"mishka" poems
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
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
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
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 2:54 AM UTC
Yell into my mouth the instructions for caramel,
please mishka,
my insides don't feel sweet, they're bottles of painkillers eaten with a raw hunger swelling and grazing all my skin. I feel pretty with you
and entirely worthwhile
but here
and here and here
I still hurt.
Your loveliness was never warm ginger in my stomach, it was the lily scent
to cover my decay.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 9:27 PM UTC
I was there
When she cried
I sat there
Just holding her
When she screamed
I froze
I didn't know how to handle her unravel
I didn't know how to sew her back together
For you see
My own thread was worn
My own stitches were coming apart
From years of too-tight hugs
My button eyes coming undone
From all the pain I've seen you go through
My ratty fur matted wet from tears
You dried on my corduroy skin
I still feel it
The bite marks on the back of my head
from where you clenched your jaw so hard around my nylon flesh
You screamed into my stuffed brain so loud
you reverberated my neurons of synthetic polyester cotton mix
The best thing about being your teddy bear
Was being there for you
Making you happy when you cried
Laugh when you were down
You thought I was a Russian bear warrior,
You named my Mishka
It was coolest thing ever
You thought I was invincible
Until you grew up.
You stopped having me around as often
You grew up as I wore down
Your problems where not tears I could wipe away
My stitched smile could not spread to your face anymore
My button eyes, the ones once so polished that they gleamed,
Now dull and scratched
You threw me when you were angry
Squeezed me when you sobbed
Locked me up in closets
Hid your childish joy from sight
I guess that's the thing about being your childhood best friend.
I only lasted in your childhood
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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 ************* 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 ~
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
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
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 12:44 AM UTC
"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 ^^
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
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~
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 9:09 PM UTC
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
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC
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
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 12:35 AM UTC
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~
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 2:09 AM UTC
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"
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 3:52 AM UTC
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.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
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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
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
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 ~
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC