The Cynic Communtity

  A Lesson on Self Care. Hello Women. I have a question to ask, and I will ask you straightforwardly. Do you still care about yourself? Talk to yourself? Look after your bodies? Call yourself beautiful and be profound in your own eyes, because in my sight, you don't need another person to tell you that. To tell you what you are, once you tell yourself that you are amazing, you become that. I would like to talk about women’s health in their early twenties. It’s a crazy time period isn’t it, those authentic party dresses don’t seem to grab your attention. It’s bland, you’re happy and unknown sources of happiness, and energy keeps coming at you. But it seems Mother Nature wasn’t satisfied with that, she’d put you in a state where you just don’t want to love yourself, but also be loved by people. Those who we never cared about seem so much, and we’d like the grasp hold of them till the milestone of life we could see. Amazingly, it’s not difficult to attain that, achieve some

  Bullet on the Belly ~Miss A I'm bored of myself, so I'm going to hit you Simply, it's not even the attention anymore It's just the shady, which I can't control I like to express it, rise above the level, overflow. Gonna hit the bait, let it confuse you Check it, observe it, destroy it as you please This is a problem I don't want to get into Addicts of danger, needs a bit of gunpoint At the head, at the heart, turn flesh into jelly A Russian Roulette, see me through your mindsight Hold on the trigger, scare dear; bullet on the belly. Are you brave enough, to hurt your dear this night? For I'm a snack you chew on You chew and chew and chew, I'm a gum, ends are no You play a game, you whack a mole You kill the mole you win And end your interest and the joy is damaged You would replay it right! With whom, I wanna know. There's no one like me, I promise you I'm a crowd-pleaser, not an opponent you'd like to bestow. Can you change the background,

  Seventh Sense of Sniffing - Miss A Rats are so much rabbits, minus the beauty Seeing back the past, so bubbly, minus the likely Rancid butter-frosting, state a lucid dream molten You gain power to control it, but it's already rotten. In this power, you get to sense, a seventh sense The sense of sniffing, the elements of behavior so intense It's so deep, and before you know, it litters of their tongue Could you change it, you already believed that monologue But you can now smell, what they'd know Sparks of neuron electricity, like a criminal, a crow. But rabbits and rats both survive Massive times of hunger, shelter and death-ride It takes the skins off the rabbits But nothing from the cluster of rats For the rats were never loved before "They are what they are", deprived of characteristics Uninvited to grounds of morals, white layer of décor. What do one has to lose, who's already stripped Rodents are bare, can't pretend to be what they aren't You kn

  Chase -Miss A Breathe, the ice will reflect the light Emerging from your eyes In the midst of trauma that rides For the heat in bones marks delight Chase the sound, chase the will Wherever the beat you can hear  Chase the aroma, the power, the trill It's the best option there's no one there. Like the trumpets, being blown And it's rhythm matching your own It's just the melody is stuck somewhere Being reflected back and forth, rocking, lost. But it's in a riddle you know Your desire to reach the longitude Chase it, till you can accept the gratitude For not everyone can lead a path of the unknown. Make a choice, bless yourself, be scared and leave Or be ready to break the chain When you cross the boundaries, you heave Hyperventilate, for you're there, watching time drain. But you a moment to realize,  You are just a novice In the league of masters. But you shine, for you choose the mayhem and crisis. Ready to be trained, the new way Except the tips won't wor

  Twelve Coins For Heaven -Miss A I apologize there that I go, cursing the gates But I just have some coins for that all, Every nice deep not by mistake, 12 coins for the heavens. 'Cause I don't believe that I can visit there Just the luxury, I can't permanently afford  Or because you didn't invite me there too as well. For the heaven is too easy to be purchased Just some coins, just some bribery to do. And the crazy being you categorize into How you been told and how you fantasized But I'm not a sucker for the same Follow you around, driving you insane For the heaven costs only 12 coins Too cheap for a visit, then to me being good a tasteless toast But I do seem to enjoy ceremony And for my kind who disappears, named us ghosts. You see me now, you run And then you don't. Who are you running from? Who are you running behind? Where did I go?  Did it leave a trace, oh, none. But until you can't seem to understand The food you came for, makes you a prey  The ti