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By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen

The rain is pelting down
I stand in it, soaking
Nothing matters anymore

I'd slit myself,
But the blood would wash away
I'd shoot myself,
but the matter would run away

The sun would come out
But not today
and my sopping body starts 
to convulse

I want to scream but - 
My voice has been stripped away...

My fears subside
as they pull me inside
and push me into a hot shower

But I feel like I'm nothing,
Like I'm invisible

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014

The Beast

The Beast
By Amberly A.M. Oosthuizen

In the dark of the night,
awakens he...
A man of ill proportion.
A knife through your 'lover's' heart
But she was not your lover...

His eyes are crystallised black
and the Devil lies within
He wears no heart on his sleeve
He does not smile tentatively at the world...

But the fact is:
There are no demons or monsters,
Only humans with dark souls
Who never care
Or say a word...

The Devil is beautiful
She's looked into his eyes,
The cadaver lying on the metal table...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014

The Melancholy

The Melancholy

By Amberly A. M. Oosthuizen

When I was young

Children would play with me.

The sky was blue

and my heart was still on my sleeve...

When I was young,

I was carefree,

I pushed boundaries,

I was filled with defiance...

When I was old,

My heart had shattered,

The air was cold 

Nothing really mattered

and the clouds were grey...

When I was old

My joints would creek

I would stare at the walls

in sombre silence...

When I reached the end,

My teeth chattered

My joints needed oiling

and I couldn't speak...

When I reached the end,

The houses shook

The tea was bitter

and I was hollow

Now I am dead

and my life was wasted...

"Oh the ironic melancholy"

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014

Misunderstood

Misunderstood
By Amberly A.M. Oosthuizen

A boy,
In my dreams
In his mind
Far away...

He's trapped in an endless cocoon of engulfing thoughts and feelings.
I've seen this boy,
In a man's eyes
Long ago when the sky was still clear,

Inside the cocoon,
The boy screams and cries 
From the loss he has suffered 
And the pain he has caused,

The man , however, believes he can't feel the boy's screams
And it seems to the naked eye that he is cold and harsh.

But I have seen that boy 
And he will die inside the man
Like the embers of the fire,
Like the hope in my fragile, breaking heart....

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2014

Haunted By Her Memory

Haunted By Her Memory
By Amberly A.M. Oosthuizen

She sat at the back of the class,
Never asked questions
Just took down the notes
You never noticed

Her seat is now empty,
She is not missed
You wondered
But you never asked,
Just sat down and took the notes

Years Later,
You'll ask yourself why;

Why did you watch them hurt her?
Why did you stand there, without the words?
Were you a coward, or someone
conformed to society

That girl is gone...

I watch you now,
Writhing in your guilt
Visiting her grave every year,
On Her birthday

She wanted to be a writer,
And she would have been...

If you hadn't silently killed her

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

Shadows in the Corner

Shadows in the Corner
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

I toss and turn
to now avail,
I can't sleep.

I lie on my side,
start to silently 
cry.

A tiny light in the corner,
Shadows blocking it.

"Mommy"
I'm scared
"Mommy"

No answer.

Deep down,
I know she doesn't care
But I hope,
I pray...

They creep closer...

"Mommy" are you there?

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013

Perfect Gentleman

Perfect Gentleman
By Amberly M. Oosthuizen

A lot of the guys I've come to know,
are jerks.
So when I saw you on campus,
I believed otherwise.

People only talked about-
the good in you.
and I believed them

Yet now I see.

Was I an idiot to believe,
Your deceiving pretenses,
The only facet of the truth.

You mind was not pure,
It was corrupted,
The other guys

So I ask:
Will the Perfect Gentleman please,
Stand up.

And I waited...

But you didn't...

© Amberly A. M.Oosthuizen 2013