September

September
Amberly M. Oosthuizen

I sat on the front porch,
Sketching
The warm Autumn breeze,
Travelling in soft swirls

I sat on the front porch,
Day-dreaming
Letting my thoughts fly,
Like the mockingbird
Perched next to me.

The warm Autumn breeze,
Making strands of my hair
Rise and fall.

September

. © Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

The Human Eating Human Eating Monster

The Human Eating Human Eating Monster
Amberly M. Oosthuizen

I crouch in the corner,
Tears streaming down,
Droplets in a dry ocean.

They walk closer to me,
They've eaten everyone else,
There's just me.

People call them zombies,
They're clearly not,
They look just like us,
But there's no us anymore,
It's just me,
All on my loan-som

I can feel their breath on me,
My body starts to tremble,
I feel it,
I know it's coming,
It's not hard to tell.

The ground starts to shake,
I scream, and look down
They turn around.

Blood spatters all over the floor,
I don't dare look up,
My human nature makes me

There,
Standing in front of me 
A shadow,
The left-over part of a man,

The figure offers me a hand,
I get up 
The figure turns into light,
He takes me home

I'm no longer alone.
The stranger saved my life
The monster saved my life...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

Sunrise

Sunrise
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

I wake up,
Open the window,
Look out.
Routine...

Look out,
Stare at the sky,
Hope to see the sun.

No,
The great puffs of smoke,
Puff out of their shoots,
As if they were sneezing
Boxes being swallowed up,
The big, bad mouth opening
And closing,
Smiling as if they were chuckling at me,

A slow, menacing chuckle

I know I shouldn't,
But I couldn't help it.

I fear if they hear,
They'll swallow me up,

Their big, bad mouths...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

Inevitable Death

Inevitable Death
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

The raven sitting on my bookshelf,                           

Staring out the window,                                                    

As time goes by.

It knows its death is coming,                                            

Like vultures eating away its soul.                                      

It knows yet it doesn’t fear.

So it gets to the time, when it feels it’s near.                   

Yet the bird does not fear,                                                    

It simply flies out of the window                                       

Escaping its fate 

In life we have a path,                                               

Some stick to, some deviate,                                                    

Others wait                                                                     

 And when death approaches with its sweet stench,                      

They fly away like the raven.     

Few are lucky,                                                                          

Few escape their fate, but soon it finds them,               

The Inevitable death.

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

She was Cold

She was Cold
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

I walked in through the front door,

I asked her mother where she was,

And immediately I knew...

She told me she was in bad shape

She wanted me to help her through 

The rough patch she was going through,

I should have seen it,

But I was blind,

Tears threatened to cascade,

I ran upstairs,

I felt like time was frozen solid,

Like ice,

I couldn't break through

I opened the door,

She was lying on her bed,

Her eyes closed,

She didn't move,

I took her hand,

It was cold,

I wish I'd seen it

But it doesn't matter,

I'm with her now,

I'm cold...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

The Tortoise and the Hare

The Tortoise and the Hare
Amberly M. Oosthuizen

Our teacher said he'd be here,
We had to write a test.

The bell rang,
We waited,
A lot of my class-mates got excited,

As the minutes ticked away,
We stood at our desks,
Military Style.

A substitute walked in,
What a sight to see.

He greeted us,
We gasped.
He told us to take our books out.
We stood and stared.

For the tortoise-faced man,
With the hare-shaped body,
Was teaching us geography.

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

The Rabbit Hole

The Rabbit Hole
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

Jack told me to go down it,
I said no.
He dared me to go down it,
Yet I still said no.

It was getting cold,
My teeth started to chatter,
And he got tired of asking.

Jack pushed me,
Down the Rabbit Hole.
I screamed.

The wind went through my hair.
I expected to be pulled down.

But I floated...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013