A random excerpt of a poem I wrote in class one time...I randomly found this in one of my old notebooks.

Some scenes are a facade
To shield our inner monologues
Towering Christmas trees and lights and sounds
Conceal all complexities
The showiness, the only remedy
The glitz of the artificial 
Merges with the intangible reality
First thorn in their sides
From the tumbling greenery
On the threshold of the froth
Blissfully trapped amid the fog 
Encompassing ornament, clasping shreds of inner peace


To be continued.