February 10, 2016

Crayola Mess

il_fullxfull-1024x685 (2)With the mania comes the dark

One without the other would not be me

My mind

My congested thought


With mania comes the Crayola mess of melted wax

The myriad of colors run together

Patterns flow in waves

Move in sounds


With the dark comes the colors

They begin to slow

Haunting in their whispered song

Deafening with the hum


The seconds of the clock tick along

Anxiety with a stunted pace

Buried in every minute with agony


In every second tragedy with triumph

Within the triumph the success

As the minutes pass into days

The victory

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


Lgbtq, Poetry, Uncategorized, women


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