Bored.

Light

Morning light shows us what we are,
Illuminates the true us,
The afternoon light is but a car,
Compared to the evening light bus,

Which tends to linger in the air,
Heavy like perfume,
Not quite night, but almost there,
And the midnight light forever looms,

Quelling the chorus of bird song,
The sun now rests,
Night reigns now, but it’s never too long,
Before again, another day’s contests.

Heeeeeeey.

Heeeey. 

Headache

Talking, shouting, it's all noise to me,

The teacher tries to fill the room with silence instead,

The class, chaotic in it's simplicity,

Creating claps of thunder inside my head,

Try to focus on the task at hand,

Block out all of the noise around you,

It wasn't exactly planned,

There's nothing that you could do,

More flashes of lightening inside my mind,

Dutifully trailed and followed,

By the thunder, just slightly behind,

Leaving my mind hollowed,

I need to escape, I need to be free,

To recieve some kind of break,

From this dreaded cacophony,

And all of the trouble that it'll make.