Enoch

“The Mask” is a quiet, introspective poem about living behind a carefully constructed façade. The speaker presents a version of himself designed to keep peace and protect his vulnerability—a practiced face that hides the deeper weight he carries. Yet even behind that mask, he feels the pull of genuine connection—the longing to be seen fully, without shrinking or pretending. It’s about the tension between safety and authenticity, and the hope that real acceptance is possible.

The Mask I walk the world with a practiced face, a version of myself that keeps the peace and keeps me safe. People see the surface — the humor, the insight, the calm — but not the weight I carry quietly. I learned to hide because honesty felt dangerous, and vulnerability never came free. But even behind the mask, I feels the pull of real connection — the kind that doesn’t demand

Please sir, I want some more.

Now if only we had a billionaire to foot the site's bills, then maybe we could trash the stupid ads.

Jeff, I’m a modest writer who leans on kind hands. For two years you’ve tended Comicality’s memory like a careful gardener; he would be proud. If wishes grew on trees, I’d pick one and wish he’d stayed. I miss his stories and the light he brought as does many, many, others.

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I appreciate that. “Ethereal and wise” has a lovely feel to it, and I’m glad the line caught your attention. Thanks for reading and for the encouragement.

Thank you and right om point.

I hate that this has come to an end.

There’s never any rest for the people who keep this place going. Thank you — truly — for everything you and the staff do to keep the site running smoothly.

I take it Google isn't being helpful since I'm still seeing those types of ads

Great ideals but I'm not a prompt kind of person. Well, that's not true, for I do all the time in my head. Perhaps I should start writing those ideals down.

Cove of Quiet Things O’ gentle cove where my thoughts drift slow, You cradle every whisper I dare to know. In your stillness, truth rises like morning air, Soft, unhurried, untouched by despair. Your waters gather the fragments I hide, Carrying them calmly from side to side. No judgment stirs within your glassy sweep, Only the promise of secrets you keep. I walk your edge when my spirit bends, Seeking the solace only nature lends.

A serene, introspective poem where the speaker finds clarity, wisdom, and emotional grounding through the metaphor of a faithful cove. It blends nature imagery with philosophical questioning, ultimately arriving at peace.

Thank you. It’s strange how the things we call fiction often echo real life.