The Cynic Communtity

 Illimitable Clandestine Yearn (ICY) ~Miss A I’m sorry, well I wanna narrate, for once I wanna see you in pain, So fathomless, it’ll cut you, ‘cause I wanna know your limits, never to cross again, Because I’m authoring a story, which with words alone you could never explain. Illicit and filled with agony, that I feel, I hope to share, no complaints. I wanna know my presence matters, hell lot to you, I wish to give you all, so quote me the truth. I wanna know my safe place, I wanna know you too, I wish to know where my all belongs, what hold in my ICY. Your kiss will take time to register, Your touch would somehow always stay on my skin. Before I pledge to be all yours, I’ll sigh, in relief, to know you gleam with trust in me. I don’t think it’s ethical, to conclude everything, It’s more beautiful, burning, kept safe inside my core, but sadly that I wish to quote, So, I hope you’ll show understanding, to the depth of my sincerity as well. I’m going to rehearse my li

 Hatred to overcome ~Miss A It’s the hatred I’m greeting, I know it’s okay not to be loved by all, But somewhere in my heart, Tears burn, it pierces, all this hate. But to cry about it, is not worth it, To hold on to the dry throat, grasping the air. For once that I feel, nothing but fragile again. Yet, I’ll quote, all the words of sugar, So sweet, it’ll make you question your assumption, Of all the things you’d spit; enjoy your redemption. It’s a celebration being a woman, To enchant all this fragility in beauty of femininity. The skin keeps getting soft, but sorry not my heart. It enchanters itself in a cage of serenity, Away from you, away from all, away from me. Brings me to choose myself, in a state so lonely, Brings me closer to myself, in a dearth so homely. It’s delicate, the influence of me that you’re being in. Tell you, I’m in the corner, away from a light beam, To be hunted down. Do I seem so pathetic? The wolves are the lone hunters, it’s the tige