The Cynic Communtity

Lost Lights   ~Miss A We are the abandoned children, dolled up and pretty, You see we have no lights on, we haven't seen any, In the dark, knowing how the mice hunt for cheese, We know truly how to live, that it doesn't mean anything. For some people, sweet hearted bitter people, Live amongst us, thier hears stoned and rusted, And yet despite everything, they choose to smile, They understand everything is vague, nothing is alright. They see the cracks in our world, they see a lot, This perfected place, looks glued up by robots, It's holding up for now somehow, nobody knows how, And are those codes lines, one shall not touch. To understand it is stupid, live with it as it goes, Or find the elixir, they understand there's no way out, All this headache, and all this mess, just want to shatter, Disrupt everything that is there, but the face goes numb and they smile. That smile, with only a fraction of the eye, came and gone, Everyone has a story to tell, but nothing that co...

Shadowing ~Miss A And I'm scrolling reels, doom past the bedtime, And see something, on which I smile, Break through the mirror is a spotlight, Undeserving, this smile, it fades away. All the polished sentiments fade away, And I get painted in, more and more blue, You cannot see hues, but your love is overdue, Missed all chances of caring for me, just daily. Feels like I do not matter, to one and all of you, And the fantasy kicks in, to just disappear, Altogether, to be lost, and never be found, Fountain of love keeps flowing, unchecked still. All the background noise gets dim, All this compulsive luxury brought in, Makes me content, but doesn't fill, So perfect in a form, that I don't even fit. Called unique, and wierd; awesome and charming, In the end, it's just a clutter of words you throw in, No shakespeare, but could've used some rhyming, I concentrate and more, then the words become shaking. Seasons change and they come again, and again, and again, The person ...

 Power and Immunity ~ Miss A So delicate, yet so upfront, in this game, you get front, There's decay and self sabotage, let them have the power, Against you, head soul mind and body, all taken, For once seemingly, it could sound like a mistake, yet unshaken, And you choose to do it deliberately instead, let 'em take control, Shredded bodies full of protein and muscles, testosterone telling, To make a move, show off, a little violence, a little over the top, Find a place, all efforts, all delicate, spoken and soft, And let the permissions escape, as if all immunity is taken and exchanged, In shift and decline, instincts so feline, fast-track implementation, And then to give it all, to be accepted, ego grinding pain, Sweet sweet suffrance, crawl and beg to complete the segment. Under the shirt, under the skin, under the ribs, Where the fucking heart lies, past that to the ties, All cave thoughts cave in, you and I, as fragile as nile, Slowly and slowly the tension seethes, and be...

Core Flaw ~Miss A There's a flaw in my core, In the system that defines you and me, I'm alone, I'm a facade- all gone, When you come to find me, there's no more, As if I'm on shots of vervain, You try to chase me- won't find me, In the end, It's just me, it's just mean.  You try to put me into customs, Delish with precious jewels, reeking of chains, Had too many chances, And too many diffrences, One, but never will be, Lost, but never found, and still, What runs you- runs me, Those freckles, keep counting. Not strong, just rigid, Not heartless, just timid, How do you miss- every significant sign, Boots? Far away from being worn, never seen, All those hours, I spent, drenched in agony, Silent-sobs, didn't even recognise the numb voice, Peacefully heavy and colder mornings, Ruffed eyes, rugged head, and missing moreso. And I'm out here consoling, midst anxiety attacks, All thanks to you, I keep getting reasons to live, You won't know of it, ...

 I want you to know ~Miss A No one knows me, not that I wanna be known, Everyone wants to get closer, but I'm distant, at my pace, But things come falling apart, when I look at your face, I'm so mesmerized, I'm not even sure, why it's you, but it's you.  The someone, to whom I open my heart, where gateway falls, I take a step, hell bound, cursed by it, mad forgotten, I tell you things, 'cause stab me, I want you to know, The things I could never tell, so I let you feel, through expression.  You once, stood so stong to me, you're rather delicate now, And to becon I want to experience the folds, your hush, As pleasant that you sound to me, I find you quite artsy, And shatters it does to live, I understand I still want all of it. Let me take a good look at you, I want to memorize it again, I used to be so scared, I used to peek at you, when you slept, It felt as if, as if someone was mulling wine in my head, I felt drunk, I wanted you, but I couldn't move, ...

Cacti 🌵  ~Miss A More alone now, than ever, The blissful moments of college warmth is over, The friends, we promise to look out for, Are all busy, with their one this one life. I remember, I was the one who joined the groups, I made sure, no one ever felt left out, a crime to coup, And that could be the extrovert-iest person ever, Or someone, a person who's trying, a wallflower. Or it could be the most casual person, Or maybe a wierd one, my fabulous, And not because, I'm an empath or something, no, But because it's me, I look out, for good-bad even-alike.  One moment I could be the most aloud nuisance ever, Not caring for anyone, galloping like I own these streets, The next moment, I'll be sitting in a calm mulled sunset, Holding my cold feet-and nose, just me with me.  Now when it's just me, I need to be taken care of, Somthing that tells me, yes I'm alive and breathing, So I got myself, a pot of mud, and a plant of cacti, They are amazing, they live out for ...