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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Abhorrent Behavior
Dear Hate, Or do you prefer Mr. Grumbles, Grouch potato or annoyed as shitmeister? I know, I know, you hate all the cheery "dear" crap. In fact, I'm sure you hate that I am writing to you at all. You'll probably hate the size of the text or hate the choice of font. You probably even hate that it's typed and not handwritten.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I Still Believe In Promises
Promises don't always bring happy, hope isn't always good news. Romance is much more than sappy, happiness can be found in the blues. Forever can just mean tomorrow, longing can last more than your life. Joy rises out of the sorrow, resolution can come out of strife. Goodbyes don't mean forever, hellos usher in a farewell. Friendships make for good lovers,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
When Hummingbirds Pause
When manic relaxes a moment and frantic finally slows down When havoc has pause to rejuvenate and crazy takes a break and sits down When slumber softly serenades silly and chaos carefully caresses serene When the hummingbirds find rest from it's humming in the stillness that comes from between When fine fuzzy feathers cease flapping reasons to rest make their way back around When silence truly is golden needs are met, without making a sound
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
When Social Is Too Social
Dear social media, I have spent a couple years in denial of just how powerful you are. I have listened to many say what a wonderful form of expression you offer, I have also heard many say how dangerous and exploiting you can be. I honestly thought they were giving you too much credit. After all, you are just blank space and a keyboard, that I have taken advantage of myself.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
QUESTION: Jobs You Can Mess Up, And Still Have A Job. Top Story - April 2023.
Dear Weatherman, Are you serious?! I plan my days based on the words that you say, and with every new broadcast it changes. I packed the umbrella, you said, 80 and rain, now it's 30 below, would you care to explain what the deal is?
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
I Am Sorry
Dearest Body, First of all, thank you for your great patience with me, I'm learning true beauty isn't just a size three. Thank you for the many ways that you've loved me. From the day I was born, you somehow knew what I'd need. Communicating completely, from my head to my feet, telling my stomach when it's time to eat. Digesting my food, as a fuel for my system, training my brain filling it up with wisdom. Red cells and white, like soldiers at war, destroying the bad, the good being restored. You took care of me, though I failed miserably to respect you. I'd skip meals every day, like the girls on TV do. Criticized and neglected the shape you were in, compared you to others, the true, original sin. I know that I've not always treated you kindly. The mental stress I sometimes put on you blindly, has evolved into the beast that it is today. And society keeps trying to convince me that way. Like the only purpose you were meant to serve, are the sexy sweet sensual, vivacious curves. Being thin has always been what is expected of me, what a glorious freedom to finally be, free of the torture that I placed on you. I'm sorry it took it so long to sink through - this thick skull of mine, and I thank you for that too. I will continue to grow and improve how I treat you. I am so glad you have always come through when I need you. I will close for now, you need to get rested, I've kept you up late enough, just know you're the best and - if ever you need something, just let me know, I will do it because you are the star of my show! With all the love in the world, Me
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
