My New Campaigns Are Up And Running

Hello Bat Brat’s,

I have added new campaigns to my Bonfire stories. I also made a Gothic Realms T-shirt campaign. Also Don’t miss Coffee Lovers Delight T-shirts . I am loving #Bonfire it’s very easy to use. I do the designing while the site provides me the t-shirts. Also if you use my special link to sign up for your own account we both benefit so here’s the link: Bonfire Affiliate Link. You can also follow my store on Facebook @BatBrats and I have a Facebook page for Gothic Realms Dark Visions In The Night. I am waiting for Facebook to approve a name change for my Facebook page, so for now it’s called Gothic Muse The Shadow Rose.


Campaign List

There will be more soon. I hope you have a great day/evening.

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Dystonia Awareness T-shirts

Hello Bat Brat’s,

How are my beautiful Bat Brat’s today? I myself, I am doing okay. I have been working hard. I have made a t-shirt campaign for Dystonia Awareness. Here’s the link Dystonia Awareness T-shirts. The design is my own. I drew the butterfly awhile ago. I decided I should make money and do a good deed. You can buy Dystonia Awareness T-shirts. The money I make will go to art supplies and my forum also anything special. I have other campaigns running as well so you can check them out too.


Campaign List

There will be more soon. I hope you have a great day/evening.

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.

Boop!

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

Living With A Monster (Update)

Good Gothic morning,

How are you my beautiful Bat Brat’s? This post is going to be about updates and a few knowledgeable quotes.

Update from Gothic Realms Amanda Shelton’s life

Welcome to my domain Bat Brat’s. I am feeling better today. I have been doing a lot more than usual past month because of the holidays. Yesterday my body finally settled into the pain of doing a bit more activity. Today I am not so bad. I am able to set in my chair and write this post. That’s pretty good compared to yesterday where I couldn’t even get up without crying in pain. I should say moaning like a ghost who lost her mind. Today that pain is the ghost. 👻 Hahahaha! Boo!

I got blood test results from my pain Specialist too. It says I have inflammation in my blood. From unknown sources. I think it’s the fibromyalgia and the cyst’s I carry through out my body. I have autoamun deseas so that is another source of inflammation.

Living With A Monster (Addiction)

I have a boyfriend who is living with a monster inside his head (addiction). I call the deseas of addiction a monster because I grew up with my family who suffers from the deseas. It was like living with Doctor Jekyll and Mr Hyde, you never knew when Mr Hyde would pop in for a visit. Now I am with a man who suffers from the deseas. I am learning how to be strong and not try to control the situation. I have learned a very hard lesson. You can’t change or control an addict. Only the addict can control his or her own behavior by admitting and then excepting their deseas. I had to let him deal with his behavior and stop blaming myself. I set boundaries that I didn’t have before with him. I have to be selfless by letting him go. We are still together but there has been a lot of changes to our relationship because of this monster he carries inside of himself. When he forgets its there that’s when it shows its true nature. I have learned not to forget that the monster is always going to be part of our lives. I have also learned how to love myself and protect myself from future damages from the monster. We have support now because I know from my past that no one can deal with the monster of addiction alone. That’s why there is AA, NA, and other types of support groups. I grew up with AA, and NA being a constant support for my mom and brother as well as for myself. I am the only one who doesn’t suffer from the deseas of addiction in my family. I am and was too sick to care about doing drug’s, drinking, or anything else but dealing with my own monsters (mental illness, rare movement disorder, and chronic allergies). I guess having autism also gave me a different way of thinking because I do believe it is the reason I don’t have an addiction. My brain functions differently than yours. I did try smoking it didn’t make me want to keep doing it. I wanted to throw up instead. Same with alcohol, after one glass I am over the toilet seat and my stomach in the toilet. I am allergic to alcohol. I found out when I was younger. Yuck! 😷



“To love someone who suffers from addiction, you have to be able to see past their monster. Grrr!”

– Amanda D Shelton



“Don’t become the problem, instead become stronger by being honest to yourself. You can’t change or control addiction, you can only learn how to live with the monster. Also don’t blame yourself for the addicts behavior. Take responsibility for yourself not the addict. Learn how to love yourself.”

– Amanda D Shelton



” The hardest lesson addiction has taught me, is how to stand up for my own happiness. By not opening the door when my gut tells me I should run.”

– Amanda D Shelton



© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

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
stars.

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

Weathered,
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

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

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

Gothic Romance

Upon unspoken word’s
my heart shattered,
like a fragile flower
my life fell slowly into pieces. 

I withered under your touch. 

This heart of mine is breakable,
a life fragile like tempered glass,
it shatters under pressure. 

My love once strong now bent
and beaten, weakened by your
heartless demands. 

Bruised and beat
my heart bleeds out
under your feet. 

All that is left is cremated,
burnt to an ashy ghost
blowing in the wind. 

You became my Gothic romance. 

© 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

Structure Of Broken Love

It’s sad to be judged
by the love of your life.

You wouldn’t think
that someone you love
could do anything like that.

Because love isn’t mean,
love isn’t boastful,
love isn’t a lie,
love isn’t a beautiful day,
love isn’t a fairy tale,
love isn’t a glass slipper.

Love is complicated,
love is hard,
love is painful,
love is gooy, oozing all the time,
love is scratchy,
love is wakey,
love is full of it,
love is pushy,
love is never changing.

It is the person who uses it,
who makes it,
forms it,
sculpt it into
a piece of art,
sometimes they use
the wrong glue
so it falls apart.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Good Morning

The moon is my friend
but the sun stole him,
now I am alone wishing
to find him.

It’s dawn and
the moon is gone.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

“The morning blue’s”

Goodnight My Moonflower 

One dreary day a flower
grew in a baren landscape,
soon over grown and gray.
All the flowers rotted away,
leaving ghostly perfume
and misty dreams for those
who came to pick the flowers. 

As the night fell upon the fields
of ghostly petals,
one grew above the others.
It was a Moonflower. 

Like the others
soon the Moonflower
withered and died.
Never to set eyes on the morning sky.
Now I cry while the rain falls slowly.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Love For Water 

My favorite thing in the world
is water.
I love your blue crashing waves,
you bring me to my knees,
bowing to your rolling tides
as my heart rides.

You are always part of my,
moving through each artery
pushing life through my vains.
Coating each neroun
so I can remember you,
and write this rhyme.

Let me count the way…

  1. I love to drink you up.
  2. I love your coolness.
  3. I love your clean flavor.
  4. I love your blue color.
  5. I love your rolling tides.
  6. I love your waves,
    your curves are so divine.
  7. I love your sandy shores.
  8. I love your energy,
    you keep the lights from darkening.
  9. I love your growing shine,
    as the sun milt’s on your horizon.
  10. I love your beautiful vastness,
    your memory never dies.

I love water with a passion,
I had to share it in a rhyme.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Expressing My Write

Every poem that I write
is a testimony of what I fight.

illness,
life,
struggle,
and strife
these are the things I fight.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Love Doesn’t Judge

Without remorse
without regret
you judged me,
I have been broken,
accused, abused,
and used by the man
who says he loves me
no matter what.

Where’s the love you talked about?
where’s the I love you?

You left me in the dirt,
broken, beaten, and bruised.

Love gives all,
but it’s how it’s used
that makes a relationship
grow or bruise.

I have been judged
by the man who said
I love you.

He has a sharp tongue,
it cuts me deep,
as he rubs his salty breath
along the edge of my pain.
Stinging my soul,
beating my faith
until none is left.

To be judged,
is a painful trail.

All I ever wanted was
to be loved.

© 2017 Amanda D Shelton

Her Beauty Kills My Mood

I love the sun but unforchantly it likes to bite me leaving me itchy, foggy headed, and with red blisters all over my body. This poem is to show my love for the sun.


Her Beauty Kills My Mood

The night moves with her,
and her shadow scratches on the walls
leaving a wound inside my heart
I’m watching it bleed out before me.

A beauty with a darkened heart,
she lurks on the edge of the night.

I can’t help but to love her eternal shade,
her beauty kills my mood.

Like the full moon
she becomes a God to my waves
washing upon my shores
with her shadowy form.

Lucide beams streak from her hair,
spelling out upon my Plutonian shore.

Watch her beauty beaming before me,
like no other have I seen,
such beauty as she beams.

A falling star
without a sky,
Watch her fly
now she’s landing on my shores.

Gracing my presence with her beautiful mystery.

I’m Nothing More

Rose2

You might like it if I was shady like you.
I’d become something more than just a shadow,
more than a blackened rose going crisp.

I’m a horrid thing laying limp in the sun,
leaving my perfume to lingering on the wind.

I’m more to you than this shady rose bud
laying in your unforgiving hands,
Waiting to crush me.
Lift weekend
forgotten by time,
wilted,
crusted,
and rotten.

Life has no need for shady affairs,
me forgotten.
I’m nothing more than a
Shady Black Rose.

Welcome

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Welcome to Gothic Realms this is my first post. To start here’s my cat Boo, she’s my best friend and I do not own her she things she owns me. Plus what cat doesn’t think that we’re not their owners? My Boo is very much the queen bat of my bat cave. The front door is her domain, and the front window is another one of her perches. We usually have our morning coffee while looking out the front door watching the birds or any leaves that pass by.

Me and Boo moved into our own apartment back in 2010 July 19. We love having our own space and I’m loving having the responsibilities of taking care of our little roost. I had brain surgery back in 2014 January 15th, I’ve had time to heal and to learn my new can doe’s and can’t doe’s. My mom got diagnosed with stage four cancer this year, she’s not doing very well. I’m hoping she lives for another year or more.

Amanda Said: Be kind to those whom you call enemies,
because they might by your friends in your future.


life & My Mom

My mom is my hero she has been here for me when no one was. She is dying from cancer she might not make it to Christmas she’ll be lucky if she makes it to her birthday December 11th.

Remember this, you live only once, you have only one chance to cause change and to leave your footprints upon its surface. I have seen a lot of death, I have seen a lot of tears and suffering; but yet I will not let anything push me down to the point where I can’t get back up. I live for happiness and to share my joy’s and tears with anyone willing to share the same with me. My mom was the one who taught me this, she taught me how to stand on my own two feet. She showed me I am beautiful, strong, and smart. That this world no matter how crappy or chaotic it becomes that I can stand above it and that I have a choice where I go in life.