Posts tagged ‘emotional masks’

My Life in Scratch Paper

Lately I’ve been writing more lists than usual except the content is greater than the amount of characters used.  In some way I’ve made it possible to acutely detail my necessities at any given moment and for any other given moment all squished on a Post-It.  It’s strange but I’ve revealed more of myself on [...]

Voices

I can hear the upset and hushed voices from the other room.  My ears are burning as one voice tries to protect the respect of my choice while another depletes my name of any worth. Do they know I can hear them?  Surely, they must realize voices, even those slicked with gossip, travel down hallways [...]

The Trouble with Being A Prince

You stand tall among your friends. You’ve learned it all: how to speak and be a gentleman. That mask you wear, well, it goes good with your hair, but style and smarts aren’t why you came over here. Now what do you wanna tell me?   You can’t sleep ’cause you can’t eat ’cause you [...]

Susie Sells Shells Down By the Seashore. Maybe I’ll buy one of hers…

I feel like my protective shell, the one in which I feel most comfortable, is cracking and soon will shatter.  This would reveal the worst thing an introspective soul could imagine: themselves, wholly and transparently.  Keeping up the front, holding the nightmares at bay and protecting my insides from the outside is the purpose of [...]

I Swear I’m Not A Hater…

It has come to my attention recently that I have made this blog out to be a “hater” blog.  Even though this seems to be a connecting theme, I honestly didn’t realize this until it was said to me. It makes sense, though, that I would have angered emotions being the largest producer of my [...]

Reflection #2

I feel and in the same moment, I don’t feel anything. How I can replace myself with a synthetic version in case the world got too close for comfort is my greatest vein of portrayal. I have lost so much and gained aesthetic reasons to shrug their absence.

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