Reminisce

Memories past, both happy and sad,
Walking through hallways, nostalgia-clad,
A welcome exchange, a cordial embrace,
That fade into outlines of somebody's face -
But back in the present, I sit here alone,
Staring through glasses of sepia tone.

Headache

The earth, it quakes! with raging force.
The land, it shakes! with no remorse.
And mountains sink,
And valleys split,
The skies, they blink,
The trees throw fits.
Disaster, bred with no recourse -
From here, my head acts as the source.