The man behind the mask

This is my first time ever writing one of these things, a blog. I suppose I should start with a little about myself, currently I am a 2nd year university student studying Psychology, well it's more like my 1st and half, took a semester off to work. I'm nineteen years of age, been writing since grade nine, just for myself mainly. I have a major passion for history, the interactions of people, and why people do the things that they do, which are some of the driving factors behind my degree. I love film, making films that is, it has been a fascination of mine since high school that I do not think I would ever lose. I grew up in a lower-middle class family, both my parents worked and raised me well, they currently are split up and living in two separate cities. I have a younger brother, who is an amateur musician (his band is quite good I might add) and is going to start is training to be a chef at the end of this year.

Not entirely sure what to write about, but I figure a bit of background about the writer would be a good idea, possibly? Anyways, I thought I would start these blogs off with some of my poetry. I just wrote this one, and I hope you all enjoy it.

A darkened shadow

The man in the mask

Behind a desk

Watching change out the window

Colours fade to dust

Framing around a photograph

Unbeating of a heart

Of ancient stone pilars

Falling leaves of time

Lifeless lover

Materialized of creation

Underlined in a notebook

Beauty of the supreme dream-scape

A lit candle withou a wick

Now, a light without darkness

The mask removed

Treasures discovered below

Removed from a platform

Watching behind the reflection,

Clear as blue.

-Invidus