A place to show my work
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any 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
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any 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
In the corner of my mind,
a quiet room waits for me.
Some days it’s filled with sunlight,
other days, a trembling sea.
Memories stack like folded letters,
some gentle, some unkind.
Yet still, a softer voice keeps rising
from the deeper part inside.
It reminds me I am learning,
that healing takes its time,
and even shadows lose their power
when I choose to let them unwind.
So I sit with what is heavy,
and I honor what I find.
Because every step toward knowing myself
begins in the corner of my mind.
There are days the world feels distant,
like you’re walking underwater.
Thoughts echo in strange directions,
and everything takes effort.
But even then, your health holds on
in the smallest acts of staying.
You’re still here, still trying,
and that is its own kind of grace.
It is time to gear up for action
Not sitting back and doing nothing
Make your dreams a reality, my friend
Experience life to the fullest
for you will never know when it will be your last
So, step boldly into the path ahead,
Trust the fire that lives within you,
And let today be the start of everything.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
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
Word of the Day Challenge 2/15/26
I tried to hook up
With a moment of calm today—
It flirted, then fled.
As I think and tinker away,
I leave a trail of quiet lines behind—
soft echoes of the moments
my mind wandered farther than my hands.
Each thought becomes a footprint,
each idea a small lantern dropped
for whoever might follow
the winding path I made.
And though the work is never finished,
the trail is proof I was here—
thinking, tinkering,
shaping something out of the unseen.
You had the benefit of the doubt,
a gift I gave without question.
I thought kindness could rewrite you,
thought patience could shift the truth.
But some stories don’t change,
and some hearts don’t open—
no matter how gently they’re held.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
There are no restrictions and no deadlines, so feel free to take your time and enjoy the creative process.
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Your challenge for this week
In a garden so green and so calm,
Where the flowers released their sweet balm,
The bees buzzed a tune,
‘Neath the light of the moon,
And the night’s gentle breeze brought a charm.
We need to compromise for a change to happen—
not someday, not later,
but now,
before stubbornness cements the ground
we’re trying to grow from,
before silence becomes the only thing
we have left to share.
Every week, a creative prompt will be offered for you to unleash your imagination and artistic skills.
You can share your response in the form of art or any creative expression that the prompt inspires.
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
When I encountered this challenge, the first song that came to mind was “Where Is the Love?” by The Black Eyed Peas. With everything happening in the world right now, this song reflects my thoughts on the situation.
Where Is The Love?
What’s wrong with the world, mama?
People livin’ like they ain’t got no mamas
I think the whole world’s addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that’ll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we tryna stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin’
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate, then you’re bound to get irate, yeah
Madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y’all, y’all
People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt, hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
Or would you turn the other cheek?
Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love?
It just ain’t the same, old ways have changed
New days are strange, is the world insane?
If love and peace are so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don’t belong?
Nations droppin’ bombs
Chemical gasses fillin’ lungs of little ones
With ongoin’ sufferin’ as the youth die young
So ask yourself, is the lovin’ really gone?
So I could ask myself really what is goin’ wrong
In this world that we livin’ in people keep on givin’ in
Makin’ wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin’ on but the reason’s undercover
The truth is kept secret, it’s swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where’s the love, y’all, come on? (I don’t know)
Where’s the truth, y’all, come on? (I don’t know)
Where’s the love, y’all?
People killin’, people dyin’
Children hurt, hear them cryin’
Can you practice what you preach
Or would you turn the other cheek?
Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love (love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love? (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love?
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I’m gettin’ older, y’all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin’
Selfishness got us followin’ the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema, yo’
Whatever happened to the values of humanity?
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality?
Instead of spreading love we’re spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
That’s the reason why sometimes I’m feelin’ down
There’s no wonder why sometimes I’m feelin’ under
Gotta keep my faith alive ’til love is found
Now ask yourself
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
‘Cause people got me, got me questionin’
Where is the love?
Sing with me y’all (one world, one world)
We only got (one world, one world)
That’s all we got (one world, one world)
And something’s wrong with it (yeah)
Something’s wrong with it (yeah)
Something’s wrong with the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got (one world, one world)
That’s all we got (one world, one world)
That ship has sailed long ago
Never to return
Its wake still shivers through the water,
a quiet ache I pretend not to feel.
Some departures don’t announce themselves –
they simply drift past the horizon,
leaving you with the echo
of everything you never said.
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