The Cynic Communtity

 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...

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 ...