The Cynic Communtity

  Thought about closing the cynic era, 'Cuz how'd it be an era alone. No showoff, no readers, just done, Givin' me nightmares to not post something. And for that something, always giving the dearth, If it'd be a song line, then it feels like this It sucked a Nigga's soul, gotta cash app, Just getting me nowhere and nothing.  But it feels like murdering, self.  It's called suicide I guess,  When souls are crushed like that, So I'm gonna rethink it now, not yet, anyways. Let's see if this channel exists, Or exits cataloging pages of nothing. Guess it's better to be dumb, it was better, But I lack the fear now for that sort of imagination.

 Bake The Love ~Miss A It's the freezing season again,  A season of cold heart, and cold goodbyes. I'm feeling like baking my love, Warm, but I'm bad with the sugar. I keep tellin' you, to help me with the water, But you seem so busy, cut a tangent. Don't then baby me, I'm getting drowsier, No games, no Hennessey, just a downer.

  A story like that ~Miss A It's been a long time, since I read love stories, Stories, that went like, "He was known for being the most handsome one has seen", "And she was the one who never fell for looks, found it the most unhappening". And whatever that meant to each other, Would dissolve once they catch them eyes.  But oh, did these stories really exist? Or should I write one for the community service? Service from deep within, that catches the gist of the utmost pain, Pain, worst of it's kind, like decaying, Just because of being away, Uncanny, yet in a way that touches. A story where you find pink in pastels, over ivory skin, A demeanor, all lit with it, eyes glittering in mist, And not just her, it's him too, pink and flushed in my story, I pretty much don't like the one sided thing like story. A story set in the month of Avril, hung a little by spring, Spring, a vista portraying summer flowers blooming in the mid breese, Not those fancy dress...

  80's down ~Miss A 80's down; on my baby, Oh lord, I couldn't count, The days that you've swirled beside me, I wanted to cherish them all the way down. Heard a Cypris singing, Good lord I thought a frown, I get to see your face tonight, Oh I've travelled to your town.  And everything is jolly, The grass that wilted coses dew, The time keeps testing me, Why every minute ticks so slow. Heard the weatherman forecasting, Said the cold is at the rage, Am I burning from within, Or are the news just so fake.  Even when I'm so tired, My legs are getting up it's pace, I'm scared that I might tremble, And cause all the unnecessary delay. Couldn't get my brain up all that work, I kept yawning,  I kept fidgeting, Telling myself to calm down for once. I know I'll get this through, I tell myself to have patience, But a day in full exhaust with you, I keep dreaming, I keep warming. Will be your 80's baby, Don't need much from you, but you. Will be your...

 Still thriving .

 Hurt by a pen "All alone, all chimes of hell", Weren't they a sign of serenity like The moments that indulge in smiles, But it rather swings of heavy swines. The pen that said Be yellow, before you feel so intoxicated Be pink, before the thrills sing red. She said, and it swings by me I'm getting restless by the quote "When you find your home in people, So sign the petition for being homeless" Why didn't I think of that, but I won't let go. Don't you let go! And she jumped to  the sky below.

  Her ~Miss A “Let me sew these gold chains to your dress”, he offered, But her beauty, so radiant, made anything else look dull. Fierce potential, yet such an innocent charm, genshin denote, lavish remorse, Brown and bubbling with femininity, made ‘em all want to protect the strong. Fought for love, wishing to dive deep in it like an ocean, felt a pond, When you’re a woman, everything you wish becomes wild imaginations. Sigh once, and on your name spins a circle, marked in red, make her bow, ‘Shall I be judged on naive citations of strength that comes from aggression?’ Once she thought her soul was taken away, but broken where she stood, she lived, And life and soul cannot be separated, so she second guessed it was still there. Weak, but ignite, and that let her know, that she’s stronger than her rock bottom, With time her vision cleared of the blur, smile set prominent in her features. “What is she made of?” “So endearing.” “She isn’t better, yet I find her so i...