The Cynic Communtity

Play doll ~Miss A Laughs and curiosity, what do I imagine, We sitting here, playing play dolls, Playing dollls or playing me, Under the table, a castle forfeiting. Suddenly I don't know, it's all jazzy, Trailed off tracks, tinted records, What's with the bump, let's see, Know and forget it all, it's life. It'll all come back through, in the shower, The dresser, the cabinets, keep a hush, Walk life, like the heels pumping confidence, Killing inside, but with all the might and tide. No reference, I'm scared you'll know, Cause you tend to study, the subjects I burn, Not a willing chase, it's a drought, Doesn't it seem interesting, a double thought. In control of everything, hair to cloth, Don't know how the silver lining shreds, A blue filter of blur, to make it all golden, Classic butchery, in your hands no reminent. One day I'll grow tired, I might speak of, Things and promises kept to self be smuggled, All for the fun and for the taste of...

  May death find you alive ~Miss A Dear diary, I'm going to shart a new chapter, The last one was way to long to flip the page, Here I'm back again, enlightened by the lightning of night, I'll make believe into the mazes of life truthfully, When the blood flows upstream and all blue, I'll respect you death by letting you find me alive.  I'll find new ways, look through cut class like solitaire, The worst kinda quit is quitting on yourself, Life you're so kind to me, providing me shade, So I respect you for your burning sun shines, Who should I be this chapter, something like a nuisance, Cradle in an adventure of bliss and of ignorance. Lord of death, when you come to find me, I'll try with my motif and my motive, to let you see, A flashback of before colorful blanket turned black, The life so small in comparison you once have had, To the eternal transaction of abyss, taking others over, Make you grim with despair again, still hollowing a smile.  For when I w...

 Wind of the night ~Miss A Oh no! It's midnight again, a full moon, My toes are churning, I'm trying tying myself, Chaining, containing to take hold of the mischief spinning, Getting reckless and thirsty to take a look and abide. What comes after, unknown, keeps calling, Urging to leave the bed, go run down the road, To feel the cold of autumn, let the storm touch, Craving to let feet know the dewey green grass. A call, I don't know to answer, but I could hear, Away from the sweet dreams I see, I wither, As if I'm craving for water, but I could only smell it, Something to do, very devious, that I don't know of. If I could only define this nausea, deemed felony, Wide awake and feeling hunting, finding cheers, Searching curses, sewing parts of personality, I become it, it becomes me, one, none. Lord knows what hide here, in the garden would I find pixie dust, Or in the rage of the night, will I find my lord itself, These butterflies keep rampaging my stomach, Whatever...

Sucrose ~Miss A Just got here yesterday, will be leaving tomorrow, The present is nonchalant, just happening as it is, Don't know if destiny will cross paths,  As the days are passing, the sufferings seems lost. What was I here for, what was I made of, Childlike visions now to rare to see clearly, In the end, we all wish the ending to be sweet, What we're constantly aching, sucrose. Picture us walking aside, and every time I do, Find you checking, my taunt so hilarious, Shows me if we're ice, then there must be glitter, Hither thither and rotten, still two cubes a freckle. Light the candles, help lighten the mood, An open book, so unread, quite unreal isn't it, But differences we cater to, go by similar things, Take me to a place of snow, humor my sucrose. A place of powered snow, cotton bed, starry nights, I'm not a person of day or night, I'm for all, I can't sleep, how beautiful each fragment of nature, Wish you could see through my eyes, what people kill...

Never Really Speaking  ~Miss A Here I go throught the night again, Going it through and through again, With a heart that keeps shivering, And the breath trying to hush, soldering, Asking myself again, what's wrong with me, Starting to make out faces in shadows. No dear lord, let the misters have me instead, I plea, and to tell you so sincerely, I plea, Feeling neusea filling up nostrils, blocking, Any air from reaching to help me breathe, You were there with me, yet I'm alone, And all those statements that could rebel, falsify. Truth is for beings with courage, lie is indifferent, It brings the choas to a haul, denies it pleasure, Of reality, it's faithful to making everything systematic, Shoulders still tight, chest broad, but eyes lowered by fragments, But ince the just falls over, they tend regain strength, Felling an ironed knife pulled to the belly from the neck.  Maybe because nape of life dissociates chemicals of internal death, Been in this grave so long, started fo...

My tangerines  ~Miss A To you my love 🍊  I am cold again, my bones see spikes of ice, Very narcissistic, again who am I, noone, Never saw through the walls, never looking back, Never understood, the cinematic relevance, The running, the hush, the silence gap of the curtains falling, I'm zoned out, for the first time I could relate. Next to you, I finally saw my vision getting charred, So happy, how do I tell you, you're more than someone, You're an alibi, ask me once, and I'll be there to clean your knife, For a lesson deep rooted to never trust never lean, I saw you in a very different light,  I let go of me, with you I'm extraordinary, I feel alive, But for the mannerisms unlearned, I hurt you, something I fear a lot.  I'm there trying to pick you up, trying to make you understand, That you got me on my feet, you're way more than I, Hard to tell you with words, even way harder to spell, But out of all I want to make, I wanna tell you, you're my prize,...