December 5, 2017

The Tools of My Trade

Good Day2 (4)The tools of my trade

Are mania and the crash

In peace I write of love


Reality is pain

When the monsters

Live on the inside

The world is seen

from the lens of

LSD implications

Its all there

Not really


Life outside from the touch

Is grand

Unmoving of trauma

Bills paid

You have your health

Food and a roof


On the inside

Even the flavors

Mix with the sounds

White hiss

They dance wild

In your mind

In the bottom

They’ll let you rest


Poetry and art flitter

Of the macabre

The subversive

The lull in the pain

Your feet hit

Cold floors

At least you can

put on your

Socks today


From the hurt comes passion

The fall comes strength

The fear of

The monster

comes the creative


The tools of my trade

Are mania and the crash

In peace I write of love



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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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