The Cynic Communtity

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

If I didn't know trust ~Miss A I came to see, a glimpse of you, through the pecking woods, and I saw you, Saw you from afar, in this deep black blue shirt, long enough to cover your calf, And I know when I'll come, those eyes that doesn't seem to sketch would dwell so deep, I'll rushing to you, as if I was being pulled, can't control it, so instead I walk slowly. Whatever that was on my mind now erased, Through the gush of the cool autumn wind, That ran between your wait for me and my face, Shall I stop in here, take a look at you, don't know how I found you, what's at stake, Now the chirping of birds, sounds like how you breathe in this dusk,  The coffee you hold, I hope it holds to your taste, And I don't know where to begin, but I melody is set, In back of mind it's sweet, it's condensing, and as it goes the melody iterates.  I could, love you better, If I didn't know, how to trust in you. Girl, I could protect you better, If I didn't

Cute things I witnessed today   ~Miss A No way I'm doing this, for if so, I'll have so much to dump everyday, But I wanna specially pen it down today for some reason, so let's begin. Cute things that I witnessed today, that's how my day started, A bit cold, a tad tired as it should be, but then there was rain drizzle. Empty roads, small shops still opening business at five thirty, cute, Sweet smell of the milk tea, and a happy psscht of arranging snack packets. The park, filled with energetic pigeons, reigning it like the landlord, The lone dog acting like the king boundaries, owing it all. Oh work, what a droid, now it's gonna be boring right, Saw a girl skinny and judged, pushing up the ramp like a model, Yes! Confidence. You go girl! Woohoo!  Craved chocolate, sweet, will count it in. Saw a disabled woman lacking legs, with a son of about age thirteen, And the son hid in her Saree's Aanchal and slept, while her mother caressed his hair in a bliss. Found anoth

Mewling brew Constant strangeness ~Miss A A morning maze, gripping shoulders back to bed, Heavy eyelids says to jump back into the dreams, Dreams of me fighting and running to save you, Wei o wei me no scared o d daggers,  Hanging on my neck, the earth's coming to haul, Breaking down, getting me underwater, in negative slo-mo. Yet all I see in the shadows casting over the surface, As I manage to come up for air, notice the sirens chanting your name, In a hurry and praying my all in line, like groping on miracle beads, Haunts me to know, you're so important to me, how to keep this a secret, For if they take you one day, I'm losing my all just to have you back, And that's what I'm doing in this fanatsy, shouldn't be slightest of inconvenience for you. Fight for me my dear, and I'm gonna catch you by your hand before you fall, A saviour of yours I wanna be, but that sounds just not like me, Let's try something new again, let me hold your hand, When you fall

Yellow Decorations ~Miss A I look in the mirror, I have grown, but look the same as before; Learned to breathe, learned to quiver, learned to stain a cast, yet uneducated. Foolish wishes from the undergrounds of the heart which I wished then, Would have better been true then, 'cuz for now, it spears ridiculousness. I'll try it once again, even when it smells sick, with an agenda to motivate self, What am I looking for, seem disconnected from reality more than ever, never care. Never to wake early, caring for a slight hope for mischief, Beside, par all, a happy run from what to escape, came easy. Freedom has no taste, without the terrorised pain, a roaring adventure, Now I'm on ground, no chains, but unable to run from the cage. Oh petite thoughtfullness, push me back me choas, see me dive, All the sweet memos is crawling my brain like sugar starch. If it was then, I would have begged to see it today, Ruthless, for even the past few years upcoming, I see it bizzare. When wou

Peddling ghosts ~ Miss A Where do dreams come from, a question, Or are the characters so defined, a crossover? As I realise, every thing I notice, or like sub-notice, Are either there as a pivot, based on the sentiments they reverted, Or the main second characters, if I had an opinion to think, Some just half build distortions of 'em, some absolutely new. The breach between the eyebrows, to the form of settling of the eyes, For lord's stake, I'm staring too long, hypnotized by each being, what is this! Trying to understand the architecture, no matter the subject being a child or an old, The differences I see, and then to trace down similarly, feels like real gold. But what's the power they hold? For some in my dreams just weaklings, Some appear like a live-savers, some like peddling ghosts. The one holding the seniority, sadly isn't the one who's save this damsel in distress, It rather occurs to be the one who feels like the death of me. Trying to pedal stones a