Tag: The daily Spur

Challenge, Poetry

The Loop I Keep Fighting

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/08/10/negative-3/

The negative thoughts in my head
play on a constant loop,
a quiet hum that never fully fades.

Some days, they stop with ease—
a switch flipped,
a breath taken,
a moment of peace.

Other days, they fight tooth and nail
to make me believe
their whispered stories,
even when my heart knows
none of them are true.

They try to hold power over me,
a weight I push against
again and again,
learning, slowly,
that the fight itself
is proof of my strength.

Challenge, Poetry

Hurt

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/30/hurt-2/

The hurt that I feel runs deep.
Nothing you can do can fix what you have done.
Trust doesn’t grow back on command —
it withers where the damage lives,
and I’m left gathering the pieces
of the person I was before you broke them.

Challenge, Poetry

Hold on Tight

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/01/hold/

Hold on tight—this is going to be a bumpy ride,
Never knowing what waits up ahead.
Twists and turns will test your stride,
But courage grows with every step you tread.

Storms may shake you, shadows may chase,
Yet strength appears when fear gives way.
Keep your grip, keep your pace—
Even the roughest roads lead to brighter days.

Challenge, Poetry

Chest

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/05/chest-2/

I have a chest of all my secrets
protected by my guardians,
silent watchers in the dark—
they hold what I cannot carry,
they keep what I cannot speak,
and they stand between my truth
and the world that isn’t ready
to open the lock.

Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

Unshaken

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/26/blackmail/

You tried to twist my silence
into something you could use,
a shadow you hoped would follow me
wherever I walked.

But I’ve learned to stand in my truth—
steady, unmovable, mine.

Your blackmail will not work.
I refuse to carry fear
that doesn’t belong to me.

I won’t bend for threats
or shrink beneath your schemes.
My voice is louder now,
my boundaries sharper,
my spirit untouchable.

You may rattle the door,
but you will never hold the key
to who I am
or who I’m becoming.

Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

Dull

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/20/dull-3/

There is never a dull moment when
laughter spills into the room,
turning ordinary minutes into tiny celebrations.
Even the quiet days shimmer a little brighter,
because life has a way of surprising you
right when you least expect it.

Challenge, Poetry, Word of the Day

Prestige

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/21/prestige/

Prestige is a fragile crown—

shiny from afar,

heavy up close.

People chase it

like it promises peace,

but it only fits

those who know

they don’t need it.

Challenge, Poetry

Strange

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/15/strange/

Strange is just the name we give

to things we haven’t learned to love yet.

The unfamiliar,

the crooked,

the beautifully off‑center—

all waiting patiently

for us to understand

they were never wrong,

just different.

Challenge, Poetry

Advocate for Ourselves

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/29/advocate/

We learn, slowly,
that our voice is not a burden
but a bridge.

We feel the quiet urge
to stand up for our needs,
even when our hands shake.

Being our own advocate
isn’t loud or perfect —
it’s choosing ourselves
in small, steady ways.

It’s saying this matters,
even when others don’t see it.
It’s honoring our truth,
and letting it guide us home.

Challenge, Poetry

Balance

M.A.D. Works

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/09/balance/

It is a balancing act between
what I give and what I keep,
between the noise that fills my days
and the quiet I need to sleep.

Between the person I am becoming
and the one I used to be—
a careful dance of holding on
and learning to set things free.

Challenge, Poetry

Peace at the Peak

M.A.D. Works
steep


Softly the hillside rises high
Trees leaning where the breezes sigh
Every step a quiet climb
Earth beneath in steady time
Peace awaits you at the top

Challenge, Poetry

My Universe

M.A.D. Works
allow

I allowed you into my universe,
and still you tried to eclipse me.
You held my light like something borrowed,
yet dimmed it when it dared to shine.
You are nothing more than the shadow
of what I never wished to become,
and everything I refuse to be.

Challenge

Beam

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The moon lets down a silver beam
To dance upon the quiet stream,
Turning the dark and restless night
Into a world of soft delight.

Challenge, Poetry

Waterfall

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Rushing water falling over a cliff
like time slipping through the cracks,
a waterfall that roars with all we’ve lost,
pulling echoes into the deep
where memory dissolves.

waterfall

Challenge, Poetry

Fast Time

M.A.D. Works
In response to The Daily Spur

Time moves fast—
so fast it slips between our fingers
before we even notice the warmth fading.

Hours blur into days,
days into years,
and we look back wondering
when the world changed
and how we changed with it.

We chase moments
as if we can outrun the clock,
but time is patient—
it waits for no one,
yet it never loses its pace.

In the end,
we learn to hold what we can,
to breathe in the present,
because everything moves fast,
and nothing stays long enough
to be taken for granted.