A place to show my work
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!
In the still of the night, questions take flight,
Will someone ever love me, and hold me tight?
I walk with my baggage, a heavy heart’s weight,
A journey of sorrows that plays on my fate.
Each piece of my past, like stones in my pack,
A story of heartache that I can’t hold back.
Yet in the shadows, a flicker of hope,
That love, warm and gentle, can help me cope.
I dream of a day when I’ll lay down my load,
And find in another a shared, winding road.
Together we’ll navigate the fears that I hide,
With trust as our compass, and hearts open wide.
So here I stand still, beneath starlit skies,
Embracing the journey, with love as my prize.
Though I carry my baggage, I’ll trust in the spark,
That love has a way of igniting the dark.
Warm feeling inside grows each minute.
No need to worry or stress now.
Just enjoying the time here
Sitting and pondering
About all & nothing.
Now enjoying
Protecting
Inner
Peace
A great teacher shines like the morning sun,
Warming hearts and minds, they inspire everyone.
With a spark of knowledge, they light up the way,
Fostering love for learning, come what may.
Inspiring the restless, the lost, and the shy,
Their kindness a beacon, reaching deep into the sky.
Approachable, friendly, with passion they teach,
In every small moment, they strive to reach.
Adaptable spirits, with patience they stand,
Listening intently, with a gentle hand.
Always improving, they seek to grow,
A guiding light in the classroom’s glow.
So here’s to the teachers, both near and far,
For lifting our spirits and raising the bar.
In their endless warmth, we find our place,
A haven for learning, a nurturing space.
In the stillness of the night, dreams draw near,
Whispers of the heart, only the soul can hear.
In the drawer of the mind, memories unfold,
Stories of the past, both cherished and told.
Sketches of the past, intricately drawn,
Bright colors of laughter, shadows of the dawn.
In the heart’s hidden drawer, emotions spawn,
A tapestry woven from dusk until dawn.
There once was a pack of dogs,
With a loyalty that sparked no fogs.
They made a bold pact,
To get their gold back,
From the sly, sneaky cats in their clogs.
In a world where choices often fade,
I’d choose a look that’s never dismayed.
A pair of jeans, well-worn and true,
Soft and cozy, just like the morning dew.
With a t-shirt snug against my skin,
It whispers comfort, where warmth begins.
A stylish jacket, casual grace,
Completes the ensemble, my perfect embrace.
Versatile fabric, for night or day,
In every moment, it finds a way.
With confidence blooming in every seam,
This outfit, my armor, fulfills my dream.
So let the seasons come and go,
In comfort I’ll wander, steady and slow.
For in this attire, I find my ease,
Wrapped in comfort, my soul’s gentle tease.
In a scroll of posts, I find my day,
Time slips away, like sand in the bay.
Lost in the feeds, I wander and roam,
Mindlessly drifting, far from my home.
With each little update, I glance and I sway,
But now I’m deciding to carve out my way.
I’ll limit the hours, be mindful and clear,
Making room for the moments I hold dear.
Bright light shines through the window so clearly.
Waking you up from deep sleep
Time to start the day now.
To face social anxiety isn’t a fight,
It’s a journey we take, not a wrong or a right.
Though it may seem daunting, it’s not all despair,
Sometimes anxiety can show us we care.
Feel the flutter, the cautious mind,
In those moments of doubt, strength you’ll find.
Embrace the jitters, let them be near,
For they can guide you, lessen your fear.
You have the power, the choice in your hand,
To keep anxiety in its own gentle land.
So take a deep breath, let your courage shine,
You are not alone; you’re on your own line.
Trust is hard for me to share,
It’s a treasure, precious and rare.
Only a few have earned it right,
A bond that feels just like daylight.
Built on honesty, respect, and truth,
It’s a strong tie, not a sleuth.
If you hold my trust, treat it well,
For it’s a story only we can tell.
Together we can conquer and grow,
In trust, our dreams continue to flow.
On a draft, she started to write,
A poem drifting in the night.
Words danced like leaves in the breeze,
Her thoughts took shape with heartfelt ease.
There once was a girl named Michelle,
Whose dream was to dance, can you tell?
On the moon she’d moonwalk,
In zero-G she’d gawk,
And in starlight, she’d twirl and excel!
Your three words today are:
ITEM
THING
NOVELTY
In a shop of wacky dreams,
Where oddities burst at the seams,
An item sat with a silly grin,
A thing that danced, let the fun begin!
A novelty toy, red and blue,
Wiggled and jiggled like it knew,
With a honk and a wiggle, it stole the show,
This playful oddball, the star of the glow!
In the quiet of the night,
She set out on her way,
A mission to find the bright,
To chase the dark thoughts away.
With each step, she felt the weight,
Of shadows trying to bind,
But deep inside, she found her fate,
A sparkle whispered, “You will find.”
Through valleys low and hills so high,
She sought the light that shines,
With hope like stars up in the sky,
She left behind the dark confines.
Her heart began to sing anew,
As joy replaced the fear,
Each moment felt like morning dew,
A fresh start drawing near.
So if you wander, lost in night,
Remember her brave quest,
For within each soul, there’s hidden light,
And in that truth, we’re blessed.
M.A.D. Works 