Staying by Wiley Guy

When my soulful self
Is swallowed up by
The deep grey storm
And I am not sure why
My mind and body
Can’t take another beating

I look to heaven
And ask an uncomfortable truth
Why am I staying here?
Why endure?
Why simply why?

I guess I am planted in the world
Due to the seed of hope
Sometimes it is so small
But is so determined to remind me
That along with hope there is a winding path
And I am just plain curious what is just beyond

What's Right with Life?

I’ve learned that I will not always be the same – and I guess I don’t have to.

After all, how can you stay the same day after day, week after week, with no change in mood or habit? I can’t, maybe I’m too changeable or else I get bored being the same all of the time. So I like to trick people, or surprise them or, myself, maybe both who knows? We’re always changeable I guess, or maybe it’s the weather or how it affects me.

 I’ve learned that I can grow and change, whether it’s permanent or not.

What’s right with life? You never know until you try, or else you’ll never grow.
Try fail, try fail, try succeed? Maybe sometimes, maybe; I hope so.. And if no, well you do the best you can as you go; Or you fail. Well maybe sometimes people will think so, but so what? Don’t we all sometimes?

Who is a brilliant success always? No one! I know certainly not me. So if you fail or think you do, so what? Besides who cares what others think? Maybe we should do both, so there!!

 Terri Fraczek

Poetry and Creative Writing by 9Muses Members Promotes Recovery and Wellness

“That Lady” by Doris J.

The Black Lady stares, as everyone watches her
Her skin is so cold, yet so tender
Such a smile from ear to ear
You can tell, she has a lot on her mind
She has something to say
And she is not telling
Her dress is green and her hair is covered with a blue wrap
She has all that knowledge safe.

9Muses by Rebecca Perry - Creative Writing Class 7/18/2016

How wonderful the 9Muses Art Center's programs are. I look forward to coming to 9Muses almost everyday. I get tired sometimes but after I am rested I am up and running again. The staff is very friendly and helpful. 9Muses is always nice and clean, the clients are just as nice and friendly as the staff. The activities are out of sight, I just love creating things and using my hands. They did a wonderful thing when they started 9Muses Art Center. I recommend it to everyone that asks me about it. The fact that you can sell your work after you've finished it is fulfilling. The staff helps you sell your work and thy don't mind doing it. Three cheers for 9Muses Art Center!

Today by Gary Fletcher

Today is the day I ground myself;
Feel connected to the world
I will own the moments of my life
And string these moments into a single day
I will wear this necklace of moments proudly
And share the jewel called today

Mental Health Support Collage

Group Collaboration - Members contribute one sentence at a time to form logical expression.

Member One

I don't care about what I am expected to do. ; I am just going to take the next step. The tomorrows of my life will be what I put into them and I shall not falter.

Member Two

If I do fall into the abyss, I will have no choice, no action to take, therefore; no worry.

Member Three

​I am caught between loving my choices and wishing with all my heart to let go of worries. However, the crooked, creaking door, shaking and spewing dust in different directions tells me that what is behind it is desperate and monstrous.

Member Two

It is when choices become binding that final decisions must be made. The monster in the closet must always be considered.

​Member One

I refuse to be considerate of the monster and yet I know that such acceptance is the best way to disempower it.


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MIST - Haiku by Wiley Guy

Water Chrystal Is

Light Trapped In Elements

Cooling My Gray Face

What Can I Tell You About Me? by Wiley Guy

I laugh,

I make others laugh

but when I go home

There are times

When I cry

I feel great loss

Both are present within me

Sunrise to moon glow

both are present

and I still live

So for today

I thrive...

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This poem was written as a collaborative effort by the Poetry Class. The lesson was on how to mine for words to improve poetry.

Food by The Live Muses Society

Step into the kitchen, and by the nose
remember; sweet scents of dwellings,
Thoughts of comfort to compose.
Memories emerge, like a rivers head spring

Return to family, friends and home
reunions, thoughts of spring and summer.
In the journey of thought we do roam,
Recalling aromas that stir distant murmurs

Of sharp spices, savory sauces, like families, jumbled
To sweet holidays, abundant family communion
Visions of loved ones and I, I am warmly humbled
By its invitation, reminding me I am human

Life's Journey invites all of us to the table and eat
Baking and roasting is done, come on over, have a seat.