The Cynic Communtity

                       IDK WHAT’S THIS:       _miss A. FLOWERS OF FUNGUS ON THE UNDEAD -Glitch- She lies there, like ever, and can’t hear me ring the bell She lies there, aware of me, yet unaware of my entry Nor could she figure out my leaving, I guess, but she knows I am here, or I’ve been here, or I just left here But whenever she looks into my eyes, I don’t know What that is? Hatred, sympathy, pain, or vengeance For she lies here on the mercy of my own And I don’t know who I am to disagree Yet this little woman doesn’t know, Whose hands she had fallen on. Mercy? Beg dear! But she just won’t. The things that I bestow on her, why accept? Is that a challenge? I don’t get into this insight of torture But I guess you love pain yourself. Must be the reason why I can’t sense of the disgrace I cause No hint of any guilt. She...

 Where are you? -Miss_A I am uncertain, Uncertain about what I want, what I need The more I'm more uncertain, the more my mind clears out Waking up with a shock in the midnight And can't help myself to sleep My mind simply so nerve-wreaking Forcing me to walk out, midst my lazy lazy Something is not right, the breeze needs to be colder Alas, I don't even know what I am running away from The darkness of the night isn't pitch black, I'm hurt, this cloak of warmth that I'm not into I put my fav song on, volume the loudest Singing the words inside, or say screaming Every beat too distracting, too rough, yet too soft Until I'm myself a piece of creation of the voice itself Playing on repeat, not loud still I lay by my face and close my eyes, my world speeds up As if I'm in racing in fast cars, the air cutting me I sigh in disdain, it's here The cold wind, the pitch black darkness, the loudness Trying to distract mys...

DISTANT DREAMS (Until you hold on) ----Miss A All these days, I dream, I dream and I see; The things I can’t see... How far could I stare at the night sky? Starts would still fade away, chase it, I try But why o why, all those stars keeps striking my eyes Bidding water, a smile, to the lost space Turning everything into a glory of the gaze I promise you, distant dreams, are a facade Every step you take, you enter a maze Scalloping up any hints or any trace Why do I have to give so worth to the trance? Why can’t I just escape of the less of my chance? With every time the time playing its own loop Why my emotions can’t outrun this troop? Every single time, I would end up seeing the same visions Of certain unintended things, diverts me from treason And even this reason, could not overwhelm the shine For it’s the art of the defiant, a beauty of its own kind The art of self destruction is a beauty indeed Spreading every part of your soul like sand ...

Misleading    _Miss A   I guess that you are mislead because I am so misleading I am sorry, I get it all, but I am shameless enough to hide those dealings I catch it all actually, but I won’t give a hint until you declare I may not be my senses, but I would know which breath would give u a hike I guess I have to say my sorry, its list getting bigger and bigger Can I? When I enjoy your world, every piece in its glory I would just take a hitch in and lie Unafraid; of the consequences. Hell fortunes, I know what you fantasize about Waiting here, smiling to destroy your world, here I am I can see all your moves. Can you see mine? It’s just too disappointing to see, that now, The game of my own, messes with myself. I don’t even have to pack my bags, I’m so ready to move on Cause baby I never put anything in your observance Feelings? Eww… Do you think, your persuasion can change it all? Something I threw away, before it can be owned In ...

The Lover Of The Dark -Miss A It’s just that, I know what my preferences are, Slowly, inescapably, I know, that what I choose, is war And it’s an art, quite an archaic one, so profound We who love the adrenaline, the energy, so confound Like the words of some lady who in her song classified it “We are creatures of the night. We ain’t, worth it” And the fact dissolves in like sugar, oh my sugar, The more it proves the stiffness of the reality Is it tough? Living in the spaces you’d call a nightmare? No sugar, it’s the piece of the most autistic state So artistic, light seems like an extreme unstable state  And irritated we wait for the dark to take power in That’s where we breathe, comfortably, underneath I know, I can’t be sincere to the light, no matter what For the heart loves getting clouded and heavy The thunderstorms tell you how powerful you are The rain sweeps away all the disgust you have in The space, the time, smells like spells, raises y...

All These Tenses, Are The Same                             ____Miss A Shameless, painful, heartlessness; all the same.... Excitation, iconicity, impatience; all the same.... They said, they said it, said all the same things How they occur, how it ignites No wonder; all of the influence of mine A hard, regard A toughening part of reward But all these tenses, all described Are the same, are the same, so are the lies “Cause all these tenses, all described Are the same, are the same, burning up ties. What, what did they say? It comes, like bliss, on wonderful days... Moving up, underneath; Saliently, the creep proceeds... And you, can’t hold up, can’t win And you, can’t resist it, resist the will I knew it, how they said it These heartaches, all the same These divinities, all the same These words are all, are all b...

Smiles of the Solitude                                        _Miss A It’s just, some things put a charm on me, and those are the chimes of blessings It’s been some time, and I say I am fine, and I realize what sets me free, Why people describe children as avatar of gods, Why chirping of birds as the midst of bliss, ‘Cause some things which you can’t prevent, hold your heart down And you want to steal that felicity, from anyone And I treasured it all along, but sometimes you believe, Somehow those keys are in wrong hands, as treasures are perfect for heist. But the devil told me, do what it takes, let no one own it Greed is something, quite addictive, and so am I to my key Can’t get out the scandal, I put myself in, wanting for more, More precious feelings I wish to deal wit...