Weathered Poetry

I am a writer and artist. My name is Amanda Shelton I love Gothic culture and literature. I was a Goth and still have a deep love for the culture.

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Sad Me - Buried In Autumn's Sorrows

My tears fall with the leafs, as my sorrows blow in the breeze a chill kissed my cheeks. My sorrowful autumn with its reds and browns scattered on the ground, here my tears lie in between the roots of the trees and my happiness chokes on the dirt as sorrow buries me. Sad me, buried under the girth of autumns sorrows. Will you remember me until spring? ©️ 2023 By Amanda D Shelton This is a new…

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Burning Liar, You Never Was A Lover

I faded into the forest, as you set fire to the trees. I ran but the smoke came faster choking me until I can’t breathe. You laughed while I burned slowly, you never showed any concern. I was warned about your demons but I ignored all rumors to give you a chance to prove yourself. But it only took you a year to show your true colors. You were never the beautiful person, you never was my best…

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Tapestry Of My Struggles

Across the curvature of the continuum, I lie suspended not within the gentle cradle of the dark, but pinned beneath the gravity of an unyielding axis, where the fabric of the cosmos is pulled taut, and the fibers of my being are frayed to the quick. Here, the Loom of Chronos does not spin a smooth silk; it drafts a heavy, suffocating wool, interlocking the minutes with the sharp teeth of…

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Dissociative Identity Disorder

With many eyes I can see, with no surprises and a view of 360 degrees. Altered states of mind, through the multiple dimensional grind I can’t be defined. Split but together we protect this body and mind. DID… is the state I define who I am. We…are 1. The shadow is the embodiment of loss. 2. The seven year old child is the protector of innocence. 3. The boss is the scars and pain we’ve managed to…

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Survivor

When times get hard you have to fight harder and keep going. Through the tears pain and fear, a true survivor keeps going becoming braver stronger and smarter. No chains can keep me down, for I wrap myself up and carry the chains until they are rusted and fall away and my blood and sweat is the weapons I need to help the rust to grow so I can be free. ©️ 2026 By Amanda D Shelton

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Hunger For Living

Life looked upon me as though I were prey, a target worthy of the hunt, yet, I resisted yielding easily. As my challenges intensified, my resilience multiplied. The roots of my life grew deeper too. ©️ 2026 By Amanda D Shelton

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That Like A Rose

Ah, life, that exquisite enigma, unfolds before us with a beauty reminiscent of a finely blossomed rose its petals, reminiscent of velvet, flutter gently in the breeze, offering warmth and the promise of delight. Yet, much like this splendid bloom, life is not merely a tapestry of unblemished joy; it is a complex intertwining of sublime splendor and melancholic realities. The thorns that arise…

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Vindication Of My Struggles

Upon my dying heart lays a vengeful spirit, its presence felt like a ghostly specter haunting the very corridors of my soul, akin to a cunning spider that weaves an intricate web not merely for the purpose of shelter, but as a manifestation of protection and desire intertwined in a dance of animosity and longing. This spirit, reminiscent of the tempestuous nature of my own unfulfilled aspirations…

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Shattered Dreams

My sorrow hides behind the shadows, where I ensconce my hollowed self. This profound emptiness affords ample space for my depression and anxiety to become lost. These broken dreams have grown like trees, leaving behind a dense forest of unspoken moments. I am left gazing at my failures as if they were mere reflections. Each failure is a shattered mirror, a bleeding wound in my heart, whilst the…

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In Remembrance Of Winter

As I stand enveloped in the chilling embrace of the impending storm, I can distinctly sense the delicate flakes of snow descending from the tumultuous heavens above, each crystal shimmering ethereally before merging into a collective, silent blanketing of the earth below. This winter gale, laden with an oppressive sense of anticipation, seems to vibrate with an unspoken promise of transformation,…

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The Struggle Of You

You ignited a fire in my mind, and a wound in my heart. The scars are a ladder for me to climb. I lost everything with each step I took, I went up while you kept falling, I would meet you at the bottom, but you pulled me further down beneath you to uplift yourself using my suffering as your gain. You started a fire in my heart, and a question in my mind. The scares you left behind is a reminder…

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Writing

“Ode to writing, of many things you can be, my muse you will always be.” ©️ 2026 By Amanda D Shelton

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Vampire Night

In the shadows of the city, where the whispers blend with smoke, a creature from the darkness, with a heart that’s never woke, he prowls beneath the streetlights, with fangs like sharpened knives, she dances in the moonlight, where the wildest dream survives. Her laughter draws him closer, a haunting sweet refrain, a beauty wrapped in velvet, like a siren in the rain, with eyes that hold the…

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Pain and Relief

In the twilight hour, when shadows dance in the fading light, ghostly phantoms of relief emerge, haunting the edges of my mind, a shimmering specter gliding through the haze of a restless night, as a distant memory, it beckons, draped in wisps of silver and grime. A single pill, a tiny promise wrapped in a fragile shell, holds the weight of worlds within its chemical embrace, yet it whispers…

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Love and Chaos

In the cosmos’ grand embrace, where time unfurls its silken threads, two hearts entwined, a tapestry woven in the fabric of the night, their love, a cosmic ballet, igniting realms where stardust spreads, a collision of galaxies, a dance of light, a spiraling flight. As suns burst into existence, in hues of gold and crimson blaze, each heartbeat a supernova, echoing in the void, a roaring song,…

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New Products Available At Bat Brat's

Gothic Kat T-shirt and Hoodie sell on Bat Brat’s. They come in different colors and sizes. This is my Gothic Kat quote: “A whispered hex of ink and moon-shadow, she rules the voids with eyes of emerald night.” © 2026 By Amanda D Shelton More products are coming soon. I am thinking about making products with the name moon-shadow and add the picture of my Gothic Kat. I took an old black cat…

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Tapestry Of Burdens

Amidst the delicate tapestry woven from the scarlet petals of roses, their fragrance mingling with the acrid scent of decay, and beneath the omnipresent shadow of the nocturnal bats that flit silently through the obsidian sky, there lies, ensconced in the poignant solitude of my thoughts, a heart burdened yet resolute. This heart, once vibrant and pulsating with fervent life, now rests upon the…