Sep 2019
The wall stands tall,
covered in roses choking
its mortar and stabbing
enemies before they reach
the boarder. Though
I don’t have many.
My domain is lit by
candlelight and my
windows are open
only at night.
Though I dream of
the sunlight warming
my face, I will never
be able to enjoy it’s
beautiful sun kissed grin
or its kissing beams
of a blushing beauty.
I am like the rarest gem,
you might never meet
one as rare as me, for
my personality is 00.2%
of society.
My intelligence is above
the average score for a genius,
200 and beyond. Who knows
it might have grown.
I can’t brag about it
because it’s not all
fun and games when
your awareness breaks
the stage.
I am always in a ponder,
wondering in the wilderness
of my brain.
Hello Alice, said the
rabbit as I fall down
the whole, insanity
follows me like a shadow
hopping behind every
step I make.
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
covered in roses choking
its mortar and stabbing
enemies before they reach
the boarder. Though
I don’t have many.
My domain is lit by
candlelight and my
windows are open
only at night.
Though I dream of
the sunlight warming
my face, I will never
be able to enjoy it’s
beautiful sun kissed grin
or its kissing beams
of a blushing beauty.
I am like the rarest gem,
you might never meet
one as rare as me, for
my personality is 00.2%
of society.
My intelligence is above
the average score for a genius,
200 and beyond. Who knows
it might have grown.
I can’t brag about it
because it’s not all
fun and games when
your awareness breaks
the stage.
I am always in a ponder,
wondering in the wilderness
of my brain.
Hello Alice, said the
rabbit as I fall down
the whole, insanity
follows me like a shadow
hopping behind every
step I make.
© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I wrote this poem about my personal struggles with having a high level of intelligence. It's not always easy, it causes stress and anxiety. I have been aware of how things function since I was a very young child. I use to be afraid of everything. Until I started facing life head on without allowing fear to stop me. I would go to the mall and wait for the crowd to come in. I would get inside and walk through it. I also sat at the entrance and drew people and anything else I could find. Slowly my anxiety faded and I began craving the time I made. My anxiety was replaced by interest and society. I want to understand how others think and do what they do. My passion for writing and drawing grew from the seeds I planted at that mall.
