The Cynic Communtity

 Hush ~Miss A Got into an argument, best never won, Over and over, keeping it all pondering over, Bury 'em up, made sure the dust is settled, It's only moments, before the voices disappear, When the light burn low, the hush falls sweeter, A hard gulp, fear of it all, the rush all deeper.  Where 'em learned mannerism, what's behaviour, Chapters and chapters, never ending hustle saviour. Life sounded better, when it sounded illegal, Thoughts of love, better not be spoken, Steep valleys to run from, secrets swallowed, Count of memories, to stay devoid still, When the curtain falls, no shame no denial, When thoughts go berserk, even blood shail, Truths wilder than dare, what could you even ask of me, Force of friction, grinds better than gravity. Graffiti on the shoes, a character meanie and delusional, True nature is to nurture, tone by tone up, Break the mold, have it carved on the midriff, Trace lines, void of intoxicated slaver rizz, Suddenly it's hot and cold, the ...

 Comfort N Fantasy ~Miss A Over the top, near the clouds, looking at the sea and the hound of light, Over all the ginormous quest of looking out, clearly gone without a fight, In the comfort of purring winds, as if a princess dazzling the sequins, Cray-cray the world, it's all a fantasy, midst of mews, a true queens. True fiction arises in two forms, the beast of pain, and the room of clueless, There's nothing mediocre, mediocrity is made for reality, dreamy not ruthless, To chase impossibility knowing only right, stupidity with chaos, going in spirals, A Summers-Sangria, Autumn-Amaretto, Scotch-Spring and just Water for Winter. Taste as vivid as yesterday, but where has the day been, so-so gone in dillydally, Lost in a genuine deceit, and where was the last seventy years, done silly-sally, Totally brainwashed by feel good movies and songs, by all those sweet-endings, Watching life just pass by, with a glimpse of hope in the escape, lord these cravings. Where is the sanity, let...