Poetry is my art, Goth is my style. I am not depressed nor do I harm myself. It's stereotyping if you think Goths are depressed self harmed children.
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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…
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Love Can Be Hard
I am not heartless, life just taught me to use my heart less. I don’t always allow my heart to make choices for me. Life is saddened by love, because when those you care about die, it hurts more than if they were a stranger. That’s why I always say, love is not a happy journey where the sun always shines. It can be a barren landscape wasting away with fattened pigs, and chickens who lost their…
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Sacrifice
like my heart love is sweat like night. We gather as one under the burning sun, only to sacrifice our hearts to love. © 2017 Amanda D Shelton “To sacrifice your own heart for the comforts of love, but never forget the importance of life.”
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You Think You Deserve More?
You go from one end to the other so quickly no one is aware of your dishonesty until after you cause pain. I will never understand why some people think the world owes them everything, they think they deserve so much. You’re no different than anyone else, you are a human being so your just as flawed as all the rest. God didn’t choose you for anything special except to live your life the best you…
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Poetry Fly
I never give up, I keep on driving. Through the mountains over the hills, through the forests, and over the cloud’s. I am seen flying, souring above the world. Poetry is my portal, I can choose any destination through my writing. I am glad you decided to join me. Over the rainbow and above your head whatch me fly. I am a poetry fly. © 2017 Amanda D Shelton
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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…
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You Left Your Troubles At My door
My heart is full of pain, because you left your troubles at my door. You left your troubles, you gave me your want’s but you never thought it’s not my job to give you everything you want. My job is to love you and to take care of myself first. I can’t protect you from yourself, I can’t defend myself against your attacks, I have enough to deal with. Plus you cause your own troubles. I have nothing…
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Brokenhearted
Love broke my heart, love stole my everything, love damaged my heart, now it is sore, bruised, and used. But my love is sick it stressed me out until my blood poured all my energy out. Now my heart is damaged, heartbroken and crushed. My love he doesn’t seem to notice. © 2017 Amanda D Shelton “Brokenhearted with high blood pressure. You wonder if someone can die from a broken heart if I get high…
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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”
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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…
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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…
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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
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Fighting Insanity
One moment you are standing in the mist, the next you are setting in a padded room. You can hear scratching from old memories running through your mind, reminding you of old times. You start to fade, black and white, the static comes through, now voices are calling you, but from where? You find yourself having tea with your shadow, it reminds you, you forgot your shoes. Looking down you see your…
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Cry Me A River
Tears are worse then fear, They sting, cling, and shows your pain. Cry me a river, cry me a river of pain, cry me a river of tears; drink from the bank’s of unstoppable sadness and fear. Rapids rear, beating hearts sing, as love strikes the strings. Breaking base, as the drummer’s march along the bank, lover’s dance as the river parts, leaving each one separated. River of tears flow steady and…
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Love Doesn't Judge
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…
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The Shady Rose (Rewrite)
Weathered Poetry THE SHADY ROSE Rewrite ____________ By Amanda D Shelton To Be Shady Like You You might like it if I was shady like you, I’d become something more than just your shadow. My stem will no longer be soft and pliable, and my thorns will be hardened and ruthless. No longer am I nothing but a shadow. My petals have fallen to the cold Earth. My perfume has faded, my stem bent from the…
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Sad Love (I Wish The Best For Him)
I was accused and abused, I trusted a man who stole right from my hand. Why? Because I believed if someone says they love you, that means they have respect for you. I am wrong, love doesn’t make someone trustworthy or a nice person. Being honest happens when someone is truthful, Being nice happens if someone is truly nice. If you are a nice person deep inside you won’t find it hard to be kind.…
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