Too

I am trying to

Though

Therefore

I doubt

I shall

Perhaps

Carry on

Onto

Unto

The wondrous

Ridiculous

They who

Ridicule

Are simply

Too scared

Yet

YET

Are

We

There

Yet

Something

Someone

Somewhere

It's just

That I

Don't really know

But

My mind

Made up

To try

So

I shall.

The Happiest Time of the Year

Happiness is...

Hundreds of presents

Wrapped under a tree

One for you

And ninety nine for me

Happiness is...

Trampling a stranger

For a deal so good

That I have no problem

Knocking someone where he stood

Happiness is...

Sitting around saying thanks

For all I have

While looking at the next gadget

I can grab

Wait...

TRUE happiness is...

Having beliefs

Bigger than me

Morals and values

That have guided us for centuries

TRUE happiness is...

Overcoming adversity

And returning home to rebuild

Discovering that not all hope was destroyed

Because one flask was still sealed

TRUE happiness is...

Finding that spark within

That burns brighter than twinkling lights

And remember that miracles do occur

Far longer than those magical eight nights...

This Place

I am here
At this placed called
Now
And I wonder
How
Did I get here
Miles from where
I intended be
Reading this map
That's outdated
Never updated
But should somehow
Guide me
Show me
Where I need to be
I am following
Unpaved roads
Don't know
Which direction
And without discretion
I am asking strangers
Talking to scarecrows
And skipping merrily
But I am terribly
Afraid
That I might end up
On the wrong side
Of the story
And will fade
Without glory
Alone

Voices

It's voices...

Faint reminders

Those nagging...

Doubts...

Sometimes

They are quiet

And sometimes

They are

So 

Loud

It shouldn't be allowed

We only use indoor voices

Inside my head

You don't need to scream
I can hear

Loud and clear

If you were anymore near

I would fall from the reverberations 

Of your voice

The ground shakes

The earth opens

I am swallowed whole

Falling into

The silence

And at last,

I am at peace

In pieces.

Pressure

The little tea pot

Burning on the fire

Little puffs of steam

Burning higher

Shut tight

Nowhere to escape

Locked with chains

And sealed tight

Getting hotter and hotter

Too hot to touch

Can we cool down

This is getting to be a bit much 

Let's turn up the heat

Can you handle the pressure

If I could

Would I feel this under the weather

Run faster

Do more

Be the best

Get the highest score

Lose yourself

In the craze of reality

Try to keep calm

And don't lose your normalcy

But once it gets too hot

This little pot

Is bound to overflow

And explode

(What a childish way to express the stress I feel but since all this pressure is building up in my brain I have lost my ability to write normally... for the time being... but I had to write something... so here...)