The Creative
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words
a guide, an asset, a tool for survival.
a life line that goes both ways
a collection of journal entries, poetry and sketches

The Noise
written by heather walker
The Noise gets unbearable
I want to close my eyes
Then bury my head in the sand
as I wait for the waves to go by
To bury me deeper and deeper in the sea
The wind blows just right
Until the only sounds I hear
Is the ocean talking to me
Crashing into me
Cleansing my mind, my heart, my soul
Making me believe in great things
beautiful things
making me feel peaceful within
But then the storm begins
waves get rougher
I feel trapped and scared
I can't breathe
But I can feel
Where is the calm of the sea?
I don't wanna feel the pain no more
the waves get harder to bare
the wind blows me into a awkward stare
where I can see
see the beautiful place
where the ocean is clear and blue
but i can't get there
i'm losing sight of it again
was it all just a dream
a figment of my imagination
maybe
i guess anything is possible.

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The blue room
written by heather walker

Four walls, six sides all around
no windows, no light
someone painted the walls blue
i've put pictures on the wall
so that when I lie on the floor
i can imagine that I'm somewhere else
Sleep doesn't come easy
the egg crate isn't much of a bed
One could go crazy in a room like this
For someone like me
It could push one over the edge
of what though
there's no balcony
nowhere to fall
so the only way to go is up then
that's what they say
At least I have a place to sleep
Some food to eat
Heat that creeps in from the other rooms
I can make this a home
In my fantasy land at best
Slowly erasing the line between
my reality and everything else
Slowly lose my mind
to the concrete jungle
I once loved and admired
no it's cold and crowded
but I'm not taking myself out of it
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My choice to live through this phase
this necessary phase of my life
cause otherwise I wouldn't be here
I could cry about it
Lose faith if I wanted
Why bother?
It won't help the situation
It'll only make me depressed
Feeling sad and alone
wondering why
When it just is
I put myself here
No one to blame
Blame for what
Giving me a home?
That would be funny
Grateful to have a place to lie my head
But I'm gonna work my ass off
To get to a warm bed
Four walls, six sides all around
So I'm not in paradise anymore
It's all a part of the journey
I know I'm here cause I wanna be





