A place to show my work
Let your imagination run wild! I’m eager to see the incredible ideas everyone comes up with. Think outside the box and let your creativity soar. Whether it’s a poem, a story, or something entirely unique, the possibilities are endless. Share your thoughts, and let’s inspire each other with our diverse perspectives and talents!
Can you tell a story in 35 words using the following words in it somewhere:
A whimsical scene unfolded by the lake, where a vibrant blue puppet skillfully played a tuba. Onlookers gathered, excitement in the air, as all they needed was a simple coupon to witness this enchanting performance.
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
While working on this, I thought it would be interesting to turn it into a challenge and see what others can create based on the artwork I drew. So, if you choose to accept, your challenge is to come up with something that complements the artwork. There are no specific rules—just use your imagination! I may continue with this idea, so let me know what you think.
I have been on trial for the last couple of months
Trying my hardest to get through the pain
But with each new day, something new comes my way,
Each struggle feels heavy, like a weight on my brain.
I search for the light through the dark and the rain,
Holding on to hope, though it’s hard to explain.
Some days are bright, and I smile with ease,
Other days I falter, brought down to my knees.
But I keep on dreaming, and I won’t lose my fight,
For every new dawn brings a chance to feel right.
Step by step, I’ll find my own way,
Through trials and troubles, I’ll learn to be okay.
All I want to do is to be free
To be me
But who am I?
I have many, I have let in their ideas,
But is that me or is that them?
Voices echo, whispers collide,
Searching for truth I try to confide.
Layers of self in the mirror’s embrace,
Finding my heart in this tangled space.
In the quiet burger joint, I could not resist eavesdropping on the next table, their secrets spilling like ketchup, creating a connection despite the vast space between us.
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
I see some standing tall and proud,
Believing they’re better, speaking loud.
I’m opposed to such a view,
For kindness shines in me and you.
With heads held high, they turn away,
Ignoring love’s sweet, gentle sway.
In every heart, we share a song,
In unity, we all belong.
Let’s lift each other, hand in hand,
Together strong, together stand.
In this wide world of different faces,
True strength comes from our warm embraces.
All my life I longed for curls galore,
Not straight and sleek—oh, I wanted more!
With twists and loops, I’d bounce down the street,
Dancing and twirling, life felt so sweet.
But mornings were tough, my hair on a mission,
Flat and rebellious, oh, the frustration!
Then one day I found a magical foam,
Gave my hair curls—now it feels like home!
So here’s to the curls that swirl in the air,
Finally, I’ve got the hair I declare!
Life’s a game, not so hot,
A stagnant pace, a tangled plot.
But something shifts, a light breaks through,
Until then, it’s just me and you.
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Beneath my skin, a torrent brews,
A tempest waiting, longing to choose.
Boiling water, fierce and wild,
A quiet storm in the heart of a child.
Anger rising, no more contained,
A flame igniting, unchained, unfeigned.
Pounding heartbeat, a restless plea,
This raging fire demands to be free.
In silence it simmers, in darkness it dwells,
A thirst for release, like ringing bells.
The rage inside, a primal song,
A call to break free—I’ve waited too long..
Change is the constant in life.
Yikes! It’s time to rise and shine,
Can’t be late for this event so fine.
With a hurried leap,
Out of bed, I sweep,
Ready to greet the day’s grand design!
Every day is the same,
Nothing new, just a frame.
In routines, we find our way,
Yet within, sparks long to play.
Everyday moments softly blend,
Time drifts on, around the bend.
In the silence, dreams may bloom,
Breaking free from this dull room.
M.A.D. Works 