Pictures don't do you justice, for
you are an angel.

When you have nothing to lose
that's when your
guards fall like November leaves
and you're as ***** as Eve's innocence
in the face of every thing and anything

The deception came easily
The yellow brick road and all its poets
Followed
She had them by the coat tails
Pulling them this way and that
Begging for mercy when she had done bad
Manican like motions
Soon followed
Plastered silly putty smile
Washed over
her veneers and pearly
White gates
Of tragedy poetically
Hallucinate through the glass

I walk and walk,
But I'm walking the wrong way.
I hear and hear,
But I'm misunderstanding some things.
I look and look,
But all I see is blurry shapes.
I talk and talk,
But all that comes out is nonsense.
Just nonsense.

Mirror, mirror!
You are so clear.
Pure like clear water
I see not your colour.

'You can see my inside
it's your picture!'
It whispers to a candle
curiously burning
in front of the mirror!

O, the struggles of the young 'adult'
Trying to fit in,
Yet somehow the 'social' cult
Takes away the souls that are pure
And curses them
Till they no longer endure.

Doves cooed at morning dawn

Encapsulated in pure light

Every spark of brightness

Magnified the blades of grass

Shining with pearls of dew


Trees swayed, keeping

Their majestic presence

As the wind ruffled

Their leaves, a medley

Of beauty and colour


Rustling brook sang

Merrily as it met

With the riverbank

In gushes of

Ebbs and flow


Nature’s bounty

Becomes it's own reward

For everyone who

Appreciates and rejoices

In celebration and song

Of our world’s harvest



~Nathalie