To The Moon

I love your beams,
Your shimmer and shine.

I love your waves;
you push the tides
with your wane,
casting your reflection
upon our Ocean tides.

I love your fullness
and your curves are so divine.

I love your dusty ways,
I find you beautiful, mysterious,
elegant, and callus
in your concrete state of change.

To the moon,
I have confessed
my darkest fears,
You never laughed
nor judged me,
You always lent me your ear.

You listened to my poetry,
Without biasing;
you took no attempt
to change my formatting​
to conform to your comfort
and perfection.

You are a poem,
waiting to be written.

Ode to your beautiful format,
your haiku breathes heavily upon
my sky, reminding me to keep writing.

To the moon and back again.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Media’s Fool 

A migrating shadow,
from one wall to the next,
it watchs me as I fall asleep.

Deeper and deeper
I fall into my mind,
here I find visions
lost to the passing of time.

I see and feel time as it
skips through my open mind,
it takes me places I could never go.
It shows me things I never should know.

To be aware is a fool’s game,
you think you have control
until your body starts to age,
your mind starts to change,
media took the rains.

2017 you find it in a dream,
lost amungest long forgotten screams;
Yet it was still 2016.

To be aware is a fool’s​ dream,
all my data lost to the stream,
packed inside tiny clouds
that are larger than they seem.
Kinda like how the Terdis seems.

All my thoughts transfer into this
vast experience
3D, CGI, green screen
trick’s your eye.

All you are is a penpoint in time,
you effect it’s illusion
with your faded blue jeans and tie.
You used your credit to buy those
loss fitted jeans,
only to be fooled by advertiser’s bleam.

Oh what a fool we can seem,
reality never gives use our dream.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Hello Alice Art Collection (A Project I Am Working On)

Hello Alice Elegant Plaque



       “Hello Alice, I see you… Shshshshshsh Alice is dreaming, as for me I am a white rabbit for the evening”. 

      “Sometimes you can’t hear the ticking of the clock, other times it will drive you mad. Alice is her name and dreams are her game. I am a white rabbit showing you the way. Come on down, watch your trip it’s a long way down. Here is where you will find all the clocks who lost their time. Silence is normal but not if you are a timepiece. Tick tock, tick tock…falling into silence; as madness sat down for tea at 3:08 pm.” 


Hello Alice
Welcome to my madness


Elegant Parchment 2


Hello Alice


Clock Face


Gothic Tile Grunge Background


Hello Alice


“These pieces are from my Hello Alice Art Collection.
You can find more at Hello Alice Art Collection on DeviantArt. ”

© By Amanda D Shelton


Portrait and A Poem (Happy Mother’s Day)

With every memory we made,
with every heartbeat
we gave away.
My love will never fade,
Happy Mother’s Day.

I drew this for Mother’s Day.

In Ocean Tides Our Love Ride’s

A breath of fresh air,
is your kiss.

Your title wave crashes
upon my destint shore,
as my winds blow
towards your foaming roll,
I am caught in between
your crashing tides.

Our passionate embrace
devours our time,
leaving us with unspoken word’s,
and meaningful structure,
it builds a foundation
that can hold up to
our chaotic emotions.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Relationships Tow The Line 

Outch that hurts! 

Relationships need lots
of work,
pain, blood,
and guts.

Dig, dig deeper,
push, push harder,
pull, pull harder,
love, love stonger,
give, give more,
take, but not too much.

I have been through
many struggles
but the one I struggle with
the most is relationships.

It’s like a ship,
you have your crew
and your boat
needs you to.

You can’t handle the
ropes by your self,
without your crew
your screwed.

Sometimes you can find a loss board or twine,
you have to mend,
you have tow,
you have to give it time.

Pull, pull,
push, push,
tow, tow,
row, row,
row the boat gentle down
the drain.

Oh no lets give it one more time.

© By Amanda D Shelton

A Child’s Mind Is An Open Book

A beam of light,
a splash of color,
lingering smoke,
a book lying on the floor,
a child with a flashlight
under the covers.

A scene from a book,
I stole from the emagination​ nook,
I share my romance
I in countered while reading books undercover. 

A child’s mind is an open book waiting to be descovered. 

© By Amanda D Shelton 

William Blake Night

William Blake


From Songs of Innocence

The sun descending in the West,
the evening star does shine;
the birds are silent in their nest,
and I must seek for mine.

The moon, like a flower in heaven’s high bower,
with silent delight,
sits and smiles on the night.

Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
where flocks have took delight,
where lambs have nibbled,
silent moves the feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
and joy without ceasing,
on each bud and blossom,
and each sleeping bosom.
They look in every
thoughtless nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
to keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
that should have been
they pour sleep
on their head,
and sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers
howl for prey,
they pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
and keep them from the sheep.
but, if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
receive each mild spirit,
new worlds to inherit.
and there the lion’s ruddy
eyes Shall flow with tears
of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
and walking round the fold:
‘Wrath by His meekness,
and, by His health, sickness,
is driven away From our immortal day.
‘And now beside thee,
bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
or think on Him who bore
thy name,
graze after thee,
and weep.
For, washed in life’s river,
my bright mane for ever
shall shine like the gold,
as I guard o’er the fold.’

Sky Parchment Adventures 

The sky is an old parchment
that the sun, moon, and stars use too​ write to their muse.

Writing down their
wishes and dreams,
as they leave their
smudges and marks
for all to see.

What an adventure that would be.