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.


Cigarettes The Legal Poison

Hello Bat Brat’s,

This post is going to be a rant. First off, I hate cigarettes because they have killed a lot of people I love. Our government is allowing business to poison masses of people and animals by selling cigarettes.

Cigarettes kill more life than any other product. It causes cancer, heart deseas, high blood pressure, clogged arteries, plague to clog your lungs, and a lot more.

Don’t blame anyone but yourself if you choose to buy cigarettes. You always have a choice. To buy or not to buy cigarettes.

You want to save a life? Stop buying cigarettes, start putting the truth out into the world by telling people that they are killing everyone by buying cigarettes. It’s murder people. Our government allows business to murder people. It’s sad really.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

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

Are Negative Thoughts Harmful? | I Do Better In The Dark And I Don’t Need Much Sleep

Are negative thoughts harmful?

Hell no, if you feel bad about your bad day you have rights as a human being to express that feeling. What’s harmful is to hold it in, lying to yourself that you need to be positive to be productive. Being productive is not being positive all the time. If you have bumped your knee before do you just sit there or do you say ouch! I say ouch! My brain tells me I should rub it and do something about the pain. So I do just that.

Stress Is Not Bad For You Either. We humans need to feel stress so our brains can make better decisions. Like making a mistake, do you like making the same mistakes again and again or do you learn from them? I learn from my mistakes and I don’t think I am a failure, I think hey I just need to start over and do my best. I don’t stay on the ground after falling. I brush myself off and get up and try again. I know I can get through the hard times because I have before. The sun always rises because it’s always in the sky. That means your bad day will have to pass sometime.

I also like to live in the moment because it helps me to understand that this moment is only a nick in time, it can’t stay nor go backwards. What’s the use in dwelling on the backwards if you can’t go backwards? This is why I handle my pain so well. I know if I feel pain I need to express it by being honest and at the same time tell myself this too shall pass. I know it will because it has many times before.

Please don’t think positive thoughts are the way to live; because you need negative to understand positive and visa versa. It’s the yin and yang. I myself like to have a balance between negative and positive. Negative thoughts help me to deal with threatening situations and positive thoughts help me to deal with stressful situations. I also like to meditate at night and early in the morning.

I Don’t Need Much Sleep

I usually meditate four hours before going to bed and before I get up out of bed. I feel more relaxed and happy when I do. I then drink two bottles of water after each section. Water is very important to live a healthy lifestyle. I recommend you talking to your doctor about how much water is good for you. Everyone is different. Like myself I need more potassium and magnesium so that I can have more energy. My body eats up potassium and magnesium very quickly. I have cramps a lot because of it. I also can’t eat or drink it because my body trys to reject it. I have learned how to live with it. The doctors have tried different treatment’s to try to balance my potassium and magnesium sadly it made it worse so they quit trying. I am glad because I got tried feeling sicker. Also I thought I was depressed because I feel good in the dark. I have been told that I am not depressed. I have sensitivity to light that no one can change. I also have color blindness that causes colors to dim and brighten depending on the level of light there is. Blue is green if you add gray to the blue. Red is orange if you add white lights to the area. Also I can’t see anything on neon paper, lighting, and blacklights cause me headaches. I am a rare person indeed. I can run on two hours of sleep a night. I feel horrible if I sleep more than that. Trust me I have tried. It feels yucky. I have learned everyone is different. If you are not tired and you seem to be doing fine then there’s no problem but if people start telling you they notice changes you should see a doctor. I know I do. I have also asked my doctor’s why I can go without sleep for so long and they said because my brain is different. I have taken different tests and they can’t find anything wrong. I am just me.

I don’t stress out about little things anymore too. I have learned it’s okay to not be okay. Not everything is going to go the way I want. Once I stopped thinking it should that was the moment my life got easier to handle. To achieve happiness you have to stop expecting anything from everything. You will never be happy if you think you should always be happy. You are spoiled if you think you should be happy all the time. Who told you life is supposed to be perfect just for you? No one that’s who. Also I promise you’ll be okay. I know because I am and I have suffered just as much as you have. I have 36 year’s on my belt. I am fat with life hahahaha!

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton


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

Falling In Love

Let me mourn for the last
bit of light, that beamed through
the forlorned clouds.

With the setting of the sun
I lost your love,
as the fog rolled in
my meadows died from a cold
gush of wind (frozen).

Your lips left me scared,
your dream like kiss
left me a dying wish.

As our love bowed to the dying
beams, you can hear my heart

Free I was once but now I am
like a caged bird
begging to be free.

Love fell like the star it is,
leaving behind a burning trail.

© 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

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.

a video recording of a misty mass.

Who knows really?

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

New Selfies I Thought I Should Share

Hello Bat Brat’s,

I try to keep everyone updated so I thought I should share my recent selfies. I don’t take very many pictures of myself but I share them when I do. I don’t feel comfortable in front of the camera so I don’t take many pictures of myself. Just for you my beautiful Bat Brat’s. I love you all very much. I hope you have a great day or evening.

Two New Blog Banners

Hello Bat Brat’s,

I created these banners for promoting my new projects Bat Cave Poetry and Vampires Eat Bloody Poetry. You can also find me on Twitter @GothicMuse1. My blog is connected to it and Facebook. I do on occasion post on Twitter. I am also on Hello Poetry.

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

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

Without poetry I am dead inside.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

I Started A Web Store (Bat Brat Mandy)

Hello Bat Brat’s,

This is an update, I have been working hard past few days. I started a web store here’s the link to Bat Brat Mandy. I have already uploaded some merchandise to the store.

You can click on the picture below to view my store.

I will be making more artwork to add to the store, so please feel free to check it out.

I am working on a Gothic themed piece to add to the store as well.

On another note, I am having problems with my pain management. Medical trys their best to cause me more pain by not expecting my doctor’s subscriptions for my pain medication. Oh but they don’t have any problems giving me my muscle relaxers or antibiotics that almost killed me (drug allergies suck). Also my pain Specialist caused this trouble. All because he wanted me to lock up my medication. I can’t afford a lockbox like he wants. I think he doesn’t understand what being poor means. He said they are cheap. How is 35 dollars cheap? Maybe he’s never been without before? I don’t know.

Movie on…

I am hoping I have a better day today than yesterday. I have been suffering with migraines again. I love the weather, it’s been raining off and on this whole month. That’s probably why I have been suffering with migraines lately though. I guess that’s life. You get what you get.

Hugs to you all and blessings from your Mandy. I hope you are all well.


© 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


“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

Beautiful Lies

With one touch of your hand
I fell for your tenderness.

But with a violent jerk
you took away the tenderness
I love.

Over time, I thought
you cared about us,
but all I could find
were your lies.

Breathless beginnings,
endless lies with
doubtful bribes.

All in your favor,
you stole what was mine
(your love).

You treated my love
as if it has no meaning.

My kisses landed but
you brushed them aside.

Like daggers you cut me deep,
watching me bleed,
you then take another slice
until there’s nothing
left of me.

I have been beat
by your beautiful lies,
you are the King of lier’s,
I became your jester
too many times.

I am broken,
my pieces shattered
too thinly for it to matter.

I fought bravely
but in the end
it’s not the brave who survive,
it’s the strong and bold
who keep standing in the storm
who survive.

The break down of love
hurts, it burns like fire,
just as strong as love did
before you broke our bond.

You left me in the dust
after you set the fire.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

To my love.

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.

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 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.


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

The Philosophers Love The Forum’s

We philosophers find solitude
in the forums.

I march alongside the shadows
of ancient philosophers,
walking in their shoes,
sharing the same passion
of poetry and writing.

Like all the other writer’s before me,
I too share the same love for
the forums.

The great Halls of knowledge,
are held within the wall’s
of the forums.

The internet reflects that deep
need for entertainment,
and our passion has grown,
through the connection
of servers.

I believe it’s in our nature
as writer’s to want to share
and teach others what we know,
that’s why we created the forum.

The Greeks understood philosophy,
their need for entertainment was great, so great they created some of the largest forums.

It’s the circle of life,
our minds have a great want
to connect, we reflect our
passionate feelings through poetry,
art, and technology.

Here they become one.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Goodnight My Sweet Poet

Be fair and just,
don’t judge yourself too much.

We all have our flaws,
that is what makes us perfect.

I will fly upon unspoken word’s,
like a flying carpet ride waiting
for you to arrive.

There I will pick the fruit
of fulfillment and gratitude.
Make you a salad to
help you grow and prosper.

You will be like a apple tree,
once I plant your seed
there’s no stopping you
from growing.

Every word I spell,
every time I speak,
I hydrate your bloom
with my poems and artwork.

My technics are somewhat unique,
uncommon but yet normal
(for me).

I am bent but still not spent,
I am rich with knowledge
and growth.

Come connect to my roots
and we can become a system
strengthened by our
knowledge and wisdom.

Farewell my sweet poet,
may we meet again
tomorrow morning.

When the dawn is new,
the trees come up from their
bow, lifting their top’s higher
reaching for the sun.

That’s when we will meet again,
until then; goodnight my sweet poet.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Don’t Give Up

Sorrow bent her head,
cried tears that drowned
your fears.

Your dreams turned into
porcelain, slowly fell apart,
gave you a broken heart.

Your vision has been blinded
by the deeds of others
who see their needs
are more important.

You think why keep fighting?
When you should be thinking,
how can I keep fighting?

We dig a hole to plant
ourselves in solid soil,
only to find out the serounding
trees already stole the nutrients
from the soil.

Now we have to rebuild,
put the nutrients back,
see we can grow and develop
stronger roots.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton


Freedom is no longer available,
we are slaves to large corporations.

We colonized American, only to
inslave her people who lived
off its soil before cowboys
found gold and oil.

Now we have been taken by the
greedy and needy man, who
has been handed rights
to slow down the one thing
we deemed free (the internet).

You think because you have been told
America is free and bold,
that makes it true.
Yet look at you,
we have a president who came from
greed, and TV.

Who thought he could run a country?

He knows nothing of the people,
he knows business and gluttony.

Hollywood has turned into a
horror film, always on film,
those stars shine bright,
but if you look to the sky
you’ll see a darker side.

Why? Because love of money
is the root to evil.

Businesses run everything,
from the foods we eat,
clothes we wear,
the fruits we bare,
and now the internet.

How do we share when
companies have all the rights
to choose our rights?

I am ashamed of America,
I am ashamed of my people,
who stole our freedom.

Poor America it has joined
the other nations
who are corrupted
by the needful heavy man
who runs the main land
(The Government).

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

A Vampire Christmas

Tis 2:00am as fog rolled in,
the tree’s sighed and the soft
snow fell quitly outside.

The coffins bare,
the earth chilled and frozen;
this is where he lays,
deep in 9 feet of dirt felled air.

Soulless without a care,
a fool to bring suffering
to the poor humans,
who never noticed he was there.

A shadow of his former self,
he resembles nothing of himself.

Lurkering amongst the beastly
shadows, where monsters belong
to blood and bone,
the foolish break,
this fool follows his natural bent.

Intentions are of course seaking
his thirst, with an open mouth
full of gagged teeth.

He claws for insurance,
an immortals bank never drys,
forever is a long time.

So gather your affairs,
before the dawn bares witness
to your foolish pride.

The vampire is here,
come for a ride?
(it’s just you and I, I swear)
he smiles wide.

Merry Christmas my beastly friends.

© 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

Christmas Card

Hello Bat Brat’s,

Like I said in a previous post, I am working on a project for Christmas. Here’s the finished product. A Christmas Card. I used Adobe Illustrator Draw. It crashed four times while I was working. Hahahaha!

Merry Christmas you beautiful Bat Brats. I love you to the moon and back. May you be blessed this holiday season. I am. I love family and friends. I am happy.


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

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.

This Bat Brat is in the holiday spirit. I am going to draw a picture in Photoshop to try and express my holiday cheer.

I go to my dad’s on Sunday for early Christmas. We celebrate Jesus Christs birthday. We will have a cake and my dad will read from the Bible about how Jesus Christ was born. Then we will blow out the candles for Jesus. After that we will sing Carols. My heart is so feeling cozy and warm. Like I have a candle lit and my Bible is seated at the window waiting for me. 😊 I can’t wait to see everyone. Hear their voices and watch them light up to see me. It’s so cool. Family yep Boop! 🤗❤

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

“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

Hello Bat Brat’s,

This is an update about my health problems.

I found out the results yesterday. I am now waiting to give blood for the doctor to look at. I have to wait 45 minutes to get my blood draw. I am in lots of pain but I am mentally doing well so I should be okay.

I hope you all have a great day/evening. Maybe I will post a poem later today, I don’t know yet because I don’t have any ideas roaming around in my head yet. Usaully poems just pop up so I have to be patient. Inspiration sparks when I lest except it. Bless you all.

© 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

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

The Moonlight Rose Poetic Progress

You can watch me write my new book. All updates will automatically show on this document. This is but a sample so the finished product will be different.

The Moonlight Rose

The Moonlight Rose
On Midnight Delights

“Into the night we find beauty where darkness finds comfort.”

“a love or preference for night, darkness.”

But my heart soaks up the light,
enough to survive.

I am more than this moonlit creature,
I am made up of stardust, flesh,
and bone.

Yet not like the rest,
I reside beyond your wildest dreams.
Where day and night collide
is where my heart loves to hide.
I crawl up into the moons beams
to cat nap on its streams
of leftover shimmers,
as I watch you surf my dreamers.

I then roll you over my tongue
pushing you out as a poetic format.

You are my passionate rose,
blooming for me, and my love
hydrates your plumage,
as my poetic heart feeds
your dreams with my rooted logic.

Time: 12:00am

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton | The Weathering Poet |  The Moonlight Rose |  The Dark Poet Eats The Night | Gothic Muse 1.0

The Cold Kiss Of Winter

The leafs are growing colder,
curling up on the branches of the tree’s.

I can feel the air breathing
it’s cold breath on my skin.
As my body shivers
with goosebumps.

I crave coffee more
and warmer foods.

I have the heater on through out
the night and day.

I love the weather
when it cools off through the day.

It’s the cold kiss of winter
I crave, when the summer heat
takes so long to go away.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Blogging Poetry

I once was boarded up
inside my mind,
played with shadows
I thought were mine.

I felt so small
because I knew how large
life was compared to me.

I never saw the star
I was meant to be.

Until one bleak cloudy day,
I put my shadows away.

I looked up to find my way,
I saw the sky and I noticed the

I thought I want to be like those
burning lights above your head
burning brightly for all to see.

So I started blogging my poetry.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton


Digital Poetry

long winded and
breath takingly beautiful.

On this page there is
a transformation taking place,
digital ink slowly soaks
the surface of this place.

Every line takes patience
and time, it comes together
to create a rhyme.

Slowly it grows into a rising sun,
bursting forth from the seems,
like a black hole sun,
popping oodles of blooming
ink smears.

Each word takes a breath,
oozing forth from the pen.
What a formate, waiting to be read.
Slowly take life, with each
fiber it’s crossing the line.

A digital document
shared with the world,
each computer casting it’s fame.

Hello Poetry
welcome to the game.

© 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

Hello Bat Brat’s,

Welcome to the new layout of Gothic Realms Dark Visions In The Night. I am working on keeping my blog interesting and unique. I hope you enjoy.

I am going to be working on new artwork soon. I have been dealing with my pain and other health problems lately and I have to start taking it easy. I enjoy drawing with Photoshop so I have been working on new artwork. It’s very soothing and I think it lowers my blood pressure. Please keep me in your prayers and heart’s. I am having health problems that are not good. My doctor’s are working hard to figure out what is causing problems but they might not find anything. My health problems are just completed and complex.

I wish you all a Happy holidays. My God bless you all with happiness and good health.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Ode To Winter,

I love the winter,
cold, and calm.

Slowly life grows strong
and forgets about the summer

I too become somber, deep,
calm, and still; as the weather
blow’s me a chilling kiss.

I ponder deeply,
upon the mornings dawning,
while I drink my coffee.

The sky turns gray, clouds
look like soaking cotton balls
heavy with rain.

I can smell the seasons change,
wafting through the air,
reminding me of past gatherings of
my family and friends.

The food is heavier, and full felling
when the holidays are near.

I love the colder weather,
I am always prepared for the cooler

Ode to winter, and it’s
beautiful white blankets
of snow, hot chocolate,
and forgotten treditions
from long ago.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

To My Best Friend

I try so hard to be the best
person I can.

I am honest, kind, and straight to the point.

I know I can’t please everyone,
I also know that people
can be craul, and callous,
set in their ways.

I have always been the shadow,
and you the wall.
I am always there
but you seem not to care.
You stiffen and become cold,
under the slightest pressure,
you crumble under the gentlest touch.

I am like a flower,
my roots are planted firmly where I live, yet you still try placing your weed’s in my bed.

Sometimes I feel chocked by your
pushy weed’s stealing my seeds.

I am so small sometimes,
I feel like a whisper in the wind,
instead of a mighty Rawwr!

You have pushed me to the side,
like an unwanted enemy
ready to charge.

When I have no weapons
nor do I pose a threat.

All I want is to live in harmony
with you and my life.

I guess you and I
are not on the same page,
you still need time to grow
and find your way.

I am patient,
I know how to wait,
I have been waiting most of my life.

You mean a lot to me,
I understand that
we don’t always see eye to eye,
but that’s not what is important.

If we weren’t individuals
life would be boarding
it would be to common
and useless for us to keep learning.

Why the sad face?
Why do you keep running?

Life isn’t going anywhere my friend.
I will always be here waiting
for you to return.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Mussing Over The Winter

There’s a chill in the air,
it covers my skin with goosebumps
and shivers.

The ground has hardened from the
cold winter breath of the colder season.

I can smell coffee brewing,
and car’s rushing by in the morning street.

The city is bustling with life,
as people scatter for their jobs
and distenation.

I am left brewing in my senses,
pondering on the moment.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Star Cross Lovers

Love me like the mountains
love the rain.
Cry me a river,
of a lovers pain,
then let me wipe away
all your salty tears.

Let your tears drizzle
down my windows panel
leaving your lovers stain,
felling my life
with your fragments of shame.

Like a brook rolling over the hills,
my life flows down
your hills of grain,
overflowing into tomorrow’s horizon,
as my sun sets
beyond today’s footfalls,
and your moon
falls into my fringing orbit.

I am the orbit
to your moon.
I will lay on your dusty suffuse.
My heart was lost there,
out in the blackness of the unknown,
floating, surfing the stars,
with my star cross lover.
I am forever lost
in your moon beams.

I will never forget
your unforgiving tears,
showing me your eyes
full of sorrow,
and pain.

Love me like the moon
loves the stars.

Cry me a river,
of falling stars.
I’ll catch them in my bucket,
so I can wish upon them
years to come.

Cry me a river,
so I can travel up your banks,
and canals.
I will gather your tears
into my pale
of fragmented love affairs.

We can be together
under the canopy
of the burning star’s
forever calling them ours.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

This An’t No Cinderella Story

Beckoning Hearts Never Beat Apart.

Fragmented love
broke free from
my caged heart.

Reeking havoc on my life,
leaving ghostly leftovers
for me to pick up.

I don’t like leftovers,
it doesn’t taste the same
after setting for a day.

Sadly most true love stories
happen after a few unhappy ending’s.

This an’t no Cinderella story,
my glass slipper broke years ago.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Sun & Moon

Smoldering embers burning in the dark,
burning brightly in the night.

Let me blow you a kiss,
a firy wish.

Our souls will sore in the sky,
like falling stars
zooming for a wish.

I will be where you are,
for we love under
the same bright stars.

The sky luminous and great,
the wish will never fade.

Oh, you are a burning flame,
an undying blaze fed by
my breathing heartache,
you are my sun
and I your moon.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

What did the ocean say to the other ocean?

Nothing they just waved.

Did you sea what I just did?
I am shore you did.

Don’t be such a beach.

Ocean jokes wave at you
beckoning you ashore,
all you sea is a wave crashing
over your head.
It’s a rolling joke.

Rarring joke’s are the best,
they are different than the rest.

Sea shells rolling up the shore,
watching Seahawks throw the wave,
as they win the game.
Its football on the beach.
(My mom’s favorite team was Seahawks because she was born in Washington) I thought it would be cool to make a joke using their name. My mom would have loved this. In her memory I rolled out some joke’s. Love you mom. I miss you more because it’s the holidays. I would be planning to visit her and my setdad for Thanksgiving. Mom would have had everybody help put up the Christmas tree.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The Chilling Song Of Winter

Auburn hills grow chill,
as the cold breath of winter
slowly rolls over kissing the tree tops.

A blanket of white
slowly covers the night.
The stars seem warmer
on a winters night.

Snow falls silent
and calm while the
winds blow their song.
Whispers travel far
over the hills and rolling fog.

Icy winter kissed the fog,
leaving ghostly perfume
of Autumn’s blushing cheeks.

This is
the chilling song of winer.

© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Love Hurts Sometimes

Bruises are not always visible,
some are under the surface.

I have been through hell and back,
took a tip through the creak,
returned with bruises.

I am stronger for the wear,
but I still have deep scares
from all I bare.

Once I thought love was
going to make me happy,
because I thought that’s
what love is.

I have learned
love isn’t always happy,
love can hurt,
love can leave you
lonely and sad.

Because love is a complex feeling.

In my experience with love,
I have seen the stars light up for me
but I have also watched
as the sun collided
with my universe
destroying everything
I held dear.

I have loved and lost
I have fought parolees spaces
of endless time,
where love seemed so far away.

I have learned how to love myself,
do to the fact that love can’t love itself.

To love is the most selfless
act there is,
because you have to give yourself to someone else
to allow it to happen.

Love isn’t about you,
love is about everything else.

Letting go of your selfish lives
so someone can love you,
that’s the hardest thing to do.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

How Sad

When I thought everything was going well,
that’s when you let me down.

You played with my heart strings,
like a jerk on the string.

You pulled me up
until I seemed strong again,
only to throw me down.

You then picked me up again,
only to throw me down.

You bruised my heart,
with your brutal jerk.

I fell down the rabbit hole,
hearing your laugh slowly fade
as I fell deeper into the pain.

You shattered my life
like a piece of tempered glass.

You washed my wound’s
only to give me another lash.

Painful love,
is painful You.

How sad.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Painful You

The pain of love,
the pain of living,
is something to bare.

I am made of flesh and blood,
my bones bare witness
to my life.

I work hard to live hard,
I breathe, and think,
I collide with time as if
I am its catalyst.

I can move but not freely,
for I am held down by choices.

Love has broken my every heartbeat,
with each thud
it pump’s through me,
like tiny needles
running through my vains,
pocking my every move.

Thud! Thud! Thud!
Each breath I take
is another painful
memory of you.
Love… Painful You! 

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Ghostly Encounter In New Orleans 

Through fire and rain
they cursed my soul,
now I still remain
where I came.

They dug my grave
caged my fame with stainless steel,
like a vampire slayen,
in New Orleans.

They sang my song
through the dusk and fog
as I rolled upon the morres
my moans softly grown.
Until the end,
misty dreams of New Orleans.

Ghoulish strides I move
through the walls
as if none excist.

You feel my presence
like a chilling kiss,
a long forgotten whisper.

Shshshshs! I am upon you,
you can’t resist my experience.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Mixed Race

Mixed race,
am I supposed to be labeled for having
white skin?

Why can’t people see the person within?

I feel sorry for those who judge others
for not fitting into their standards.

It’s sad really,
that there are still people
who can’t see past
their own point of view.

How can you learn if all you see is you?

I am a mutt just like you,
I come from a family of different cultures and diverse colors.
We all do.

There’s no difference between you and I,
expect I can see past the color of your skin.

Underneath the cover of skin we all look the same, we are human.

Black, yellow, and white
I am all of these put
into a human package.
That’s what being human is,
get use to it.

Love yourself first
so you can love someone else.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Blood Pressure Medication

You are supposed to
help me live longer,
but sadly you cause
more pain and
for me to suffer.

Starts with a pill,
ends with higher level of
pain and no time to kill.

What’s the point if
you don’t help my pain?
I guess the doctor thinks
it’s better to live longer
then comfortable.

I am lucky I am strong,
for I would have
thrown you away
the first time you caused
me more pain.

I suffer from
high blood pressure,
I also suffer from
chronic life.
Same as you my friend.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

“I fell hard,
piece by piece I crumbled.
Life slowly fell into place.”

grew into

Like a flower,
I bloomed.

I became
a weed,
I live off living.

I leave
pieces of me
I go.

Life moves
because I move,
it thinks because
I think.
Reality is possible
because I hold it inside
of my experiences.

I live
and life thrives
because I do.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Lifting Me Higher

I am no longer a slave to fear,
I suffered and struggled,
but all was lefted higher
when I let you cary me
through the fire.

I gathered my well
I built my wall’s stronger
all in your name,
I gave you all of my strife
and excepted my life.

I lived as life pushed on
harder, as is your well
and your desire.

You gave me kindling
to build my fire,
allowing my flame
to grow higher.

I have just one desire,
to live for you
and grow until
I can’t grow any higher.

You are my hope and dreams,
you bring me to my knees,
not in vain but for
strangth and exceptance.


© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton 

A prayer and poem I wrote awhile ago but never shared it. I thought maybe I should because there might be someone who needs to read it. God is the reason I survived through everything I have suffered. I never could do it alone. Once I let God have everything that’s when everything changed for the better. 

“A million stars burst forth from my chest,
for I couldn’t contain my love for the night no longer.
I am part of the night because I am made from its star dust.”

The Beauty Of The Night

The beauty of the night is the mystery of you.
My soul took flight in the middle of the night
only to be let down by the rising of the sun.

My heart ate the night,
devouring it with its wicked tongue.

Such love dwells under the cover of shadows,
only to be revealed as the sun rose over the horizon.
Sadly, such love dies turning to ashes
in the rays of the burning sun.

The love of the night
grows with such passion,
it’s black kiss blew me away.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

You can find the originals on my Tumblr @WeatheredPoetry.
These poems are part of My Dying Heart Collection.

It’s A Pirate Life For Me

Ye be warned,
to thee who steals my purse,
I will shrivel his soul
with a viscous curse.

Yoh, ho, ho,
on to the shores we go.
Booty be light in the beginning
of this night,
until the end the booty
will begin to grow,
and no longer will it be light.

Our purses will be full
before the end of this night.

Yoh, ho, ho,
and a barrel of rum
will worm your bellies,
and the seas will turn
ye all into scallywags.

Yoh, ho, ho,
this be a warning to thee,
the sea at night
be inviting to lonely pirates
like ye.
Sirens sing too pirates like ye.

Yoh, ho, ho,
it’s a pirate life for me.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

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Positive Tom Cat:
A Guide To Living A Positive Life

The Beginning Of Your Journey Uplifting Your Mood, and Patience.

To be positive is to be empowered by your mood. Uplifting your spirit by upholding a positive view, can help you think clearly and make better decisions, because to make the right decision you need a clear mind. If you are stressed you are more likely to make a bad decision. Fear and anxiety can cause you to respond hastily and without patience. So before you make a decision, you should take your time to take a deep breath three times before you head into the situation. This gives you the time to think and for your brain to get oxygen so it can function with a good quality.

Patience can be the hardest thing to learn but if you want something enough you won’t think about it as being hard. To succeed you have to face your fears of failure. Don’t think about the fall, think about the possibility of succeeding. No one would have invented the parachute if they thought about the fall. Remember the parachute is there to catch you before you fall.

“Positive Tom Cat Is My Guide
To Living A Positive Life.”

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The Tom Cat Drawing on the top of this post is my own work. Please do not steal it. If you want to use it you will have to ask me first. I worked hard on drawing it. I am going to write a book with illustrations I create. This post is part of that book.

Pushing The Dirt

I am pushing the dirt,
pile after pile,
higher and higher…

Slowly life grows heavy,
as I build higher. 

I strive for better,
as the weather blows down
each of my piles. 

I keep on pushing the dirt,
even though it has turned to mud. 

Pile after pile
I strive for higher ground,
pushing hard as life
pushes harder. 

I never give up,
I’ll never give in,
I will just have to pile in
as the mud gets higher. 

Do you think a little mud will stop me?
Not me, I will just push harder
striving for higher ground.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton


I once was able to run
nine miles a day,
now all those miles
seem so far away.

I am like a tree,
I am rooted where I stand
I am twisted up in unforgiving knots.

I know you think you understand,
but the truth is you don’t
because you can move
and use your hands.

I am stuck twisted and contorted
in ways you could never understand.

My back is bent and rusted,
my knees creak and pop,
like an old car,
but I ran out of oil for my joints
now there stuck in odd positions.
You can only imagine.

I hurt, my pain burns to the bone,
grinding hard on my every move.

I can’t move like you,
I twitch and jerk,
I shake and stutter,
my mind is full of painful clutter.

Dystonia since 1981,
I was born with a twitch, jerk,
and a stuttering switch
with every move I make.

My nickname is Mizztwitch.

© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Dystonia is a rare movement disorder. It causes odd movements and positions. It can cause your body to contort in painful ways. Like my feet they want to turn in and upward. My hands and feet cramp so do my arms and legs. I have been taken to the hospital many times before because of Dystonia. It’s unpredictable and doctor’s freak out if they have never seen a patient who suffers from it. I think anyone who has a heart would. I have had nurses break down crying because they couldn’t take away my pain. I am a very strong person because I have to be to live through everything I have.


A whisper from the past,
a life leftover from years passed. 

Some believe in you
but I find it deficalt to. 

Not because I am not open minded
but because I have trouble believing in a phantom life.  

Though I still have an open eye
just incase you decide
to reveal your ghoulish strides.  

I do hope that you will
show me the truth,
come to me when others
can see too. 

I don’t know if I believe in you. 

I believe in God and his deed’s,
also the evil devil who
steals faith from all. 

I just find it deficalt to believe
in you. 

I have seen creepy thing’s
but I also understand science
and the possibilities. 

Will I some day come back to haunt
the world, like you? 

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The Ghostly Poet

Foreboding is the ghost
lingers on forgotten smoke
( and words we forgot to speak).

A life is like a candles flame,
it burns until the candle melts
to the floor, its smoke lingers
for just awhile longer. 

A poet reminds us of the ghost
who they were and how they lived.
We are able to capture what lingers
through the night moaning loudly
for attention. 

It inspires a book.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Dust In The Wind

I have left you hope
to remember me by,
like a ghost in the wind,
I last for as long as the wind
carries me onwards
through time.

I blew away like a wish,
or a phantom kiss
seeking a cheek
so fair and far away.

I faded like an old memory
passed on through the generations
until nothing is left of the original me.

I left you hope but you found
old memories instead, a ghost.

Some day I will fade like everything usaully does over time.

Dust in the wind
that’s all I am eventually.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Broken Mind

I lost it one thought at a time,
blue, brown, and purple
a bruised mind shines.

Our minds are the most valuable
part of our bodies,
yet we shove junk into its chasm,
thinking it’s strong enough,
and deep enough to keep throwing
everything into its gray matter.

Yet we watch as time slowly steals
our previous donations to living.

Slowly it degrades,
it starts to decay,
lossing ourselves to the false
beliefs that society proclaims
to be true.

It eats you, breaks you
like a piece of moldy bread.

You fall to pieces,
laying ground for your
future endeavors,
only to loss track of your

A broken mind,
a deep well of madness,
slowly fells to the brim
of broken memories
and forgotten treditions.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The Crickets

A violin plays for the wind,
up goes the bow strumming the strings.

A symphony orchestra concert
from nature is created,
such skill and gifted are
the crickets.

A beautiful sound that comes
from a tiny insect
the color of green grass.

Don’t be fooled by it’s
beautiful song,
for they are known to eat crops
and leave damages
like no other creater.

They are famous for causing
plague in the Bible,
and grain fields to disappear
in a night.

Beware of the violins at night,
such beauty can bring fright.

The crickets love the night.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The Bounty Of Spring

Blooming alongside the flowers,
I blossomed like a daisy,
and I blushed like a rose.

My sun kissed cheeks soaked in
the morning,
as it sprinkled golden showers
upon the fields,
each blade of grass rose to the occasion soaking up the rays.

Such beautiful day’s,
I waited through the heated summer,
for the spring to once again
gaze upon the meadows
and awaken the sleeping trees.

I watched as the trees rose
from their sleeping bow,
peeking upward to the bounty
above the valley.

Her name is of giving,
perhaps a river that flow’s
once a year,
she’s called Spring.

Aw such a beautiful lady,
a bringer of renewal,
she’s part of the circle of life.

A full bounty she brings,
giving breath to the Earth,
each kiss gives a gift
a life is awoken.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton