The Cynic Communtity

DISTANT DREAMS (Until you hold on) ----Miss A All these days, I dream, I dream and I see; The things I can’t see... How far could I stare at the night sky? Starts would still fade away, chase it, I try But why o why, all those stars keeps striking my eyes Bidding water, a smile, to the lost space Turning everything into a glory of the gaze I promise you, distant dreams, are a facade Every step you take, you enter a maze Scalloping up any hints or any trace Why do I have to give so worth to the trance? Why can’t I just escape of the less of my chance? With every time the time playing its own loop Why my emotions can’t outrun this troop? Every single time, I would end up seeing the same visions Of certain unintended things, diverts me from treason And even this reason, could not overwhelm the shine For it’s the art of the defiant, a beauty of its own kind The art of self destruction is a beauty indeed Spreading every part of your soul like sand

Misleading    _Miss A   I guess that you are mislead because I am so misleading I am sorry, I get it all, but I am shameless enough to hide those dealings I catch it all actually, but I won’t give a hint until you declare I may not be my senses, but I would know which breath would give u a hike I guess I have to say my sorry, its list getting bigger and bigger Can I? When I enjoy your world, every piece in its glory I would just take a hitch in and lie Unafraid; of the consequences. Hell fortunes, I know what you fantasize about Waiting here, smiling to destroy your world, here I am I can see all your moves. Can you see mine? It’s just too disappointing to see, that now, The game of my own, messes with myself. I don’t even have to pack my bags, I’m so ready to move on Cause baby I never put anything in your observance Feelings? Eww… Do you think, your persuasion can change it all? Something I threw away, before it can be owned In this maze, I a

The Lover Of The Dark -Miss A It’s just that, I know what my preferences are, Slowly, inescapably, I know, that what I choose, is war And it’s an art, quite an archaic one, so profound We who love the adrenaline, the energy, so confound Like the words of some lady who in her song classified it “We are creatures of the night. We ain’t, worth it” And the fact dissolves in like sugar, oh my sugar, The more it proves the stiffness of the reality Is it tough? Living in the spaces you’d call a nightmare? No sugar, it’s the piece of the most autistic state So artistic, light seems like an extreme unstable state  And irritated we wait for the dark to take power in That’s where we breathe, comfortably, underneath I know, I can’t be sincere to the light, no matter what For the heart loves getting clouded and heavy The thunderstorms tell you how powerful you are The rain sweeps away all the disgust you have in The space, the time, smells like spells, raises your