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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I’m Not A Creep, You’re A Creep
Time is in control when you’re where you don’t belong So like, what the hell
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Your Beautiful World
You’re a beautiful angel A special body and soul You care when I’m hurt, and cry out of control I float like a feather, but I don’t belong at your door
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
What Do You Think...
I wonder if you're like me.....? Do you write what you're feeling Do you write what you see Do you write something revealing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Perched Player
Love perched on my heart Peacefully resting until It cooed another
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Skin Full Of Scars
You can't hurt me more than I hurt myself I display it boldly when I'm feeling compelled Think your words have the power
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Why, Oh Why, Oh Why?
You think you're the freshest peach picked from the tree but low hanging, my dear, doesn't count There may be things I don't like about me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Dreams
Love pierces the heart stirring thousands of feelings Perforating dreams
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Mama's Ghost
Every now and again she sweetly reminisces Every now and again she feels afraid Every now and again she slightly second guesses
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Hello?
Standing in the spotlight in the corner of my room like a plant leaning to daylight attempting to shed off all the gloom
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Hi! I'm Chelsea, Your Queen
* Gone are the days we assume all is well the days of buying into the crap that they sell Gone are the days we crawl back under our shells
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Evening Melancholy
Nightingales call me Into twilight fairytales Coerced illusions
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
When The End Comes Too Soon. Content Warning.
* Lily Thompson was well known around town. When asked, people would often describe her as an adventurous, fun-loving and kind-hearted little girl. A little spit fire whose heart was as tender as the flower petals she made her wishes on.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction