Mom I Will Always Miss You

She left me on a tear drop,
I can still remember her voice,
as if she spoke to me
through her tears.

She took with her my fears,
my love flew by her side,
my heart stayed behind.

I will always remember her smile,
her hair, and her eyes,
blue like the ocean tides.

I will always remember
how she held me while I cried,
she wiped my tears,
helped me fight my fears.

Aw my mother,
she flew to heaven
with the angels who stole her
from the Earth.

While my heart quaked,
and my life shook from it’s foundation,
I lost her in one moment.

Not a breath was wasted,
not a tear forgotten,
each one turned into a memory.

Never will she fade
for she lives on in my DNA.

She’s my mother,
mom, best friend, confidant,
and queen of all I hold dear,
she is and always will be
my mother.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

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

Cry Me A River

Tears are worse then fear,
They sting, cling,
and shows your pain.

Cry me a river,
cry me a river of pain,
cry me a river of tears;
drink from the bank’s of unstoppable sadness and fear.

Rapids rear,
beating hearts sing,
as love strikes the strings.

Breaking base,
as the drummer’s march
along the bank,
lover’s dance
as the river parts,
leaving each one separated.

River of tears flow
steady and fast,
running through the trees,
swallowing all who
stand in its path.

Love cried me a river
while I played with
its broken strings.

The river never allowed
me to pass.
As I cried a river
flooding the path.

Cry me a river of broken dreams.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Love Doesn’t Judge

Without remorse
without regret
you judged me,
I have been broken,
accused, abused,
and used by the man
who says he loves me
no matter what.

Where’s the love you talked about?
where’s the I love you?

You left me in the dirt,
broken, beaten, and bruised.

Love gives all,
but it’s how it’s used
that makes a relationship
grow or bruise.

I have been judged
by the man who said
I love you.

He has a sharp tongue,
it cuts me deep,
as he rubs his salty breath
along the edge of my pain.
Stinging my soul,
beating my faith
until none is left.

To be judged,
is a painful trail.

All I ever wanted was
to be loved.

© 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

Eternal Pain

It is a night of ethereal pain,
a song of sorrow rakes my wane,
ghosts of my past vent their howls.

The ethereal souls stir;
fog shrouds their stalking frame,
their brooding agony fallows me.

Moon beams cascade over
dark and tragic shadows,
and the sorrow of my pain
fade to gray, as my life
begins to change.

Now a night of shared tears,
I remember my pain
as a ghost remembers
their past life.

 © By Amanda D Shelton

Loneliness 

Lonely like a shadow
in shades of gray.
Lonelyness came upon me,
out of nowhere it creeped up
and sat beside me.

Like a rose time passed by
but left its perfume in this place.
A reminder of what I never did,
a reminder of my disability.

Lonelyness never gave notice to me,
lonelyness egnord,
and betrayed me.

Lonelyness buried me
within its gloom.
Lonelyness taught me
the feelings of
empty rooms,
empty hand’s,
and an empty heart


Lonelyness taught me the values of friendshipe.
But most of all lonelyness never called.

© By Amanda D Shelton

On The Sea Of Doom

On the sea of doom,
I stand upon its shores,
waiting for the dream to end.

Though the waves seem
turbulent and rough,
no surfe can take me down
without a fight.
So I stand waiting for
the right moment,
I wait for the wave
I chose to ride.

As a proe,
I surfe the highest tides
as I become one with the waves.

“I might suffer but I don’t suffer in silence. I am like a siren calling to the seamen, who stroke my pain with their fisherman hand’s. Beware of the waves I dare to bring. I will show no mercy to my suffering.”

© By Amanda D Shelton

The Candle I Once Was

I once burned like a candle,
I slowly burnt down to
the bottom of my wick.
All went dim as the flame turned
to smoke.

My ashes lingerd as my ghost
moved like the flame it once was.

This candle lost her light,
only to find a burnt match
in its grip,
waiting to light what already
molted and frayed,
my dicay slowly ran down the table,
leaving burnt marks alone the way.

This candle burnt down a life,
only to watch Jack burn his trousers
upon the flame.

Her mind lost hope
but hope always found her
in the dark,
lighting the candle with lost dreams
and forgotten wishes.

I once burned like a candle,
My hope lingered like smoke.

I never thought I would get burned by the flame that once lit my way.


© By Amanda D Shelton