manic art Amid a manic profession of doubt but triumph there is due course in its path of delinquency. The “What ifs?”There is a rant and rave to the spoken word and the jump of thought.The lust falls in veins, hatred in the soil. We compose sonnets of worthless creation but abound in earthly treasure. Humanity of sanctity. Human for life.

Artwork courtesy of Lydia Burris Place

About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion