Mask of Me (Wednesday, May 12, 2010)

I wear a mask upon my face. It's not one that many can see, but still it is there. It covers my shame when self despising feelings arise. It reveals pride and strength in place of modesty and weakness. It gives to the world a projection of an illusionary self. A self that exists solely to hide the inner and protect it from the hurt lashed out at it. This mask bleeds for the face beneath. It refuses to yield the secrets held within. Is this mask just a lie? Or is it the truth of the present and the hidden face an unborn desire that struggles to break of its cocoon? Do we not become who we pretend to be, even if it is only for that moment? For it is in that moment that we live. The past is gone and the future yet to be. So then, is that mask not me?

Tainted and Pure (Thursday, March 11, 2010)

I've been asked before what I think love is and what I want it to be. I've thought this over and as time goes on I figure I want it to start with a simple kiss. An aphrodisiac of love. Not completely innocent as desire blooms forth from meeting lips. A curiosity tinged want that doesn't demand, but asks without taking. Giving yet begging for more. Soft little pleas that whisper to the soul and are echoed by a fluttering heart. Needed affection burning through veins and leaving a blazing trail of love in place of disintegrating lust. Enveloped in the warmth of a selfless embrace where pain is forgotten, shed in tears that fall like diamonds. Something pure that is given as a gift with no strings attached.
Too often though people are left thinking love is something that causes pain. It isn't supposed to hurt. It isn't meant to be tainted by expectations and ruined with disappointments. A person shouldn't be left thinking love means tears and blood.