The Cynic Communtity

  The Festival of Emotions -Miss A I wasn’t going to write something as good as a debatable topic as I did imagined it Cause that goes exactly against my motion of clearly ignoring some paths as I likely decided But you have to live something, to the utmost mark, to find the precise context of its worth And offering a tribute to sincere heart-felt emotions are always pieces holding a lot of values…   I might not believe in the prayable ones of any religions, but I do trust on some things I trust the existence of the sun, the moon, the stars that enlighten us, and the universe I trust the blessings that comes in the purest of forms, true from the vital source And I do trust the power some elements known or unknown, visible or not possesses But there are some things taught to us, which are just some facts, taught be religions On the way to live our life and some lessons are the most beautiful indeed Specially the once that tells us to respect and pray t...

  CITATIONS OF CLAY -Miss A I’m chasing the shadows; the shadows are mean I keep chasing the hollows; the hollows are deep I look for another beautiful soul, the souls are keen And I don’t know, how I’d become, a life of the living, Give me some hope, I wanna become, a life of the living... Being in a grave state of cleat inferiority Grievances of gleam, I see I’m surrounded in dreaded indeed Reciting the prayers again, trying to gain some seniority Begging for a body, For the shadows, For the hollows, And for the soul, And for the melodies indeed. A block of nothing is there, cold like the ice and I’m in there With no one I sing. With no one I dance. With no one I smile, And I’m just here, with me, with myself and the loneliness Smiling with nothing, dancing with nothing, singing with nothing Here I am. And for the ‘me’, that I may speak is not complete again. I’m chasing the shadows; the shadows remain concealed I keep chasing the hollo...

  Once upon a time... (Because a stupid little idiot asked me to say) So lemme tell you a story... Once upon a time when people didn't knew how to tell stories and didn't knew the line "once upon a time", in those times lived a little boy with his younger sister. The brother was almost 7 years old and the sister so small was 3 yrs old. She used to be extremely chubby and a cheered up person and light gleamed in her happy eyes. They were poor from income , her mom mostly used to stay away trying anything to get money And his father worked hard as well,trading all they could manage together. So this time there parents were late from trading and weren't back home yet. But unfortunately, this night has spun wild and the storm has taken rise.  It was the storm because of which thier parents had to shift their route a bit and stop by the far ends of the main city premises. Wondering and dying inside to meet the children.  But the storm wasn't stopping. It kept it...

Just the Ordinary       ~Miss A   Why don’t you know it yourself, that the best you can ask is the ordinary Wishing for your world for all, but the best he could do is just the ordinary The best lived in the best times, the worst lived in the worst is the ordinary Smile, you can deceive, manipulate but the burning is just the ordinary I see you walking to me, fake anger on your nose, heels wearing the little Of the source of your confidence, drag some book you act that interests No, I was absolutely not thinking of you, because all you do is drain me But didn’t someone teach you, a good lie is told with your eyes? And don’t expect anything from my keeping track of your motions I am just a bad as you, an enemy of you and dead of all emotions You don’t even know what you’re doing, tired of all of your running And then running up here, you know perfectly well where I would be But it hasn’t clicked you yet, with so many things on y...

  Putting Shame Down -Miss_A   You won’t be able to judge it, but now you could see it well To put down your sense of shame to be in the eyes of someone Once you push yourself through that boundary, Then I will ask “Is there anything else you’re afraid of?” Staying not interdentally, like being stitched to a place And can’t do anything, can neither leave, nor stay Can you even imagine what my words mean for you to me? When I say: “Who can love you like me?” Whether you stay or leave, that’s all yours to believe But I can’t move apart from this fate of crime on me This clock that I put on keeps me stitched to the same place Making a puppetry of myself, being swung around Can’t you see how put the veil of venerate is in put down Maybe that’s a mistake, falling from the regal to the bare To sip any amount of potions of the poisons for one moment And seeing your portrait, spitting at your state But it’s already done, putting the shame down A...

  Shiver. -     Miss A.   It alerts me, my everything, going chasing the racks of my brain   And out of every casual word, these words are suddenly bold We were moving straightforward, and then suddenly it’s all Italic I do not understand this, how... To hear shivers in your voice, but no it’s not engulfed with fear It’s that sweet-sweet tone in the midst of rough, its conscious making Suddenly all that the power I reckoned seems endangered As if suddenly turning from a predator to a fish, small and scared It sends chills so deep, so cutting through... yet you know to trust Of some place so unguided by thrills, so dangerously satisfying And all the hairs at the back of neck thorns, fear of unknown Grasping, clutching in a way, you are ready to run out Yet something in you stays still, unable to move away And you don’t know if its fear that holds you in place, or your wish The vibe is haunting, but you still want to listen t...

  Where You Call Home -Miss_A. How does it feel, losing all the sense of direction? With every step that you take, moving forward And suddenly realization hits you, you are lost And your heart pounds, all you want to do Is to go home But you don’t know where that place is anymore You see the little of warmth you have had Slowly and steadily configure into cold The cold driven by fear as well as the distancing Of the little of nest finalizing as a sovereign I’m delusional and I’m still silenced, by myself But I hope I can spell the line well “A place where people still think about you   Is where you call home ” But when you are lost you can’t depend on someone To keep thinking of you, and by some miracle you’re back But still make it sure you never forget to remember them At some corner of your heart, ‘cause they’d be searching Searching for you, their feet gone so cold Make sure, you treasure the memories Even when you know it’s all gone...