A work in progress that’s what I am. 

My paintings steel being processed in a painters mind, 

dripping paint onto a canvas of mine. 

An image waiting to be processed over time 

Black and white, 

yellow and green. 

Who knows how this will turn out? 

I’m not perfect not at all you see. 

I’m a work in progress. 

I’m roughly drawn around the edges, 

waiting for my colors to fall in. 

I’m a work in progress, 

waiting for my frame work; 

heavy duty it will be 

so I’ll stand up to all weather you see. 

I’m a work in progress for all to see

How many times do I have to tell you 

I’m sorry for the things I’v done 

Just don’t feel sorry for this better hearted woman 

But when I start to try to tell you 

my heart sinks to the bottom of my belly 

That’s when you try to console me 

But our trouble’s only just begun 

I tell myself too many times 

Why don’t I learn to love myself? 

That’s why it hurts so bad to know those words 

will sting 

That keep on falling from your mouth 

I’m Falling 

I’m Falling 

Tell me… 

Why? 

Why? 

Do I have the need to hurt you so 

taking another piece of your heart 

Such passions are these that fall apart landing in my lap 

you look with a weary heart 

a tear falls and a breath is taken 

such passions are these that tough my lips and my sinful soul 

but steal you take a dip and drink from it steal 

a full glass a cupful 

Why? 

Why? 

Do I have the need to hurt for you? 

Should I die a weary death and the angles take my last breath 

these are moments I will not regret 

Such passions are these that leave us yet 

No one knows what our tow hearts have taken 

taking a dip and drink from it yet 

Sinful souls and a heartfelt dip we drink for it yet 

and leave empty-handed and our glasses tipped loosing it’s luster 

it’s leftover shimmer 

Why? 

Why? 

Do I need to hate or love you? 

I know we argue and I know we fight 

but really can our love win this fight? 

Our love is like a Knight with a sword and shield 

protecting its weakened crust 

Why? 

Why? 

Do I have the need to be broken 

I’v shattered into a million pieces 

leaving you to pick up my pieces 

don’t think I changed my mind 

for Hun.. 

I knew in due time you would see my broken rhyme 

Why? 

Why? 

Do I have the need to ask? 

Will my heart ever mend and be whole once again?

© By Amanda Shelton - Deep Lovers Poet ♥

Lady songbird singing on high

her song brings visitors from far and wide,

she sings so tender, sweet, and mild

she has a voice of angel like zing

bringing a mood that makes you want to sing

she has no enemy, no demon on her back

for her song is too gentle for such an attack

you would think when you hear her

that the heavens above well open and angels well descend

but all the crowd can do is shed a tear

for her song brings it to the surface for all to hear

Lady songbird bring me my tender song, bring me my tear, and my angel like song

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Be my Mars my traveler from the stars.
A navigator to my heart to all my passions,
and run away starts.
Be all I want and all I need.
Keep my stars shining in my eyes,
from their beginnings,
and my heart.

I have sat with sadness in tears
I have shared my sorrows in his presents
I do not share my woes with just anyone
for I have had my moments with sadness himself
eat at his table shared a toast with his friends
opened my heart to his arms fought by his side for my own happiness
that I fought so long that I lost all track of the time
I cannot remember my happy times for they ran away so long ago
seeking out someone who has no woe
and no means to lose their heart to sadness
and toss away everything they hold so near to them self's
to the side and forget that it's even there

 My black-hole sun has come to take me away

I live in a world full of ache and pain

My pills no longer work

My head is full of regrets 

leaving me on the floor broken and bleeding

I should have no regrets

And yet no pill can make this go away

My black-hole sun has come to take me away

I need to deal without aide 

Find my way and be my own guide

But my black-hole sun has come to take me away

I leave this world in a blaze of heat and flame 

My black-hole sun has come to take me away

I leave with no regrets and an empty conscious

My  flame will never go out

 

 

 

In fire and ice I pack you're heart, 

keeping it fresh and from falling a part. 

I keep it tender,sweet and mild, 

knowing one day I will make you smile 

I give you my tender,sweet,and mild ways 

I give you a tear and I send you on your way. 

live in a box and you’er stuck.
Eat chocolate and it tastes so sweet.
Life is a box of chocolates.
But life ones tasted so sweet the chocolate melted in you’er mouth not in your hand.
Leaving you sticky and sweet, but once it hit you’er tongue the taste stayed for so long because it lingered on you’er sweet tooth.
You knew in the end what you wanted,
so the chocolate never tasted so sweet and life ended with just that.

Think about this “you’er living in a shoe box and walking in my shoes.”
“Leave no road not taken.”



(Forgive me if there are typos) o_O*

My memory is flawed,
my reality is not my own.
I can not chose what I see and hear,
for what I believe is real is not always true.

My mind is lost to a chemical imbalance I was born with;
Can I trust my thoughts, my believes?
Can I live in what society has set to be reality and true?
I ask you this because I'm not sure
and how can I be if it's not always true?

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."   Isaiah 55:8-9

I think we all need a sobering moment at lets ones in our self endearing lives.
A sobering moment
A sobering thought
A sobering word
Brings to mind my failures and wrong doings
Will I learn?
Have I learned?
A sobering moment
A sobering thought
A sobering word
Brings me to a condition of regret
Will I stay sober?
I'm not sober?
A sobering moment
A sobering thought
A sobering word
These sobering moments are enough to make me sick, but not enough to regret my wrong doings.
I did learn in the end!



 

Darling can you hear the beating of my heart,
as you lay upon my chest, fingers locked together.
I feel the warmth of your breath caressing my neck.
Our embracing moment has left a lingering taste of passion in my mouth.

I won’t forget our moments we share;
for our passions run like the river runs down the mountains.
I can see my reflection in your eyes,
see your soul leap for joy as I look deep into the portal of your soul.
There I will bring you a kiss an embracing of our lips,
eyes closed in a moment of passion.
Moments for gotten in words unspoken,
but only remembered by your taste that lingers so.

There was that moment when I saw him,
that moment lasted so long in my vision.
My world became a heart beat and nothing else.
He came by me and I became shy.
He tried to talk to me I stammered and strained.
He made me lose all my sanity and free well.
I felt I needed him to know.
So I told him in a letter.
He came back to me to say, "his heart would belong to me".

He was there to stay but as time would have it,
he ended up passing away.
My heart was broken and my world was shredded.
But as time went on my heart has mended,
and my wounds have healed.
I found my second love and he gives me all the love I needed.

Love me not or love me well.
Take my heart, or take my soul.
But know this and lesson well.
My heart shaped box has no key.
No lock to keep my love safe.
So my heart is not guarded by lock and key.
It may not be safe for me and you.
Keeping this all in mind.
You steel try to take your time;
to find your place in my heart shaped box.
But yet a robber has taken what you left behind.
Broken our seal or lovers coding.
Now our hearts are left bleeding, crying, dying, and in need.
Though I loved you and I loved you well.

I need you,
I need your smile,
your eyes on only me.
Making me your only girl in the world.
Making me smile, laugh,
and wanting your every move, touch,
and breath.
But yet only a kiss can seal our bond,
so make your move before I’m gone.

Mother earth sighs
as she opens her eyes
behind the blue of the sky where the stars shine
as she opens her hands to reveals the moon
she takes the time to keep the planet's all in tune

These times call for shutting down
leaving nothing
but empty thoughts and empty meaning
I think I might find another way
survival is left in my thoughts
my demons have come to hang around
leaving impure things
leaving sinful thoughts
I think I might find another way
survival is left in my thoughts
I have no choice
I will die if I don’t try
my demons has given me no choice
I will fight to survive
and my demons better be ready to die.

Things are coming to an end
leaving me breathless, and gasping for air.
I try to hold on, and not lose what I have gained.
But my mind and soul tell me I need to move on, and my body tells me no.
I work it to the bone and to the road of no returning
but I know this, things are coming to an end.
I know in my gut and my senses tell me everyday the end is getting near.
I can hear it breathing on my neck and whispering in my ear.

And it says: "keep your peace and know no pain for here I am, I am the end to all who are old and aging. I can smell it in the air"

Death came to take my soul. He seemed nice enough so I took his hand 

THE END 

For all the times I never saw the things I should have,
I thank you for all the times you understood,
our deepest feelings never taken away for they live in words unspoken.
In some long ago time softly and from afar I loved you
and you never new.
Some meetings are fashioned by chance ours was a gift of just.
Thank you for sharing my hopes and hurts.
Thank you for all of the kind words that touched my heart.

Can you feel what my heart feels for you?
I seek what I can not have, leaving my heart bitter and without.

I can't pick up my heart off the ground in front of my feet,
it has gone rotten and started to decay.
I can see the bugs all ready coming to eat all of it away.
Digging and eating what is left of my bitter heart.
Leaving nothing in it's place.
Knowing my heart has but moments left.
I cover it with my own dismay,
and with it's last beat I see my own decay,
and bitterness I wish would not stay.

Thy roses smell so sweetly,

and look so beautifully,

and thy hand touches them so sweetly.

With a soft and gentle touch you leave with just a look.

Your name is on my lips, 

the soft touch of your fingertips. 

Like the sweetest tasting wine your mouth leaves behind. 

Your hands are big but soft to the touch. 

You gently touch my cheek as I fall into bliss.