The Sea
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen
Her blue-green waters,
Flow around
Looking for a home.
Collecting baggage wherever she goes,
her waves hit the shores,
They're pushed back,
The sand repels her.
She crashes against the rocks
Trying to find a friend,
She is only pushed back
in vain
When it rains,
it cascades down
Adding to her sorrow
yet she doesn't show it.
Children come into her waters
She would jump for joy if she could,
She sees love, joy, happiness
Hoping to one day experience it.
Though she feels she won't
The sea is beautiful
Full of sorrow,
Like me.
© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013
The musings of a young poetic author, misunderstood by peers who only scratch the surface of her deep veins of creativity.
Monday, 4 March 2013
Sunday, 3 March 2013
The Body Shop
The Body Shop
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen
The TV advertised a sale
50% off
at The Body Shop
We looked with excitement into each other's eyes
and hopped into the Cadillac.
The store was packed but-
We managed
and paid,
Walking out with medium sized legs,
Feet
and
Indigo-Violet
eyes.
© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen
The TV advertised a sale
50% off
at The Body Shop
We looked with excitement into each other's eyes
and hopped into the Cadillac.
The store was packed but-
We managed
and paid,
Walking out with medium sized legs,
Feet
and
Indigo-Violet
eyes.
© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013
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