Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Midnight Marlboro
Marlboro’s midnight magic, meandering mist, escapes my lips Cherry lipstick stains the rim of my chilled, whiskey sour twist Faded, tear stained letters lay on the floor, torn up as I am I should be getting better, but I just don’t give a damn The years have marked my skin - Like a leopard, wears it’s spots A car veering off a cliff, without the means to stop I’m waiting for the bad news, aka, the other shoe to drop I’ve traded in my happiness at an IOU pawnshop But, I’ll fake it till I make it - Because, mind over matter counts I’ll keep on keeping on, before my time has all run out
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Life…
I don’t know what the hell it is that you want from me This thing - we are living is consuming my peace Having intense - internal conflicts, and life altering dreams About my dead mother living, giving advice to me *** The dream only gets worse - for effects, maybe better I’m serving dinner to your crazy, manipulating, ex lover The one you divorced me for, when she learned she was pregnant Because faithfulness and loyalty are considered malignant *** I know it’s just a dream, we have only met once I met her as she stopped by one day- to pick up your son The one that I help raise, and he’s calling me mom While she still sends naked pictures to your phone Do you think I am dumb? *** 22 years younger than me, but I’m supposed to be past it That alone destroyed my confidence and made me feel like shit Left to figure it out, all alone like an outcast But I am finally getting better, beginning to move past it *** So, I guess I should thank you for showing me what I’m made of I may be getting older, but my heart is full of love For this boy in my life- I would never have met If I had remained your wife and we were still playing pretend
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Missing sleep, While Lost In Vivid Dreamlands
Babies crawl with moonbeam lasers - shooting from their eyes Flying pigs and donkeys - chase a passing car I sit and stare with wide eyed wonder While a band of chimpanzees, take song requests - down at the local bar I walk across the parking lot, a shortcut to the diner The waitress - a mannequin, wearing skates I order from the menu and right before my eyes A hippopotamus juggles - flaming forks and plates Such a grand menagerie - yet no one seems to notice The alien collecting old papers and tin cans They are all too busy dancing to the clan of rowdy monkeys Who have added trapeze artists to their band I pause for just a moment as an eagle passes by Some normalcy, in this warped and crazy world Cotton candied clouds release paper snowflakes from the sky As the waitress brings my milk, expired and curdled I leave my money on the table, as I make my way back home I need to get a grip and try to get some sleep There is no explaining, whatsoever - the scene that’s being shown As Amazon delivers my count by number sheep
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
