The Cynic Communtity

Too small ~Miss A In a context for what you'd call a pre destination, I always keep hearing what I'm to you is a quatum delusion, But for I've reached you, shown you my presence, Must be a signal quite big, well huge, huge. You found me, you must be looking for me too, Very eagerly, and with very keen eyes for sure, I appreciate you, I keep getting lost in this endless universe, Your hand to me, looks to me like a gods light of redemption. My nation is blessed, you must be excited for my discovery, But who is whom and why is what, What questions were we looking up a solution for, For a trick ke luck and we can't let go of each other. I'm such a quatum carnivore, and you, Alien X; You thought you could play me, forget it, When I go to sleep on the bed of time and space, I'll have you layering me up like a blanket, punk! You might not realise, atoms and galaxies floow same principles, You could try hard, for to make me but a loser, But I know you ways, I'm all...

 Moonwatching  ~ Miss A My girl, where is that you are at? Ping me up, I'll pick you up, Let's go moonwatching.  Let's find a place, distant from city lights, Cold and calm, secure and in girl gang, Smoke grilled food, mocktail, beach laidback chairs. Nightshades, pumpkin lotion, contemporary pop, The view, let's pick up those binoculars too, Beat tapping, stories and chat lost topics. Things that I desire, let me tell you, For you might not know the pros of moonbathing, The stars the all there to twinkle for you too.  They teach you, that even at rest, look up, Head held high, vision to the sky, For who they grind, shine in the mindless night. It's all just a glittering soup, shimmering metallic, Right though our souls, igniting the bedazalled, Oh! To be a child of the night, calm and chaotic. Let's make some paper lanterns, show craftsmanship, Put all the heart in for something absolutely ridiculous, But we just aged up, heart remains the same. Some say love i...

Finding You Cry 🖤 ~Miss A Dear stranger, don't let me know you, I can't ignore, can't reassure, Finding you cry, Shortness of breath, they dry.  I find you hiding, self binding, Good, not for the world to know, It's okay, cry, have some water, I won't help, but I validate you. I won't speak to thorn your awkwardness, I'll pretend I never saw, blinding lights distracted, Yeah, I totally never noticed this building on my right, I don't even know these roads of my daily route.  Aren't I supposed to be cold, I feel my warmth radiate, From my skin to the surrounding, getting struck with wind, Losing track of my visioned path, it rushes past, And somewhere I hope it reaches you, comfots.  And I don't even know you, I must be stupid, Or maybe I'm loved, oh, that must be it, For all my hate and anger, that I put so much effort to save, Dissolves so quickly, as if it was never there.  Cold unsure, but weak for real, so able to dilute, Whatever is yo...

RUF Miss A Laying by the hot spring, a fluid of happiness in the gambling cold haze, All wobbly and bubbly, everything asked for done, everything achieved, Toes in, rather wanna drown, lord this pinching pain, Not being able to kill the gaze, love and precise, not in the moment. Cradled by the robe, it's only one thing, you and I, To see everything do yourself, than being welcomed crippling, Might as well wear the chippings spun with soft layers of forest bark, Hood around and find you, but self chaining is learned poor, To be mirrored, to be looked upon like sugar syntactic, Cherished like an ant, sorting valuables for the winter.  It's all just RUF, Real ugly feeling, A piece of you stays in me, one lives one dies, Even allergies give better signs, unlike rectify and redefine, Another moment I'll be over it, but right now it burns grasping, Only to request back a warm sympathise. Electrocution, I know it, very well, at every nerve ending like a pin prick, Like a portal to...

On the top of bridge ~ Miss A. On the top of brigde, There's you and I, And I thinking why, Who shall stay on the bridge, chile. On the top of brigde, I look down and see, Black river flows by, Would the drowned by visible, chile.  On the top of brigde, Mesmerizing moon reflects in night, Elasticity and too 3D I find, Will it change to eclipse trench, chile. On the top of brigde, I'm smiling and gleaming, Your jokes are reaching your fractal nerves, Is it a good time to stop it, chile.  On the top of brigde, Would you plan a push, If you were I, How dare you I'll take you along, chile. On the top of bridge, And maybe you recognise my anger, And remembered to say sorry, Lord, victim escaped, chile.

Overthink Through  ~Miss A All faults so visible, yet to be held accountable, Crossing this midriff, is like getting sunk in quick sand, What do I say, for my heart bleeds, but you're innocent, I wander in this dune, feel like I have no cover, Having being taken, and getting tormented in flowers, Might this be us, I don't know, for a linear tanget accross stays hollow. Back to checking notes, back to cheking cradles for dote, I think the classical I like, is sorta punk linguistic, Lie down, mediate, breathe, breathe more, No words are friends while in flashbacks of mindlessness, Could I ask for one, could I ask for more, favours, Day by day, walking through the aisle, is getting hopeless. If only could I feel the warmth the blankets provide, If only could I feel a little more alive, that I don't know I could be, You wouldn't have found me all curled up gasping for air, The thin ice cage, keeps frosting, keeps getting thicker, getting blurry, One life, I don't know h...