The Cynic Communtity

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 ...

Fleeting moments ~Miss A Livin' in life, in the sheets of blue and green, Feeling in the facade of peace, winds of A.C., Looking back, not caring for anything, beautiful, I know because, I'm roaming the city in pajamas, And all these souls stuck in the phones hiccup, Keep staring at me, with a certain gaze, that tells, But maybe it's not, it could be because I'm horrid, Endless possibilities, but why taint with negativities. Making amends, everyday, channeling the energy, Happy, profound, and in my own, true, delight, Found a refection, mean, calling to me, You know you're the best, you've always known, Crazy, exciting, bewildered, bewitching, unknown, Host to a thousand bodies, souls to one, Cherish-cherish, become, and begone, Where am I, first floor, second floor, underground. Time to time I hear you, and remember I'm lost, Ancient cities, mordern warfare, karma, death and escape, As hazardous it seems, as hope grows to get a taste, This powerful energy i...

Crumbed Exhaustion ~Miss A  Laying crumbled wide awake, yet with a shire to spare, Folded like maybe an ant, breathing life in anchor, Meddling in businesses, I can belong to you, but all yours, Hysterical to misbehave, wanna find you once again, proud to belong. A century of finding the child within, yet emotions flicker, To find soft smiles between tensed sessions, who really are you, my mine, Trying to find reality, it's a fine grain, that slips and disappears, Forgetting everything giving out, a fool, so stupid, but still-but still. A cursive you won't get, a free fall into your arms, Never been fake, but neither knew the unfiltered, Boundaries I forget to have on myself now, it's particularly different, The loose end of my personality I didn't ever notice, melts to ashes. Think of me, I'm not so shallow, beware of me, Think for me, got way more guts then you could imagine, try, There would be guilt, yes, but I promise it would be worth a shot, Over and out, the...

Counting Mistakes ~Miss A With nothing left to say, what do I speak about, Finding fault in my everything, where do I speak my round? Though we’d be counting our smiles, why are we counting my mistakes? Am I this bad, was I really that clumsy, thought I knew my stakes, But every time your smile disappears, I get a deep guilt churning, I never did, or would think of hurting you ever, my rebel in my throat burning. Do my opinions not matter, for I say them, but it’s then all my mistake, Has my heart in a titter-tatter, I was never wrong, but still forgive me, Over and over, every time, why are we counting my mistakes? If I keep everything to me, if I keep apologizing, when am I really speaking? Where would I go, where do I complain, about the harassment of life, This and this, and that and this, everything I do, wrong, cross, who do I be? Haven’t counted for a day, let’s do it, let’s count now, The reasons you felt a still over, and for what I am running, I am not even sure if my say is ...

Beetle and The Beach ~Miss A I looked at you, and I stared at you, a little longer, Maybe no one told you so, but my eyes, they hold your picture, In this understanding, of the uniqueness, in one’s own self, I find it beautiful, I find it enchanting beautiful, and as well a very haunting beautiful, I look it through, the eyes of a curious cat, doting the edges of reality, Maybe you are a lost soul, staring at void at nothingness, or with clarity, There is my love, there is my death, on the coast we co-belong, But when we are together, there is no seething noise, it’s instead a song. It will always be, a memory, of the things we have seen, I have a little more, or a little less, overall-anyways to hold to keen, Once we are one, I won’t remember anything, all I would is to breathe, In a heavy day, and through everyday, that’s all we need-don’t we, The posters that we see, here and there, and all over all together, Are everywhere, around us and in us, how we got made like it, The favorite...

 Odd Hopes ~ Miss A You try to die, and free of the pain because you've been wronged, I keep groping the hands of life, because there's nothing like true justice, But we do have something common, our eyes empty trailing the horizon, You can't get past the eyelids, I can't get inside it.  Look across the city, sounds of traffic, skyscrapers with lights bedazzling, It looks so cozy out from here, but really is it? As uncanny as it may seem, this is where we belong, Tarnishing hopes and reeking jealousy.  We make no amends to change it, for it is what it is, We just somehow want to escape this matrix, Purge it with our energy, that our souls don't have anymore, We see ourselves in accident, a way to end the lure.  Weakend and worsened, there's the enlightenment, Of anything it be, but nothing can be worse than this, On the bottom of the well you see another hope, But odd hopes like this don't go nowhere. It takes you with it, or you learn to live with it, Eithe...