Broken Heart 

My pain is deep,
it is deeply rooted
in your struggles and strife.

I suffer when you suffer
because I love you.
I hurt when you hurt
because I love you.

My heart breaks with every strike you make,
with every mean word you say,
it cuts me like a knife,
leaving scares behind.

My heart is bruised,
with feelings you abused.

My heart lays at your feet,
yet you keep stomping it
into the ground.

I am nothing to you
but a smudge of dirt on the ground.

Your word’s mean something to me,
yet you use them to hurt me.

At last, to love is to know
how to suffer,
because once that love dies
something inside us dies too.

I know because I love you,
and we are broken in two.

I will always feel an emptiness
where you use to resigned.

I will always remember the missing piece
that is you in my life.

I will grieve for you
as I do my mother who died.

Goodbye my love
my darling.
I will never forget our times together.

© By Amanda D Shelton 

“For my broken heart died while you squeezed the life from its main artery. Such sorrowful word’s are, goodbye my love.” 

He Stole My Reserve

Once upon a dreary day,
my heart was stolen;
over time it was broken.

This blue eyed boy
ran off with my heart,
only to burn it until nothing but ashes were smeared
on the ground.

He has a sharpe tongue that cute my feelings like butter.

Made me feel horrible and used, after all of his abuse.

I felt hated and accused, unloved and abused.

He never saw my love,
he never saw my pain,
he never cared enough.

My love was in vain.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Beyond Myself

I can only see beyond my own nose,
we call it the human experience.

My nose goes through a lot everyday,
and much more.

Everyday we live our lives never noticing
the tiny changes we cause and experience.

We are mostly blind,
living behind our human eyes.

Like a fly,
we clean and probe.
We cling to our lives
like tape clings to paper.

Even these words will someday be forgotten,
yet always clinging to these pages.

© By Amanda D Shelton


You have broken down my
walls of security,
with your insecureties
and your pushy ways.

You tore down my foundation,
and now my walls fell down.

You left me inside our
broken house,
as if I were nothing more
then an unwanted mouse.

This house we build with our struggles and strife,
is left fragile and weak.

You come inside with your
hammers and teeth,
tearing down every memory,
throwing away all the time
we took to gathered.

All because you couldn’t trust
my building skills as a woman
or a natural born mother.

When it is in my nature to build a stronger foundation for my future.

© By Amanda D Shelton 

Love Hurts Sometimes

Everything I build gets torn down,
everything I see runs away
before I even have time
to say anything.

Everything I have done means nothing
because no one saw.

Everything I do means nothing
because it doesn’t matter to you.

Everything I have been
broke into millions of pieces,
all for you.

Yet still I stand alone
because people
are crude, brutal, and rude.

You don’t think about me
when you are too busy in
your own mind.

You don’t think about
my feelings when you are
too busy trying to hurt mine.

There’s no love in accusations,
theres no love in
selfish pride,
there’s no love in just your time.

Love never leaves
without leaving scares behind,
love never stops because you have no time,
love is not fair nor does it care,
love can be blind,and brutal.
Love can hurt sometimes.

Yet still we clime for its highest peaks,
we try hard to find what it brings.

Though love can’t speak,
love can’t prove itself,
love can’t defend itself.
Love is still what you make of it,
that’s what makes it so divine.

© By Amanda D Shelton

I Am Disappointed

I am venting in this post.

Hello Bat Brats,

I am not feeling well today but I am doing my best. I have been thinking about something that has been weighing on my mind. I thought I should share on my blog.

I recently heard about a killing in my hometown. A couple was shot down in their  home. I believe the women survived and two children. What makes me upset about it is some people try to justify what happened by saying, at least the children art alive. As if a child’s life means more than an adult’s. I disagree full heartedly, all life is equally valuable. Does the Bible teach us one life is more valuable than another? No it teaches us not to judge others and to love others. So by people saying a child’s life is worth more than a dad or mom’s life they are judging. How does it make it right that a father died? Someone shot him inside his home. How can people justify it and be okay with it? It is very sick to think that the person who killed the father did a good thing by not killing the children. They still murdered someone. I am sickened by how people think like they do. Also just because you love someone doesn’t mean they can do no wrong or can’t be a bad person. This kind of thinking is bad for our society because how can we protect ourselves from bad people if we can’t see past our feelings? Logically anyone is capable of doing bad, evil things. It is in our nature to be sinners.


What The Bible Says About Judging Others:

Luke 6:31-36

31 Do to others as you would have them do to you. 32 “If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners love those who love them. 33 And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners do that. 34 And if you lend to those from whom you expect repayment, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, expecting to be repaid in full. 35 But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. 36 Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.

Matthew 7:1-5

1 “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you. 3 “Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4 How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5 You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.

Even if you don’t believe in God or the Bible this is still a very good lesson. How does your judgement make someone else’s choices good or bad? When you are not being fair if you think they can do no wrong just because you care about them. You can’t change someone else nor is it any of your business what your neighbor does. You are wasting your life by judging others. There is so much you are missing because you don’t take notice of yourself when you are too busy judging someone. Why worry about something you have no control of? Stop rubbernecking and start paying attention to other things that are more important to your own life. Like your family, pets, health, exc. I pray for you all as well as myself for health, happiness, and knowledge to understand right from wrong. Aman!



You Are Mistaken My Love

Do you think I don’t understand you?
That I don’t feel like you do?

Oh how wrong you are,
my friend.

For I am human like you are,
I have the same chemistry
and DNA as you,
I share the same human
experience as you.

Oh and I love you,
no matter your faults.

How is this,
that you think the way you do?

You can’t see my feelings
even though I am showing you?
I feel like
nothing releases but wind.

What a disgrace,
all you hear is static
and old call’s from your
past relationships.

Is that all I am?
I have become
a wisper in your ear,
a passing itch
already scratched?

My perfume still lingers
but you push it away,
with your bad behavior
and your pushy ways.

But being aggressive
won’t push me away,
because I understand
why you behavior in such
a way.

I see through your walls you’ve built,
I see through the jungles
you grew around yourself,
I see through your insecureties,
and the masks you create
to hide yourself.

Oh love, you are mistaken
if you think of me in such a way.
I never run away from a challenge. 

Relationships are the biggest challenge
there is in life.

© By Amanda D Shelton

” To my love Seany, who might have security problems but it doesn’t stop me from loving him.”


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

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

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

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

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

© By Amanda D Shelton

Runnel Of Poetry 

Alone I sat with my thoughts
yearning to break free,
from the cage
I built for my poetry.

Not only word’s,
not only thoughts,
not only muse’s,
not only dreams
caught in-between
my brain and teeth.

Once this poem sat
behind my teeth,
waiting to be set free.

Now it flows out of me,
like a river breaking stream.

Flowing thought, musings,
and a poetic runnel
flows steadily from me.

Such a brook my poetry
can be,
slowly breaks through
the tree’s,
creating river’s from its poetic streams,
and hills grow where
none were before.

Poetry is a growing
passion of mine,
I seem to bleed inky deeds
from my main artery.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Definition of runnel: A small stream, brook, rivulet.