Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Joined October 2020

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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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Cheering Comes After
Why’d you spend another-night in someone else’s dream, don’t you see, it’s all a waste of time? Begging off someone else’s plate,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Walk By And See My Light
Falling asleep with the lights on Laying awake in the dark Scorched by a love once empowering Left with what’s left of a spark
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Farewell To Sanity
It began with a smile, with little attention to the connection - it somehow made it worthwhile. A skip in my step - just a glance - set a feeling in motion-
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
What Really Happened To Ian Klosterman
What happened to Ian Klosterman? Days turned to weeks, then to months, following the mysterious disappearance of small boy in rural Minnesota - Detective Watkins decided it was time to take a less than conventional route in trying to locate this child. Ian Klosterman, age 2, now missing for more than 2 months. Vanished from his own back yard in Sulfolk county, on the edge of the Octol forest and the Aims River.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
What Is The Price Of Being Saved
I wanted you to save me, but I couldn’t let you save me, because to let you save me, meant - I had to let you in. *** In to let you see me, but I couldn’t let you see me, because if you really saw me - You’d be underneath my skin *** Part of my existence inside my own decisions, driving my souls ambitions - till every part of me was gone. *** Which in turn makes me connected, until I was rejected, leaving my heart and soul dissected - and in need of being saved. *** Does any part of your world stop when I approach? *** no? I didn’t think so
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Broken Lips
I have long forgotten the tenderness in your touch, grown too familiar with the bitterness on your tongue. I have wanted, but I guess I asked too much,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
REM on R.E.M - ing
Ooooh, nights - are longer longer than they should be. And I'm not sleeping. The things that I would do, sleep-less-ness in my eyes.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Sh-Boom Sh-Boom, And All That Jazz
Oh, how I’d like to dream, if I could close my eyes and turn my thinker off. If I could drool and snore, contently sawing logs,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I Am The Mighty Elvin
“No- Papa, Elvin whined it’s too tight,” squirming and pulling his head away. He proceeded to twist and thrash around - undoing any progress his father had made getting him fitted into the tiny armor. He began to push his limits when he shoved his palm up into the helmet, knocking it to the floor.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
The Secret Of The Zmaj, And Weaknesses That Embolden The Powerless
Several times a week, Jaka hoisted himself up onto the ivy lined stair-rail. Using the small stoop tucked under the fragmented, moss laced balcony - together with the walking stick his grandfather gave him. Making it easier for him to crawl into the thin wired basket on Mata’s tricycle.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Fiction
All That Twinkles Are Not Toes
He casually stomped upon her feelings - with no regard for footprints left behind. Like he was privileged, blessed with silver twinkle toes.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Communication Is A Juggling Act
Everyone’s process is different, they say. I don’t want this taking any more of my time. I’m lost standing here, forever stuck in one place,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets