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

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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

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

Depression Is…

The ghost of depression
will always haunt me,
it follows me today
until the end of yesterday.

It reminds me of my fault’s,
it calls without living it’s name,
it scares deeply,
saying sorry but still recalling.

It’s deep, dark, thick,
and suffocating.

Depression is a black hole
waiting on the outskirts
of the universe,
to consume happiness.

Depression never lets go,
it chockes you,
it burns your dreams,
it suffocates you with its
pitch black mood.

In the end its up to you
to keep fighting.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

The Perfect Anxiety Attack 

Breathe you say,
slowly you say,
calm you say.

Instead the drumming begins,
a rush of fear consumes me,
each ear opens wide to hear
the rushing blood pressure
pumping through my senses.

Heart beats turn into heartache,
drumlins turn into orchestras,
pumping blood turns into rivers
of pressure pulsating
through my body.

Fear over taking
each move I make.
Anxiety came down like
a house of matches,
burning foundation’s
of functional wall’s,
once stood tall and strong
now crumbles to nothing.

How perfect is that,
an anxiety attack.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

I once suffered from severe anxiety. I have learned how to deal with situations that can cause me to have anxiety attacks. I am glad I did. I am free from Anxiety Attacks, for four years now.

 

Time And Struggles (Hello, Alice Is Away May I Take Your Message?)

Struggling is servival,
to be tied down
is to struggle to move.

I know the feeling very well,
I can’t move like you,
I don’t think like you,
I don’t grow up right like you,
I don’t give up so quickly
like you do,
I fight.

I grow through the wall’s,
I jump highper in my mind,
I run through time,
in my imagination there is no restrictions of time,
there is no mountain
that won’t move for me.

Time is a ticking ruler
measuring my decay,
it’s a testimony to aging,
a face with awkward hand’s,
one smaller than the other,
going in circles,
one tick at a time I go crazy.

Hello Alice, how are you today?
Oh I am decaying at a slow rate,
soon all that will be left of me
are a pile of bones.

You can blow me away,
like a wish you can only
use me once.

Beep! please leave your message after the beep and I will do my best to get back to you.

Oops I forgot to save the beep for last.
Alice didn’t last…

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

“Crazy running through the streets, striping mind’s from media lies. I come through the static as white light runs your lives. Crazy is as crazy does.”

I was bored so I decided to write this. It’s just for fun.

Bruised Heart Lost Its Flow

My heart is sore,
it’s hard for me to breathe
at times.

You seem not to care
sometimes,
I don’t understand your need
for more,
or your need to push
and bully.

Life never slows down for you,
life never speeds up for you,
you have to go in the direction life chose for you.

Once you stop fighting it’s flow,
life will seem easier,
and more precious then ever before.

Life trys to teach you patience,
it trys teaching you how to grow,
but it is up to you where you go.

I am always behind you,
never do you put my needs
to the front of the line.

You act as if you think life should stop for you, as if you don’t have time.

You have more than you know my friend, you have more than most do.

You don’t even have to work for a dime,
or wait for others to take care of you.

You don’t seem to notice
all the time I have given to us.

You seem to notice everything
you think you lack,
instead of remembering
all our good times
we’ve had.

I wish I could open your eyes
show you everything you have.

I think it wouldn’t matter to you though
because you hardly see past
your nose.

Half of the time,
I don’t know if I can trust you,
I don’t know if I should.

Should I be questioning myself
or should I let you go?

It’s hard sometimes.

My heart is sore,
and my mind is tired.

I think you don’t care,
you only see yourself in such times like these.

All I can do is pray for you,
while I am on my knees
crying for you.

© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

“I pray for my heart that he will come back to me. I pray he stops judging me. I pray he finds peace.”  

Life’s Destination

All this that is left of me,
is debris of what happened to me.
I chose to pick up the pieces,
glue together what I can.

Life, life is not all suffering through.
Life is beautiful,
it can mold and shape you.

It can carry you beyond
your wildest dreams,
it can cause you to
move and grow.

Life is beautiful,
it becomes what you define it,
it pushes you to your limits.

It can strengthen or break you.

It all depends on your mind
and definition.
It depends on your reaction
and direction.

Life can divide you in two,
or keep you together
like grapes on the vine.

It’s all up to you.

How will you define your life?
Will you allow it to make you
or break you?

I decided year’s ago,
I will be who I choose to be.
No one else but myself
can make me who I am meant to be.

I am, my own destination.

© 2017 Amanda Shelton | @WeatheredPoetry on Tumblr.

Mom I Will Always Miss You

She left me on a tear drop,
I can still remember her voice,
as if she spoke to me
through her tears.

She took with her my fears,
my love flew by her side,
my heart stayed behind.

I will always remember her smile,
her hair, and her eyes,
blue like the ocean tides.

I will always remember
how she held me while I cried,
she wiped my tears,
helped me fight my fears.

Aw my mother,
she flew to heaven
with the angels who stole her
from the Earth.

While my heart quaked,
and my life shook from it’s foundation,
I lost her in one moment.

Not a breath was wasted,
not a tear forgotten,
each one turned into a memory.

Never will she fade
for she lives on in my DNA.

She’s my mother,
mom, best friend, confidant,
and queen of all I hold dear,
she is and always will be
my mother.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

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