Poetry

Frustrated Soul

Oh, frustrated soul, so full of pain
Bound by thoughts that can’t be tamed
You long for things that can’t be rearranged
But oh, dear one, you must embrace the change


The past, like a heavy weight, you carry
But it’s time to let go, it’s necessary
For life moves on, it never stays the same
And clinging to the past will only bring you shame


The present, a canvas, waiting to be painted
But you’re stuck, feeling so suffocated
By things that can’t be altered, no matter how hard you try
But dear one, don’t you see? It’s time to spread your wings and fly


For change is the only constant in this world
Like a river, it continues to unfurl
And though it may be scary, it’s also beautiful
For it brings new experiences, and lessons crucial


Let go of control, and embrace the unknown
For within it lies opportunities yet to be shown
You’ll find peace in accepting what can’t be changed
And open your heart to a life that’s rearranged


So don’t be frustrated, let go of that pain
For change is not something to be restrained
It’s a journey, a chance to evolve and grow
So embrace it, dear one, and watch your spirit glow


Let go of the past, and open your mind
For the future holds wonders, waiting to be aligned
With the path you were meant to take
Just have faith, and embrace the change, for goodness’ sake.


Dear frustrated soul, it’s time to let go
And trust in the universe, to guide you and show
That change is not something to fear or dread
But something to be embraced, and willingly tread.


So spread your wings, and fly towards the light
Let go of your worries, and take flight
For change, my dear, is the only way
To find true happiness, every single day.

Poetry

Manifesting Visions

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Vision in my head

Now, I need to work for it

One step at a time

Put ideas together 

Make it all happen for you…

-MAD/AAA

Challenges, Missy's MAD Challenge

Missy’s MAD Challenge # 074

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

  • A single light flickers on in an abandoned house, and someone inside whispers your name.
Poetry

Finding Strength After the Storm

I want to toss my hands in the air,
And give up.
What is the point anymore?
But I need to stay strong.
For there is sunshine after a storm.

Commentary

Extra, Extra!

100 years ago, on

December 12, 1925

The first “motor hotel,” later abbreviated “motel,” opened in San Luis Obispo, California, the halfway point when driving from San Francisco to Los Angeles.

Poetry

Elusive Peace

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

All I want is peace

Fear it will never happen

I hope and I pray

That one day it will find me 

Until then, I keep searching…

-MAD/AAA

Poetry

Dreams, Made Possible 

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Dreams can come true, dear

Upon a star, wishes fly

Work for it, they say

No matter what you will do

Remember, “Just keep going”…

-MAD/AAA

Poetry

Nickels And Dimes

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Tighten up your belt 

It’s the thriftiest you’ve felt 

Don’t worry you won’t melt

In the end, it will all be heartfelt.

Buckle up and save every dime

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-AAA/MAD

Poetry

Pristine Lights 

Special thanks to my collaborator on this Rengay, Anthony, mylovexpressionsblog.wordpress.com

Pristine beams of light.

Dancing every day and night.

A beautiful sight.

Bringing peace and harmony

Nature’s wondrous delight.

AAA/MAD

Commentary

Extra, Extra!

By the number

4,862

Ring count of Prometheus, a bristlecone pine tree cut down for research purposes in 1964 by U.S. Forest Service personnel in eastern Nevada. Scientist believe the tree may have been more than 5,000 years old, making it the oldest non-clonal organism ever discovered.

Poetry

Ego’s Costume

A person named Ego had quite the persona,
Always thinking highly, like a majestic iguana.
But deep down inside, beneath the bravado and pelf,
Lay a tiny, insecure, and fragile self.

Poetry

Memories

The memories of time spent together.
will always warm my heart
How I miss those days
where we would spend hours doing nothing

But those are gone
The echoes of laughter linger still,
In moments that time cannot fulfill.
Chasing shadows beneath the stars,
Dreaming of futures, unmarked by scars.

Though seasons have changed and paths diverged,
In the tapestry of life, our memories surged.
I carry your smile, a beacon of light,
Guiding me gently through the darkest of nights.

So here’s to the days, both joyful and sweet,
To the warmth of your presence, each moment a treat.
Though distance may grow and life pull us apart,
You’ll always be cherished, forever in my heart.

Poetry

Color Swirls

Color swirls in the morning light,
Delight in hues that play and blend,
A canvas bright, igniting delight.
Blend the visions that never end.

Delight in hues that play and blend,
As nature’s canvas, colors mend.
Not knowing when each one ends
Delight in hues that play and blend,

Color swirls in the morning light,
Delight in hues that play and blend,
A canvas bright, igniting delight.
Blend the visions that never end