The Cynic Communtity

  Putting Shame Down -Miss_A   You won’t be able to judge it, but now you could see it well To put down your sense of shame to be in the eyes of someone Once you push yourself through that boundary, Then I will ask “Is there anything else you’re afraid of?” Staying not interdentally, like being stitched to a place And can’t do anything, can neither leave, nor stay Can you even imagine what my words mean for you to me? When I say: “Who can love you like me?” Whether you stay or leave, that’s all yours to believe But I can’t move apart from this fate of crime on me This clock that I put on keeps me stitched to the same place Making a puppetry of myself, being swung around Can’t you see how put the veil of venerate is in put down Maybe that’s a mistake, falling from the regal to the bare To sip any amount of potions of the poisons for one moment And seeing your portrait, spitting at your state But it’s already done, putting the shame down A...

  Shiver. -     Miss A.   It alerts me, my everything, going chasing the racks of my brain   And out of every casual word, these words are suddenly bold We were moving straightforward, and then suddenly it’s all Italic I do not understand this, how... To hear shivers in your voice, but no it’s not engulfed with fear It’s that sweet-sweet tone in the midst of rough, its conscious making Suddenly all that the power I reckoned seems endangered As if suddenly turning from a predator to a fish, small and scared It sends chills so deep, so cutting through... yet you know to trust Of some place so unguided by thrills, so dangerously satisfying And all the hairs at the back of neck thorns, fear of unknown Grasping, clutching in a way, you are ready to run out Yet something in you stays still, unable to move away And you don’t know if its fear that holds you in place, or your wish The vibe is haunting, but you still want to listen t...

  Where You Call Home -Miss_A. How does it feel, losing all the sense of direction? With every step that you take, moving forward And suddenly realization hits you, you are lost And your heart pounds, all you want to do Is to go home But you don’t know where that place is anymore You see the little of warmth you have had Slowly and steadily configure into cold The cold driven by fear as well as the distancing Of the little of nest finalizing as a sovereign I’m delusional and I’m still silenced, by myself But I hope I can spell the line well “A place where people still think about you   Is where you call home ” But when you are lost you can’t depend on someone To keep thinking of you, and by some miracle you’re back But still make it sure you never forget to remember them At some corner of your heart, ‘cause they’d be searching Searching for you, their feet gone so cold Make sure, you treasure the memories Even when you know it’s all gone...