Some other stuff.

- that was written at school, during the (even more) boring parts.

The talking from the back,
And the humming from the fan,
Drown out the calls,
From lethargic, raised hands.

AND

"You're here to get a good qualification,
Not here to have a good time,
So that one day you might better our nation,
With worthwhile pursuits of the mind.

Now good luck with that."

And now for something completely different.

Silhouette
Rain tapping, oh so gently, upon the window pane,
A small hub of light amidst the dark of night,
A dimly lit computer desk, holding up the screen,
An orange hue flashing, oh so discreetly, upon the window's name,

Words cheapened by abundancy,
Supply, and demand,
The night still in its infancy,
And words still in excess,
From a sullen frame against a quicksand chair,
The keys await reply,
Lethargic hands that are almost there,
A silhouette,
Against a blue screen sky.

Something.

More along the lines of what I usually write.

Unspoken

I always said that what mattered,
Was that, that is not said,
Because when your thoughts are scattered,
All sorts of thoughts come into your head,

And those that escape your lips,
That were intentionally, supposed to,
Can ocassionally eclipse,
The meaningful things that we all do,

It's the small twitch in the politican's face,
That promise he kept before he left,
The way that guy's so quick to the race,
Without a chance of beating his personal best,

It's the loving look inside her eyes,
That says more than words ever could,
It's the way we never realise,
How lucky we are, when we should,

It's the way we act like to share is to bleed,
Far too concerned about ensuring that others agree,
It's the way that I always feel the need,
To put these thoughts into poetry,

It's the way that I know I'll never give up,
Because if you do, then what are you living for?
And perhaps it's time for the world to wakeup,
To the fact that seeing the person inside should never be a chore.

It's been a while.

Since I last posted anything. So here's something totally different to everything else I've posted. - But just as cheery xD

Traffic

I'm stuck in the car,
It feels like an oven,
And the radio's bust,
But it's not very far to go, they say.

I'm looking outside,
Through oven doors,
And my head throbs,
Thanks to this car ride, I'd say.

I'm sick and tired,
Almost literally,
The traffic's relentless,
But this is his reality, he'd say.

Him staring forward,
Now straight ahead,
Greasy hands held tight,
"It's a stepping stone", he'd said.

With such confidence,
Almost convincing,
Sat in the hamster wheel,
Seeking what is missing, some day.

Car drifting round,
The same old circuit,
Never ceases, never stops,
He's better than this town, he'd say.

Better than this,
Built for a purpose,
Not the same old routine,
Without a single moment of bliss, all day.

Glued to his car,
With a sweaty determination,
That says to himself over and over,
"It's not very far to go, I'd say."

One.

Verse. I wrote it a while ago and never developed it into anything else, so meh, here it is.

Stage

Many of us have written 'heartfelt poetry',

That has flown well from ink to the page,

But how many - including me,

Have truly made their heart the stage?

Mhm.

Never judge a book by it's cover.

Books

When we see a book,

We like to shoot a quick glance,

And unless we mistook,

Few will get a second chance,

Did we know what lies within?

Forever cast against pages of white,

Tales of mischevious sin?

Or tales of a most valiant knight?

Of course most will have had no clue,

And will still have just walked on,

No knowing how it might have changed you,

Now that the moment is long gone.

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.