Love Can Be Hard 

I am not heartless,
life just taught me
to use my heart less.

I don’t always allow my heart
to make choices for me.

Life is saddened by love,
because when those
you care about die,
it hurts more than
if they were a stranger.

That’s why I always say,
love is not a happy journey
where the sun always shines.

It can be a barren landscape
wasting away with fattened pigs,
and chickens who lost their feathers.

Love can burn like the hot sun
in the Mojave Desert.

It can drink your blood
until you’re ready to pop.
Leaving you to die
from a broken heart.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

“I thought I should share this poem before I lose my inspiration to write it down. I have been through a lot this year. It is but a poem and I know some will be able to relate to it. I am not always an emotional person so to allow my feelings to make my choices isn’t a normal reaction I have. It would have to be a very deep emotion for that to happen, love is one.”

Brokenhearted 

Love broke my heart,
love stole my everything,
love damaged my heart,
now it is sore, bruised, and used.

But my love is sick
it stressed me out
until my blood poured all my energy out.

Now my heart is damaged,
heartbroken and crushed.

My love he doesn’t seem to notice.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

“Brokenhearted with high blood pressure. You wonder if someone can die from a broken heart if I get high blood pressure after my boyfriend started telling me I don’t love him enough. How horrible that he would say such a thing to anyone.” 

Goodnight My Moonflower 

One dreary day a flower
grew in a baren landscape,
soon over grown and gray.
All the flowers rotted away,
leaving ghostly perfume
and misty dreams for those
who came to pick the flowers. 

As the night fell upon the fields
of ghostly petals,
one grew above the others.
It was a Moonflower. 

Like the others
soon the Moonflower
withered and died.
Never to set eyes on the morning sky.
Now I cry while the rain falls slowly.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Sad Love (I Wish The Best For Him)

I was accused and abused,
I trusted a man who stole
right from my hand.

Why?
Because I believed if someone says they love you,
that means they have respect for you.
I am wrong,
love doesn’t make someone trustworthy or a nice person.

Being honest happens
when someone is truthful,
Being nice happens
if someone is truly nice.

If you are a nice person deep inside you won’t find it hard to be kind.
You won’t have to work at it,
because it’s been there the whole time.

I have been told by one person ever,
How he thinks I am horrible
and dishonest,
when I am too sick to even care
to be mean or cruel,
I never was a dishonest fool.
I never cared to lie,
I would rather work for my dime.

I have fought for survival,
I didn’t get here by cheating
and taking what I didn’t work for.

He did,
He stole from me
and lied to my family and friends.
He didn’t bat an eye,
He showed no morals.
Yet he was quick to blame me
telling me something is wrong
with my mind.
He never admitted to his crime’s.

I feel hated and used,
horribly accused:
by a man who used I love you
until it hurt me.

Sadly I have to tell you,
I am ashamed of him.
I am ashamed that he treated me
in such a way.
I am ashamed that he judged me
poorly and that he judged me at all.
I am also ashamed of myself,
for allowing it to go on
for so long.

Love is not judgemental,
Love is not boastful,
Love doesn’t care how old you are,
Love doesn’t care what raise you are,
Love doesn’t tell you lies,
Love doesn’t spit in your eye,
Love is a feeling that transcends
all time.

I am left in tears…
Sad love bit me hard
leaving it’s scares.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Fragile 

To fight until there’s
nothing left,
I gave it my last breath.

It crumbled,
faded,
withered,
and died.

Like porcelain,
it was fragile,
and weak,
it creaked,
it pealed,
it spelt its ink.

Like an emotional poem,
it burnt the parchment paper,
it curled itself up inside my heart
scratching deep at the walls,
until I had to allow it
to leap free.

I fought until there was nothing left of me.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Owed To Gothic literature

♥♥♥

Might be gloomy to you
but it’s poetry to me.

♥♥♥

Oh how I love the moon
it reminds me of your poetic gloom.
Such passionate beams
devours my mood.

My love for Gothic literature
seeps through the paper,
it stains my format with
a grungy texture.

Owed to Gothic literature,
a beautiful format,
gloomy,
no dulled senses,
no wasted sentences;
only foggy days,
and a gloomy haze.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

A Dark Poets Night

Of many a night I sat writing
to let my thoughts roam free,
the poetic runnel ran steady
and the streem flowed free. 

Such night’s as this,
I become more than just the poet,
I become the lady of the night
planning plots to take over the night,
with pen and paper as my weapon. 

Devouring the moon with
my poetic gloom,
I watch as the moon swoons
and its shadow plays. 

With each word I write
it’s wane guides my write and
clears my writer’s block. 

Upon this night I become
the lady of the night. 

Its a dark write indeed.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

By The Fire

Lovely flame,
lovely bones laying by the fire.

Two lover’s cling to the warmth
of its blaze,
embraced by its girth,
and its violent birth.

Two burning flames
consumed by its bloom.

Such passion it requires,
such passionate lover’s,
laying together within its violent covers.



© By Amanda D Shelton

Have You Ever Danced With The Devil in The Pale Moonlight

From day one,
I warned you of my heat.


Why haven’t you learned
don’t play with me,
if you can’t take the heat.


The cards are on the table son,
pick your game,
but be careful my friend,
for the devil already won.


Have you ever danced with the devil
in the pale moonlight?


His violan bayed at the moon,
as the devil danced with the shadows
on the street.


He gambles with your soul,
he makes you move your feet.


Don’t dance with the devil,
unless you can handle the heat.




© By Amanda D Shelton

A Rose

A rose once grew here,
now nothing remains
but roots and vains.

In dust and ash it lay,
Yet I loved my rose
to the end.

It greeted me on my grave.

Iifes funny that way?