The Cynic Communtity

Counting Mistakes ~Miss A With nothing left to say, what do I speak about, Finding fault in my everything, where do I speak my round? Though we’d be counting our smiles, why are we counting my mistakes? Am I this bad, was I really that clumsy, thought I knew my stakes, But every time your smile disappears, I get a deep guilt churning, I never did, or would think of hurting you ever, my rebel in my throat burning. Do my opinions not matter, for I say them, but it’s then all my mistake, Has my heart in a titter-tatter, I was never wrong, but still forgive me, Over and over, every time, why are we counting my mistakes? If I keep everything to me, if I keep apologizing, when am I really speaking? Where would I go, where do I complain, about the harassment of life, This and this, and that and this, everything I do, wrong, cross, who do I be? Haven’t counted for a day, let’s do it, let’s count now, The reasons you felt a still over, and for what I am running, I am not even sure if my say is ...

Beetle and The Beach ~Miss A I looked at you, and I stared at you, a little longer, Maybe no one told you so, but my eyes, they hold your picture, In this understanding, of the uniqueness, in one’s own self, I find it beautiful, I find it enchanting beautiful, and as well a very haunting beautiful, I look it through, the eyes of a curious cat, doting the edges of reality, Maybe you are a lost soul, staring at void at nothingness, or with clarity, There is my love, there is my death, on the coast we co-belong, But when we are together, there is no seething noise, it’s instead a song. It will always be, a memory, of the things we have seen, I have a little more, or a little less, overall-anyways to hold to keen, Once we are one, I won’t remember anything, all I would is to breathe, In a heavy day, and through everyday, that’s all we need-don’t we, The posters that we see, here and there, and all over all together, Are everywhere, around us and in us, how we got made like it, The favorite...