The Poetry Post #1

The Magazine Girl

There’s this girl in the magazine,
Smiling up through the glossy sheen
Of florid pages in the illustrious publication,
Barely into adulthood, touching the heights of acclamation.

Perfect hair, each strand in place,
Vibrant eyes, through prismatic lenses gaze
Out into a world of lights and stars,
Of dazzling flashes and airbrushed scars.

Designer labels adorn the hourglass frame,
Stiletto heels tread with careless grace,
All eyes transfix – with envy or desire,
In all hearts ignites an unquenchable fire.

Pretty as a picture, devilish perfection;
Inspiring love and hatred, with equal elation...
But in hesitant dreams of a different world,
She’d trade for a private love, all public adoration.


The Best Life

Every morning I wake up
To see colours all around me;
The sight of smiles on beloved faces,
And the scents of baked goods, surround me.

I don’t know how
Life gets better than this;
In another life I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.

Feet torn with broken glass,
The stench of gunpowder all around me;
Pining for a little patch of grass,
The taste of despair surrounds me.

I don’t know how
Life gets better than this;
In another life I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.

As I walk down the street,
Happy faces greet me;
The children race down to school,
And the postman rushes to meet me.

I don’t know how
Life gets better than this;
In another life I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.

A child was crying for its mother,
Who lay bleeding on the floor;
I watched a while till a bullet flew past,
And the little one cried no more.

I don’t know how
Life gets better than this;
In another life I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.

At night when darkness falls,
After supper with the folks;
I crawl into the covers and chase the nightmares away,
With my darling’s gentle strokes.

I don’t know how
Life gets better than this;
In another life I used to dream
Of this safe and sound feeling.