Love For The Night (Poems From, My Dying Heart Collection)

“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

Positive Tom Cat A Guide To Living A Positive Life

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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