
In the earth’s embrace,
Crystals shimmer, pure and bright,
Time’s ancient heirloom,
Hard yet fragile under light,
A testament to the past.
MAD Missy 😠
A place to show my work

In the earth’s embrace,
Crystals shimmer, pure and bright,
Time’s ancient heirloom,
Hard yet fragile under light,
A testament to the past.
MAD Missy 😠

Lament
Sadness unfolds
In the heart’s quiet depth.
Moments lost, unfulfilled, Regret
Lingers
MAD Missy 😠

Fairies dance in sky.
Seeking someone to see them.
for they are lonely
MAD Missy 😠

I would go on a shopping spree at an art store like Michaels. I love being creative, and they have so many fun things to choose from—paints, brushes, canvases, and all kinds of craft supplies. I could get everything I need to make amazing art projects. Plus, there are always new things to explore, so I’d never get bored! It would be a great way to spend the day and let my imagination run wild.
MAD Missy 😠

Fizz touches the tongue,
A feeling like no other.
Eagerness for more,
Its sparkle beckons deeply,
Sweet delight that never ends.
MAD Missy 😠

Some people excel at being sneaky.
They can do things you won’t think.
Until trust fades away.
MAD Missy 😠

My middle name is Ann. It has no special meaning other than that my mom liked the name Ann. Additionally, it contributes to my initials, MAD, which I find pretty cool.

A girl named Missy, who was extremely shy,
Letting life pass her by, oh my!
With a whisper and glance,
She took a bold chance,
And found her own wings to fly high!
MAD Missy 😠

A
sigh,
Shadows,
Soft loss sighs.
Dreams will fade away.
Caught in echoes of sweet despair.
As time flows, we seek solace but find memories’ weight.
MAD Missy 😠
I learned that honey doesn’t go bad because it has very little water and is acidic. This makes it hard for bacteria and other germs to grow in it. That’s why archaeologists have found jars of honey in old tombs that are still good to eat!
MAD Missy 😠


Golden stacks rising,
Maple syrup drizzles down,
Morning bliss on plates.
Steam wafts through the air,
Warm pancakes and laughter shared,
Sunrise brings us joy.
Carol Anne / MAD Missy

Good
Kind
Fairies
wondering,
wanting to play, now
Their joyful whispers fill the air.
MAD Missy 😠