You're Beautiful like Marilyn monroe.
It's a beauty easy to see but hard to show.
When you ask why I love you so,
I say "you're Beautiful like Marilyn monroe."
Then you say"Yes I know, you told me so before.
But honestly *** there must be more."
Between my fingers I place your hair and say
"I love the way your hair looks like the sun, even in the rain"
Then I slowly lift you head and that is when you said
"I love you to, I really do."
I touch my head to yours.
"Oh if only I could open doors that are inside your head, I wonder what you're thinking and what you havn't said."
You giggle quitly and then I place my arm around you.
" I love you whether or not you look like Marilyn monroe."
You smile then you say
"What Hapens when I am old and grey?"
Then squeze your arm and say
"When you are grey and old, I will be too.
Nothing makes me happier then to spend the rest of my life with you."

I watch intently as the flower petals
Unfold under my amazed gaze
Streching as if they were waking up
From a deep long slumber
Blooming in fast forward before me
And then they withered
Lost their life energy
And quitly died

tonight, like every other night,
is filled with heartbreak,
of every variety.
the couple outside the bar is yelling and screaming over the music.
the love bugs, that have been together for months, are finally separating.
my heart has heard the note of an opera singer and has shattered that the way glass would.
the ocean currents have torn the school of fish apart.
another star has died and the moon sits quitly in a frown of a glow.
everything, that didn't break yesterday and that is supposed to break tomorrow, has broken tonight.

(a.b)

Would you believe me if i said it was over, would you ask me why, plead with me to explain, even reconcider. Would you turn away or chase after me, quitly except or openly protest, demand a reason for this seemingly sudden change of heart.
      It scares me that I barely remember my life before, my past has ceased to be memories of my life and become a montage of our time.

Her aging hands are folded, as she sits there in her chair.
Another day has came and gone, and no one seems to care.
The years passed by oh so slowly, Her heart is filled with pain.
Oh, what she would give to go home and see them once again.

Her name has been forgotten, the months have turned to years.
Inside she'd died a thousand times just waiting for someone.
Someone is there to see her, she quitly waits inside,
He gently beckons to her, His arms are opened wide.

She wanted to see Him, she called to Him each night.
The emptyness has disappeared, for now He holds her tight.
The nursing home is silent, no ailing voices call.
No med carts, pills or nurses, no wheelchairs in the hall.

Her aging hands are folded, the Grace of God she's known.
With eyes closed in restful sleep, He's came to take her home.

Tis 2:00am as fog rolled in,
the tree’s sighed and the soft
snow fell quitly outside.

The coffins bare,
the earth chilled and frozen;
this is where he lays,
deep in 9 feet of dirt felled air.

Soulless without a care,
a fool to bring suffering
to the poor humans,
who never noticed he was there.

A shadow of his former self,
he resembles nothing of himself.

Lurkering amongst the beastly
shadows, where monsters belong
to blood and bone,
the foolish break,
this fool follows his natural bent.

Intentions are of course seaking
his thirst, with an open mouth
full of gagged teeth.

He claws for insurance,
an immortals bank never drys,
forever is a long time.

So gather your affairs,
before the dawn bares witness
to your foolish pride.

The vampire is here,
come for a ride?
(it’s just you and I, I swear)
he smiles wide.

Merry Christmas my beastly friends.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

If truly it's known,
By all hearts like tone,
Our love shall be immortan
we shall be free of slave dark groan,
And pious to the hell of love gew-gew.
Drive me whereever you want to settle,
And heal the incurable disease you've done,
To sell the chain-of-rock to our bones,
And leave the pain in our flesh,and around the cruel fireof hell.
In ****,utter a deep rumbling in a distress;
We preffer to be left alone in peace,
But?love had come to soar our peace.
Where's our destiny?sourrounded in evil aure,
we seldon see throug the mist;
The scene on a tall summer that so pale,
Across the blue sky,the white cloud float shoals,
Or?disapper and quitly sail,the wast time;
Swell and fell into dream's haze,
Where eyes look long like a lover's gaze
What time in mists shall we tast?
Calmto the battlement of enternity of love;
Unknown!
Till the sun be set;they are all gone.
Maight the timid heart ,quiet dispassionate moon?
When the agony of nightmare caurse begin,
Or,a devil that rides human soul?
Shall wondered around our souls?
AH!It's too late to goven the kid of love's soul,
For the day evil-light shouted daze,
By hopes and fear,cried our souls,
Like the shadow's flames which the sun throw,
Even,more like the shadows of lives than life's blow.
In move,yet with something beauty very rare,
Traced,do they live on slop,
Pearhaps,be of noblest hopes,
The trace of intention that maight have been fair,
For purpose,each man's action must be hidden from scorn,
Hope like nature,oaktree man's saddest,
We loom in the world without watching time,
A wast so far,dark night is near,
To flash us back to the hell,where no wind breathes or ripple stires
We wish we were given a chance to restore the unwanted past!