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

We used to talk for hours,
Through messages on our phones,
About anything and everything,
Even moans and groans.

We use to chat alot,
Catching gossip and thoughts,
About how hot or cold it was,
And I'm always wearing shorts.

I used to wake to a message,
"Good morning

My mind so full of such few words,
Making my concentration fly out of my mind like a flock of birds,
A song,
A gong,
A chime,
A mime,
A lot of words fill my brain and some send shivers down my spine,
And some thoughts I question are they even mine,
All of them so tightly packed in,
In my skull so hidden deep within,
Pounds and pounds of useless grey matter,
Filled with noises from pitter to patter,
Legends and Tales,
Buckets and Pales,
Crab and Snails,
Sharks and Whales,
Words on Words on Words again,
I wish right now I could talk to a friend,
But alas the words the only come out on paper,
For you my readers to continually savor.