May 30, 2016

Drifting

white-painted-brick-wall-texturethe days are pooling together

like rainbow crayons melted

upon kiddie menus at greasy joints

 

random moments take place in one area

of my thoughts

in another

felt from the left

 

not sure of the real people

or the ones you can float your hands within

 

real people over phones

or the ones found in dreams

the chore is the lack of reality

the lack of untruth

in what only can be true

 

did that blond girl really speak to me

of her past

past friends

how she came to be married

 

movie girl or real girl

picture of my thoughts

black read across pages

real

to me

 

manifested in blood

their breath felt

with shadows absent

do I walk through walls

into different universes

ones with their cheesy grins

others who talk in tongues

 

real for hours

dreams for minutes

between familiar white walls

blank spaces in my head

 

 

 

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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

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