Author: M.A.D. Works

Poetry

Resilience in the Shadows

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In shadows cast, whispers pass,
A heart in turmoil, the weight of harass.
Silent cries in the still of the night,
Hope flickers softly, a brave little light.

Each word a pebble, tossed in a stream,
Rippling fears that disrupt the dream.
But strength hides beneath the weight of the pain,
A spirit unyielding, rising again.

For every harsh word, a kindness to find,
In the depths of the struggle, hope intertwined.
With courage as armor, through storms we will clash,
Together we stand, no longer to harass.

Poetry

Finding Balance

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Clear mind, sound and soul,
In sanity’s calm embrace,
balance found within
mediating to find peace
deep breath in and deep breath out.

Poetry

Fraud

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I feel like a fraud,
In shadows of doubt, I tread.
What’s real, what’s illusion,
In this maze inside my head.

Am I the only one to wear
This mask of silent dread?
Please share this heavy burden,
Together, we’ll forge ahead.

We are not alone, it’s true,
In this echo of our plight.
Hand in hand, we’ll seek the light,
Finding solace in the night. Not alone in this…

Poetry

Echoes I’m Still Undoing

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I didn’t expect the memory
to hurt this much.

They were just words—
yet years later,
my subconscious still replays them
over and over and over.

I didn’t notice the damage
until I began the work
with my therapist.

And now I’m left
undoing everything
you did.

Challenge, Laughing Along with a Limerick, Poetry

Laughing Along With A Limerick

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Sally wanted to make stir fry.
But all it did was make her cry.
The onions attacked,
Her eyes staged a pact,
So, dinner waved sadly goodbye.

Poetry

The Cost of Vanity

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Try not to be vain,
It will get you nowhere,
A heart wrapped in mirrors,
Reflecting only despair.

In the glow of false beauty,
You may dance, you may shine,
But in the silence of shadows,
You’ll find no hand to entwine.

With each boastful echo,
You build walls made of pride,
Cutting ties with the true ones,
Leaving love cast aside.

So cherish the simple,
Valleys deep and wide,
For in humility’s embrace,
True joy cannot hide.

Seek not the fleeting glory,
Let kindness be your guide,
In a world that’s ever-changing,
It’s love that will abide.

Challenge, Missy's MAD Challenge

Missy’s MAD Challenge # 111

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Every week, a creative prompt will be offered to help you unleash your imagination and artistic skills. 

You can share your response as art or any other creative expression inspired by the prompt.

There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.

Remember to label your response with #missysmadchallenge.

Your challenge for this week

  • He laughed like he wasn’t breaking inside.
Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

What Slipped Through Our Fingers

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/harbor/


I harbor no ill will towards you;
I just miss what we used to have.

It vanished without a warning,
and an ache was left inside of me—
quiet, persistent,
a reminder of what once felt certain.

I wonder what went wrong,
what shifted beneath our feet,
what small fracture grew wide enough
to swallow everything we built.

I sift through memories
like shells along a shoreline,
trying to find the moment
the tide carried us away.

And though I hold no anger,
the longing still lingers—
a soft echo of a love
I’m learning to release.

Commentary

Just Rojie Day 19

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LINK: prompts for september 2026

Do you tend to forgive and forget, or just forgive but not forget… or neither?

I don’t forget, but I do try to forgive. Not instantly, not perfectly, and not because the other person deserves it—mostly because carrying the hurt around starts to feel too heavy. Forgetting isn’t something I can force, some experiences leave a mark whether I want them to or not.

But forgiveness, for me, is more like loosening my grip. I stop replaying the moment. I stop letting it define how I see myself. I stop letting it take up space in my day. The memory stays, but it softens. I am not able to do this all the time, but it is something that I am working on.

Poetry

Quote for September 20, 2026

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 Go confidently in the direction of your dreams.  Live the life you have imagined. –Henry David Thoreau

Challenge, Poetry

The Loop I Keep Fighting

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https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/08/10/negative-3/

The negative thoughts in my head
play on a constant loop,
a quiet hum that never fully fades.

Some days, they stop with ease—
a switch flipped,
a breath taken,
a moment of peace.

Other days, they fight tooth and nail
to make me believe
their whispered stories,
even when my heart knows
none of them are true.

They try to hold power over me,
a weight I push against
again and again,
learning, slowly,
that the fight itself
is proof of my strength.

Commentary

Just Rojie Day 18th

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What is your horoscope sign? And is the description accurate?

LINK: prompts for september 2026

I’m a Gemini, which supposedly means I’m made of curiosity, quick thoughts, shifting winds, and twin perspectives. Some of that resonates, I do live in my ideas, I change direction when something sparks, and I hold more than one truth at a time. But I’m not defined by the sign. It’s more like a constellation that overlaps with me in places and drifts away in others.

Challenge, Poetry

I Deserve

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/08/09/deserve/

I deserve

peace of mind

to be loved

to be put first

to be seen

to be heard

to be respected

Quote

Quote for September 18, 2026

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I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions. –Stephen Covey

Poetry

Pardon the Interruption

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https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/08/01/pardon/?page_id=9970

Pardon the interruption.

What were you thinking —
that you could judge me,
diminish me,
decide who I was?

I did nothing wrong.
The blame was never mine.

You were the adult.
I was the child.

Your words defined me,
even though they never should have.

And now, years later,
I’m still untangling them —
no end in sight,
your voice replaying
in a loop
I never asked for.