Poetry
to me
is taking
my pain
and making
it sing.

to differentiate
from Newton
he entered Orange
orchard..

Sometimes I feel like I just have to go away.
Only love songs on the radio.
Every verse, every bar, every beat
represents another teardrop to me.

But just when I'm about to give up hope
I open up a little message that you wrote.
Only you know how to melt my heart.
Only you can lift me up.

- -

Here come the tears again.
They're tears of joy my friend.
You keep me holding on.
Your kindness keeps me strong.

- -

Sometimes I feel like I just have to hide away.
Lock the doors and keep my pain inside.
Can't face the world, can't make myself take part.
So much to do, but I don't know where to start.

But as I close my eyes I see your precious smile
and I allow myself to dream, just for a while.
Only you can make me feel like this.
Only you can be the one.

- -

Here come the tears again.
Once more they're tears of pain.
You complete my world.
(But you don't want me girl)

Sorrow bent her head,
cried tears that drowned
your fears.

Your dreams turned into
porcelain, slowly fell apart,
gave you a broken heart.

Your vision has been blinded
by the deeds of others
who see their needs
are more important.

You think why keep fighting?
When you should be thinking,
how can I keep fighting?

We dig a hole to plant
ourselves in solid soil,
only to find out the serounding
trees already stole the nutrients
from the soil.

Now we have to rebuild,
put the nutrients back,
see we can grow and develop
stronger roots.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I look outside right now.
There's no snow falling.
Everybody's leaving town.
They tell me "Home's calling."

So i guess I'll do the same.
It won't take too long.
Start the car, I'm on my way.
But something feels so wrong.

They all tell me it's the best time of the year,
but nowhere feels like home without you here.



I sit and watch them all
unwrap their gifts and trinkets.
As I watch the paper fall,
I can't help but think that

I could be somewhere else,
somewhere I want to be,
with the sound of choirs and bells
and you laughing with me.

"Come on now, smile!" they say. "Get with the Christmas cheer.".
But it doesn't feel like home without you here.



I try to please them, hiding
behind my fake smile.
But each time I let my mind
wander for a while,

it runs straight back to you.
The only thing I want
is to wake up next to you
and hold you in my arms,

and so I raise my hand to wipe away a tear.
It doesn't feel like home without you here.


Nowhere feels like home without you here.