The Cynic Communtity

Fake Love ~Miss A Disappointed in myself I gave you love, Pastels in a flower, colors like none, Comin’ up like, as if it all is a mystery, but oh love, No love; we’re just, ruining our friendship. It’s making me beg your pardon, When the thunder says it ain’t my fault, Scheming with the heaven’s scripts, Just escaping karma made me kinda trippy. Going from all happy to happiness with limits, Asking myself ‘bout this case, what has happened to me Where did the bottle of magic in my heart disappear Cut the chase, baby come back to me, my personality. Is that a pretty rose? Why am I scaling the cut thorns? Would you mind it my lord, if I accept the bad fragrance? It’s moving down my nerves, decaying everythin’ inside. You would say “No”, won’t you? Don’t let me beg nonetheless. So lord please I trust you with it, gift your enemy to me, I have no strength anymore, I can’t put more efforts, Just wanna breath the different kinds of air Cold, hot and the once passin

  Cat Trouble ~Miss A For have been prayed to, and wished after, There is no way to defend yourself, From the glorious grasp of the mighty paws, As the legend states, and as it goes… Do not offend the cat, play with it when it comes, There will be no reasons, for the further outcomes. It would be known to you, the soul of the lord, Engraved in words of gold, is called a murderer, Yet you beg to crave one more sight, Wishing over the flesh of black, Remains there ruins of that wright, Who draws patterns of mystic filthy. The cat is known to be the worst, It comes to you at the worst of the times, And asks you to play with it, In such fury, a sinister smile in humbleness, Hiding behind the holy name of hide and seek, An innocent- brutal game attire of slip or grip. Would you deny the eyes that demean the galaxy, A fountain of life, filled with jewels of stars, Bubbly and yet contains such shades of melancholy, Ripe in the core, ready to boil, A moment of such e

  180 Degrees   ~Miss A What is this, how did it turn like that, Slipping over the edge, the sand From the hands you didn't hold tight But maybe because the palm was twisted 180° A thousands thoughts of denial denied, When you lookout for a singular yes amongst. A savage knife you pull out to others Feels great inside you as well, hurts the pride Just like it would to anyone else, Minus the endeavoring sense of silence. What am I, how could I do it? Don't you know those answers better. Every single encounter, just a proof to the thesis, The bloodline flows beyond life forms And destiny makes you see 'em one by one. The only beauty that remains is the beauty of heart But did I not know what a black heart I engage. Why do every statement I speak; are suggestions of fallacy? You knew yourself better; cold words written on fire disappear. So does evaporate every sense of what you held off. Was that stupid. Of course it was. But you also do remember wha