I'm made by a rush of air. Or find me on a shoe, an athletic pair. An onomatopoeia you've surely heard. I'm a sound, a logo and a word.

I melt in your mouth, leaving my essence on your tongue and breath Swap my vowels and i become a shrewd maneuver Stick a toe in and I'm all Xs and Os

I'm slang for one's prison history or something your girlfriend takes and never gives back. Everyone uses me at one point, and I rest upon your back. I can be a light coat or even Full Metal, where Pyle is kinda wack.

I’m neither soft, warm, nor meant for a nap, yet cats often choose me over silk and a lap. I was bought for storage, but was swiftly repossessed, for I became a feline’s cardboard fortress.

Once I soared the vast skies, now I fly between the edges of a page I am the lightest of all , but show my might in the right hands