The Cynic Communtity

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 ...

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 ...