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Amanda Shelton Mar 2020
You are like the sun shining
through the clouds,
you blew me a kiss with
your beaming smile.

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

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

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

You inspire me to do better
for God and family.

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

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

You are my sunrise.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2019
You are a thorn in my side,
a bruise that never heals,
you are a knife stabbing
me in the back after you
already attached.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will forever be a puppet
to you, you pull on my strings
like a **** pulling the trigger.
Bang!!!
Amanda Shelton Jan 2022
The possibility lives within yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now your love belongs to the flies.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2017
Beyond the clouds
my heart rests peacefully,
within the banks
of your blue eyes.

Of mountains cascading
with snow and ice,
my favorite one is
your blue eyes.

Your love taught me how to fly,
my heart rests peacefully
where your blueness soaks
up my rays, seated firmly upon
my sky’s, I love your blue eyes.

**© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2018
Hearts shatter so easily,
the pieces are sharp and crude.

The fragile pieces keep
cutting into my life,
making new wounds each time.

You take your knife
pushing it deeply
into my already broken life,
you ***** it deeper
until there’s nothing left
for me to bleed out.

You collect my suffering
in your ***** jar’s,
savoring my last heart beat
as if waiting for another
so you can take one more slice
just incase it didn’t fell
the jars to there brem.

You have become a grim reminder,
I shouldn’t trust you
as my friend or lover.

Sadly I have been through hell
many times before,
and I have grown stronger.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton
Beat, beat, beat,
boom, boom, boom,
to the beat, brains.

Drum roll please!
1
2
3
Brains,
in chains,
heart beats under ruins of loves
damage. Brains!

Zombie heart seeks?
Brains! From past love affairs.

Not revenge, just brains!

Zombie heart, beats undercover,
seeks! Brains!

Ruins, zombie heart a corpse
from a broken heart.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
I went to zombies in this one. Zombies reminds me of the damage my ex caused me because the pain keeps rising from its grave to haunt me like the living dead. Zombie Heart is a perfect name for this rised from the dead poem. Brains! You're welcome.

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