Shiny pop beat
Looking at me
Back in the future
What do I see?
Not sure why it caught my fancy
Stars so bright that you gotta believe
Something better might be coming for me
If aliens are real they'd be dying to be
Posed on my left arm singing with me off-key
Cause right now I feel there's no better place to be
Slingshot sadness,
Turn me into a zombie every month
And then a pixie every other one
Learning to ride that black tide depression
Lightstruck starglow molten manic highs,
Every ounce of sugar rotting from inside
I don't give a fuck anymore
If it's only for a moment then I'm glad to be alive
I'm trusting you to also survive
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Nocturnalisms
PoetryAll of the hiding, it's because of the hunt And if they haven't chased you, Then you don't know enough to judge... Nocturnalisms is a collection of poems about living with night owl tendencies, seeing through narcissists and their mind games, experi...
