Quote for August 30, 2025
Category: Poetry
Migraine’s Storm Phases
Before the storm, a warning: light grows sharp and thin,
A whisper at the temples, an ache beneath the skin.
The world begins to shimmer, colors blur and bend—
A silent drum is beating, sending its signals.
During comes the pounding, relentless, and severe,
A throb behind the eyelids, the sound you cannot hear.
Each movement sparks a ripple, each thought is met with pain,
You close your eyes and wonder if you’ll ever feel the same.
Afterwards, the silence—soft, a gentle, fragile peace,
The world returns in fragments; the pulsing finally ceased.
You’re weary as a river that’s finally met the sea,
Grateful for the quiet and the hope of being free.
Bring on the Night
Frogs croak in evenings.
Bringing about dusk’s entrance.
Twilight comes quickly.
Sun fades, stars begin to glow.
Nightfall settles on the land.
-AAA/MAD
Rise Above
I will never stoop to your level,
Though storms may rage and tempests revel.
With grace I’ll rise above the fray,
And seek the light of a brighter day.
In shadows cast by words unkind,
I’ll choose to leave the dark behind.
For dignity is my guiding star,
And I’ll hold steadfast, no matter how far.
Though you may try to pull me down,
I’ll wear my courage like a crown.
With every step, I’ll prove you wrong,
In my heart sings the strength of a song.
So here I stand, my spirit free,
Unshaken by your enmity.
I’ll walk with pride on my own path,
And let my light be my aftermath.
Quote for August 29, 2025
Whispers in the Haze
In the humid haze of a summer’s day,
A hoax was whispered, leading hearts astray.
With horrible tales that danced in the air,
Reality twisted, unaware of its snare.
Yet beneath the fog, truth glimmers bright,
A beacon of hope in the fading light.
For in the warmth where shadows might loom,
Love’s gentle touch can still make us bloom.
In the Wake of Chaos
Your three words today are:
RUMMAGE
RANSACK
DESTROY
The need and want to ransack,
To rummage through the night,
A tempest brews within my soul,
Demanding dark delight.
Each corner whispers secrets,
Each shadow holds a throne,
Desire wraps its tendrils tight,
In chaos, I’ll atone.
The urge to break apart the calm,
To shatter glass and bone,
A restless spirit yearns to roam,
Where no heart dares to moan.
But through the wreckage lies a path,
A glimmer wrapped in strife,
In destruction’s wake, I find a spark—
A chance to forge new life.
So let the wild winds howl and rage,
Let thunder fill the air,
For in the midst of all that’s lost,
I’ll rise beyond despair.
Quote for August 28,2025
The Question
Am I truly alive or am I pretending to be,
That is the question that I ask myself daily.
In shadows I wander, lost in the fray,
Searching for meaning that slips away.
Each heartbeat a whisper, each breath a disguise,
Yet in all of the doubt, a spark still lies.
For to question is live, to seek and to yearn,
In the dance of existence, I still will return.
A Step Towards Understanding
Please try to understand,
I am trying my best and can only do so much,
Meet me halfway, the ground we can touch,
In the silence, hear my unspoken plea,
Together we’ll rise, you and me.
Let patience guide us, through shadows we’ll tread,
With love as our compass, let’s forge ahead.
A journey begins when we both take a stand,
For understanding blooms when we walk hand in hand.
Quote for August 26,2025
The Enchantment of MAD Missy
The lovely malady, MAD Missy,
Was enchanted by a melody sweet,
Her spirit soared, her heart in flight,
As notes danced around her, pure delight.
With eyes closed tight, she swayed with grace,
Each beat a whisper, a warm embrace.
In twirls and leaps, she lost track of time,
In a world of music, she felt so divine.
So let the melody linger and play,
For in every sway, her heart finds its way,
As long as the music calls her name,
MAD Missy shines, forever aflame.
Shadows of Doubt
When will the message finally break through,
That I am not enough for you?
Time and again, you’ve let me down,
Yet here I am, still around.
Why do I keep returning to this pain?
Am I simply a glutton for my own disdain?
Searching for love in the shadows of doubt,
Wondering what this heart’s all about.
Quote for August 26, 2025
A Call to Healing
I’m sorry, I meant to wait
Until you called, a little late.
But the weight began to climb,
No one here to share the time.
I reached out, unsure if you’d be there,
Hoping you’d return, beyond despair.
I didn’t want to see another face,
It felt so wrong in this lonely space.
Fortunately, you answered my plea,
An appointment set, a chance to be free.
With apologies shared, may healing start,
A journey together to mend the heart.
M.A.D. Works 