My New Drawing (Of My Left Hand)

I drew this a few days ago. I am proud of it. I have been working on progressing my skills. I think I am getting pretty good at drawing realistically. I can be OCD when it comes to my drawing skills. I end up over doing it. This time I didn’t over do it. I kept it simple and clean. I made an effort to not judge myself from past experience. You can tell the difference because there’s not a lot of grungy textures on this drawing. 😊

You can find more of my work here @FroggyAryDesigns on DeviantArt. I go by Mandy, Amanda, or Froggy. It’s rabbiting! To find visitors on my page because I get more exposure the more visitors I receive. Boop!


Murky Waters

How does one see past the murky

I am gasping for air
as you watch me struggle,
I can sense you are there
seated upon the shore.

You push me under before I have
time to grab another mouth
full of air.

As I come up again
you are relentless you
make it harder for me to
climb ashore.

My heart is laying beneath
your feet, you have left
it bruised and beat.

I will never win against your
sin, you are blinded by your
mind’s broken eyes.

You accused me of nonsense
with no fairness, you don’t
give me a chance.

You judge me,
you damaged me,
you push me until
I lose everything I hold dear.

You don’t care,
you don’t see the love
I have only for you,
I haven’t left you,
I haven’t hurt you,
you still don’t care.

There is nothing I can say or do
to open your eyes, that’s up to you.

I will be here setting in my tear’s,
remembering the good times we had.

Like a dream our love faded away
upon your lack of measure it slipped
from my lips.

All you did was watch me scream,
I LOVE YOU! While I died underneath
your blind eyes.


How does one see past the murky waters? I hope this is but a dream.

© 2081 By Amanda D Shelton


Heavy lungs,
lifting, shaking, quivering
with every inhale I take.

My lungs are tight,
painful and weak but still
I try to breathe.

It’s like breathing through
a very small straw
that closes ones it opens for
an intake of full air,
I am half way there.

This is not fair,
it’s worse than breathing smoggy air.
If you have asthma
you know what I mean.

I am breaking like a deep diver gasping for air.

I am breathing like a fish out of water;
I am gasping, gulping for air.

Who knew breathing would be such
a labor of love and care?

Asthma steals my breath
everytime I take an inhale and exhale
of precious life giving air.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The Gardner Of Man

He whom we call Lord
cultivates and hydrates
the possibilities we crave.

He is the Gardner of our lives,
always watching and protecting
our future.

He is our cultivator and
friend, he gives us provision
and guidance through this
sinful life we are rooted in.

God gives blessings and peace
to those who welcome him
into their lives. So welcome him
with open arms and mind’s.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Growing In The Beams Of Light

In between the beams of light
grow the roses. With reaching
limbs like arms stretching
too the sky, and roots
dig deeply seaking hydration
and nutrients in the earth.

We are like the roses,
we grow in between the beams
of God’s light, we search the earth
for hydration and nutrients.

We are child like under
God’s grace and mercy.

Such divine intervention as
is the light God shines
through the smoke and
smog we produce and design.
Sometimes we are blinded
by our smoke and smog,
until we have time to
open our eyes.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

The Faithless Are Lonely

I never feel lonely,
but I do feel neglected when
someone who says they have
support for me but doesn’t give it.

People can be cruel,
selfish, and crude.
I chose happiness with God
over a dishonest fool who
follows the devil’s rules.

What happens when your
partner goes silent?
what happens when your
love of your life quites

I find it dishonest when someone
says they want to do but doesn’t
follow through.

My heart is shattered
because my love decided to
sin over and over again,
even though I have suffered through
pain while he moved like a ninja
doing bad things.

I am exhausted from fighting,
I am exhausted from holding up
his weak structure.

My love, he doesn’t trust in God,
he doesn’t come to me and
help me hold up the structure
we’re supposed to build together.

I am very sad to say,
I had to let him go
I had to take time away,
so I can heal and he.

I am hurting deep inside,
my heart feels bruised and

I am here praying for his well being.

Hopefully he lets go and
allow God to bless him.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Without Power

It’s quite and calm
when the lights go out.

Burning candles in the
night for the electricity
shut down in the
middle of the night.

We don’t realize how much
we depend on modern
technology until it collapsed
unto society causing silence
through out the land.

Some will cry for help,
others will be helping,
the few will survive on leftover
fuel supplies.

No internet,
No lightbulbs burning in their
sockets, no refrigerator to keep
food from spoiling.

What would happen if the world
was to plunge into darkness?
We burned all of our reserve’s
we used every ounce of oil?
We burned the last candle?

Science says everything runs out of
gas eventually, just as we age our
bodies decay so does the earth.

Without power we’d have to start from scratch, preserve what is left
before we have nothing.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Dreamy Lover

Love aww, what beauty
blossoms upon it’s roots,
fragile but still blooms.

Such thing as love,
a passion like no other.

A phantom in the night
stealing kisses from
your dreams,

A soft touch
a shiver of passion
shimmy down your spine.
A reminder of our last
randavu, a dreamy lover
you are mine.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Like Love

The rose is like love,
it can prick you
but it can also blossom.


Love is like a rose
it’s rooted strongly
but it’s very fragile.

We grow upon the
foundation of love,
it keeps us grounded
and firmly attached to
our roots.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Thy Rose

Where is thy rose?

I do not see it in my hand
but I see blood pouring from
my vision for thy thorns
have pricked me.

Where is thy rose?

I do not see it in my hand
but there is a sent that
lingers so sweetly
for thy perfume
I smell so strongly.

Where is thy rose?

I see it now in my garden
with bloody thorns
and a perfume so sweet.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

This is a repost of one of my favorite poems I wrote. I created an image just for this poem. I drew the rose for the poem. It was stolen awhile back but I have the original so if I wanted to get it back I could but I don’t really care. I can redraw it or draw another.

Be Like The Sun

Be grateful for another day.
Once the sun sets
you have time to rest.

Once it rise’s
life begins a new step.

Be bold and brave
for life is too short to
always be afraid.

Live like the sun,
you begin a new
every time you rise
from a fall.

God never forgets nor neglects,
he knows when it’s the right time
to lift you up or set you down.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Being Highly Intelligent Is Knowing You Are A Fool

I do not forget,
I forgive.

I use to seek my own space,
I didn’t feel comfortable
sharing my privacy,
but I grew up,
I grew out of my old jeans,
I leaned how others think,
I always am thinking
I am always pondering
deeply but try not to over think things.

I have learned how to love myself,
I can’t help someone else if
I don’t help myself first.
That was the hardest thing
for me to expect because
I am a nice person and I felt

Higher intelligence doesn’t mean happier,
or I have more opportunities,
sometimes it can be depressing
boring and confusing, I find it
hard to relate to others because
it’s rare to have a higher IQ.
I just use my manners.

Ignorance is bliss, yes it is.
I grew up in fear of life
slowly dying because I knew
it was.

I am not ashamed to say
my intelligence is higher than
average but I will not boast
about it, there is nothing special
about understanding how the world
turns it can invoke
fear, anxiety, and pain.

I understand that
I make mistakes
that I am a fool and
I can do better
if I work for it.

I am prone to stay up late
thinking about everything
I want to finish. That’s why
I don’t like to leave my
projects unfinished.

I am intelligent enough to know
I am a fool living in
a fools society.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Perfumed Memories

Like a vine on the wall
I lingered far too long.

Aw a simple rose.

Can you smell the perfume?
It’s from slow decay
as the roses wither away.

Bloom, grow, wither
the life of a flower
so simple, so lovely.

A poet knows them well,
They inspired many with
their perfumed memories,
they linger on through poety.

The rose always in thought,
always quiet but never
silent, for you are reminded
by their perfume.

The roses inspired my
spark, it lit my wick
as I burn my reserve.
I have a long lasting
desire to write poetry.

The roses, I ponder
in rows of formatted
prose they love to grow
on my poetic tongue.
I cultivate them with
my desire to plant
my poetic seeds.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I Posted My First Scheduled Post

Good Gothic Morning, my beautiful Bat Brats.

I am excited to announce I posted my very first scheduled post. I am not one to adventure away from my normal does and doesn’t so this is a big step for me. I am an autistic so it takes a lot of anxiety and effort for me to do something different and new. The post is You Came. I wanted to test the feature out for awhile now. I just didn’t feel comfortable doing it. I forced myself to do it last night before going to bed. I don’t mind scheduling post’s now. If I don’t feel like posting a poem right away I will schedule it for later.

“Be bold and brave, for life is too short to always be afraid.”

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

You Came

I flew too close to what I loved,
when I should have expressed my feelings instead.

But it’s human nature to blush
before you decide to set.

It’s like getting a peck
when you want a kiss.
You crush on them before
you make a move.

Sometimes love can seem cumbersome,
otherwise it’s pleasant.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Seasons Of My Life

How can I become an autumn when my grief has yet to shed its leafs?

I suffer through the heated
summer of my pain, eager for winter
to break the fever.

Oh life, how I strive to please you,
sadly you are not too pleased
with my lack of measure.

I am stuck in between
pain and stress, being squeezed
slowly by its movement.

Don’t feel sorry for me,
instead enjoy what you have.

If anything you should
be motivated to do your best.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

My Love

Whispers of yesterday linger
on my mind, your presence is
like a lingering perfume.

Upon my lips you always stay,
your taste never fades.

Upon my heart you hold a tight grip,
for you are like a thorny rose
to my heart’s contentment.
It grows.

Oh how like the moon you are,
You make my heart swoon
as you sway my way.

Lovers we are,
companions in this suffering
life we live.

We grow like weeds,
two lovers entangled together
on the vine.

Oh so divine,
are such things as love.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Traveling In My Mind

I am far away from where I stand,
I am traveling to far away lands.

I don’t need to pack my bags
or worry about running out
of gas, I don’t need to worry about
anything for I am traveling by

My headspace is full of ideas
and poetic views waiting to
release it’s adventures unto you.

I am saving a seat just for you.

This is my poetic adventure,
traveling in my mind to bring you
to my rivers and canals,
I bring mountains of ideas,
pushing formats off the edge of
the pages that you read.

Welcome to my Gothic Realms,
where dark visions of the night
become poetic perfume lingering
in your mind.

Thank you for stopping by to
smell my roses.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

My Poetic Gift

I am fleeting when I think of you,
I know when you are here
everything straightens into
a formatted line.

You came into my life
when I didn’t expect it,
you hit me with your words
and formats like an emotional brick.

I tried giving you up,
releasing you from my mind
but you came back everytime.

You can seem cumbersome at times
but you grew on me
you became comfortable to me.

You taught me how to communicate
and how to express myself,
you taught me honesty and form.

You are poetry and a gift
from the heavenly Father.
I am thankful you were
given to me.

I started writing poetry at the age of seven. It hit me after I heard the church singing. My first poem was Mother Nature. I rewrote the poem once but this is the original.

Mother Nature

Mother Nature sighs as she opens her eyes behind the blue skies, she slowly opens her hands to reveal the moon. All while she keeps the planets in tune.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I am a woman and poet of the digital age 2018

We birth nation’s between our thighs,
I grew confidence in my experience,
I am proud and brave,
I fight with poetry as my sword,
I am a woman and poet.

You fell in love with my poetic format,
I make your heart beat
quicken and shake
as words flow from my lips.

I am a woman and poet,
My digital quill quivers and
stains these pages we create.

I am a woman and poet
of the digital age 2018.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Love Forever, You

You are my inspiration and aspiration.

You are the breath
that breathes life
into my poetry.

You linger on my lips,
like a catchy tune
you drive me crazy, Baby.

Oh, how much I love you.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Love Song

I love you like a love song, baby.

You speak to me in tunes
of passion.

You take my breath away
with your beating heart
entwined with mine.

Love jerked on our strings
pulling us together as our
love song plays.

I love you like a love song, baby;
The universe forever playing our song.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Thank you (Shout Out To My Bat Brats)

Hello my beautiful Bat Brats,

I love you. I wanted to thank you for your time. I am surprised about how my blog has grown. There is very little posts that do not have likes. I have over 400 followers including Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr. I never imagined that I would become this popular. I really didn’t seek popularity. I am not as popular as some but I am surprised I got this far. You make it more interesting and inspiring. You help me to want to improve and keep blogging. I have met awesome blogger’s along the way too. WordPress is an awesome platform. Without you my blog would be very lovely. I am very grateful. I wanted you all to know how much I appreciate your time.

“Be brave because life is too short to always be afraid.” © 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

To Beauty, I Write This

You stole my time, self-esteem,
and views.

You took something so naive and blind, you molded it with your photoshopped
coverage, blending models
into walking stick figures,
telling girls you can’t be
beautiful if you can’t fit the design.

To Beauty, I am ashamed of you,
you lied, you abused my time,
you wasted your designs
on a woman who is too real
to fit your stitched together designs.

I am 5’9″ 225 pounds beautiful,
with my wide hips I can sink
battle ships, I walk proudly.
For all should walk proud.

You are the perfect design,
you are beautiful on the outside
and in. We all shine.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Slam Bam Thank You Mam! (Poem About My Pain)

I am burning, slowly every nerve began to fire they haven’t stopped since.

Silent needles prick my skin,
leaving painful memories that
linger in my dreams.

Ashes of the five years of freedom
slowly become a distant memory.

I fought bravely,
honestly and strong
but life always wins.
Good grief, here I am again.

Burning pain, throbbing head,
skin tingling, spine shivers with
lighting pain down my legs
shooting to the floor.

Cellular nerve damage shook
my world.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Brave Love

Loneliness isn’t about
the company you have.

Loneliness is about the fullness
of your heart, it’s about the
company you have within the
chamber of your beating heart.

To know how to love
you have to know loneliness.

To love, is selfless,
it can hurt,
it is to know suffering
and loss.

Love is the most powerful
emotion we experience.
It’s creative, witty,
and strong.

Love, it’s like a wave
hitting the shore
causing change,
it builds lives and homes.

Society is built off the
foundation of love,
without it we would not

God is love,
he is creator
and power that fuel’s
our lives.

Be brave and don’t forget
to fall in love.

Don’t be afraid of getting hurt,
you heal over time and
you can’t find the right one
if you don’t look.
That’s what dating is for.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Remembering Yesterday

Whispers of yesterday linger
in my thoughts, leaving it’s after taste in my mind.

We spent time together,
just talking about
everything and anything.

These moments are what I
cherish the most.

Reminds me of why it’s worth
fighting for.

Love is not a fairly tail,
love can be painful,
love can be kind,
love is ever changing but never declines,
love brings us together
also keeps us strong and

Love teaches us how to look past
flaws and too see beauty in the darkest places.

You are my spark in the deepest
depths of night, you bring me
inspiration and meaning to my life.

Love, it’s a wild ride
and I have been waiting in line.

I will always remember yesterday.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Imagine That

“Imagination brings possibilities
and meaning.” Amanda D Shelton

Ghostly Whispers Of Gothic Poetry

My dusty mind is filled
with old memories,
lost amongst poems
I dribbled onto the window sill
one morning.

I got lost in the shuffle of time,
thoughts brought me ink drippings
from the night before
though I already ate the leftovers
and smeared my poems all over
the walls.

You may join me for
a Gothic meel,
just don’t forget to bring
your open minds so I don’t
have to knock or ring the bell.
Welcome to my gloomy day,
where black is happy,
blue is true, and the roses
withered at your feet
though they smell lovely.

(slowly the poems crumbled
in my mouth) the ofter taste
was lovely, a bit of gloom was
left hanging from my lips.

Such taboos I display,
should I speak in ghostly whispers,
so the spirit’s can hear me too?

I am not finished with you yet.

Come back soon and I will write you
another Gothic poem.

For I am The Weathered Poet.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Painter Of Words (Poet, They Call Me)

I am a Poet,
I have the ability to
paint images with words
and formats.

I curl your mind onto a window sill,
with my wordy tongue I bring
you stories and rhythm
as I play my poetic drums;
I help you to relate to
my words and actions
through word play
and dancing format (poetry).

You are important to me,
you are my fans
and my inspiration for

I drum, drum, drum as
I strum, strum, strum
my poetic tongue,
pulling at your mind
as I play my rhythm
a string of rhymes
playing with my poetic chimes.

I am a Poet.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I Created A New Blog For My Fur Babies (Chronicles Of Boo / Adventures Of Boo)

Hello my beautiful Bat Brats,

I am excited to announce the grand opening of Chronicles Of Boo / Adventures Of Boo. I will be posting updates about my two fur babies. Once the blog reach’s 100 followers I will make an Instagram account for the two fur babies. You can read more by visiting the site.

My boyfriend and I care for two cat’s named Sassy. My boyfriend took in our neighbors cat after she had to move out. I adopted my Boo a year before I moved into my apartment in 2010. We’ve been living here ever since. It’s kinda funny that both Boo’s are named Sassy. My Boo goes by Sassy Pooh, and she knows the difference. I am a proud Mommy of the Boo’s. I call my cat Boo! because she likes to play hide and seek. She will hide and wait until you find her but you have to say Boo! or she won’t jump out of hiding. She doesn’t always hide very well, you can see her butt wiggling or her ears popping up. You wouldn’t think cat’s are good at hunting after seeing them hide but in the wild they are very good hunters. House cat’s don’t hunt outside, my Boo has never had to be without anything. She’s spoiled so she doesn’t go outside. I keep her busy with toys and entertainment. She loves being cuddled. I have nothing else to do so I can give her the attention. The other Sassy made friends with me the second day I moved into my apartment. She greeted me outside at the gate. I recognize her as the neighbors cats. I thought I should return her. I tried but the neighbor said she was okay she goes outside sometimes. She always returns. I made friends with my neighbor that day. Her cat would visit me while I would be drinking coffee on the bench in the front of the apartment complex. That was the beginning of our journey.

My boyfriend and I are gathering new pictures of the Boo’s so new updates are coming soon. My boyfriend is the photographer and I am the artist and writer. Come visit Chronicles Of Boo / Adventures Of Boo. The fur babies are waiting. 🐾🐱😺😻😸🐱🐈♥️😎😊

Trumpets Are Blowing

I am very concerned about how
our President’s ignorance is effecting

He’s allowing death too consume us,
making choices that kill people,
showing how much he hates anyone who doesn’t agree to his views.

It’s sad to watch America
once was great now is being
beaten up torn apart,
pushed over the edge.

Donald Trump seems to have an IQ of a two year old child.
He doesn’t believe in climate change, even though it is burning down
our homes, blowing winds
strong enough to tear down buildings, we are running out of resources quicker than before because we need more to mass produce.

People who don’t believe in climate change need to look closer at how everything has changed.

Our planet is rapidly changing,
the heat wave is lasting longer,
the weather is chaotic,
the earth is crying out as we
sit and watch.

Not too long from now our planet
is going to start causing us to have to adapt to it’s new climate.
We have no choice because our president has taken away our freedom of choice.

Donald Trump is a dictator,
he’s going down in history
as Hitler did.

Our government has become a chaotic mess, before Trump blew his horn the government seemed peaceful and happy. Now we see how each party has no rights, they are acting like teenager’s picking fights
with a bully who doesn’t care about anyone else but himself.

You don’t see his family
like others before him,
instead you see him standing alone
awkward and stiff.

America is falling,
all because you voted for the
devil’s advocate.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


I am falling into you,
like the waves crashing on the shore,
our collision shakes and breaks
the tides between us.

No distance is too far away,
for I carrie you inside
my heart.

Winds blowing to distant lands
guide me to where you are.

You can seem like a dream,
you shimmer and spark,
you take my breath away
with the soft touch of your lips
and your fingertips.

Forget me nots
remind me of your treasures
that await us upon
the shore’s of my dreams.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

A Dishonest Fool Knows They Are A Fool

To lie, you have to tell a story
which takes planning.
A theft knows they are a theft,
they plan their next move

You are like a ninja,
you move quiet and quick,
you burn to the bottom of
the wick but leave only smoke,
though you forgot about
the melted wax,
that gives you away.

I have been used,
I have been pushed aside
so you can abuse my weakness.

A theft you are,
I know your lies
you can’t hide from my
intuition, I can see through
your masks.

Many you have, one for every
move you make, every dance
you shake, every time you think,
I can see your future plans.

A theft never has empty hands,
such things don’t please
a theft.

You can’t trust someone who
finds love in taking things.

I am ashamed of you,
my friend.

My friend is a theft.

I know he cares for me,
but he has problems
that have nothing to do
with me.

I have to speak to him
about respect and responsibility,
if he treats me like trash
then I have to leave him.

Sad but true.

I give him a chance to speak up,
to be an honest man.

God forgives but he doesn’t
forget, so do I.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Hello my beautiful Bat Brats,

I am writing this poem because it’s true. I am dealing with a disrespectful friend who has stolen from me. I am not okay with it.

Please pray for my friend, for his peace of mind and well being. If someone you love steals from you don’t assume it’s because they don’t love you. Most of the time it’s not about you, it’s a personal issue. Just don’t trust them. Take responsibility for your actions by making sure they can’t do it again. Also give them a chance to fix the mistake before you kick them to the curb. If they don’t stop disrespecting you, that’s when you kick them to the curb.

Tell The End

Is there anything that can be done?

My body lays here,
in shadow and time.

I like everything else,
I become dust.

The sun grows old,
slowly it’s going to grow cold.
Like a death star ready to burst,
someday the night will consume
everything we built and us.

In ruin the stars will remember us,
as we scatter about like lost souls.

This life,
this time,
this ruin,
this is dust
and ash
left behind.

A deadline beyond my control,
slowly reaching it’s cold hand
grabbing tightly too my soul.

This life,
this ruin,
this dusty disaster we call
living is always moving.

Without asking who’s in control,
who’s driving this beaten path
to ruin? All we see is dusty trails
leading nowhere fast.

These barren land’s reach out for miles, like God’s hand at the end of the mile it welcome’s all with open arms and smile.

If you could look me in the eye
and tell me I will never die,
I know that is a lie.

Life never promised me perfection
nor happiness and success,
no it’s taught me how to
work it out with
the best of my abilities.

This is ruin,
this is life,
this is time,
this is the end
of a new beginning.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Black & White Movie Star (Digital drawing)

Hello my beautiful Bat Brats,

Good Gothic evening too you all. I am venturing out of my bat cave too share my artwork. I have been working on a piece that I have shared before. I wanted to clean it up and resubmit my work. Here is the finished product.

Black & White Movie Star Drawing

Black & White Movie Star Drawing

Now my drawing is cleaned up and looking good.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

New Drawings

Hello my beautiful Bat Brats,

Sorry for not posting lately. It’s been hot and I have been feeling Ill. Today is a better day. I don’t feel so ill today. Yay! For me. Boop!

I wanted to share with you my new drawings. I drew Rose’s.

Pirate Headache

I am in pain.

My head is like Grrr!
I am pirate headache
I bring waves of pain
and crushing winds
to make it harder for you
to get up again.

Rrr! Polly want a cracker?

Damn pirates,
I don’t like their crackers.

This Polly wants nothing
but relief.

Here they come again,
swords aready, I’ma fighten
pirate’s today.

Pirate Headaches bring
me no booty, instead they
steal my time and comfort.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Look Towards God’s Plan For You

I never smile when I am suffering,
instead I suffer through but after
I am through I smile a lot.

I am not egnorant, I know
I have to suffer to learn
and grow, that’s life.

What I have a choice to do is,
look forward to the future God has planned for me and you.

I have faith that God will not
allow me to fall too far behind,
if I allow him to, he will carry me.

I never get burnt to ashes,
for God puts out the blaze
before it gets too hot.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


God blessed me with a caring heart,
he blessed me with the ability
to love.

He gave me a choice
to live a worldly life or
a Godly life, I have chosen
a Godly life.
A christ like life,
I am a Christian,
proud and strong
because he is my foundation.

God is good and kind,
if you seek him
you seek all that is
good and kind.

God is, was, and always will be,
he’s always listening and
always ready for your prayers.

He guide’s you if you allow him,
he listens if you
open your mouth to speak.

I have been saved by
the grace of God many times,
it’s always when I lift my strife
up to him and I allow him to
carry the weight.

I have learned God is like
the garbage man, if you place your trash outside your door he will come
and take it away.
It’s up to you if you
bring back the trash.

The devil is death,
he is hatered, he is strife,
he is struggle and all
that is not right.

To be content with your life
you need to learn how to be
happy with the moment,
stop seeking flesh and greed,
don’t let the devil steal your happiness.

You don’t need more than what you need to survive, the only reason you think otherwise is because you never believed in God enough to know he always provides.

Lean on God The almighty Lord
and you will see how powerful he is.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


I break my back
remembering everything I lack.

They lie when they tell you,
Sticks and stones may break
my bones but words do not
hurt me.

Words can seem like stones
beating you down until
You become one with the ground,
the sticks are there to hold you in.

So think twice before you break the chains, remember everyone feels something.

You should
be gentle, easy, and peaceful.

Only yell when no one is around,
then bring yourself around to center.

Be mindful of your fellow man,
He too is drowning in the same pool.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Butterflies In My Heart

You are a fluster in my life,
you make life wobble and shake,
you make my heart quake.

You flutter about
turning my life upside down
and all around.

You bring rumbling too
my dear,
and breath taking views,
you are causing my stability
to waver and the weather to
cool and heat.

You are my love, partner
and forever friend until
the end, my dear.

You are my love and the
butterflies in my heart.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Dearest Love

You are the star’s to my sky’s.
You are the ocean to my shore’s.
The sand under my feet.
You are my shadow
you are always beside me.

I want you to always be with me.
Hand in hand,
step by step.
Wrinkle by wrinkle,
day by day.
Wave after wave,
I will always guide you.

Through the dark you will never
be alone. For my heart beats
louder then words.
You are what makes my heart pound.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Sick Love

Thou ar’t sick love,
beating, bleeding, and bruised
you lose but gain; all the same.

Like the dying rose,
you were picked for
my amusement.

You are my cure,
my blooming inspiration,
you consumed my whimpering
dreams, with your waves of

You brought doom to my door,
a heavy knock reminding me
you are still here beside me.

Sadly you are sick (my love),
you leave me with your
infections and scares,
you managed to sit beside me
capturing my heart with your
spiders web of luring gloom,
with soft touches of blooming

Sick love made its home
within the chambers of my life,
it left its mark forever
upon my heart.

Sick love looms over my head
blocking the sun from burning
my heart, once again.

Sweet love, oh how I miss your
touches and kiss.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I Got My Hair Colored And Cut

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

Your Mandy turned 37 on July 3rd. My adopted mom Lisa took me to get my hair done for a birthday present. Here’s the results.

My lips are chapped. I have been having asthma problems lately and everytime I do my lips get chapped. Oh well, look at my hair everybody. I got it layered with red and black. I got it cut a little too. I didn’t want to lose my red color so I got it enhanced by having the hair dresser die it a red that is closer to my Auburn color. The black is for a Gothic effect. I didn’t want to much drama. I am exhausted. I did a lot today. 😊😋😎🦇

Corruption Of The USA

We are supposed to be
about the bold and the free,
yet our house falls
do to hateful call’s.

Our government says
they care about our rights,
yet it promotes division
and separation,
which is against our
constitutional rights.

This movie star we call
president is nothing more than
the devil in our eyes,
people trusted him
now are disgusted with him.

We yell and fight to keep
our freedom intacked,
we protest and gather
to show how much we would
rather die than eat dirt.

This devil has made plans year’s
in advance to take over our
lives, you’ve all been deceived,
he told us over the TV
he would be president one day.

Now we are left fighting
to keep our constitution alive,
we are dealing with his lies,
his corruption and raciest cry’s.

Don’t be deceived by his
stupid lack of communication,
he’s going to lose steam
sooner or later.

I am patient.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Be Bold & Brave (Quote)

“Be bold & brave, for life is too short to be afraid.” © 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I Have Good News

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I was just spending time with my boyfriend and he has been working on building a keyboard. He just finished it and I thought it was awesome enough to share it with you. It’s a program for the computer so if you have a computer you can download it and try it out. Please leave your feedback. He’s trying to improve his programming skills so your feedback can help. Here’s the link Nautilus Keyboard. He has provided the source code in the package. I am proud of him. He has difficulty’s but he doesn’t let that stop him. Our relationship has been rocky. Its getting better as time goes by. He’s learning how to trust me. He has a low self-esteem and schizophrenia on top of addictions. In mental health we call that a dual diagnosis. Our relationship has gotten stronger this year. I have set up a support system for him. We actually lost a friendship with one of our neighbors recently because she’s having problems. Seany trusted the wrong people. He’s learning how to move forward and who to trust. Today is a good day. He’s doing well. I am in pain but I am doing well. It helps me to handle my pain when he’s doing well. I don’t worry about him when he’s in a good place. He’s going to see his mom today. She’s awesome. They are going to do Bible study. I can’t go outside because of the heat so I have to wait until the weather cools down again before I can go with them. That’s okay because God is wherever I set. Church is where God is so I take church everywhere I go.

I hope you have a great day. I love you all very much. I am grateful to have this blog and the opportunity to share with you. May God bless you. ♥️🤗🙏

Update (Bat Brat’s Store)

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I haven’t shared any updates with you in awhile. I thought it’s time for an update. I have been working hard. I don’t know if you remember me talking about looking for a store for settling down with Bat Brat’s. I am looking for three custom design websites. I am trying as many as possible before making a decision. I am going to keep only three. Some websites have more choices of products. I can post on my blog Bat Brat’s about the products so it shouldn’t matter if I have three different sites. I already have posted products on the site. Here’s my new projects from Bat Brat’s.

Bat Brat’s , Bat Brat Mandy store on Rageon. This site is new. I just found out about it four days ago. I waited two days to make a decision to create an account. These are my merchandise I have so far.

That’s All The Rage

My Life Is Well Lived

Retro Doing Now? Text Me!

Lightning Speed Pizza

The Purpose Of My Creativity

I am a poet,
the purpose of a poet,
to express myself,
to invent a unique quality
of language, to get noticed,
to share, to write for
the love of it.

I am also an artist.
The purpose of an artist,
to express imagination,
to share my vision,
to invent a style of my own,
to learn how things function.

I have been an inventor
since I took my first breath,
I am always curious and
willing to learn.
I think that’s what makes me
a good writer and artist.

I have worked hard to become
a blogger of creative mediums.

I have many purposes
to express myself
through these two mediums
but one modivates me the most,
my need to create.

I am hotwired to create,
like jump starting a car,
my wire’s are always entwined
ready to inspire me.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


Shut out the light,
I don’t wish you to see
the emptiness that devours me,
all I truly want you to see
is you (are important to me).

I claim my life
with respect for its gift
but I never wanted to except
its strife until I realized,
I have no choice.

Love choose me,
I never choose
its purpose and direction
(logic is what I use to seek
until I met you).

Upon the wings of swooping
love, its cumbersome and heavy,
not for negative reasons
but because of its
emotional breath
of its life giving purpose.

Emotions can seem heavy
because of what it causes,
love has many purposes
and feelings because
of its emotional connection.

When love is my purpose
you become my purpose
because I love you.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Partners In God

In God we trust,
between you and me
the only thing that stand’s is
he who is almighty Lord.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I Lift Myself Up To A Higher Place

My Higher Place Is In Prayer

God is good, God is great
for he made chocolate cake.

I pray upon my knees
deeply and passionately,
I bow my head in great respect,
I put my garbage out for
God to collect.

He’s my rock to my foundation,
he gave me strength and
understanding so I can
build upon his rock.

I am grateful,
I am humble,
I am proud to be
a child of God.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Stolen Soul

That lifeless thing the living fear!

Death introduced himself

as a friend

Whispers through the night,
shadows dance with delight
and gay merriment,
as darkness divides the light,
bent over a poor soul.

Broken, lost,
but never forgotten.

Life once was brooding and golly,
now gray and decayed,
popping at the seems (frayed).

Death introduced himself
as a friend, but you learned
a bit too late; Death is
a thieve, a stealer of soul’s.
Yet you took his hand.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


Change is good,
sometimes it’s for the best.

I have made myself what I am.

I have lived for 36 year’s,
I have fought for my life,
I have struggled through
in the toughest times.

I always came through,
I am able to see the light
at the end of the tunnel
because it’s always burning
waiting for me to arrive.

You know you are living your life
when you feel the ache settle in.
It means you are no longer busy
and you have the time to notice.

I use to be able to run nine miles
twice a day, now I am learning
how to rest nine to five.

Life wasn’t promised it would be easy or fair.

No one told you,
you don’t have too work
to get there.

Life is work, tough, and struggle
it’s up to you what you do to get
where you want to be.

Just remember you are not alone.

Just like the flea
the dog is its whole world
until he has too leave.

We don’t like change
because most view it as negative,
but the truth is; Change helps us
to grow, stay strong, and to learn.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Good News (Update About My Pain)

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I am happy to announce that I am going to receive relief soon. My adopted mom Lisa is on her way to pay for my medication. I am going to try switching pharmacies. I am exhausted from dealing with Rite Aid Pharmacy’s lack of communication and Medical. Medical doesn’t warn you about yearly updates. They don’t communicate with the doctors. I am lucky to have a very strong support system. The help is very good. I just wish my health insurance reflected the same. Nothing is perfect. I have been very patient and it paid off.

Be bold and strong my beautiful Bat Brat’s. I hope your day/evening is going well. Love too you all.♥️🤗

Pain Management and The Government

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I am writing this post to share knowledge with you. Pain what is it and how does it effect the body? First things first I have had chronic pain for longer than five years. I was finally told by a specialist I have full body neuropathy from unknown causes. I also have other pain disorders on top of a rare movement disorder that is very painful. I have been taking a muscle relaxer at night and pain pills in the daytime, for five years now and today medical denied me my pain pill because they think it’s not good for me to take both. Why? Because they are judging me as an addict do to the fact that they believe everyone who is on pain medication is an addict. When that is not true. Also what makes them the experts? They know nothing about what chronic pain is or that the management I was on before helps me. I can’t live a comfortable life without pain management that’s why I fought for it. I am not egnorant and I am not going to pretend to be just because the stupid government thinks they are smarter.

Like I said before I have had chronic pain for over five years now. Well I have also been treated for high blood pressure since two in a half years ago. More likely caused from the stress from pain. My blood pressure goes normal if I take the pain medication. I know because I tried to go without the pill and my blood pressure was so high the doctor made me stay another hour until my blood pressure went down. I took a pain pill and 20 minutes later my blood pressure went down to normal. I have learned to take my pill before I go in. I have been without my pain medication now for 4 days and my body feels like it’s been scraped with a sanding belt. If you have ever worked on wood and you got your hand scraped by a sanding belt, well you know how I feel except if your whole body felt the same pain. I have cellular nerve damage through out my whole body. I hurt every second of my life. Theirs no cure and I am allergic to all of the medications they use to treat this type of problem. I have tried all sorts of treatments and I ended up in the hospital every time. My doctor has made a decision to stop trying new treatments because I have exhausted all of them. I am suffering through because our USA government think they know what’s best for everyone. The government is not your friend nor do they care about our well being. They think they know everything. My life has been taken by the government through their neglect to pay attention to the person not person’s that I am. I am not you nor am I everyone else. Yet the treatment I am being put through show’s how the government truly thinks. Egnorance is not bliss, it’s dangerous and painful. The government is ran by egnorant people who judge you and you are not allowed to fight back. They took away our rights. All because it’s divided into different parties who have control. Now because the party that has control are egnorant people, everyone suffers. What happened to the government being by the people for the people? They are not. They are corrupted and lier’s. I was told I have rights to get pain management yet I am being denied my medication that works. Where’s my rights they talk about? I don’t see none. Instead I see poor management and lack of care that I was already approved for.

I know I am not the only one going through this. I thought I should share because maybe it will help everyone else to feel less alone in this time of corruption in our nation. I feel horrible to call myself an American citizen. It’s sad really. I feel like we are all going to burn because the world is angry with our government. I shouldn’t feel like this. The government is supposed to serve and protect not kill and judge.

Pain is not good for you, over time if it’s not treated it becomes a very big health risk. I am more likely to die for heart failure or stroke. Also my body can start to shut down so it can heal but that doesn’t mean it will heal. I have had pain levels so high I felt like fainting before. My body can handle so much before it gives up. If I don’t do anything I won’t get that bad. That’s why I am resting in my chair most of the time.

Chronic pain is nothing to push off. Don’t think “oh I will be okay”. You need to get treated right away if you have severe pain. Pain can be a sign of other health problems that are deadly. Like kidney disease and heartaches, they can cause pain and death. There are other health problems that cause pain. That’s why it’s dangerous.

Setting Sun

I can see the sun slowly going down,
my curtains show green and brown
it the dimming light.

Makes me ponder upon
daydreams of the marrow.
I will miss this day until the next
settles in my mind, making way
for tomorrow.

The shadows lengthen,
as a cool breeze rushes through
reminding me to close the door.

Goodnight says the sun,
good evening says the moon and stars,
as my eyes get heavy with sleep;
they wave at me.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


What lights my flame like poetry?

A kindling to my fire,
an inspiration to my blaze,
poetry blew me away…

P is for perfection.
O is for opportunities.
E is for excellent.
T is for textures.
R is for rare.
Y is for you.

Poetry is perfect just the way it is. It can bring opportunities to all who write its formats. Its an excellent way to express yourself. Also its full of textures. It can be rare if written well. Its personal, sincere and true to you.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Summer Sun

Gentle winds blow through the trees,
as the golden light from the day
glint and shine.

A reminder of the cooler sessions
before the heat stole it’s time.

The land becomes dry and hot,
as life pushes through its waves,
it survives.

The sun seems like a burning blaze,
and I am its burnt egg.

~Burning summer blazes away~

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Vampire Night (Awareness)

T’is a night of subtlety, a song of wolves bay at the moon. The fog rises with the opening of the coffin. Night shrouds her brooding form, she rose with a desire for blood.

Her silken hair cascades over pale shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from her eyes.

Now a night of new awareness, she remembers her life.

More coming soon…

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

This is a short story I am working on. I am writing it in a poetic format. Part of my collection (Vampires Eat Bloody Poetry).

Gothic Kitty


Meow Gothic kitty meow!
Low and slow, watch her go.
Through the night
she’s a star shining brightly.

Yellow eyes and purrfect hearing,
she’s a kitty prowling the night,
but during the day she’s spoiled tucked away in my arms.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

My Cat Is A Smarty Pants

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

How many of you live with a cat or multiple cat’s? I bet there’s a lot. Well I do too. I am trying to figure out how my cat got so smart. My cat loves to watch TV, if I change the channel while she’s enjoying a show, she will turn too me meowing her angry Meow, and then she gets up to yell in my face and push me a bit before leaving. Also she knows how to turn off and on my cooler. I had to cover it because she turns it off and on. I even caught her turning it on and after I told her no and get down, she quickly turns it off before jumping down. As if too tell me off or something. She never knocks down glasses like a normal cat nope my cat turns off my cooler. Oh and be careful what you say around her she understands a lot more than you think. She’s proven that by how she knows when you are leaving my house or if you need to get something from the refrigerator. She will wait for you at the door. She also likes to show people her toys and boxes. That’s how you know she trusts you, she will guide you in to the living room where she will rub on her boxes and submit too you. I have a mojo kitty. She’s loves being a host. Also I am her ma! she calls me ma! underneath my bedroom door and when she wants something. She even tells my in home assistance worker Joyce hi! Joyce was very surprised to hear a cat say that. Joyce has learned to that Boo understands her and she tells Joyce to clean the couch for her. Joyce is very kind too my Boo. She cleans the couch for her. LOL it’s a cat’s life. The only thing my Boo has to worry about is if her couch is nice and straight and if she gets to watch her crime show’s. She likes Ghostbusters the cartoon as well. She sat through four episodes with me and she even got excited when something exciting happened on the screen. She would look at me and then she turned back to the TV. As if telling me what she saw was amazing. I am very grateful to have the opportunity to live with a creature like my Boo. It’s like being shown a whole different world. Animals are very smart and some are just smarter than others. I think it’s because I know how to relate to her and I am able to teach her to relate to me. My Boo was a scared little kitten and she has grown into a brilliant beautiful majestic being who is very smart.

Cat’s are awesome!


Life is meant to be lived.

If you are not willing to fight,
if you are not willing to move,
if you are not willing to surf
and turf your not living your life.

Just remember God has a plan
for you.

He carried you when you
couldn’t walk.

Sometimes you are blind
because it’s hard to see
through the dark, but
he’s the light,
just remember to open
your eyes.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

“I wrote this for a friend.”

Pain Stole Everything

Pain has nothing to gain,
except for my suffering.

It claimed my life,
it stole everything I worked for.
Pain never asked to be invited
nor if I have room for two,
it doesn’t care
if I am happy or doing well.

Pain is not my friend
nor a support worthy of my time.

Pain came when I least expected it,
it broke down my door
and my dreams.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The Poet And Me

A dream is a flight of fancy, a whisper of none reality.

A dream is also a view of possibly.

Upon a marrow, I learned with such sorrow that I was nothing without
a pen.

I am a shadow of the poet
I once dreamed of being.

Now my reflection shows my nudity
and struggle with such clarity,
it’s not hard to relate to me.

I write poetry,
I write struggle,
I write emotions,
I write lyrics and dancing formats,
sharing emotions that are
too heavy to manage without the lifting of a pen.

I release my frustrations
through words of whispering dreams

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

New Merchandise Added To Bat Brat’s

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I am very excited to announce, new designs have arrived at Bat Brat’s . I have been working hard today making designs. Here are two designs I just finished. You can find more at Bat Brat’s. I have three locations for the store, this one is the second. I am trying to get my work noticed so I am putting my artwork onto merchandise. I hope you enjoy my work. Please feel free to purchase my designs.

Avocados Are My FriendsThe Positive Tom Cat

All artwork on Bat Brat’s™ and Gothic Realms are © 2018 by Amanda D Shelton.

Today (Was Pain)

I tried to live,
slowly it pushed me down,
I followed it’s rude rule,
it hurt it tugged and pulled.

It spoke up to say.
I am bad,
I am ruin,
I am suffering,
I am nothing but damaging,
I am not your friend,
I am not your support,
I am not your responsibility
but yet I share your life,
I am pain.

Today I sat with pain,
I drank his tea and shared
my life with his friends,
suffering and illness.

I have learned how to except them
in my life, for I have no choice.
Chronic pain stole my time.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Byproduct Of Pain

Painful bricks hold down
my life, growing heavy over time,
adding 1 by 1.

It’s the story of my life,
my body hurts and
grinds upon the stone
sharpening my pain.

Bone and flesh slowly burns,
barring me in its ashes
and strife. (Sufacating)

My life once was light and airy,
after pain moved in, I became
allergic to this place.

Itching, burning, chains tightly
wound around my throat, stealing
my breath as I choke on its rine.
(I don’t even smoke).

This distribution of pain,
a process of making,
these products are killing me slowly.

Life decided to take the knife
and slice away at its own byproduct,
leaving it’s waste for me to eat.
(It all comes out the same).

Pain a byproduct of illness and decay.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Painful Scares

Pain steals
inspiration, will and
your path to a destination.

Life can seem heavy
and stifling at times.

This pain settles down
upon the knife
and it learns how to
stab and grind,
leaving scares behind.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Pains Prisoner

I Am Pain

Breath of my breath,
blood flows as pain settles
deep crushing my life slowly.

Heat seeps upon the rising sun,
as the pens and needles
prick me, stinging
my hands and feet.

Pain introduced itself as my friend,
only to steal everything I worked for.

I might suffer through
but I know how to fight
and struggle too.

These chains hold tightly to
my life, over time I learn how to
untie my bonds.

Yet pain comes placing new chains
in place of the broken ones.

I am a prisoner too my pain.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Did you know? 

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

Here’s some knowledge for you.

Did you know?
The extremely well known “ribbit” frog call is actually specific to only a small handful of frog species from the North American Pacific Coastal regions. This is because the call of the Baja California Treefrog was used as the background sound effect for countless old movies, regardless of where the movie was set.

There are also so many different types of frogs that scientists are still discovering new species. There are approximately 4,740 species of frog in the world today.

I just wanted to share some knowledge. I love frog’s so I have researched about them.

Update (Cramping Feet Are The Worst)

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I am having a hard time today. As some of you know already I have a rare movement disorder muscle dystrophy and nerve damage. I have a lot of health problems. Today I am having feet cramps. I think the worst pain ever is cramping. I have a lot of pain and it’s the one type of pain that gets me down for the count. I took a muscle relaxer so hopefully it helps. I probably need to stop eating bananas because I know that’s why I am having feet cramps. I was trying to figure out if the bananas cause me more pain. Sadly they do. Also my cat Boo! is being very cuddly today. She normally gets like this when my pain level is high. It’s like she knows I need her. She’s laying on my legs while I am laying on the couch. It’s so precious. I am so grateful she’s in my life. Boby Ray my stepdad got her for me before I moved out into my own apartment in 2010. He didn’t even like cats. He fell in love with my Boo! though. She’s a special fur baby. I have never had a cat that loves to cuddle. She is a lap kitty. She’s a momma’s Boo too. She doesn’t even run away when I leave the front door open. She trys to go to the neighbors door and beg to go inside. Or she sets outside my door crying for help. She loves me very much. She doesn’t make a good guard cat though. She’s too scared of everything to stand up too anything. She hides away when stranger’s are outside. She’s a lover not a fighter. Like myself. I would rather forgive and forget.

Okay enough rambling on. I might write a poem or two. I don’t know yet. My inspiration hasn’t peek-a-booed yet. My feet are hurting so I think it’s making it hard for me to get modivated to have ideas. I will try. I love you guys. I hope you are having a great day/evening. ♥️🙏 I pray for relief of my pain and anyone else who is suffering as well. Aman!

Boop! Be bold, strong and proud of who you are because there’s only one you. You are beautiful just the way you are. 🌠 You are my stars shining brightly. You are my inspiration and my guidance. Thank you for everything. If it wasn’t for you this blog would not excit. ♥️

My New Drawing Glove

Hello my Beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I wanted to share with you my new drawing glove. Also I am having problems with my fingernail on my drawing finger. I got a pointed nail growing. I tried cutting it but it still grows like that. I need to do something else with it. My two middle fingernails have always grown weirdly. They use to grow in a downward bend before I trained them to not. It took two years for my fingernails to grow somewhat normal. I use to do my nails a lot before I got sick so now they get longer and pointy. I think my fingernails grow like this because I have been drawing a lot for a long time. I use those fingers more. I even have a writers callus on both my hands on my middle fingers. My left hand finger is not so big because I don’t like switching my drawing hand very often. I am a creature of habit and autistic. Lets keep that on the line please. Grrr! I don’t like going off the line. Here’s my new glove and my pointed fingernail. 😆 I know what I am going to do tonight. Bye bye fingernails. 🙋 Plus I always end up scratching myself.

I have a Gothic glove hehehe! I bought it at I use this glove for both pencil drawing and with my drawing tablet. I bought a cheap drawing tablet on Amazon a year ago. I wanted to try it and I love it but I need a bigger one. I am going to learn how to work with my tablet so don’t you worry about that. When something gets tough Mandy gets tougher. 💪Boop!

I love you guys. I hope you are having a great day/evening. I am doing my best. My pain level is down today so I am so very grateful. I am blessed to be a very strong person.

Invitation To My “Quotation” In Both French & English


“”Beauty develops on poetic words. As they flow from me like a raging river. My banks turn green and the flowers grow. I invite you to sit with me as I write of poetry.” ~ Amanda D Shelton


“La beauté se développe sur des mots poétiques. Comme ils découlent de moi comme une rivière qui fait rage. Mes banques deviennent vertes et les fleurs poussent. Je vous invite à vous asseoir avec moi pendant que j’écris de la poésie. ” ~ Amanda D Shelton


This Is My Passion!

Like a river poetry flows,
out from the depths of my soul
words grow.

Rooted from my mind,
experiences, and time
poetry blooms for me
parting my lips
as it pours from my core
wrapping around my heart,
encasing my life with a thorny

Poetry chokes my mind,
but gives me more time
to breathe deeply,
it allows me to vent so
I don’t dip deeper into depression.

Poetry is my outlet,
my inspiration,
my moon to my stars,
and the star of my story.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

A Reminder

Under Your Power!

I Trimble

Oh Lord, you are a mighty force,
none can compare to your grace.

Trees bow,
the sun dims,
shadows bend,
and rivers flow
under your tow. 

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Forgiveness (I Beg)

I Know

I Am A Fool

Around, all around,
the sinister cruelty of life gathers.

My dread grows as
the angry hand of Heaven
falls against my heart.

It wounds me, and darkly my
essence drips to the thirsty earth.

In agony I beg forgiveness
while Death’s shadow laughs cruelly.

Now alone,
my soul falls upon wailing eyes.

This is my salvation,
I do admit,
I am not a sinless creature,
I am a creature of habit.

Forgive me God!

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


I Kneel

A Free Soul

Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always in prayer, always driven,
frozen here, waiting.

Angelic forms loom over this room
as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my exposed soul.

A reflection on an angel’s face.
I raise my head, now submitting to
this impassive truth.

I slum over in prayer,
a slave to my sinful ways,
I know I am a fool.

But still God judges me not,
for he made me,
out of love he gave me a choice
to worship him or
to live a worldly life of sin.

A long time ago I choose
to worship God, to let go
of my worldly ways and live
accordingly to his law.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Burning Love (Never Forgotten)


You live on through words unspoken,
through a poem you still breathe.

What have you done to me?
A shadow of betrayal as emotions shudder.

Once we savored life together,
innocent and childlike,
but your lies soured.

A painful vision of the truth lingers –
tears follow memory, follow pain,
and love forgotten.

In this torrent of painful memories,
I still love you.

Painful memories still cling
but slowly forgotten
for our love lives on,
even in the darkness our passion burns brightly.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

The Vampire (Forget Me Not)

Forget Me Not

For Eternity Never Will

T’is a night of sorrow,
as the shadows lengthen across the
land the vampire stirs.

Night shrouds her brooding form,
of timeless desires.

Her unruly hair cascades over
pale, tragic shoulders,
as her scarlet lips part slightly,
to taste the blood streaming
from the flesh beneath her.

As she rises full,
I remember her with contempt.

I forgot who I was,
she who lays with decay,
the sun shuns me for eternity.

T’is a night of sorrow indeed,
a death forgotten by the one
who once lived (as me).

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Vampires Eat Bloody Poetry
Bat Cave Poetry.

Beauty Of The Night


I find beauty in the dark,
where you can’t see the light.
For I am able to see through the veil
of decay, gloom, and rot.

I find poetry
in the depths of the night.

Beauty lights my way
with poetic formats,
structured upon black pillars
that loom as shadows dance with gay delite.

I smile upon the night,
as the moon bowed to me.

The stars crossed over my sky
leaving wishes for me.

Darkness kissed my hand
as we danced all night.

This is the
beauty of the night.

A poem waiting for my kiss.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


Lingering Memory Of You

I compare thee to a soft breeze,
but you linger on my memory.
For you claimed me with your kiss,
you captured my admiration in
your jar of forget me nots.

Love devoured me,
stole my heart and
my feelings.

A memory of long ago
but still today you linger on.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Update, I am sick (I Also Made New Artwork)

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I was thinking about you guys so I decided to post. I have been sick with a cold/flu. I haven’t been this sick since I was a kid. I have upset stomach and I am having problems breathing. Lisa and Joyce already know I am sick so I have help if I need it. I think I am getting better so that’s good. I keep having stomach ack after trying to eat something. Seems to be worse at bedtime. I have been using my Vick’s steamer and rub. I also use my inhaler a bit more. I am use to having to use it once a day now I am using it twice a day. I will call the hospital if I feel worse so please don’t worry. I have so many people for support that I can’t count them on all fingers and toes. 😊 I am thinking my tummy will feel better tomorrow. I started feeling better after I got two hours of sleep last night. Sleep helps the body to heal so I am welcoming sleep, I want to get as much as possible. I wish I could sleep when I want but I have to exhausted my mind for my body to sleep. When I do sleep I try to keep it quiet because anything can wake me up. I usually meditate four hours before bedtime. It’s hard not being able to meditate. I have been taking more time trying to sleep. I should be better within a few more days maybe four. I just want to feel better again.

I am kinda surprised I got sick because I am always careful. That’s why I don’t get sick like this very often. I usually have pain, nausea, and sensory overloads, sometimes sweating with fever. This has made all of those symptoms more uncomfortable.

I love you guys. I hope you are doing well. Maybe tomorrow I will have a poem for you. We’ll see. 👀🔎 Here’s my new artwork. Also I have some pieces for sell on DeviantArt @FroggyArtDesigns.

I Made These Just For Fun

Cell Phone & Tablet Wallpapers

To My Mom

I have learned,
life is too short
to allow death and fear
to control what and where
we go.

I have faced both with
gratitude and grace;
because of you
I am stronger, bloder, and wiser.

Thank you Mom.

You were more than just my mom.
You were my foundation and mortar.

I am still building off
your foundation,
I will continue
until we meet again.

I love you. ♥️🕯️

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I wrote this on my mom’s Facebook profile here’s the link

I am sick today so I am thinking about her a lot. If she was still here, she would have came over here to help me feel better. I miss that the most. Hearing her walk into my house and speaking to Boo telling her she needs to stop being afraid of her. My Boo didn’t like anyone but me. Until my mom had to take care of her that’s when my Boo decided to sleep on top my mom’s head purring away. I remember how excited my mom was that my cat made friends with her. Also Boby Ray fell in love with her too after he said he didn’t like cats. Hahaha! He watched football with my cat and Tom and Jerry.

♥️ I miss them so much.

Rooted Belief’s

Belief System

Rooted in my life is a rare rose,
that bloomed year’s ago.

Through agony and pain
it grew into a perfumed memory.

I learned how to grow alongside it’s bed, hydrating both
with my persistent passion for thriving.

I became more than a perfumed memory, lingering on your nose.

I became a system, as well as
your stone foundation.

Your future endeavors
are rooted in my bed,
giving you guidance and structure
so you can build your life
with stability and strength.

I also give meaning to your life.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I Had A Spiritual Experience Today

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I am posting this because I had a spiritual moment tonight. I have had many through out my life but only a few changed my path. First off my family was very big in AA program. I grew up being part of the groups. I am very lucky to not suffer from the decease (addiction). I also have a very strong connection with God, I always have and everyone who knows me understands how strong it is. I am not shy about my faith. I got brain surgery because it fell into my lap a second after I let go and let God have my griefs over my pain and movement disorder. Because of those moments I am very faithful and I am a God fearing Woman.

Moving on…
A very precious Woman prayed over me tonight. I had a feeling I knew her and I do. I met her before and I had the same feeling around her. She is special like I am. When she laid hands on my shoulders to pray a heat rolled over me. I had a comforted feeling as if I was meant to be there and I needed to grieve for my loved ones who recently passed away. I realized I haven’t been grieving. I didn’t let it out all the way. My Boby Ray who was very special to me after he passed away, I have been having moments of clarity. I am starting to feel more at peace within myself. I have been crying when I remember my Mom and Boby. I think I needed this for awhile now. God is an awesome being. He shows himself when you least expect it. I always get an experience when I quit going to God. It’s like he’s tapping me on the shoulder telling me “Hey I am here you just forgot.” ♥️😊 I am glad too because it reminds me why I am still here. I am supposed to be here, life isn’t through with me yet. God needs me to change more lives and to make more changes. That’s the purpose for our lives. Change, relationships, and faith. I am so very grateful.

I wanted to share with you my experience because maybe you needed to hear it too. Maybe this will help someone else? I hope so.

Because of God I am alive today. I have a gift of communication and I am sending you my message of faith. Thank you God for all your grace and mercy. I pray for all you that God will touch your lives as he has touched mine. Aman!

🕊️ I am feeling very blessed. 😊♥️💋🤗 I love you all very much. Thank you for everything you do and will do.

Poetry Is Dead

Inspirational and dreed,
we puke up our word’s
unit nothing is left.

Poetry is dead,
for we’ve rubbed it raw,
broke it down into the tiniest pieces.

Now we poets have to prove our right
to call ourselves a poetic crime.

We write it out, draw the line
slowly bleeding what we define.

Our fingers are raw, red,
and bleeding ink,
since dying for our format
is a true crime.

Poetry is dead because it’s
stuck choking on my mind.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Porcelain Angel

Porcelain angel has a
heart of glass,
every breath she takes
causes another break.

Fragile she is but still
she fights, as if her heart
is made from concerete.

Her feet are firmly planted,
but her foundation is not
rooted, so she’s holding steady
upon a weekend bed.

Her ground is felled with
broken dreams, and buried
wishes never seen
by the falling stars
that shoot above her head.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Goodnight Lullaby

The sun burned bright
until the moon says goodnight.
The stars shoot across the sky
waving as they go by.
The beauty of the night,
smiles upon their flight.

As the tree’s bow their leafs,
and the animals scurry to their
homes, the night slowly
spreads it’s arms across the land.

Sleepy eyes are heavy,
the angels bow their heads
in deep prayer.

Goodnight sleep tight,
may you have calm,
peaceful dreams tonight.


© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Poetic Dinner

Watch me eat my word’s,
don’t you worry
I will share with you.

Let’s have dinner at my place,
my poetic brothers and sisters.

I’ll set the table,
wash the dishes,
and cook the food.

I’ll make a poetic dinner
just for you.

Yummy, yummy, yummy
too my poetic tummy.

Poetry for all my reader’s,
such a beautiful bunch you are.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Poetic Crime’s

It’s a crime if I didn’t take the time
to share my poetry.

These pages are a testimony
of my life,
I am the poems I write.

I suffer through but
I also write the truth,
I am happy and I write for you.

I am a poetic format waiting
to be written, waiting for my

Come over here
and I will write for you.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


Burn baby burn,
kindling to my fire.

Embers red, crackling mind,
never blocked
when inspiration knocks.

Breathing in, breathing out
as my inspiration dribbles out.

Pouring poetic justice
across these pages,
becoming inky crime’s
for your eager minds.

Burn baby burn,
as I light the sky
with my poetic crime’s.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Poetic Love

He’s the thorn and I am the rose.

Black lips with candle drips,
waxy fire melting heart’s together.

Vintage paper scattered the room,
ink smeared across the wall’s,
a poet fell in love.

Books torn, yellowed, and burned
like her heart it turned into
unspoken word’s.

A love affair with a poet,
is like a spoiled child
crying for attention,
the poetry gets gritty
and she smuged her love
all over the place.

You can see it on her face,
a poet fell in love.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

The Wrong Garden

I woke to find you had damaged mine,
the flowers are wilted and froozen,
you said you would care for them,
but sadly you neglected to
keep them warm.

I trusted you with my life
only for you to forget to
feed and hydrate the bed.

Such a fragile thing
but you didn’t find it
important enough to check
on them.

Now I have to replant,
rehydrate, and refertilize
because you forgotten the most important thing, to pay attention
to life and allow it to grow.

I planted my roses in the wrong garden. Now they are dying.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

He’s The Devil In Disguise

He speaks through a forcked tounge,
he feeds you his lies,
as he whips them like a pro
right before your eyes.

He’s the devil in disguise,
wearing a suit and tie. 

Beware of his toupee,
he’s got horns hiding under
that frock.  

He bows only to himself,
his reflection gives his
true nature away. 

He’s the devil is disguise,
he’ll tease you with
his devilish eyes.
Only to bite you
while running away. 

He’s the devil in disguise. 

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Grief Under Cover

Do you know why you want to run?

Life can seem harder sometimes,
but we just try harder
to run faster.

I am like a bird,
I got caught now I am
wishing to be free.

Life wasn’t promised to be easy,
though I wish it wasn’t like this.

Sometimes I’d like to be free
from this cage that’s holding me.

I am feeling like ashes
blowing in the breeze,
I am not sure where I am going
to land.

Though I know it’s not forever,
this journey is dragging me under.

I gasped for air only to choke
on the dirt that has covered my life.

I will not give up
I am just exhausted from this fight.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Amongst The Rose’s I Am Considered A Weed

“You might like it if I
were shady like you.”

I am like a daisy
amongst the roses,
I am considered as a weed.

I am wild and free,
I am not like the others around me.

I have made my bed under the trees,
I have shade and cover
but the roses like to tease me,
trying to steal my
comfortable bed.

I have done nothing but keep
my side of the street clean,
only to have my neighbors
dump their trash on my walkway.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Relationship Update 😟

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

I have some bad news. Today was a hard day. I found out my boyfriend has been using drugs again. I thought something was wrong with him. He doesn’t support me nor respect me. He accused me of cheating and not giving him support again. After I gave him church, God, AA, and tools. I am sick and he goes and accuses me of cheating and not giving him support as well. Crap! Wouldn’t matter if I wasn’t sick. I would never cheat. He has been dishonest, he used me until I have nothing and he then accusses me of not giving him support. After he chose drug’s over a healthy happy relationship with me. Now I am dealing with his damages again.

I am done. He can be alone. He neglected me anyway. How is it going to hurt him when he made the decision? I had no choice. I still don’t. I am such a fool. I hate this. I should know better. If he doesn’t use AA like he should I will never trust him. I can’t trust him. For now I am hurting mentally and physically. Stupid pain disorders, why do I have to have three? Why couldn’t I have something that’s not painful? I would rather have a mental break down then being in this pain. I have been through mental break downs before and they are easier than dealing with this pain. Grrr!

Why are people dishonest? Why do people not take responsibility for their actions? I would never lie and cheat. I never had the need to. I would rather work for everything. I have suffered a lot to get where I am today. I would never compermise that.

I hate this. I am a fool. I fell for a bully, who doesn’t care about my situation.

It’s not my fault I got sick. I fought very hard trying to get well and figure out what was wrong. I didn’t want to have all these health problems. I had plans for the future to start a business and travel places. I thought I took care of my illnesses. I only got rid of one, the schizophrenia. Why could I do that but not my other illness? I tried so hard.

I don’t know what else to do so I am blogging about it. Plus you guys understand. We all have issues and happy times. It’s part of being human. We wouldn’t hurt if we weren’t aware of things. We wouldn’t fall in love if we couldn’t understand the concept of love.

Relationships are hard work. Don’t think for one moment that love is always a magical place and feeling. Love can hurt, tear your world into pieces, and leave you exhausted, and beat. It leaves scares, bruises, and painful memories. It can also bring patience, understanding, and comfort. All of those things take time to build and remodel. A relationship is a full time job, it’s demanding and exhausting sometimes.

I need prayers and support. Also please keep Seany in your prayers too. He’s the one who is having the problem. I am worried about him. The hard thing I have to do is wait it out. I can’t do anything else. He has a lot of support because I made sure of it. Just remember that we all suffer through this life. We all need love and some type of support.

♥️ Sending you my love, my beautiful Bat Brat’s. Thank you for being you. You are awesome sauce to my ice cream. 🍧