http://slow.writerscafe.org/iAmBelle The original writings of author Belle en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776031168 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 December 26, 2025Perhaps I am fated for this profound sadnessnot merely a weight, but a source,a reservoir from which my words draw gravity.It lingers, persistent, shaping perception,tempering thought, and guiding the handthat threads silence into language,that pulls the intangible into rhythm.In th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/3122107/ that night we curled up on the overturned table made ofnarraand what served as our roof was a piece of plywood - thewooden board we put under our karagumoy mat where we sleep. but that night we didn’t sleep we couldn’t blanket ourselves with that sheet o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/2804308/ Here I amagainstandingon the brinkof endless darknessgrasping for light.Layer by layerdestroyed,torn apartI have been hereA million times,But this timeI am waitingto be consumed bythe eternal dimension.I want to grab my end,layandrestin a painless slumber. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1522720/ I took the hugeresponsibilityOf brushing other soulsThrough my words;For that,I was boundTo speak only the truth. Tell me,Did I make a wrong choiceBecauseI have only spoken to youThe truthAndYou broke my heartInto smaller pieces--now,  I ambleedingMore than how I bledIn that of the Unp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1196817/ by : Asset BalinWeep not my dear,Weep not-- and bear--Bear your maple tearsWe’re here!We’re your collective pails. Weep not my naiadWeep not and bear--Bear the vase ‘til the riverCries for furyFor the bareness of your feet! Weep not my dearWipe those brittle crystalsFor y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1193606/ InLife and On Being a Writer, I have discovered that there is a need to create balance between reason andpassion; there is a need to learn to express oneself in full while preservingself- dignity and self control, for extending too much is as dangerous as giving too little.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1187585/  I don’t remember getting myself involvein any troublebut since you forged me to be into this strifethen let it be EYEFOR AN EYE If that is your callthen let us chase each other ‘til hell! I AmTaking This Page Back  &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1187165/ What is genuine love without loyaltyIs it not to love is to be loyal?At all sort, it is true affection I gaveOnly to receive wound that never fades. What is obedience without being passiveIs it not that passivity is acceptance?At all sort, I have accepted that, I --.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1174493/ The dimness is beckoning my mind, my hands to cease, to rest.  Why not?  If he, the powerful sun,All-embracing, all-encompassing,Calls the moon, the stars, to replace him in his placeThen why not allow The fainting mindThe jaded han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1173991/ The multitude paint in the sky was fading, while the cold sun was preparing himself to usher the colder night to her place. 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' I plead to inquire.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1111740/ Validity.Is it because it is written accepted by many it is valid?Is it becauseIt is from the tongue of a significantConforms to the presiding orderIt is valid?I tell ye,What may be true to youis not true to me.The true in the past May not be true in the prese.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1105175/ All human has a kind of being apoet in the sense that each of us has the capacity to feel wonder in thepresence of natural world, and every one of us has the thought whereof theuniverse is a celebration, but inquire for expression for without it " weare only half ourselves"; our other half i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1105130/ With my lean body I standupon my foot within the landWith my assent I glidealoft the billow in the skyI licked every bead of rainI breathed every summer breezeI made merry with tint of dreamI repelled every flicker of rageNothing I did not embracein the beat of endless stintI became a hale entitybei.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1068227/ circlereminds me when I was littlewhen I go round and roundnever care as long as I giggle and titter circlereminds me of my father's loveno ending lovecontinuously lifting me up circlereminds me of this lifemust go on and on and onno matter what the ending must  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1068213/ You.Yes it is youNow in unhidden viewIn this silent untidy nightDare I say, you are the only light-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1065238/ Resplendent it is to untwineWhile we drink our cup of wineAtop green mountain highWhere we meet Earth and Sky. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1058695/ How can a bird born to flyLives in a cage to sit?How can a woman born to joyMust wear veil in her headthat forbids her to spread her wings?  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1057703/                          Dear Poets :December 15, 2012 This is the date when I first read in horror the news about the most incomprehensible tragedy happened in a school : the slaughter of the innocents in Newtown's Sandy Hook Ele.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1057252/ In a place not far away from theeI just want to sit watch you breatheYour hue is so heavenly blueEndows me breath right in due. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1054714/ Resplendent it is to untwineWhile we drink our cup of wineAtop green mountain highWhere we meet Earth and Sky. Serenity we sense hind a sighAs we watch the golden brineAtop green mountain highAmidst Earth and Sky. Whimsical it is in grass to lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1054707/ Wish upon CassiopeiaI wish I am a kiteIn the wind I'll rideI'll fly away awhilefrom this empty mine-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1054530/ Indeed,indeed, indeed,Beautyis a creature in bordered wildExoticism is diffused in coloredHereBrown, there White, there Black,Thereis even Ivory. Indeed,indeed, indeed,Everycountry changes its shape and shadeComplimentingbounded sightLike that o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1049486/ O body move, Obody swayDance to thesound of music.O dark browneyes, brightening glanceSpeak to thedepth of the psyche.O body move, Obody swayDance to thesound of the heartbeat. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1048803/ Betweenheat and moist in mother-nature it becomes difficult to see; in human mind theanswers become clear.                                 Belle                .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1043974/ Star-shaped blossomDainty Immaculate white Bloom in bundlesCovering  green branch Belle of the dark nightWilt in the period ofbright Sweet distinctiveperfumeSignal to an innocent Garland of faith to amotherHope to a y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1041018/ ~ HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR FRIEND ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1037060/ written for a friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1035765/ ~ on motherhood ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1032930/ ~ my very first try for ekphrastic poetry ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1032928/ I’ll  never walk under the rainNever againThunder Lightning flicking my veinThen and againClouds bursting with anger I fearAgain and againWind blowing rage I can’t bearTime and againI’ll never walk under the rainNever againNot if you will not come and kiss meand&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1017179/ In a momentof pondering and weighing time When I thinkof the intricacies love brings,I praise theHeart and Mind of how they rhymefor their questto conquest their passion’s stings.Love cannotlive without trust, from Eros I learned;Commitment, sacrifice,Psyche dec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1017156/ Here I amagainstandingon the brinkof an endless darknessgrasping for a never seenlightLayer by layerdestroyedtorn apartI knowI have been hereA million timesBut this timeI am waitingto be consumed bythe eternal dimensionfor I want to g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1014236/   She whispered in compassion Red is bleedGreen is deepWhite is pureYellow is lure She unfolds her bloomCottony softSorely delicateTwig with thornsPetals in twig But whatever she may speakHer name is Ro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1010976/ ~ yell out ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1007482/ Behind my calm and white hinged window paneI stand with cup of black brew am grippingThinking of your burning touch under rainAs I contemplate every bead drippingThoughts of you race ahead my solemn sipLike small drops chase the void to kiss the earthHaunting sensation of your sweetest lipIs blazing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1007258/ ~ Life I have ~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/1001990/ You whispered with passion :Red is bleedGreen is deepWhite is pureYellow is lureYou unfold your bloomCottony softSorely delicateTwig with thornsPetals in twigBut whatever you may speakYour name is RoseThe name of LoveMisspelled it as ErosYou remain:The Breath of Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/iAmBelle/985487/