I’m in a bit of a situation
There seem to be weeds blooming all across my face
The weeds are red
They are blooming all aross my cheeks
All across my forehead and chin
and even some buds on my nose
I don’t like the weeds
And neither does anyone else
I’ve tried everything to get them go away
but nothing works, and they’ll always stay
these weeds make me sad
oh so sad
and now my tears just water these weeds
I refuse to show the world these hideous red weeds
i have been taught to hate the unwanted
and to strive for perfection
but perfection is something i’ve never known
so for the moment i cannot make these red weeds disappear
and from now on i’ll stop quenching their thurst with my tears
for now all i can do is love them
love these red weeds that cover my face
and hope that one day i’ll find someone who can love them too.

When I think of you I hear a baseball game.
Thousands screaming around us as the 2nd baseman gets the second out at the bottom of the 5th
Thousands of voice waves fill the stadium
For once my ADHD clogged mind is able to focus on one single thing
You.

When the thought of you crosses my mind
I remember car rides
Aimlessly driving
Like time, the car flys
Blurry lights
Red light
We blow through it
Your arm like a switch blade
Cuts aross my chest
Time slows and you say
"Sorry it's me being protective
I guess a force of habit."

When your name slides into my brain through one of the holes in my face
I am graced with the memory of silence
Silence at 4:03am in the morning
I learn you're a silent crier

If I ever glance at the clock at 5:13 in the morning
My photographic memory will play for me
That time of us laying under the trees
Watching the night fade
Then attempting to figure out
How to get me inside without waking up my parents

When you dwell in my head I remember a few lessons
You taught me patience
Patience is good for the young naive soul

6 months of silence and suddenly the memory is no longer sweet
I think of you less
I receive a letter every few weeks
You sign your name with a heart
PS a promise that you'll be coming home soon
6 months ago I promised I'd wait for you

Lover I am lonely
I crave your arms and only your arms to hold me
But it's been 26 weeks without you and my patience is growing ever so weak

pull my finger girl

pull my finger.

hey girl, pull my finger.

Hey girl, you like farts?

pull my finger.

I am the small woman sitting aross from you in the red dress.

Come here are pull my finger.

I see you there, sitting across me.

Are I's meat.

Stop praying to Jesus, what is this a church?


Oh wait it is.

I'm not here to pick up chicks, I'm only here cause I got invited.

Come here, I will **** for you.

snow fell
on my city

and the grey clouds streched aross the sky's

i sit inside
drinking the tea of memories
oh how they taste good



i'll walk out later
with my friend
around the city we will go
on the snow we will walk

on the train we will ride

will i see familliar faces walking around?

who knows
i bet the snow as hidden everyone from me

i'll sit inside as i watch the snow
and my mind will melt

will the storie go on
or will end it a dramatic pause?
and never to resume again...

i hope the snow doesn't freeze
our storie

footprints will be left in the snow
just mine will be there i suposse

i'll wait for spring
when eveything will bloom
bloom
bloom

O Darling,
let me travel,
ride high,
caravan
aross your succulent-skin
painted-beautiful,
wander  in the spirit
of your eternal soul.

So bright & vivid,
some of it plain India,
I am as a camel on the dunes
of an endless desert,
thirsty to be part of you,
lost in the pictures
of your eternal soul.

two summers, one winter this year
we can forget about autumn for now
that's just the sunset into the darkness
two summers and one winter

two countries as of yet
on opposite sides of the hemisphere
two different night skies under one moon
two countries aross one big water

two languages are spoken
two worlds possessed
at the slight of a tongue
two worlds of words and rhyme

two lives from this point
i learnt how to be a person
and now i can't remain
two separate lives and two separate beings

two days have passed
since i returned to this life
of night time walks
and restlessness
two days of darkness

two more months to go
until i can fly from this caged nest once more
see all that i want to, a million different sunsets
two more months under these grey skies

Now its time to run.. Seems that most of my balance does not come from my open feet but rather more from my tail.. In fact my tail is what slings me from left to right.. Walking is very natural to me.. Almost like a song you have to just keep up with the beat..

I did not forget that my dragon legs are very very strong.. I can only imagine how fast I can run.. Ok here goes! I pull myself forward with my front legs first! Boom! Im in the air already but I quickly open my feet and land back on them.. My tail becomes a straight line as it points back as I blur through the air. Like the song of walk there is also a song of run.. A different kind of fast paced beat is what I need to run too.. I am reminded of a lizard back at home as I am now running much like it.. It amazing! The speed! I run by this black water river and decide to jump to the otherside.. BOOM! I MADE IT!

I continue to run alongside this river and try something new.. I swing my tail over and jump and quickly change direction! The agility this dragon body has is astounding! I do it again and then again and leap back over the river! I then zig zag jump aross this river and take off at a speed I have never felt.. I see myself in the water again.. My scales are a dark gray color..

Upon the ruins bones lie
thorns overgrown as ghosts
cry.

The remains of my heart scattered
aross the land, here is where
sorrow lives deep within my
depressed mind.

The rivers are made from
flowing tears, life is fed by fear,
and the shadows of my former
selves linger here.

The ghosts loudly pound on the post,
the bed shivers and my body quivers,
hairs stand up on the back of my neck,
as a reminder the ghosts never left.

A quorum of the past gathers,
memories of what once was
crushing my future with its pressure.

I don't fit this mold they provided me,
now I am tightly squeezed and
under pressure.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton