Invitation To My “Quotation” In Both French & English

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

French:

“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

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Poetry

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
bribe.

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

Prayer

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)

Love

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

From
Vampires Eat Bloody Poetry
and
Bat Cave Poetry.

Beauty Of The Night

Beauty!

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

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 https://www.facebook.com/anita.moorehead.3781/posts/10156178185103260/.

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.

Beliefs!
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

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
debut.

Come over here
and I will write for you.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Inspiration

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

I Am Working On A New Drawing & I Posted A Poem

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

Your Mandy is working on a new drawing today. I am thinking about what I should draw. Boo is even in the mood to join me. She’s going to want cuddles soon. She’s a lap kitty and a cuddle bug. 😁😊 I don’t have a cat I have a cat-dog, she can be a Bat Brat too. Hahaha! ]=•) I think my cat is my biggest fan.



Here’s a short poem.

My Biggest Fan

My cat is my biggest fan,
she’s always by my side,
purrs all of the time.

I am ma,
as she runs around
yelling for me.

Every morning it’s the same
routine, I have a permanent
two year old running the scene.

Watch out for your purses lady’s,
for my cat likes to check
your luggage before you leave.

She’ll show you her toy boxes,
her hiding places are no secret,
she’s a nanny trying to keep
my house clean.

She’s more like a dog,
she waits for me everytime I leave,
I come home and she’s still
setting in the same spot
as she did before I left.

My cat is my biggest fan.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Live

Like babbling brooks,
we once flowed like rivers
touching each other’s banks. 

Slowly life rushed us through,
crashing us against the rocks,
causing our rapids to rage,
as we collide our rivers grew. 

Live, love, eat, and die
like the rivers do.
We leave behind
scares and grooves
creating valley’s and canals,
a memorial from our experiences. 

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

The Suffers Web

Running fast but
going nowhere faster,
exhausted, ruined, and mulch
life can seem like all of these things.

Slowly decaying,
melting away
with unforgiving age
chipping away.

Broken motherboard,
beeping for attention,
sending unwanted codes
to the network that doesn’t
work like it use to.

Wreckless rebel building
conquests from babbling
networks that slowly
give no interest to the server.

This is the suffers web.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Moving On From Suffering

Life can be hard,
Life can seem heavy at times.

Life can be like a fog,
rolling over your parade
so no one can see
the floats going by.

But once it rains,
once you get rest and clean,
life can seem like
a cool breeze
or a slowing rollercoaster
ready to release for
the next passengers.

Patience is what we need,
also love from everyone
and God.

This too shall pass
just try to remember
where you came from
and where you want
to head from now.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

“To recovery to discovery, life is taken stride by stride, moment by moment. You might get cut alone the way but wound’s heal and stragthen.” © 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I wrote this for a friend.

Update & A Practice Drawing

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

Today was an awesome day, my sister took me to our parents grave site. I got to say goodbye and I love you. We scattered ashes of both our family dogs who we loved very much. They both passed away from old age. We watered them so they can help the plants grow. It’s the circle of life. Now Mom and Boby Ray are together with Sparky and Lambert. I miss them very much. I finally cried while my sister and I shared memories over brunch. It takes me a little while to experience emotions because I am more of a logical thinker than emotional. Though I deal with things quickly now that I am older. I am glad because life was so much harder when I was learning how to deal with my disabilities. I love being an adult with responsibilities. 😁 Thank you to everyone who supported me and those who still do. Thank you to Mental Health, and the health care system. You all contribute to my care and well-being. If you tell me I can’t, I will prove you wrong by doing better than everyone else. I will climb a mountain if I have to. I will free dive in the ocean if I want to. I will ride the biggest wave if I choose to. I will survive, as I was born to.

Moving on…

Here’s a practice drawing of a hand, I finished this just awhile ago. I know it looks off a bit but it’s just a practice drawing so there’s a lot of flaws. I hope you enjoy.

“Be beautiful and bold, and don’t forget to shine like the star you are.” – © 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Neglected Shadow

I am like a shadow to your life,
but one that carries your strife.

You slice me open with your
lack of care, you push me
to the side as if I wasn’t there.

You say nice things,
but never do those things.

You complain about everything,
you are loud when I need silence.

You never gave me
the support I need.

You used me but never
give me the time I need.

You are selfish and needy,
you act jealous and greedy.

I feel confined and used,
like a par of holy shoe’s.

I feel like I am a prick
to your time and space,
for you have complained about
being here for me and
that you don’t have time for it.

I got sick and you make
me feel guilty for it.

You say sorry but never show it.

You broke my heart,
you damaged my trust,
you threw me away.

You pushed me over the edge
only to watch me fall,
and laugh as I fell.

You shut me off,
as if you think I have no feelings,
as if you saw me as one of your
computer’s.

You broke my motherboard,
left me in pieces,
you are more willing to fix your electronics then our relationship.

I am lonely and neglected,
you turned your back
while I cried.
You never were there,
like you said you would be.

I can’t rely on you for nothing,
you would rather just
stand there and do nothing.
That’s exactly what you have done,
while I was left crying and
bare.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

To Seany, you haven’t been loving and supportive. You hurt me. 😔

I Am Blessed

I am not alone,
for Angles are always around me.

Their guidance is shown
through my faith and trust,
and through my exceptance
I have never walked alone.

I have trust in the Lord,
my prayers never fall on deaf ears,
for my God hears everything
even when I am silent he knows what
my heart desires the most.

I am blessed; I have always known.
I have never walked alone for
my Lord has blessed me with
my life, heart, soul, and mind.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

The Rain

I ponder on the wild wind,
it carried my thoughts
to places I’ve never been.

Dripping dew from morning grass,
reflect my mood through
it’s beaming shimmers.

I love the smell of the
rain, it sooths my soul
and makes my heart sing.

I will remember when it rained.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Lost But Not Forgotten

My stepdad passed away a few days ago. I wrote this poem and waiting until I was strong enough to share it. I am ready now.



Forgotten you are not,
but lost you are.

My heart quickened when I heard
the news of your passing.

I wanted to say so many things to you
but sadly with a heavy heart
I have to let you go.

I have suffered many broken heart’s,
I have collected my losses in my jars of broken dreams.

Each one I protected;
I bared my soul for all
whom I love, I suffer because
I love you.

To lose a piece of your heart
is like cutting away at bare skin,
it’s raw painful and crude.
I bleed for you.

RIP Boby Ray,
you were and always will be
special to me.

Your memory lives on through everyone who reads this
and those who knew you in life.

You suffer no more pain and strife
for now you are in heaven
living a Holly life.

God speed my
beautiful friend and father.

💔

I am proud to call you my stepdad.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Respect The River’s

Respect the rivers,
that give life to the mountains.

Rushing rivers pushing life
to the tree’s,
to the valley’s they wave,
surfing marshes and meadows green.

Riding fog in the morning
and sun beams,
dew drops glistening, and
cool air brushing the tops of tree’s.

Respect the river’s edge,
it’s beautiful but dangerous.

Flow like the river flows through
the mountains,
give love to the people
who forgot to say good morning.

Be like the fog, blind the hate
and bring the love to the valley.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Web Of Strife

The strings attached to your suffering jerk, tugging at your every move.

You are found walking on the line, very closely to the edge.

You can breathe but to feel is harder as your life becomes heavy laying upon your chest.

Breathing becomes a chore, useless at times it seems. Although every living thing needs to breathe.

Suffering is like a fly caught in a spiders web, it wiggles to be free. Sadly that’s it’s key to the door of death.

I have learned how to stop wiggling, to sit for awhile longer, breathe one more time and deeply.

I might struggle at times but I know when to expect my design is perfect the way it is.

We all are flawed, we all live on the edge of our realities, moving as life pushes us forward.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Two Updates

Hello my beautiful Bat Brat’s,

l have some news about my life. First, I tried a new medication from pain management, sadly I am allergic to it. The doctor and I already knew something might happen because it has before. I am going to talk to him about sticking to the medications I have been taking for three years now. I am tired of dealing with the pain from trying new medications. I would rather live with the pain I already have.

Second, I cancelled my web store Lily Pad Stock Designs, I had to because I wasn’t making money off it and I was paying a monthly fee. Bat Brat’s is free so I can actually keep it running and I will save money.

Also I don’t recommend Payloadz to anyone because they make it very difficult to delete your account. They don’t tell you, you can’t delete your account. Even though they have a page called “Delete Account”. I will tell you how to cancel your payments through PayPal though. That’s the only way to actually stop them from stealing from you.

If you use PayPal to pay here’s the way to cancel payments to Payloadz.

  1. Long in to your PayPal
  2. Go to your activities in your account. It’s on the top menu.
  3. Click on one of Payloadz transactions.
  4. Click on the details of that transaction.
  5. You need to follow “View Billing Agreement Details” by clicking on it.
  6. On “Status” you need to click “Cancel” and agree to your actions.
  7. Your payments will stop.

I was very disappointed about this because their company promotes that they are honest and secure. When you can’t even delete your account if you choose to not use their service any longer. It’s very fishy and unsecure. They are able to steal from you because they don’t tell you how to cancel your payments. How hard would it be for them to set up a link that cancels or deletes your account and any future transactions, or at least lead people to a way to cancel future transactions? Lucky me I am smarter than they are. I research and learn quickly. Now I have given you knowledge, made you smarter too.

Knowledge is power baby! Mighter than the sword. For how can a city grow if the people are dead? Swords kill but knowledge can help things grow so grow my baby Bat Brat’s grow. 😁😊🤗♥️ Love you all. Boop!

Building The Internet

Type it out,
spread the ink,
until I am thin
smuged across your
computers screen.

Free form,
simple and clean,
without the words
you wouldn’t have this
screen,
(codes are for building the web).

Digital marketing,
advertising,
spammers damage
what admins clean.

I am the owner of this page,
I am also a writer and artist
I fell for the internet
around the age of 13.

I built websites and webpages
before I graduated from high school,
my passions for creativity
grew as I grew,
now I am free,
smarter too,
happiness found me
while I searched the internet.

Now it’s 2018 I am still
creating for the web.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I posted this at Passionate Ink. Follow the link to visit the post. Feel free to join. We are looking for members.

Burning Bridges

I walked my way through
heavy rain,
burned bridges along the way.

Through the years I suffered
pain, my bruises still raw
and hold the strife
I claim.

Over time things change
but still my soul remains
strong and bold.

I go my way burning bridges
along the way.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Goodnight Everybody

I pray for a restful night,
and sweet dreams to you all.

My you dream of your
wishes coming true,
and your heart full
with everything you desire;
so you can wake full of contentment.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Admiring The Moon

Breath taking, beyond the dawn,
around the hills,the sun melts
into an orange view.

As I wait for the moons kiss,
the sun bows closing the curtain
to invite the pending night
to take center stage.

Aww how I wait,
remembering what awaits me,
when the shadows dance, and
lengthen; I know the time has come.

My friend the moon winks
and swoons, as I admire his
white looming gloom.

The night smiles for me,
embracing the mood,
as the darkness kissed me.

Goodnight my handsome moon King,
may you sit in your darkened throne
looming over your nighty
kingdom of stars;
as you are a breath taking view.

I bow to you one last time.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

A Poet Is An Artist

A poet is an artist,
we paint with words and formats.

Our canvas is the internet,
parchment paper, a wall,
or fabric.

Our paints are pigmented with our
lives, slowly growing revealing
our strife.

With each line, we paint a grand design.

For a poet has an imagination
that has no secrets,
for us it’s easy to be honest,
special when the pen
is beaconing
for us to pick it up.

You can’t be a poet and be shy,
for who will take notice
of your grand design if
you won’t look them in the eye?

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Your Collection Of Broken Hearts

Hearts shatter so easily,
the pieces are sharp and crude.

The fragile pieces keep
cutting into my life,
making new wounds each time.

You take your knife
pushing it deeply
into my already broken life,
you screw it deeper
until there’s nothing left
for me to bleed out.

You collect my suffering
in your dirty jar’s,
savoring my last heart beat
as if waiting for another
so you can take one more slice
just incase it didn’t fell
the jars to there brem.

You have become a grim reminder,
I shouldn’t trust you
as my friend or lover.

Sadly I have been through hell
many times before,
and I have grown stronger.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

A Helping Hand

I believe in you.

I love you.

Think positive.

Don’t let life drag you under,
instead pull yourself up
with each wave
and hold on tight
for your up for a bumpy ride.

You are not alone, for I
stand at the edge of the boat
holding out my hand.

You just need to grab it
so I can help you ashore.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Guns & America

What is the problem with our Government?

They stand for business,
they stand for rich,
they stand for Selfishness,
they stand for violence,
they stand for violations,
they stand for none of us.

How can they
when they never thought about us
when guns were shooting down
our doors?

United States is what we call America,
yet our Government segregates
and dominants our rights
until we can’t stand no more.

You think a gun is going to save you,
yet there are people fighting for their lives because of guns that are not being controlled properly by our own Government.

For what? Oh for people’s right to carry a weapon?
When why do you need a gun
if you are not a
military, police officer, or lawmen?

What is wrong with you?
You can’t see the death and destruction before you?
That you caused!
Do to the lack of restrictions.

Shame on you!

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Goodnight Poem

Heavy beath as the moon pulls
your tired eyes closer to its sky.

Lifting your mind beyond the horizon,
you drift away on a dreamy cloud.

As it starts to fade,
you go in and out,
you began to wake as you slowly
fall from your deamy cloud.

Goodnight sweat dreamer,
may you have peaceful sleep,
and creative dreams to guide you
through to the waking hour.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton.

I Regret Falling For You

I fell hard, but you dropped me harder.

I begged for your attention,
I should have known better,
no one should have to
beg for respect.

If you care about someone,
why would you do things to hurt them?

I have been neglected by you,
I have been told
how ugly you really think I am.

After all the suffering you put me through, you still keep hitting me through and through.

I have been bleeding for you,
yet you don’t care.
You just keep slashing
and bashing me into your
endless lies.

I haven’t been loved by you,
I have been judged
and criticised by you.

You say your excuses
just to justify your choices,
even though there’s no uses
for your abuse’s.

I have scares that haven’t healed,
because I never had time to.

You go for one hit,
then you go for another
before I can stand again.

You blame me for your lack
of interest, and entertainment,
yet I tried to give you my time.
You neglected it.

You want perfection,
when none is possible,
you are unfair to those
who can’t afford it.

You bring your selfishness
to the table, but you never
eat it, even though it’s there.

I cried while you ran away
from nothing, you assume
I don’t care because
you choose not to be
here when I needed you.

I have tried but you never cared to.

You lied about how much
you love me,
you said you needed me
yet you never stayed
when I ask you to.

You used love to hurt me,
after I am crying
you stepped on my heart
once again.

I bared myself to you,
you flinched as if I hurt you.
I never had the chance
to touch you.

You complained about
the way I spoke,
you never told me
how beautiful you think
I am, instead you used me.

I couldn’t stop you,
you said I did yet
I can’t because
I am unable to move
like you claim I do.

You are blinded by
your own selfish wants,
you burn me until I am ashes.

You give me no choices,
after I gave you so many chances.

I was bullied and blamed,
as you cast me into your flames.

Without remorse you cut and
pasted your needless desires,
telling me it’s in my name.

I have given you my last crumb,
you still wanting more
even though I have none.

I emptied my heart to you,
only to have you dump it out.

You don’t care about the pain
and suffering you put me through.

You wanting your way,
so you took everything
with you.

Goodbye my love,
I hope you remember everything we had.

I will never forget what
you have done because
you stole it all and
you took my heart with you
in chains.

💔

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Portrayed

Portrayed



 

Wind, portrayed by
the bending trees
and flying leafs.

Rain, portrayed by
water collecting
on my window,
car’s swooshing by
picking up the muddy road.

Clouds, portrayed by
gray cotton balls
heavy with moisture,
fog blinding the traffic lights,
a chilly breath
creeps up your spine.

Coffee, portrayed by
its sent of floral beans
brewed to perfection,
and brown cream foaming
at the rim of your mug.

Morning, portrayed by
the rising sun beaming
beautiful shimmers
of dew covered grass,
and birds chirping.

Mountains, portrayed by
cascades of water over large rocks
facing a valley,a river pushing through the folding passes
of looming peeks covered
in green and brown, and tree’s.

Beauty, portrayed by
a look, a reflection
of self or others.

Poetry, portrayed by
word’s, format, and skill
but has no real grammar.

Life, portrayed by
decay, change, struggle,
and scares.

Me, portrayed by
my writing, personality, grace, sometimes suffering.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

You Are

You are my bud to my rose,
you are my breath to my life,
you are my coo to my caw,
you are my shadow
to my morning sun,
you are my path
to my destination,
you are my cream
to my coffee.

You are many things
to my life,
you add structure
and texture to my ever
changing world.

You give me reason for living,
you add demintion to my understanding.

You give meaning to my quest,
my journey will never be a bore
not with you aboard.

You are my desire,
my reasoning and
the only one who forever holds
the key to the chambers of my heart.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Our Love

Between the times we are together
and apart my heart waits patiently
but eager for your returning.
Time is like a shadow,
I can’t see it but I know it’s there,
our love can seem the same.

Like unforgiving waves
the destination is always the same,
I crash upon your shores,
like a storm you crash into mine.

We need not climb alone,
for we’ve got a forever home
inside each other’s arms.

Love is like a stone,
it can seem hard at times,
but it takes thousands of years
to degrade.
Our love is the same.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

To my Seanisko, my Seany, my love. ♥️

Faithfully Friend

I bow my head in prayer,
as you bend your Godly ear
you hear my sinfull crys.

God: My child!

Me: you call me
by name only,
though I never took pride
in such a thing
as my name.

God: I hear your crys clearly
in the dead of night.

Me: You remind me of who I am,
what you want me to become;
to become your faithfully friend.

I understand,
though I want like everyone else
to become more than just a name.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Savage Heart

Like a dagger tearing
through my chest,
you slash and break
everything I hold
inside the chamber
of my heart.

Your words are
like burning embers,
they scar and maim
my fragile heart.

With your wicked tung
comes wicked words,
hurtful and damaging,
careless and savage.

What makes it hurt worse,
I love you.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Vintage Flowers

Decay quickly took you away,
you faded into a forgotten perfume,
old fashioned wrinkled and ragged;
you started to molt
you slowly turned into mulch.
Sadly you became ashes,
you blacked the pages of a book,
you crisped up;
Slowly but surely
you became vintage.

Broken Pieces

Its to late this is not the answer,
I can’t pull you in with just
my poetry and word’s alone.

I fell apart so many times before,
shattered dreams,
I dreamt of being like everyone else.
I broke my heart, thinking
I should be ashamed for not
being like you.

I learned my shadow never bent
like yours,
instead I collected and created
my own home,
invited you inside
so I can be comfortable for a change.

I learned how to love my differences,
and except yours.

I stopped eating society’s rules,
made my own but added to yours.

I will never be what you
expected, you are living a lie
if you think I should.

Life never promised you perfection,
I will never be what you expected.

I don’t care anymore if I am judged,
I have learned it’s not my fault
people push and shove, trying to
mold us to bent and break us.

I will never break because
I have already been bent in different ways.

I will never bend in such a way,
you will have to go your own way,
I will just sit here waiting for you.

I picked up my broken pieces,
built my foundation and glued
my life back together.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Happy Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day
From: Me
To: You

I am hoping,
wishful thinking,
of a place where
everyone is happy.

I am hoping,
some what wishing,
my heart romancing about you.

There once was a place
where everyone
held a smile on their face,
but one dreary day,
the clouds drew a gray sky
as every body gazed
upward to the sky,
the clouds rolled over
revealing their silver linings,
it broke and sadness
fell from their eyes.

It rained for years, with tears in every eye.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Autistic

Autistic are we,
who think with imagery.

Silent minds are not stupid,
we just don’t need annoying
voices to help us think.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

My Shadow Friend

The shadows lengthen
and slowly stretch
across this baren landscape,
they are a witness to its darkest hour.

I a lost soul,
march alongside my shadow friend.

My every step in unity
with my shadow friend,
we fought bravely for the light,
until the dawn
brought her blinding light.

The shadows grow,
as the day goes
running fast and steady,
the sun fades away,
the moon comes to play.

Goodbye my shadow friend,
until the next day;
I will not forget our relationship.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Painful Life

Having chronic pain
and no pain relief
is like living hell.

Welcome to my chronic life,
where my skin burns
and my feet roll.

Like walking on prickly coals
and rocky mountain terrain
without shoe’s.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Poetic Crossing

I write poetry,
I also write emotions
that I find difficult to express. 

Emotions on the ocean,
ride the rolling tides,
like a wave washing ashore
its life, that lives
in its depths. 

It gave birth to a poetic format,
emotions too high to express
through a voice. 

I come to a crossroads
between emotions and me,
I always share openly.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

The Medium

Unseen by many
but I am not blind.

A ghost is of course
nothing but a nick in time,
a wound left behind
by a life birthed
from water and blood.

Its scares can be seen
if only you opened your mind
to the possibility.

I see what most can’t
because I can imagine the possibilities.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Ghost Adventures

Silence is never a choice,
once your dead
even your memory screams.

A chilling breath worthy
to catch, a fearful mind
is a caldron of ghoulish
times.

A lost soul never truly dies,
for we all leave something behind.

Ghosts and you
there’s no difference
between the two.

You think you have a longer time,
sadly you don’t really know
when it’s your time.

Boo! Someday that will be you.

An EVP,
a video recording of a misty mass.

Who knows really?

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Poetry Is My Passion

Of burning delights my
kindling ignites the flame
that burns beyond my mind.

Such passion burns
like the hottest
embers red and heated.

I burn for poetry
as it scares my soul
with it’s lashing tounge.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

The Graveyard Shift Quotes & Poems For The Gothic Inclined (First Ink)

I am working on a new project. I call it “The Graveyard Shift Quotes & Poems For The Gothic Inclined” and this is the first ink for my project.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Vanity Vampire Walks The Morrow Until Today

Shadows slowly stretch
over the ground,
as the sun sets
upon the pending night.

All daylight creatures
begin their silent sleep,
while the creatures
of the night awaken.

With ghoulish pride
the vampire rides the chilling night,
as the moon pulls the tides
from its gravity.

A fog rolls over rooftops
and hills become a graveyard
for the cold night air.

A misty frame
bent over and grim,
strides upon
the stone walls,
humans know nothing
of the monsters outside.

A vanity so fair
but a bloody affair
is all they wear,
and no reflection
do they manage.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

From my Gothic collection
“Vampires Eat Bloody Poetry”

Gothic Meal

Sitting down to a Gothic meal,
roasted paper for
soaking up dark poetics.

For the Gothic poet eats
ashes and blood stained poetry.

The parchment has yellowed,
causing a grungy texture to
my format.

I a poet have a darker vision
to a morbid stuffing recipe
for Gothic lore and
a darker side of my
poetics.

Your mind eats from my
darker side, as you read
my Gothic eulogy.

Without poetry I am dead inside.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Grinding Life

Do you find it hard to
live in flesh and bone,
slowly grinding as life chips away?

In the end
we all become ghosts,
some of us learn to expect
our fate.

I am one of them.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Autism

“What is it like to have an autistic brain? This poem will explain what it’s like for me.”



I am autistic,
I was born this way.

My brain is wired differently
than yours,
I can’t change who I am
just to fit in with yours.

My mind is brutally honest,
straight forward and on the line,
I promise and I follow through.

I see color like fireworks
bursting through the sky,
light washes everything
with bleached out colors.

I can imagine what’s beyond the horizon,
the possibilities are endless
if you can get past your
closed mindedness.

I once took a leap from my mind,
because I felt trapped inside.

I thought I wanted what you have,
I wanted something normal,
then I learned what normal is.

Normal is a common angle,
I can never be that,
so I quit trying.

I excepted that,
I am who I am and
I should be okay with that.

I don’t think with a voice,
instead I think through imagery
similar to a 3d printer.

I had to learn how to express myself
through poetry, do to the fact
I couldn’t speak like you.

My life started out in silence,
slowly I grew into the noises around me.

I am autistic
you will have to be okay
with that
because nothing is going
to change my DNA,
and I’ve learned to be okay with that.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

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.

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

A Theft In The Night

The shadows march on
through the night,
as the moon slowly moved on,
and the dawn stole the night.

© 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

Be Brave

You should never regret your scares.

Instead grow stronger,
be brave and you do deserve
an applause.

© 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

Living With A Monster (Update)

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

Positive Quotes

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.

Henceforth I Bring You Hope

Beyond a thousand year’s
we become the star travelers, insurance for our future
we strive for the sky’s above
(higher we go).

Made of gold and silver,
the human spirit flown,
like a lost star we blow
breaking the silence
of the vastness of space.

We fell slowly from the sky,
shimmy down below, like snow
covering the world with our lives.

Our fingerprints left behind,
never truly forgotten over time.

Such wishes we leave behind,
life reflects our cause.

Stars that burn forevermore,
henceforth I bring you hope.

Like an apple seed
the idea grows.
A thousand years behold,
your star fell years ago.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

I have a migraine today so hopefully it hasn’t effected my writing much. I am trying my best. Thank you for reading my work. May you be blessed and happy. You are my Bat Brats beautiful and unique. I want nothing more than your happiness to grow.

Keep Shinning Bright

Don’t regret,
remember the good and bad.

Life is too short to be worrying
if you did everything right.

Sometimes we make mistakes
and that’s alright.

Just remember to keep shinning bright.

I send you my light
as a beckon in the night.

Don’t you worry
I will help you fight.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Vampire Under The Stone

Shadows lurk far beyond the light,
where monsters live in after life.

Larger than life, with fangs
red eyes, fire burns deep,
their breath of dust and past.
Nothing is left of the original
us.

We are nothing but dust in the wind,
blown until methods become very real.
A ghost floats where life
hardened from past lives.
Together forever but not so true.
He who came from blood and sweet,
lives for morn but always torn
between light and death.

Heart beats nomore,
but love still flows.

Lay me down under the stone,
engraved with who I once was,
but never again.

Will you miss me when I have flown?

You keep returning to my stone,
yet no breath will I choke,
for all I breath is dirt.

I regret my death.

You wonder if the vampire
regrets it’s strife,
as if they relive their sins
for the rest of their eternal life.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

I came up with this poem after watching YouTube and I thought about how it effects people like the vampire once did. TV shows and movies have shown the vampire in different ways, so have book’s. I hope you enjoy.

Straight 2 The .

This is straight to the point.

There’s no 1 to get in your way,
no commas to block your views.
It’s just straight to your doe’s.

No frustrating decisions to make,
no calculations to compute,
it’s simple and easy,
so you don’t exhaust yourself.

Sometimes I think we all deserve a break,
get straight to the point,
where you are resting peaceful
in your slippers
with a cup of hot chocolate
and cookies.

Aww see now this is the life.
🤗❤ Love yourself because I do.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Please Move Forward So You Can Forgive Yourself

“I hope you are not bitter because of someone else. The hardest thing to do is to forgive yourself so you can forgive someone else. To be vengeful is never helpful, if anything it causes more damage. So please move forward so you can forgive yourself.”

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Your Blue Eyes (To My Seanisko)

Dear Seanisko,

Beyond the clouds
my heart rests peacefully,
within the banks
of your blue eyes.

Of mountains cascading
with snow and ice,
my favorite one is
your blue eyes.

Your love taught me how to fly,
my heart rests peacefully
where your blueness soaks
up my rays, seated firmly upon
my sky’s, I love your blue eyes.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Passion Of The Ice Queen

“Upon the Earth winter kissed the seasons with her ice covered lips. Leaving her chilled crown to melt on the ground so spring can hydrate her future seed’s.”

T’ Is a night of dark desire,
a song of sorrow fells the air,
the stars shine bright,
as the fog rises.
Curling, icy wisps of winter
that shrouds her brooding form,
an everlasting kiss
of frozen passion touched
her lips, so fair.
Her black hair cascades
over her pale and tragic
shoulders, and her full
Auburn eye’s watch shyly,
upon the morn where she
lays forevermore.

Now a night of duality,
I weep for such beauty,
as the winter waits no longer.

The ice Queen,
walking the white rings
of summer, autumn, and spring.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Dancing To The Beat Of A Different Drum

To relate to you,
I have to think with an abstract view.

I don’t have masks to cover myself
I am exactly what you see before you.

I have no boundaries for myself,
yet I respect that you do.

I am an honest fool,
who’s very much aware
of being the fool.

I have never lived my life
like you do,
though I have tried to,
I have learned early on;
no one can make me happy but I.

To be happy I had to let go
of my expectations,
Stop thinking everything should
move like I want it to.

I learned life isn’t about myself,
it’s about everything else,
how I live is how it moves.

I go left, life goes left too.

I might find it difficult to move
like you but I still do.
I just move with a twitch
in my step, dancing to the beat
of a different drum than you do.

I might not dance like you do
but I might dance better than you
because I am willing to learn.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Like A Jerk On The String

The universe decided,
like a jerk on the string
it tugged on me.

I became its puppet,
it became the puppeteer.

I decided to pull back,
taking the reins choosing
my own destiny.

I became the puppeteer,
pushing the jerk off the sting.

The universe had no choice
but to give up it’s place making
room for one more day.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Walking The Line

When I was younger,
life was supposed to be simple.
Sadly I am not a simple person,
my life has been painful,
full of disorderly view’s,
I never got to choose.

Slowly as I grew,
life got easier
more positive construction
than before.

What changed?

Well, I did.
I took the reins,
I took control over
my own destiny.

I set a destination,
I packed my life into
my suitcase of forgotten dreams.
Set out for my adventure
to face my battle’s.

Today I am happier than ever,
I don’t fear life because
I faced death before it
could steal my life.

I chose to fight,
I chose to live my life,
through thick and thin
I walk the line in between
fear and suffering,
never falling too far
from the line.

I am walking the line,
it might be bent oddly askew
but I am still walking through.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Ice Burg Effect

The white ice packed tightly against the mountains edge,
the ice creaked and screeched
as it rubbed against the warm air.

Slowly it started to melt,
first it hardened firm and cold,
then it broke into large pieces.

Each piece took it’s place,
as an ice burg floating around
lonely and cold.

The season blows change all over,
causing life to move.

We are like the ice burg,
floating around the Earth,
waiting for a chance
to collide with others
like ourselves.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Live Life As If You Are Dying Because You Are

Be kind to a stranger
and you might make a friend.

Lend a helping hand to someone
in need and you might build
your foundation stronger
by adding a new beam.

Be loud if you think you
are not being heard,
but respectful to anyone
in the room. You might learn
how to speak up for yourself
and people will stop to pay attention.

Don’t be shy and you might
find something amazing,
because you opened yourself
up to the possibilities.

Face your fears so you can move forward, and you might go on an adventure you always dreamed about.

Be free like a bird,
and you might find
your soul mate because
you put yourself out there
for everyone to see.

Be one with the sea
and you won’t be pulled under
the title waves, life won’t
seem so exhausting.

Live life as if you are dying
because you are going to someday.

Respect life because it won’t respect you if you don’t. Life can’t respect it’s self because life is an affect nothing else.

Be true to you and everyone else and life will seem happier and smoother.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton