The stars so beautiful, filled with beauty and light,
Sparkling and shining so bright,
Up in the vast starry beautiful night,
Oh, what a beautiful wondrous sight…

The wolfs howl at the moon,
The stars are so beautiful, the night far from noon,
The beautiful night is starry while the air being windless and cool,
To anyone who never seen stars, this beauty will make the person drool…

A comet zooms above in the night sky,
Speeding so fast, up so high,
A bunny hops by, such a little cutie,
An owl hoots by me, maybe like me too, enjoying the beauty…

The grass sways from the breeze,
As I stare at the sky I freeze,
The stars are so beautiful, like little sparkling white gems,
It's the Almighty One's creation, and the stars are one of His beautiful emblems…

The night sky, full of galaxies and inspiration,
I stare in awe, at the Almighty One's creation.
The oaks below the stars, lit by the soft gentle light of the moon,
As I stare in wonder, I know I will fall asleep soon…

I watch how a few light purple clouds by the moon pass,
I smile, laying by my camp tent on the cool Spring grass,
My eyelids start closing slowly over my eyes,
Closing my view from the beautiful night skies…

I fall asleep gently and slowly, my dreams showing me paranomas of the sky,
The wolfs howl at the moon, a bunny munches on the grass, while the owl hoots and soars so high,
Seen clearly by the beauty above,
While I miss the view by sleeping like a happy warm dove…




-Mishka Wayz

(Part 1)




Standing on the mountain,
Slaying hordes, creating a blood-splashing fountain,
My sword slicing and slashing,
The bones broken, the bodies slayed, the blood gushing and splashing!!

When the foghorn blows, I know they want war,
My power will unleash itself, my sword will slay, no matter who they are,
Be it my mother or my brother,
For me, there is no such thing as fighting for each other…

I believe that in very corner there is anger and hate,
Talking about my sword, it you shall rate,
It is of fine diamond, sharp as the sharpest stone,
Swift enough to slice an apple in the air, and sharp enough to slice off any bone!

I watch with glee as the silver knights roar out the battlecry,
I watch as they grip their mighty swords, and start dashing, running to me, wanting to die,
They gallop on their horses, the ground shaking and trembling beneath their mighty army,
Maybe there is too much of a score, but surely to one knight I will make a death all charmy…

I grip my fine sword, as my eyes pierce the view, my head covered by my hood,
My face darkened by the hide covering my head, I'm death itself, standing on these lands for up to no good,
My green luminescent pupil-less eyes judge that of the knights there is a one-hundred four score,  
As I stand there, dressed in my black hide, my fur boots, I remembered how I used to say, "The more tough it is, the more gore…"

Suddenly, with a blink of an eye, we are face to face,
The horses shriek at me, as I leap at the knights,
A sword pointed at my heart, an arrow at my head, and swinging for my head, there is a rusty iron mace,
I grin, knowing that ****** will I make the nights!!

The eyes lock for a moment, the moment tenses,
There is anger in every heart as we stare, not just give nervous glances,
The time freezes, it's like in a slow-motion,
And suddenly, I basically activated an anger-rage potion!!

My jaws snap open, and air ripples around as my roar that is heard thousands of miles away explodes out of my jaws,
The knights' ears ring from the loudness of my roar,
The diamond sword tighter I grip with my finger-like claws,
And swing to my right at lightning speed, slicing the heads of the knghts' being four!

Blood gushes in a circle, while I give them no sign of good-luck,
My sword slashing, the clash of metal, my sword stabbing each knight like a duck,
Piercing the skin with my sword, I rip out their intestines with a flick of my hand,
The arrows zip at me, the arrowheads piercing my skin like it is sand…

I feel my bones snapping from the arrows, but pain doesn't brings me down,
Pain only makes me more angry and stronger, me it doesn't drown,
I'm a ghoul whose strength is not explained,
As I slice the knights and dodge the arrows, I remembered how when I fought, the blood rained!!

I stab a silver knight, driving my sword right through his ribs, ending his pain and troubles, then flick my hand and cut off one's head,
An arrow pierces my temples, but yet I'm still not dead,
Dodging swords and arrows, I slam my fist on the ground,
The air ripples around me, and the air pushes off the knights and arrows around!

My cloak swooshes from the force of the air,
I'm made of tough muscles and skin, fair?
You, an army of two-thousand-four knights, versing one thing that looks like a ghoul,
I'm too powerful, and already a thousand knights are slayed, ye fool!!

I came here for diamond, treasures and gold,
I'm a thing, I have no age, so I'm neither young nor old,
I'm empty inside due to my powerful god-like strength, making me heartless and cold,
As I stand there with muscles tense, blood pooled on the grass, I watch the knights standing, mighty and bold…

I call them warriors, I call myself a ghoul,
As I get back in battle, I slice off one's arms, making him from pain just drool,
He falls on the ground as my sword finds his head, the fall breaking his rib bone,
As I slice off heads and arms, legs and waists, dodging arrows and receiving blows of swords, I speak in a demonic voice, "You ain't alone!!!!"

Slicing bodies, smashing bones with my fists and legs,
My sword creating a gushing fountain of blood,
Smashing ribs like they are shells from eggs,
You are fighting someone, who in war is a god!!!

As the arrows slice right through my skin from the force of the archers' metal bows,
I squat, my legs bented as I dodge all the blows,
Suddenly I push off with my legs, zooming into the sky,
The air ripples around, pushing back the knights paces away, as I zoom to the stars, up so high…

I gradually slowen down cause of the gravity, as I start falling down through the mist,
I face the Earth as I start zooming and searing through air  back down, my diamond sword ahead of my head, clinched by my ****** fist,
I see the army of a thounsand, gawking and looking up at the speeding comet in the sky,
"Here I come to gain my gold and make you know only one word, 'die'!!!"

My sword finds the ****** ground, as the ground explodes in a tremendous explosion and boom,
The flame unleashes and covers the sky, covers the lands, bringing upon the army a burning doom,
From space one could see how a big chunk and piece of Earth has exploded with fire,
Few minutes pass, and the as the smoke and fire clears, the victory is given to the hooded figure, giving others what they deserve and need to desire…

Slayed is the army of two-thousand and four,
It was rather too quick, I wish for more,
At least mine is all the treasures and the ore,
There was no other way to gain my treasures, so I gained them with gore…

I stand in the crater, formed by my victorious fatality,
If they want to steal my gold, they deserve such a brutality,
I'm death itself, and a ghoul,
If you spot me, remember to give what I want and don't be a fool………



-Mishka Wayz

I was bored, so was you,
We were sitting on the bench in the empty park, staring at the blue,
I was depressed, my life was over,
I told you my depression, my troubles, but all you did was said, "Go get a four-leaf clover."

You laughed, I didn't. It wasn't funny,
For you it was like the topic of money,
For me it was the topic of life,
But all you did was said, "I got a win in a game, high five."

I said nothing, there was nothing to say,
I wanted to go home, if yet may,
I wanted to leave you, leave the breath, leave the life,
You paid no attention. Before you had been my best friend. It was like I had been stabbed with a knife…

I stood up and said, "Take care."
All you did was said, "You're so dull. Don't stumble upon a hare."
I did a fake smile, knowing nothing is worth to live.
Lost everything. Friends, you, lost the power to believe…

All the love, all the tries,
Buzzed away into the air like flies.
How many times I had been deceived, broken, lost,
Nothing is worth now, not the cost…

The thoughts kept sailing, over and over.
My depressions atop my head did nothing but trouble me and hover,
The rain poured endlessly while I stared at nothing but the dark,
My mind kept saying, "Die with a growing spark."

I pulled out my pistol, in my hand,
I had no bullets, but they appeared as of magic hand,
I placed the weapon to my head,
I saw you grinning, "You were never my friend. You are worth nothing, but to be lifeless and dead."

I had no strength, I wanted to die,
I knew that my Mother had said a beautiful white lie;
"You will have a great life and will be full of joy."
To me love and friends are something that I can't explain the importance of, but the others I cared for used it like a toy…

I let my last sad tear drop,
And squeezed the trigger with no stop,
Right away my world faded, and I saw the dark, I saw a hand,
The Death appeared, holding out it's skeleton hand, "Welcome child, welcome to the end."

Welcome. I appeared in Hell,
Time for my pains and depressions  to fade away that I hid so well,
Nothing but dark. And then it slipped away and faided,
I appeared in the humongous void of space, leaving me lost and unaided,
Nothing mattered  now, only the darkness and the vastness of the dark pit-full space,
The tears, the shattered memories, the hatred, and the pain, washed away my oh-so hoping face……



-Mishka Wayz

I might leave, I might stay,  
Not forever,
Just for the day,
Maybe,  say,
I might leave forever if may,
I'm here for a minute, catch me if you can,
I'm sitting in my room, with the turned on fan.

Maybe I don't rhythm,
But gosh, sure I don't crime.

Blah blah blah.

See ya,
Ima leave or stay,
But only for a day.

I didn't even try,
Oh my,
The words just came,
Oh haha,
I try judge it lame!


-Mishka Wayz

Ruined by memories, ****** by life,
Burned with a torch, stabbed with a knife,
Standing on the mountain and staring at the blue,
Remembering how I killed you, thinking of you ~

My face burned with hate, my voice gone,
I'm all alone, a quadrillion against one,
I was born with death inside me, coz I'm a ghoul,
But I'm still a slayer, not a fool…

Remembering how I came to life coz of you,
You made me, you loved me too,
But I was born with darkness inside, whispering in the deepest corners,
Having thoughts to **** the weak, I wasn't into mourners…

I remember how you gifted me with a soul,
I was dying before, my heart a gaping emtpy hole,
You made me see love, see what is life,
But I was born a psychopath, so when I had a chance I stabbed you with my knife…

The soul you gave me, I made it dark,
Made it lifeless, cruel, and rough like hard bark,
I know I played my cards like losing Hell,
But hey, at least now, I live so well…

Getting to leave simpleness behind, getting to be crazy,
To the troubles and pain, my vision is going hazy,
I no longer care about others, I am all on my own,
The world against me, look at what I have grown…

Killing my mother gave me joy,
Coz I'm no longer a mother-******* boy,
I'm a ghoul, a psychopathic *****, who loves gore and pain,
I have now only one thing in mind; the blood is my rain…

Chewing on the gold I steal and get,
About what I did I never regret,
Coz a life is a life, it is not two three four five six seven, but only one,
Better enjoy it before it is gone…

Using the streets as a toy, by hurting ignoring and lying,
Wishing to **** someone, wishing to see them dying,
As I pull the hood over my face, I remember one thing,
My name is Illanth, and I stand as one, and live like a king.…







~ Mishka Wayz ~

The lush of life, the lush of green,
Oh, if the beauty had been seen,
Full of luminescent green flowers,
Full of great mighty oaks covered in moss and vines,
When the breeze blows the green leaves fall, thus creating emerald showers,
The forest is filled with true beauty, and deep unexplored ravines…

I somehow appeared in this mystic unknown place,
I know I wasn't dreaming, it was true to my face,
The place smelled of sweet mint leaves,
There a bird sings it's song, there a hue-ish green spider it's emerald web weaves,
The forest fills with noises of the woods,
Ravens soaring above the mossy oaks, looking for goods,
The rabbits, their fur covered in moss, munching on the bright emerald grass,
I strode through the fog, which more looked like the green thick and healthy gas…

The oaks' bark aged with years that passed and swept away,
The sky is a dim greenish hue, looks like it's day,
There is no sun, the green fog covers the sky,
I see strange twinkling blue stars, in the sky up so high,
I feel how I kicked something while I was walking,  as the thing rolled away,
I looked, and it was an emerald acorn, all shining like a gem, say,
It looked so beautiful, all shining and sparkling like a star,
Then something caught my keen eye in the far…

It was a wolf, the fur covered in moss, the fangs all green,  glassy shards of an emerald gem,
It looked mighty and strong, like in this emerald forest an emblem,
But it looked passive too, and I had the urge to stroke it's fur,
Hear something from it like a purr,
But I decided not to, this emerald forest looked strange enough,
The life of green, the lush of the woods, green being the stuff…

I continued walking ahead,
Having thoughts in my head,
How I came to be upon this place,
Such a place, unknown by any race,
Somewhere in the lost in the deep,
Maybe I'm still in my sleep?
I ignored my thoughts and got drowned by the fog,
Barely could see an oak here and there a fallen mossy log,
I passed through the lush of green and the woods, filled with life and green,
I searched around for any signs of people with my eye being keen,
But I found none,
Maybe here I'm the only one,
Ignoring my thoughts again I strolled  in deeper into the vast unknown forest,
Maybe I'm asleep, or maybe on me this is some kind of test…


-Mishka Wayz

Listen, mate, have you ever wondered what is the life of a knight?
If yes, then listen with your ears just right,
If not, then you can leave and let me be,
For a warrior's and a knight's life is never free~

When I was ten I have been a small wee lad before in the days of the old,
I was used to hard labour, and I looked at it enoughly bold,
I grew up with no family, except for my brother,
He left our family long time ago, taking everything from my aged father and mother~

Leaving my family to die, in the harsh days being so cold,
He went away across the far lands, his pockets stuffed with our gold,
Soon my parents passed away, leaving me alone in the house,
But I was a well strong lad, not a small wimpy mouse~

I made my own farm, had my harvest and goods,
I collected berries and wood from the woods,
Cleaned the house and enjoyed my days,
When I had be done with chores, I had lie down by the grass and enjoy the sunlight rays~

But then one day, a heavy storm and flood washed off my little wooden house,
I couldn't do a thing so I had to leave, ateast I was not stupid enough to stand and watch, like giving an applause,
I left everything I had, except for my dagger and clothes, if not mentioning my empty book,
It was like a notebook, and I have no idea why it I took~

Soon I moved to a nearby town,
Found an abounded barn and settled right in and down,
There I grew up to be humble, helped the people around,
I was used to help but not being helped, for that's how I  just lived on the ground~

I humbly ate bread every day,
Worked at a farm, for my food I had to pay,
Lived in a broken old barn, hidden away from the cold and the rain,
Had my little storage there, starting from my clothes, and ending in wheat grain~

Once when I was sixteen, I was munching on a piece of bread,
Thinking of life, when suddenly there is a bell bonging in my head!
I opened the door of my barn, and actually, the bonging was everywhere!
Here were people running, and there the bell was bonging so near!

As I stood, an arrow zipped by my head and pierced the wood,
I hid behind the barn wall. A war had come, and this is not good!!
The bell bonged away the warning; our town is under attack!!
There is a whole army rushing here, a whole pack!

I grabbed my dagger, and crouched in the grass,
Night was falling in, so me they might pass,
But then I had doubts, as ahead I saw a whole line of golden knights,
Marching at me, their sharp swords ready for any fights!

The barns, houses, forests and the fields were on fire,
As I watched them burning, I suddenly saw my brother in the clothes of a king, on his face written the admire,
I got angry that my brother was slaying his own people and taking our land!
Rage got me, and I sprung forward, the dagger tightly clutched in my hand~

I pounced on the first knight I saw and stabbed his eye,
Grabbing his sword, I didn't watch how he had die,
I sprung at the next, and drove him through with my new sword,
Arrows zipped right away at me as I was surrounded by the horde!

Rage didn't brought me down, so I went all insane,
I cut knights in pieces, my anger absorbing the arrows and swords that gave so much pain,
The villagers saw me fighting, and suddenly took up their weapons and tools,
The villagers are gonna make the knights drown in their own blood, they aren't fools!

With a battle-cry and a roar, the villagers rushed at the nearest knight,
They attacked him without mercy, him trying to slay one villager, trying as he might,
He was outnumbered in seconds, as the villagers moved to the next, their weapons sharp and strong,
The villagers attacked all the rest, one slaying the knight with a sword while one villager stabbing his enemy with an iron prong!

I fought my way through, trying to reach their king,
If I slay my brother the king, my soul from happiness will sing,
The anger that I had inside wasn't fake,
Cause of him my parents had died, and so now his life is at stake!

Fighting my way through, getting close,
I was about to grab a bow and arrow, when I froze,
There, was a young girl in the midst of fire in the burning town,
I had to choose, either **** the king and let the girl burn, or save the girl and him the villagers will drown~  

I decided to save the girl. I grabbed the bow and arrow,
And dashed for the burning house on the high hillside, like a zooming sparrow,
I broke inside and saved the girl, then ran out with her in my arms,
Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, in that ocean of blue I saw so much love and charms…

I placed her on the ground, and took out the bow,
I placed the arrow in place, and watched her eyes glow,
I told her, "Look away,
"With the bow and arrow I will quickly play…"

And as she looked away, I let the arrow fly,
To my surprise, with a whistle and a zip it was shot into the sky,
I saw my brother speeding away on his horse, having no other soldier left, accepting the defeat,
I stood, angry and wanting vengeance, looking at the target I missed, not at all neat…

But suddenly, the arrow flies in the air and drives through my brother's head!
It drove through his skull and pierced the ground below him, slaying him dead!
A hole in his skull, created by one arrow, shot fron me,
There was victory, victory all around to be!!

The girl gasped at what I did, but couldn't help looking at me in love,
"You saved my life from death, you are like the angel from above",
I dropped the bow and hugged her tight,
The villagers applausing and roaring out victory through the night~

Me and the girl shared a kiss, as I looked deep into her eyes that were as blue as the morning sky,
We shared a moment of love, me remembering about saving her from the moment where she was about to die,  
No words were said, but I right away knew we were meant to be together and forever,
We ignored the crowds, as from her eyes I wanted to look away never…

That night the whole town grew into a kingdom, as many hands helped to build and repair,
That week many kingdoms formed with ours, making a huge empire that doesn't needs to prepare,
That month I and the girl married,
And that year, fallen deeply into love, the life us two carried~~

We grew a family, while the empire was named after me,
I was the one who saved them, and saved their lifes to be,
So that decade I grew to be a warrior and a knight,
Being humble to others, found true love, brought vengeance, saved a town and made it into an empire, and am guarding it every night!  








So that's a real warrior and a knight who goes through life,
Passes through miserable times, defeats them, and never imagines ending life with a knife,
A warrior and a knight never falls on the ground,
No matter how hard may life sound,
A real warrior knows good comes from trying, no matters how it starts,
And when the warriors reaches the end, forgotten are all the miserable parts,
For there is good in trying, staying strong, no matter what and why,
Life is full of troubles, and we need to break through the walls of bad times, not quit and cry,
We were meant to live, were meant to be strong in oursevles and in life,
At least when one breaks through the walls, the gift is happiness and joy, not just a high five! ^^



-Mishka Wayz

"Hii!"

Roses are red,
So many had said,
Violets are blue,
I know it is true,
I'm red and blue too,
I don't know how,
But I'm new here at the website Hello Poetry now,
So… nice to meet you!! ^^


-Mishka Wayz ^^

The moon is bright,
It's a night with a cool breeze,
I see the moon from my window, it gives me the soft light,
It's a yellow circle of cheeze.

I love the stars in the night,
I love the breeze,
Oh what a beautiful sight,
My mommy used to say, "In your pajamas on the moon you will freeze."

Oh I wonder on the moon how much there is to explore,
I love the bright moon,
When mommy reads bedtime stories about it, I beg for more,
Soon it will wave a goodbye and go to sleep at noon.


-Mishka Wayz

Your mind is hurting your mind is in pain,
Struggle, fight on, but in vain,
I will make you see the truth that you are nothing but rain,
Your mind is turning crazy you're going insane!!!!

Find me in the murky forest full of dark secrets and gloom,
Go quick for while you search for me the thorns will bloom,
The darkness will rise, the forests will go cursed and old,
If you won't be quick enough you will turn to nothing but mold…

Quick enough to accept me as a friend,
Don't worry I have a hand that will lend,
But at the same time I'm a ghoul who is not even worth to be sand,
You are a saint, and!?

I curse the dark and the golden,
Make minds go messed up and all molden,
I deceive and hurt, coz I'm just trash,
I slay others, and I spread pain like rash…

The emerald forest is my happiest mood,
Find me there and I will be good,
I will explain why the darkness is my food,
I will explain why I'm so twisted, dark, and rude…

I always knew I was not worth enough,
Everything was ruined and broken when I tried to work out the stuff,
I hurt others and made others cry,
I knew it was better to hurt thyself and live than just quickly die…

So that's why I took myself to the role of cutting,
My mind is going crazy, my thoughts are rotting,
Turning cruel evil and cold as stone,
Dark thoughts and hatred are surging through my every bone…

I hurt the mind till they get angry and in rage,
Or if not, then I hurt them till the tears wet the page,
I show them how life is hard when you care,
Start living for yourself and finding joy in hurting, it's an order, not a dare!!!!

When you care you got no time for yourself and your troubles,
They pile up and they won't pop away like bubbles,
You get hurt when you care, you feel pain,
You always have thoughts of drowning in rain!!

So why don't you come and join the fun?
Brush away those silly thoughts of suicide and drop your gun,
Come on, live for yourself and only care about your life,
Someone bothering or annoying you? Well don't be stupid, stab them with a knife!!!!

We all have a dark side, we all have a piece of mind,
Why don't we start thinking only of ourselves and come to bind?
We can leave the emerald forest and share our secrets not,
We all, all are just meat that should just rot…

That's right, if you feel hurt, useless, and alone,
Then love the feeling, for you have the cruelty and darkness that you own!!
You know you are trash,
But at least you can spread on others the pain like rash…

Make them be lower than your soul,
It's alright. We are trash, but here is the cruelty and the darkness that plays the role,
We can hurt others till they go screaming and crazy,
Make them see the truth, make their vision be to the reality not foggy and  hazy…

Show them what they really are,
Whether it takes a time of peace or a ****** war,
We will be trash from near and far,
Like reality shows us, we are a rusty nail, not a shining bright star…

We all hurt and deceive, hurting with truth and not lies,
Isn't it always pleasing to watch a child who knows the truth and cries?
We all are ghouls to the people who don't need to die,
We are demons and ***** to darkness, we make others scream in anger and from pain just cry…

I am just a rusty nail that hangs off from the belt,
Oh if you knew how much the pain felt,
Come on, I wanna say hello, open up the door,
Who is it? It's me, the thing that is nothing but to the darkness a simple nasty *****…






~Mishka Wayz~

The drums in my ears, the galloping of horses right behind my back,
I stand looking at the murky thick fog, with the word ringing in my ears, "Attack!"
I stand still, pondering of what to do and why,
Pondering in my head, why don't I just die…

The black hooded riders gallop on their horses right behind me,
There is a legion of them, thick as smoke with no hope of being free,
Ravens screech above my head, smoke pours from my head, back and shoulders,
I want to reach out, want to give up with this feeling of me being crushed by a million boulders…

My head drums, my temples throb, my vision goes blurry and hazy,
My eyes cloud with a murky green color of insaneness, I'm going crazy,
I grab my sharp big knife, and start to stroke it absent mindly,
Meanwhile, I struggle on, with the hooded riders behind my back whle I stumble on-ward blindly…

I still have hope in my heart, as my feet carry me,
I look at the dim pale objects of people, walking happily and free,
While I… stumble in this murky thick fog, and behind me there is hooded figures with their swords,
The numbers so many of them, it's like black thick smoke, except of the figures there is hordes and hordes and hordes………

I fall on my knees, stumbling over ****** grass,
I see holy-water ahead, but the smoke atop my head tells me to pass,
Falling on my face, I give up, breathing hard and almost dead,
I give my last efforts, when a figure gallops up to me on a stallion and with it's sword just cleanly slices off my head…

The blood paints the grass, as my hand is holding the knife,
The blade is stabbed deep inside my chest, taking away my life,
My eyes go pale and my body stays motionless, in a death-like freeze,
The fog clears, the figures disappears as the smoke gets blow away by the soft gentle breeze......







~Mishka Wayz~

Dark, Filthy Useless Trash, my name is Mishka Ways,
Say hello, say bye, im here to change your days,
Mind it all, mind it not, you will feel the rays,
Mind it all, mind it not, and you will see how he slays….

My mind is dark and an eerie creep,
I have had dreams of children hiding, then being snatched from a single peep,
I have seen nightmares of ghouls staring at one in a sounding sleep,
I suffer from light, i suffer from joy, there is mold, in the heart in the deep….

I have claws of truth and claws of keys,
My keys are golden and lead the way to the door,
I have an eye which knows the door and light never sees,
My flesh is gone, my mind is strange, darkness calls me a *****….

My voice is dead my voice is dark, it has no tone,
Were has the light gone to, where is the darkness that i own?
I stare with green hiding eyes, i sit atop of my rusty ****** throne,
My mind is a whole new world, a whole new life, it is said you will never reach the zone….

I have no heart, there is no beat, i have no kindness in my name,
I have stood before a demon, a ghoul, a fallen angel, and i love them all the same,
I am dark and eere, i sit in the dark room and play Blue Whale, a dark little lovely game,
I have felt light, felt happiness, felt the tears of joy, when in my heart the devil came….







~Mishka Wayz~

I have always wanted love, always wanted trust,
Have always wished for a person to care.
But alas my heart is made of rust,
And I'm a pervert being not rare…

This is all sad,
No love no life,
Dreaming of things I never would have or had,
Inside the ribcage hurt as with a knife…

Many times I wonder for my sakes,
Why did I become such a torn?
There are lots of mistakes,
But none are compared to me being born…

I have always wished to hug a friend,
And give a hand to lend,
Feel the circle of love and trust, and smile,
Bit I am nothing… nothing but a useless garbage pile…

I have always dreamed of having trust.
Of having people rely on me,
But I'm made of lust,
With one thing in mind, "I'm free."

My life makes me cry,
Everything in me is wild and ******,
I was given one big lie,
"You would be forever happy."

The girls I spot attract my thoughts and me,
I have nothing to do, I hate it,
I wish and want to let them be,
But my sinful eyes always want to stare a bit…

There are many borders,
Many that we can't cross there and here,
The mind gives us ideas and orders,
Which we never fear…

Let them be a thought to ****,
A thought to crime,
A thought to make your mind go ill;
Yes, nothing we fear… alas my mind reached the time…

My mind orders me to reach out,
But I hold on tight,
There's always a rout,
With a struggle and a fight…

"Why no one trusts?
Why no one listens either,
I dont want any lusts,
All I want is a bad mind neither."

These words are long ago forgotten,
They existed, helped, but now are rotten.
No one trusts me anymore,
I was pure and golden before, but now I'm a useless nasty *****…

All my smiles and creativity,
Zoomed off to trash and "simplicity".
My heart, my mouth, never missed a needing face,
But alas, my heart turned as spiky as a mace…

My face has a smirk, my eyes only show the dark,
My mouth is a b*tch,
In my reflection I search for a spartk,
But already my mouth cursed me to the oppsite of golden and rich…

I give up being good,
Before I feared being rude,
Now I struggle to have a happy mood,
I'm not trusted, it's done, now I'm only a bit more happy in my hood.…

Trust and love is always rare,
Fun and prises, always looks like a fare,
I can say only one thing as at the darkness I stare,
"It always ends with me ignoring to care…"



-Mishka Wayz"

Brother,

My world has gone far,
Passed hills and mountains, lived through peace and war,
Had my sword and my heart,
Had my breath blow away at space of art,
I had my thoughts in my head,
Had my mind tell me when I needed to fed,
We both were angels from the sky,
We both were born from a mother of the heavens of the high,
I never had found love, it wasn't at my likes,
But at least I had found trust with every new day that strikes,
You have found love, you have found joy,
But I never knew that you can grow into such a warrior from such a small boy…
…
And now we stand side by side,
Ready for the last hours of our breath and our hide,
Madness can't be stopped, men will rage,
Blood has spilled on the lands, the gloom filling every page,
I had loved you with my soul and my mind,
If to save my family, I would sacrifice for my kind,
Sword at hand, the blade waiting to spill the blood,
The sky darkens, the minds go ill and odd,
Me and you brother, sharing a true brotherly love and a bind,
Standing side to side, not knowing what we would find,
Our hearts beating slowly and loudly,
The army stands still, faces straight and glaring grimly but proudly,
The foghorn blows and the war cry sounds,
The thunders and the curses spill out across the grounds…
…
The armies clash together, splitting and slaying,
The arrows zip out low, piercing the falling and the swaying,
The blood paints the grass, the blades find the flesh,
Ravens craw and soar above the battlefield, waiting for the meat that is lifeless and is fresh,
Enemies cut each other down, ending the pains and the hate,
Brothers fight side to side, knowing their fate,
And here, is me and you,
The brothers who could live being alone just two,
The brothers who raised the trust and who were feared when in war,
The brothers who survived everything and lived through everything near and far,
We together are an army of our own,
We together are brothers who know no fear and throw off every demon off their throne!!
…
We clash through metal and through chaos, slaying and swinging our swords,
We break bones and shatter skulls as we slay hordes after hordes,
Brother, the grass is the color of the setting sun, the bodies lifeless and slayed,
The energy low, the hopes even lower as at the blood-spilling we stare that we made,
It's only us two on the grounds, with our friends slayed and put to rest,
Their ghosts empty, their families wondering what happened to their loved ones that are the best,
Our last hours are here to meet and to face,
Our hatred now risen, our enemies wanting to erase our race…
…
Now there is a thing called no mercy at slaying,
Our swords slicing the flesh and our enemies with the lifes are paying,
Here I face blood and toil, rage and hate,
And here we now have either llife or death in our falling fate!!!!
The blood creating a fountain and bodies falling in a pile,




(Meh i quit. i cant finish it and it just doesn't works out )
(but if you are wondering, yes, i made this poem just right now, and its about a warrior who tells his brother a farewell, and as he dies, his soul continues the farewell and encourages his brother in war. And well then i wanted to create that the brother dies, and they were the last standing against their enemies, and before he said how they were mighty and stuff, and its like how they have no hope but to protect their people, and then they die and blah blah blah blah )
(and even though they died, they won lol) (have no idea how)
(sorry for my typos. if there are any)






~Mishka Wayz~

Hello my friend! An Explanation? I'm a master of disguise!!
The hatred I wear are all my elegant bows and ties,
The darkness I live in makes myself unwise,
But so what! I'm being joyed by all the lies!!

My name is Miska Wayz, and I'm a demon, not a boy!!!
I know I know, my name sounds like I bring so much joy!!
Well…you're wrong! And you know what I do to a mind, like a growing bean of soy?
I deceive it with lies and masks, then turn the mind all spoiled like cutting the heart with my knife the shining sharp toy!!!!

I was burned in fire and hell!!
My hell was my mind that I setlled in so well!!!
My mask that hid me, the soul that had fell!!
Once I lived in light, but now in the depth of darkened gloom that in I dwell!!

I know no love no peace, I actually have one desire,
It is either to cut my throat or choke on a wire,
Or maybe just rot and decay then burn in fire,
Or rip out my brain and stab it with a rusty nasty plier!!!

I see darkness in light and smiles in a burning pain,
I love when a soul tries to stick to the good side but in vain,
I love to be dark, messed up, and insane!!
Frowns are smiles, and blood to me is the rain!!!!

One thing, little soul,
If you want love and friends, you are a fool!!!
There's not one friend in the world, only a deceiving ghoul,
There's no love, there's only lies that actually seem to be a tool!!

Listen to me, being good is not a rule!!
Light only lies and kills, only smiles when over your eyes it pulls the wool,
Light and love will deceive and lie, then suddenly cut your neck, making you from surprise not think but only drool,
Love and trust only cares at the beginning, but at the end flips the world and drowns you in a blood-bath pool!!!!

If you crawl in my mind, oh what a beautiful sight!!
So rusty and sharp, so decaying and rotten, oh it feels so right!!
There is no hope for love or trust or a smile, there is no light,
Before it was golden now it is all molden, and now with hatred and darkness it burns bright!!!



By Mishka Wayz


16.

One truth that i have never realized before,
One truth makes my heart go sore,
When i hear it, my ribs shatter and all swells down,
My ears shriek and my eyes bleed…i wanna drown……

Many times i have looked upon the night sky,
I saw stars and beauty, so sweet and up so high,
I saw the beauty, saw the vastness of the sight,
It is so huge…thoughts of missing the perfect star gives me a fright……

I have spotted and loved many stars that i saw,
They were so loving and so bright,
But they always faded, pretending to be sweet but inside were raw,
Leaving me dead and crying in the middle of the night……

I had searched and looked for my perfect star,
I waited with my hopes reaching far,
I had almost quit and give up crying,
There were no perfect stars, i felt like dying……

The last star had been my perfect and the best,
But not until i found about it the inside and the  rest,
It had left me and it faded, with the last words in my head,
"There is no such thing as love, it is a word for the dead"……

My tears had washed my pain,
My mind had gone dead,
I let myself drown in rain,
With my useless thoughts of love in my head……






~Mishka Wayz ~

I was angry,
And turned all dark and mad,
Without a taste of sweet tangy,
It's my new mood coming to say "Greetings!"
But I don't give a crap for those dark meetings…
I always feel how the darkness blows…
But only my real self knows…



-Mishka Wayz

~~~~


I'm a book, my covers,
Golden and pretty, embroidered with flowers,
My title, brings a smile upon one,
The golden book, had won;

One opens up the book,
And instead of beautiful letters, there's a rusty hook,
Instead of sweet letters, there is splashes of dark ink,
The pages decaying, the person heart is about to sink;

The person turns the page,
Only to find thorns, dry with age,
They reach for the person's hand,
Beckoning, "Be my friend!"

The person throws the book aside,
Saying, "That book I should destroy and hide,"
So the person grabs the book, and throws it into the fire,
And as the person watches, letters of diamond form out on the page, those that others can admire..




By Mishka Wayz




16

I love my so-called friends, my family and the light,
I love everyone, and I keep trying to do what is right,
I want to make others happy and I want to care,
I know others took care of me, and now I want to make it all fair…

But… there is one thing that stops and trashes this all,
It makes me be dark, sick-minded, and makes me hurt the all,
The thing is, im a psychopath and nothing but trash,
All I do is hurt others, make others cry, and spread pain like rash…

I try to show that I love others, and care,
I try to make others feel loved and I always force myself to not give a glare,
But how can a psychopath ever have friends or have someone he cares for?…
He knows, that only for the darkness he is something… which is only a *****…

I don't have friends, I'm always alone,
Deep inside, I have a depression and a darkness that I own,
I know that no one wants me…
I know that I'm never with my thoughts and depressions is free…

Just like a ***** to the darkness

I know I'm nothing and I'm just trash,
I know I don't help and I only bring on others the pain like rash,
I know I'm not enough, and no one understands me,
I know I'm different, it's like in a crowd of angels there is a ghoul who is never free…

To me, love, happiness, and a smile is not a thing anymore,
What do you expect when to the darkness and to life you are just a simple nasty *****?…
I smoke to force a smile, and to force a grin,
If I have cigarettes in my pockets, that's a win win…

Kids look at me like I fell out from the moon,
At least they will be happy when this ****** won't be seen again, very soon,
I always got to cover my head with a hood,
Coz I don't want people seeing my sinful face that is so opposite of good…

I know I'm nothing,
I know my mind is rotting,
I know I don't deserve to breath or earn a life,
That's why sooner or later the only choice of happiness will be stabbing myself with the kitchen knife…

I'm just a mistake

That's why, while I live I stick to the bad side,
Coz I know there is no love no friends and no pride,
That's why I'm always rude and mean,
Coz I know I'm a mistake, I am, will be forever, and the whole time I had been…

I'm a psychopath, I don't deserve a life, love or friends,
I deserve pain and hatred, not a hand that lends,
I deserve to be alone and to be one,
I deserve to have all my pride and normal self be gone…

I'm messed up, twisted, and dark,
To me, pain, hatred, and loneliness is a little play-ground park,
I know I can't change myself, and I deserve to be in Hell,
I can't love, I don't have friends, I only hurt and deceive… oh well?

All my dreams of having a friend are gone,
All my wishes of trust and care, are gone too,
In this whole world of bright angels, there stands a dark ghoul being the only one,
I know that those who will understand me will be only few…

I mean none at all.
……………
…………
………
……
…
I was, still am, and will be forever alone.




~Mishka Wayz~

Have you ever heard of Jcarpenter?
Her nickname is Jcar,
I dont know what does her name mean, maybe Carpenter,
But i really like the name, and i give it a 5 star.

Me and her are best friends,
We understand each other's troubles,
She is a friend who has a hand which lends,
We are best friends, and our friendship day after day doubles.

Maybe we are different and not the same,
It doesnt matter if we live away from each other too far,
We never fight never on each other we blame,
We are always happy and best friends we are.



(To my friend)



~Mishka Wayz~

Oh, I wish to create a new world, a new life,
A life, a world of peace, of butterflies, and a heaven of five,
A world of bright crystals, diamonds, and shining stars,
I wish to create a world without darkness, cruelty and wars..

I wish everyone would smile, and wave,
I wish everyone had a heart, and what they had, without hesitation gave,
Oh, I wish we all were like saints, not like ghouls,
I just can't seem to get why, why is there in this world so much blood pools...

I wish to close my eyes, and let my breath pass away,
Slip off from life, and dive into the heaven, far far away,
Where people would smile, help, and care,
Why is kindness and happiness just so rare?..

Everyday I stare at the skies, and wonder what will be my fate,
Heaven or Hell, escape I will from this terrible state,
Just imagine, an escape from your depressions and troubles,
No more emotional pain, no more dark truths, and no more ruined rubbles..

I just can't seem to find a reason why I breath,
Can't find a reason why am I so disgusting, like a rotting leaf,
Is the world just like this, full of things that wreck your life, body, and the mind?
Is the world like this, where you stumble in the fog, all hurt, decieved, betrayed, and blind?..

Why do some have to just get wrecked with the darkest corners there are,
Why do some have to be always insane, all mad and locked up in a jar?..
I just wish, to create a new world, a new life,
Full of diamonds, shining stars, happiness, and a heaven of five....



~Mishka Wayz~

A life is a path, on which you go on,
Go on, till you are done,
A life consists of one life,
Not two three four or five…

So choose wisely how to survive on this land,
There are many ways to go, either to be the one who hunts, or the one who lends a hand,
There are moments we shall pass,
There will be moments where we will want to beat up someone's ***.

Life is full of turns and twists, full of hate and lust,
It's full of pain, full of people whom will be calling you a "just",
There we will be times we want to die,
And to the heartless Earth, say bye…

But there is always a struggle and a fight,
We wade through pain and hate, we try with all our might,
If there is the bad everywhere, that doesn't mean there will be no good,
Good is everywhere, whether you are hurt or not in the mood…

You will always stumble upon things you will hate,
There will be moments where you want to turn back and switch the story but alas it will be too late,
We are one, we are everything, and we have a reason,
We have a reason to breath, whether it's for a year or only the season…

We were all created equally, and we all share the same breath,
We are all humans, who will need to face the same wrath,
If you think you are ugly, don't worry,
There is no such thing as being ugly and young, for there ahead is such a whole waiting story…

Nobody is ugly, everybody is pretty and beautiful in each different way,
You know that you're different from others, and you don't need to listen to what others say,
If you get bullied, that means they are jealous of you,
That means they wish to be amazing like you too…

Nobody is ugly, let me tell you that,
And plus, looks don't matter about this and that,
It's the insides that matter,
You can be full of beauty outside, but inside you can be a ***** who will bring pain like the rain going pitter-patter…

Looks don't matter, it's the heart and the soul,
The mind and the character, will play the role,
You can look worse than many other girls but bring so much joy,
Or you can be looking the best amongst the guys but inside be such a heartless cold boy…

We all people will stumble on things we don't want to see or hear,
Feel or to think about, or not even be near,
But we all got to pass through the gates that block our path,
Or we can be left behind and be swollen by the wrath…

If one is hurting you, find out why,
Don't just let them hurt you and then cry,
No matter how much it hurts, either ignore them or break their nose,
Either one works in some way, but giving friendship no matter what is like giving a lovely rose…

There will be moments when the ones we love have to pass away,
To us the clouds will pour hateful rain and the sky will turn black and gray,
But you have got to tell yourself that the ones who passed away are now smiling and living a happy life,
They passed their troubles, struggled on through the hard times, and now earn their time, high five.

Some don't find friends, those who can speak and smile with you,
But don't worry, the nature is your friend too,
Feeling lonely is not pleasant, but everything teaches and shows,
We got to learn and to understand, while the memory grows…

Love is the strongest force of all,
It can change your life, and it is stronger than any wall,
Love can be dangerous and can be amazing, depending on the person you love and you,
If love hurts, that means it's true…

Everything has a reason, be the happening good or bad,
It will make you feel hurt at first, but at the end you had be glad,
Nothing goes the wrong way if you just do what is right,
Even in darkness, you can see a tiny spark of hope being so bright…

Life is full of unexplained things and adventure and a great story,
Life is full of things we hate and full of glory,
Just press on and never give up no matter what or in that case, why,
The one thing that is not an option for a golden person, is to easily or wrongly die…




-Mishka Wayz.



To Radiant_Aurora (My friend)






(Sorry If There Are Any Typos)