Until We Meet Again

I will miss you until the dawn,
until the ocean touch’s the sun.
My heart will be waiting,
my mind will be praying
for your returning.

Goodbye my love.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

For my Seanisko.

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Madness | Rabbit Hole

Rabbit Hole

I wonder if I stumble on time
or does time stumble upon me?

Time is the affect of change,
I am part of its affect.

I am like Alice falling down
the rabbit hole,
I am always falling into time
while it is collapsing in on me.
Forever is a long time,
but we only have a lifetime
to get it right.

I thought I found the answer to life,
only to be left with more questions.
I know I have reached the end
once I run out of questions.

I am like a man on the moon,
I am isolated by my mind,
my skin changes over it’s cycle
leaving dust on everything I touch.

Ticking time,
tick’s for us all,
as we drift through its changes
and effects.

I am like Alice falling down
the rabbit hole,
in the end I find I have been
falling up and down never excited.

Tea time is every hour it is not,
and my birthday is on everyday
it is not so happy unbirthday,
come sit with me and we will
have tea. Oh dear look at the time,
I need to fly.
Bye!

We’re all mad here can’t you see?

Grin 😁

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Writing

Writing is like
a pending storm,
you never know
what will happen next.

It might pour
buckets of rain,
or it might get
cold and foggy.

Watch me dump my bucket,
I will write you a rainbow,
and make you clouds
made from cotton candy.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Cold Breath Of Winter

My window is dripping with rain drops, my day is foggy
but beautiful.

I like the cold breath of winter,
she sits upon her earthy
domain, as if to tease me
once again.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I thought I should post something positive after posting about my migraine.

Owed To This Migraine

You pound like a heartbeat
in my head, drumming a beat
of pain and dreed.

Slowly you grow,
beating harder and harder,
like a nail driving into my
nervous system.

You rattle my life
like a painful snake bite,
oh what horrible time I’ve had
with you by my side.

Owed to this migraine,
may the pain kill’s
shoot you dead.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I am having a migraine today. I think I should write this poem about it because I was thinking about it so much it was driving me crazy.

I Dreamt Of A Rainbow

I once dreamt in color
I liked it so much
I never recovered.

I dreamt of rainbows and unicorns,
stars shooting golden showers
across the night sky.

The clouds were friendly too,
until the storm’s came
washed away my dream
with gray.

In the end
the rainbow bridge
welcomed me again.

There is always a rainbow
after a storm.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

A Poet

Here I am again,
pushing my pen
across the line.

Line by line,
letter by letter,
I formed my prose
with constructive format.

Slowly building a rhyme,
free forming ourselves
line by line.

It’s the life of a poet,
my fingers are stained
with poetic ink,
forever a reminder
of what I am.

I am forever more
A Poet.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Sorry My Friend

Upon a promise I came,
but left on a lie.

Breathless beginnings,
mindless endings,
and regretfully declined.

A promise is nothing
without the tongue
and doings of others.

Sadly I have been pushed
aside by friendly lies.

I was told
a feather is a feather
but not a wing,
so I forgot how
to fly.

Sorry my friend,
life is hard, and
we have to push harder
to survive.

Broken Melody

My porcelain heart fell apart,
I tried to fix it but still
I am missing a few pieces.

I bow my head
as I clinched my chest,
trying to calm my beating heart;
(before it breaks free from my chest).

With each beat
my heart skips a beat,
memories flooded
as my blood pressure rises.

My porcelain heart
begins to blacken,
mold grows
where nothing is left.

Replaced by old memories,
my heart begins to sing.
Like a violin I pluck the stings,
playing a broken melody.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

In The Darkness I Burn Like A Candle

If you have barred wetness
to my darkness,
try to understand my light
is underneath the surface.
To see it you have to sit
with me for awhile.

I burn like a candle,
my flame is small
but powerful.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I am part of Mirakee through Google Play. I only joined yesterday and I already have tons of likes and followers. Here’s the original poem for this post.

A Rose

Upon unspoken words you came,
in my sweetest dreams
you left me your kiss.

Upon your perfumed memory you left
but still I can remember
your faded scent
(with clarity you will
never truly fade).

My dearest Rose,
you inspired me;
in my sweetest dreams.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Ghost Bound

I layed my soul upon the stone,
while my ghost still roamed.

Shadows danced while
my ghost took to its own.

I flew like a phantom
looking for a home,
if only I looked closer,
I was already home.

The ghost writer,
I wrote a poem
for you to remember me by.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Painful Breath

My lounges remind me of my limits.

Each inhale I struggle with,
choking on this morning breath,
dying for the nightly sky
to take away my burning flesh.

Sadly I have no tears
for the clouds stole
my fears.

I a wondering soul,
lost my breath to the Sea,
where I jumped so easily.

None do I regret,
for I made up my mind
year’s before it was my time.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Boiling Poetry

Like a fireplace of passion,
my poetry was birthed from
my blazing soul.

It poured out like lava
hot and ready to be formatted.

My ink boiled and plotted,
it coiled itself around my heart,
like a weed trying to grow
uncontrollable and ready to
bare me fruit.

I planted my seed,
like an apple tree,
it grew and rooted inside
my mind.

It gave birth to
boiling poetry.

My mind is full of
apple cider poetry,
its bitter sweet,
ready to eat.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Like The Rest

I walk amongst the shadows
but never was I one of them.

I couldn’t see the stars
or the sky,
for I was like fog.

I blinded all who came
to my front,
I fogged their minds
with my chilled breath.

I couldn’t figure out
what was left.

I wanted to be a shadow
like all the rest,
sadly I will never be like
the rest.

I am unique,
I am free,
I am me,
I am autistic
and I can’t conform like you can.

My views are unique,
my brain is wired differently.

I will never be like
the rest, doesn’t matter
how much I protest.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Give Me A Place For Inspiration To Write Poetry

“Oh what poetry I would write, if I only could find a foggy night and a cool breeze to set me at ease.”

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton



I already posted this on my Tumblr.
I thought my Bat Brat reader’s would like to read it, so I am posting it here as well.

Pain

I am made of nervous needles,
fever’s, and chills,
my goal is to
cause discomfort,
and sickness.

I am chronic, needless,
sometimes useless,
and wasted time.

I communicate with neurons,
and cell’s,
causing nervousness,
and spell’s.

I am pain.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Writing Is My Passion

To write is like,
a powerful emotion that has
no words to explain it.

I have a passion to write,
like I have no choice
to want to write.

Poetry is a formate,
a type of writing I am good at.

Writing a novel is harder,
for how can I put all
my passion into a novel
without losing its patience
and feeling? I can’t.

It’s like bottling up something
that’s too large for the container.
It over flows to the next pages
until you have too many
for a novel.

I am pretty sure if I was to
write a book,
I would have to write
more than one.

I have more poems inside my mind,
waiting for inspiration
to push it over the edge
until I write it down.

I am patient,
I know when to write,
I also know when
is a good time
for getting likes
and followers.

Most of the time I post
not to please you,
but to release my mind
from the pressure.

I have a passion like no other,
it’s counted by the letter,
each line is devoured by the next.
Until you have a page full of
prose and my unique format.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Good Gothic morning,

How are you my beautiful Bat Brat’s? This post is going to be about updates and a few knowledgeable quotes.

Update from Gothic Realms Amanda Shelton’s life

Welcome to my domain Bat Brat’s. I am feeling better today. I have been doing a lot more than usual past month because of the holidays. Yesterday my body finally settled into the pain of doing a bit more activity. Today I am not so bad. I am able to set in my chair and write this post. That’s pretty good compared to yesterday where I couldn’t even get up without crying in pain. I should say moaning like a ghost who lost her mind. Today that pain is the ghost. 👻 Hahahaha! Boo!

I got blood test results from my pain Specialist too. It says I have inflammation in my blood. From unknown sources. I think it’s the fibromyalgia and the cyst’s I carry through out my body. I have autoamun deseas so that is another source of inflammation.

Living With A Monster (Addiction)

I have a boyfriend who is living with a monster inside his head (addiction). I call the deseas of addiction a monster because I grew up with my family who suffers from the deseas. It was like living with Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde, you never knew when Mr Hyde would pop in for a visit. Now I am with a man who suffers from the deseas. I am learning how to be strong and not try to control the situation. I have learned a very hard lesson. You can’t change or control an addict. Only the addict can control his or her own behavior by admitting and then excepting their deseas. I had to let him deal with his behavior and stop blaming myself. I set boundaries that I didn’t have before with him. I have to be selfless by letting him go. We are still together but there has been a lot of changes to our relationship because of this monster he carries inside of himself. When he forgets its there that’s when it shows its true nature. I have learned not to forget that the monster is always going to be part of our lives. I have also learned how to love myself and protect myself from future damages from the monster. We have support now because I know from my past that no one can deal with the monster of addiction alone. That’s why there is AA, NA, and other types of support groups. I grew up with AA, and NA being a constant support for my mom and brother as well as for myself. I am the only one who doesn’t suffer from the deseas of addiction in my family. I am and was too sick to care about doing drug’s, drinking, or anything else but dealing with my own monsters (mental illness, rare movement disorder, and chronic allergies). I guess having autism also gave me a different way of thinking because I do believe it is the reason I don’t have an addiction. My brain functions differently than yours. I did try smoking it didn’t make me want to keep doing it. I wanted to throw up instead. Same with alcohol, after one glass I am over the toilet seat and my stomach in the toilet. I am allergic to alcohol. I found out when I was younger. Yuck! 😷



“To love someone who suffers from addiction, you have to be able to see past their monster. Grrr!”

– Amanda D Shelton



“Don’t become the problem, instead become stronger by being honest to yourself. You can’t change or control addiction, you can only learn how to live with the monster. Also don’t blame yourself for the addicts behavior. Take responsibility for yourself not the addict. Learn how to love yourself.”

– Amanda D Shelton



” The hardest lesson addiction has taught me, is how to stand up for my own happiness. By not opening the door when my gut tells me I should run.”

– Amanda D Shelton



© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Visions Of Christmas

Street’s covered with
blankets of snow,
flacks landing on your nose,
shivers of cold runs

down your spine.

Family’s gathering to collaborate
the season, as it blows
cold and frozen at the door.

Like a fire burning warm, safe,
and calm we gather here
to collaborate.

Hot chocolate cooking on the stove,
with ginger cookies,

decorated with white frosting,
and sprinkles for his

nose and eyes;
replace coal and uneatable woes
from the past.
Those cookies make you
forget about your past regret.

Tis the season to be Joly
and bright as winter cover’s
the night.

Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The farther backward you can look, the farther forward you are
likely to see.

– By Winston Churchill


Look farther back and you will
find more possiblties for the future.

– By Amanda D Shelton


Keep to the moment but remember the past as being just what it is.

– By Amanda D Shelton


Life can’t go backwards
so go forwards with patience
and wisely, that way you won’t
have very many regrets.

– By Amanda D Shelton


Be like a surf, you ride the waves
but never underneath.

– By Amanda D Shelton

I Am An Autistic Poet

I knock it out of the ballpark
by expressing myself with
just a few words.

I write poetry to show my emotions
that I have trouble expressing
through my actions.

I am autistic and my brain is wired differently than yours.
Emotions are like the ocean,
my tides might rise higher than yours.

I have learned how to ride the waves,
like a pro I surf as I ride with pride.

I am a poet not by choice but
by chance because I am an autistic poet and emotions are my tool.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Beacon I am

I might suffer
but I sure know how to fight.

I can up hold my own,
like a squirrel holds
onto their acorns,
I hold onto my life.

I don’t care to argue,
but I will put up a fight,
standing tall
for I am a mighty force
to be reckoned with.

Like lightning,
I know where to strike
I leave my mark,
I make my stand.

I am a beacon in the night,
you may use me but with
caution and care,
I then will burn brightly
for year’s to come.

I am embers burning through
the coldest winters,
my heat radian through the
night air,
giving you a 180° view.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Definition of Radian: a unit of angle, equal to an angle at the center of a circle whose arc is equal in length to the radius.