The Cynic Communtity

Sucrose ~Miss A Just got here yesterday, will be leaving tomorrow, The present is nonchalant, just happening as it is, Don't know if destiny will cross paths,  As the days are passing, the sufferings seems lost. What was I here for, what was I made of, Childlike visions now to rare to see clearly, In the end, we all wish the ending to be sweet, What we're constantly aching, sucrose. Picture us walking aside, and every time I do, Find you checking, my taunt so hilarious, Shows me if we're ice, then there must be glitter, Hither thither and rotten, still two cubes a freckle. Light the candles, help lighten the mood, An open book, so unread, quite unreal isn't it, But differences we cater to, go by similar things, Take me to a place of snow, humor my sucrose. A place of powered snow, cotton bed, starry nights, I'm not a person of day or night, I'm for all, I can't sleep, how beautiful each fragment of nature, Wish you could see through my eyes, what people kill...

Never Really Speaking  ~Miss A Here I go throught the night again, Going it through and through again, With a heart that keeps shivering, And the breath trying to hush, soldering, Asking myself again, what's wrong with me, Starting to make out faces in shadows. No dear lord, let the misters have me instead, I plea, and to tell you so sincerely, I plea, Feeling neusea filling up nostrils, blocking, Any air from reaching to help me breathe, You were there with me, yet I'm alone, And all those statements that could rebel, falsify. Truth is for beings with courage, lie is indifferent, It brings the choas to a haul, denies it pleasure, Of reality, it's faithful to making everything systematic, Shoulders still tight, chest broad, but eyes lowered by fragments, But ince the just falls over, they tend regain strength, Felling an ironed knife pulled to the belly from the neck.  Maybe because nape of life dissociates chemicals of internal death, Been in this grave so long, started fo...

My tangerines  ~Miss A To you my love 🍊  I am cold again, my bones see spikes of ice, Very narcissistic, again who am I, noone, Never saw through the walls, never looking back, Never understood, the cinematic relevance, The running, the hush, the silence gap of the curtains falling, I'm zoned out, for the first time I could relate. Next to you, I finally saw my vision getting charred, So happy, how do I tell you, you're more than someone, You're an alibi, ask me once, and I'll be there to clean your knife, For a lesson deep rooted to never trust never lean, I saw you in a very different light,  I let go of me, with you I'm extraordinary, I feel alive, But for the mannerisms unlearned, I hurt you, something I fear a lot.  I'm there trying to pick you up, trying to make you understand, That you got me on my feet, you're way more than I, Hard to tell you with words, even way harder to spell, But out of all I want to make, I wanna tell you, you're my prize,...