
Frosty windows hide
Much of the daylight outside
Less shadows inside
Keep negative thoughts away
Focus on good, not the bad
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AAA/MAD
A place to show my work

Frosty windows hide
Much of the daylight outside
Less shadows inside
Keep negative thoughts away
Focus on good, not the bad
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AAA/MAD

“If there is no struggle, there is no progress.” —Frederick Douglass

“The battles that count aren’t the ones for gold medals. The struggles within yourself—the invisible, inevitable battles inside all of us—that’s where it’s at.” —Jesse Owens

Allow me
to be myself,
Allow me
to have fun,
Allow me
to grow,
Allow me
to make mistakes,
Allow me
to shine in my own way,
Allow me
to find my voice,
Allow me
to chase my dreams,
Allow me
to explore the unknown,
Allow me
to embrace the bold,
Allow me
to dance to my own rhythm,
Allow me
to love deeply and freely,
Allow me
to be proud of who I am,
Allow me
to live fully, with a heart wide open and a spirit unbound.

Seeing red
Anger builds inside
Boiling to a point
Where reason takes a ride.
Fury ignites the air,
Like flames that dance and sway,
Words sharp as daggers fly,
In the heat of disarray.
But beneath the stormy clouds,
A flicker of calm resides,
A choice to turn the tide,
And let compassion guide.
So take a breath, release the strain,
Let the tempest fade away,
For in the quiet aftermath,
We find peace to light the day.

The best way out is always through.” ―Robert Frost

I sit here and reflect,
We used to be close,
Will we ever get that back?
Only time will tell, I suppose.
Memories linger like whispers in the air,
Laughter shared, secrets bare,
But distance grows with every day,
Will the path to you fade away?
I think of the moments, the dreams we spun,
The light-hearted jokes, the races we’d run.
Yet shadows creep in, doubt starts to swell,
In the silence between us, a story we can’t tell.
But hope lies dormant, waiting for its cue,
Like the dawn that breaks after the night’s dark hue.
Perhaps one day we’ll find our way,
And rediscover the bond that time can’t fray.
So I sit here and reflect,
With a heart full of wishes, a soul to connect,
For though life may twist like a winding road,
I’ll hold onto your memory, like a precious ode.

We all must be loved
Sometime within all our lives
In the very least.
Kindness and warmth we seek here
Embracing love we find peace
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AAA/MAD

Day ends and night falls
Twilight gives way to darkness
Hints of day are gone.
Painting beauty in the sky
A pure vision of perfection
-AAA/MAD

Threads of color, woven tight,
Tell a story in the light.
Hands that labor, hearts that dream,
Stitch together every seam.
Patterns shifting, bold and new,
Old and ancient, woven through.
Every strand a tale to tell,
Of love and loss, remembered well.
Gold and scarlet, blue and green,
Blend in ways yet to be seen.
Each connection, strong and true,
Forms a world from what we do.
Step back, see the grand design,
Life and fate in threads entwine.
A tapestry of joy and pain,
Woven once, not made again.

” Go as far as you can see; when you get there, you’ll be able to see farther.” – Thomas Carlyle

In the darkest of nights, when the stars seem so far
I keep holding on, ’cause I know who you are
You’re a fighter, a believer, a dreamer like no other
With a fire deep inside, you were born to discover
When the road gets tough, and you’re feeling defeated
Just remember, you were made to be undefeated
There’s a power within you that can’t be denied
You’re an unstoppable force that won’t be denied
So don’t give up, don’t back down
You were born to wear the victor’s crown
Keep pushing harder, keep reaching higher
You’re a fearless warrior, an unstoppable dreamer

In crisis, we find our strength anew
Through danger and peril, we push through
With courage and resolve, we shall prevail
And emerge from the depths, stronger without fail.

Bright color essence
My world is technicolor
Blues, reds, and yellows
Vivid hues paint my story
In every shade, I find glory
AAA/MAD

“First, forget inspiration. Habit is more dependable. Habit will sustain you whether you’re inspired or not. Habit will help you finish and polish your stories. Inspiration won’t. Habit is persistence in practice.” ―Octavia Butler