Star's

“Star’s streak the sky’s with their dusty, rusty tails.”

To My Muse

I dear to set brush fires in people’s minds!
Revolution is action upon revelation!

As my little birdie sat in a cage
I broke its door only to watch it fly away.

I am nothing but a free spirit,
my person is a ghostly persona,
an illusion for a solution.

Awe to be poetic or not to be poetic?
Now that is the question is it not?

I think I’m richer than most with deep thoughts,
and deep pockets for each one.
I’ve got one tear
for each ink smear.

As I bleed black lace
from every one of my main arteries
leading to my heart.

It’s a Gothic wound
stitched together
with my needle of thoughts.

As I sit here writing,
My quill laughs at me,
as I scratch and scrape its ink
upon my soul.

I a lover to my muse,
a bearer of a darker view.

This is just one of those nights,
clouded by thoughts and ink smears
of Gothic knights.

Like always
I hold my sword of inked thoughts,
and my shield of valor
and inky deeds;
I never go without writing to my muse.

Bleeding Love

From

My Dying Heart Collection

By Amanda Shelton

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Bleeding Love

You are a wound

a scar forever engraved upon my heart.

My battles are fought bravely,

with every tear that I shed.

With each stitch you are left sewing

is another scar waiting to heal.

But yet all you do is watch

as my heart bleeds out before you.

My love was left bleeding,

Yet I became nothing more than a stitch in time…

Spilt Ink

“I am the ink that spills forth from your pen, as your soul felt my descent upon your thoughts I became nothing more than a shadow, a spectrum of light bent through your prism.” 

Love Is A Splendid Thing

  Love Is A Splendid Thing

"Amor vincit omnia”
In Latin means – “love conquers all”

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Passion never sets alone

nor does it breathe without a kiss.

Love is like a rose,

it starts from a seed,

blooms and grows

when it’s watered and cared for.

But without a gardener

there’s no way to till its soil

or feed its root’s.

Passion will rise to the occasion,

like the beating of your heart

right before a kiss.

Anticipation

rapid breathing

and a fever of mind

ends with a kiss

and blushing cheeks

Carry On Through The Darkness

Carry On Through The Darkness

“love is rich with both honey and venom.”

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         Love can bring pain, and suffering but it can also bring life, and passion. To love is to breathe and is to die a tragic death. Romeo and Juliet know’s quite will of the tragedy that can follow a feverish heart. A poison most fail, is a heart that quickness for another. Love can sting or it can feed a sweet tooth. But yet we need love so we can grow and prosper in this world of dark deeds and ill will. What rises above it is love and compassion, because in the end the only way for life to go on is to find love.


        To my beloved muse – I write to you once again, sharing my passion for your lyrics and your foreplay of word’s. For the stars incline us, they do not bind us as one. We are but friends but yet I want more. My muse kisses my mind with wordplay and its formatting ways. I feel it’s loss with great strife and passion as I bleed my ink on paper.

Shadow Of The Vampire

He is made of shadow and of hollowed earth,
forever walks this unforgiving earth.

Feel pity for such a creature as he.
A creature of night and of brooding blood,
take from what was not to be taken.
A greedy soul he is,
a creature of habit and of creed
forever feeds from soul and vain.

Living not tell mornings light
before the dawn feels no delight,
as brooding crudely before the light,
his shadow bends none to daylight.