June 25, 2016


IIMG_0936 can’t read the fine print  

the print is in my own fucking handwriting

last night’s mania has left scratches and ramblings of angst

persecutions written in haste scribblings


lie flat









among the chair

head passed out

with abandon

drippy corners

thoughts of hurried disgust on paper

become the littered spew of vomit

on wooden floors

sloppy manifestations on my favorite shirt


pills knocked across the desk

tumble to the floor

can’t let the cat play with them

those ones are mine

cans litter about

dirty clothes

candles burned all the way down

their metal stand drowns in obscurity

from last remnants of smelly lavender rain


incense boils to a ripe shitty fog

burns hairs within the confines of the small room

a chamber of filth, mania, and deliverance


I am the filthy of mania still seeking for deliverance

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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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