our
passionate feelings through poetry,
art, and technology.

Here they become one.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton May 2018
A dream is a flight of fancy,
a whisper of none reality.

A dream is also a view of possibly.
________________

Upon a marrow,
I learned with such sorrow
that I was nothing without
a pen.

I am a shadow of the poet
I once dreamed of being.

Now my reflection shows
my ****** and struggle
with such clarity,
it’s not hard to relate to me.

I write poetry,
I write struggle,
I write emotions,
I write lyrics and dancing formats,
sharing emotions that are
too heavy to manage
without the lifting of
a pen.

I release my frustrations
through words of whispering dreams
(poetry).

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
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 2016
On a whim,
the idea’s began to swim.

Every word, every line,
I began to write my rhyme.

I became passionate and insain,
as I spit out my ink.

Like a fire breathing Dragon,
my poetic passions
burned from within,
waiting to burst forth
from the poet within.

Every moment I waste,
I now foresee,
a fragile quill an ink pen,
scratching the parchment
with its eagle like claws.

Soon the Dragon within me
will bleed out
from beneath my skin.

I then will write my poetry,
releasing the poetic Dragon
deep within me.*
*
© By Amanda Shelton

Amanda Shelton Jul 2019
My poetic mind starves for creativity,
it yearns for the smell of
fresh ink and paper.

Creativity keeps knocking at
my door, always ready to cast
its lure. Bait is placed
line by line, crumb after crumb.

This poetic tale has many plots
but only one life to share.

I strive for higher willing to climb
the highest mountain to achieve
the poetic sense.

I dear to set your minds a flare
releasing my poets fire
into the chasm between
reality and dreams.

I am a poetic wizard
releasing my magical world
into the vastness of space.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2022
Us poet's collide with the shore,
with our expression and
drawn out breathes.

It's like the birth of a star
but it's too dimly lit at first.

Until the galaxy gets ahold of our word's.

It pulls and tugs on our poetic tongue's forcing explosive expression to burst forth, and here we are.
Amanda Shelton Jan 2024
Rolling undercover,
the clouds filled with thunder,
dreams came raining down.

Upon my boat of ideas I float,
upon the sea of stars
and mysteries I road
the chaotic waves.

The darkness rose to make way
for the light, it burned brighter
by the moment.

The stars danced and sang,
collided with my imagination
as I dove into the mysterious
I grew like a root into the chaos
of my life.

Dreams are more powerful
if you can sculpt them from
reality.

The Power Of Dreams!
Causes growth,
causes change,
causes creativity,
causes knowledge,
causes plotted plans
for our future.

Having dreams for the future
is important for our
development.

If you can imagine it
you can work towards
achieving it.

You might think it's impossible
but impossible is what is
holding you back.

Let go of your oppression,
stand above the clouds of
depression for the sun is
always waiting behind
the clouds.

©️ 2024 Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jan 2020
Upon the wind
travels my words,
it is my responsibility
to be mindful of what
I speak for the universe
hears everything.

Words are powerful,
like the seasons upon
the breeze live the
winds of change.

I carry the news,
it depends on what
I chose to say.

We all do.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton May 2020
Maybe the program isn’t just
on the TV or computer screen
but our minds are the static
between the senses?

Your reality is not what controls
your actions, for you’ve been
given many different roads with
different views and people to meet,
so you are the programmer building
your code that dictates your direction.

God gave us freedom of mind
meaning you decide how it goes
and what you do is up to you
so use it wisely and you will grow.

Design a program that functions
well that grows from the roots
of your dreams.

Don’t expect happiness for that
grows from deep within and your
ability to let go, and you never
had full control, for life was
here before you were born.

You are your own faithful friend,
and others come along the road
of life, embracing their own
tapestry of code.

©️ By Amanda Shelton
The pane a blur, a weeping, grey embrace,
reflects the storm inside, this haunted space.

Each drop a tear, a mirror to the ache,
that claws and whispers, for goodness sake,
just let me be, release this tightening hold,
this ancient sorrow, stories yet untold.

The shadows lengthen, fingers in the gloom,
exploring depths within this aching room.

My body, once a temple, strong and free,
now a cage of pain, where shadows decree
each fleeting movement, each breath I dare to take, a sharpened echo, for suffering's sake.

The wind, a mournful dirge, howls through the night, a symphony of pain, bathed in pale moonlight.

My spirit, tethered, struggles to ascend,
but pain's dark current threatens to descend,
to pull me under, into depths unknown,
where hope lies buried, beneath a heavy stone.

The raven's shadow dances on the wall,
a silent witness to my weary fall.

And yet, a flicker, deep within the grey,
a tiny ember, refusing to obey
the crushing weight of sorrow's heavy hand,
a stubborn spark, within this desolate land.

For even in the darkness, hope remains,
a fragile rose, blooming through the pains.

The storm may rage, the shadows may entwine,
but dawn will break, and with its light, will shine a promise whispered, on the morning breeze, of strength renewed, and a heart at ease.

The rain still falls, but gentler now its sound,
a soothing rhythm on the hallowed ground.

And in the quiet, a whisper takes its flight,
"I will endure, and I will find the light."
The window's frame, no longer holds me tight,
But opens wide, to a future, bathed in light.

Upon the marrow my flame becomes smoke,
sorrow left me for the moons delight. As rain
falls my heart remains bruised but hopeful.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2018
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
Amanda Shelton Apr 2017
"Beauty bloomed once upon a summer's night,
only to wither on the coming of winter's bite."

**© By Amanda D Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2018
Stinking, oozing, blistered,
and bruised are my
feelings and opinions.

You have all of me though
you are too blinded by your
selfishness to see me.

I am rotted away
like a bruised and gutted
pumpkin, my grin slouches
and my light burnt out before
you can use it.

You invited evil spirit's
by blowing out my candle;
No use am I without my light.

I am the rotted and used.

No more fun,
No more smiles to enlighten
your darkness do I portray.

My feelings have gone rotten,
you neglected me until
I turned black,
my body lies at your feet
like a welcome mat.  

The flies have come to eat
my heart, though it's lacking in
nutritional value for you over
prossesed my love for you.

You gutted my heart
causing an emptiness to grow,
all while your laugh grew like
an open sore.

You bit me hard,
I broke my back for you.

I left my life behind
when I chose to share
my life with you.

I am trying to regain
what you stole from me
year's ago. Slowly it's becoming
what it was before.

Time is rotten, decay, and wasted
upon the memory of pain.

This love will be the death
of me or a new beginning,
I don't know yet.

We'll see.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
I am having problems today and this poem reflects how I feel about it. Relationships are hard work people. If I knew it would be this hard I would have stayed away from guys and learned how to love myself and allow God to bless me. I know this will pass. It always does. I am just having a hard time right now.
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