http://slow.writerscafe.org/izabela_r The original writings of author Bela en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776123306 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Our leaders are not the wisest But the most cunning criminals. They think their god has chosen them And chosen us to suffer. They do not understand the truthsThey do not have the wisdom. They lead us into their error waysAnd gaslight those who know. They let our food be poisoned, O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/2823099/ I wrote this in 06 when I was going through some tough times with a toxic narcissistic ex. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/2791257/ Um, pretty much any addiction really. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/2006858/ Post op is almost a haze of drugs, As my body drags itself alongAnd my mind longs to be free again. I have a pill for every ailmentBut best of all are the onesThat do nothing at all. I languish in bedSometimes not daring to turnTo either either sideFor fear of more nausea. I'm to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1959946/ To make it more fair and balanced, I've created a part two to acknowledge the beautiful things Australia has to offer. Even if they are not Australian by origin http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1912806/ Unfinished - needs more editing http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1912783/ Maybe this is not a poem... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1912733/ My heart burst open with colours Like fireworks breaking out from my chest First time I got close to that I told myself you couldn't be feeling that tooI panicked, I shut down I ran so far and pushed you so hardBut you came back Now these feelings are revisiting meAnd I don't want to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1710431/ I'm so tired of fighting I'm so tired of trying to stay afloat Why does it have to be this hardThis darkThis empty This treacherous This lonely This repetitive This hopeless Why can't it all just be a little easier? ...I'm just so tired...Trying to stay afloat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1671621/ What I have with you I once would have thought was loveMaybe it wasBut it had to be as wellBecause I was terrified to let goI was terrified my world would be over if I let goAnd it was...for a whileAnd then it wasn't again And now here I amNot wanting to but knowing I can let go..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1662541/ Oh so corny but cute. Attempt at another micro story in 2013. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1660606/ My poor attempt at a micro story back in 2010. Bear in mind I'm pretty bad at short stories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1660604/ Wrote back in 09, when I couldn't sleep one night and needed to start a creative assignment. This poem started that. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1660602/ I am weak to your charisma My beautiful peacock Your dazzling colours As you proudly display your tailThere is more to see here yetUnderneath the boisterous And proud exterior I am both intrigued and scared To a dig a little further And see y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1660600/ When your feelings leave you torn. Bittersweet goodbye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1650096/ About just allowing your sadness to be, accepting, not fighting it, even though you'd like it gone of course. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1510638/ A poem about feeling homesick for Poland, a country I haven't seen since I was a little girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1492265/ Inspired while listening to Chopin, a Polish classical pianist. Just feeling connected and nostalgic for what little bits of Poland I still remember. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1492262/ The frustration and anger felt when one feels powerless to change anything with those in power (the government) and policies that feel in conflict with one's personal struggles. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1474896/ Missing freedom and what it feels like to have magic in your life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1355276/ I call this one Vile Corruption, tried to channel my anger productively. I seem to lack the words to quite describe the ugliness and disgust I feel with our health system. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1324891/ If I could have frozen timeI would have.Embraced in the blanket ofour loveOur hearts entangledOur limbs intertwined.Pure love, bliss andradiance,If only I could have stayed.How could I explain?To you or anyoneThat it wasn’t my wholeheart,And were I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1236301/ You’re probably rightI’m just not ready,But i do believeI could love moreThan love I have for you.Its too painful to stayJust to live in the grey,Neither here or there.Our fun love Is not enough,For I want to Throw myself all inAnd never have to leave. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1236298/ Beautiful, addictiveDestructive to me.You are my heroineAnd my angel.It tears my heartTo let you go each time,It pains me To not love you more.I cannot stayYou always knew -We have no future. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1236280/ Time stands stillWhen im with you,I forget about todayI forget about tomorrow,Here in our cacoonMoments are passingBlissful embracesMoments i longed forMoments i only dreamed about ,Here i am with you Pinching myselfTrying to keep the doubts at bay Confused and i think im crazyBut then you hold meKi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1226228/ Your scent is still lingering on meI feel you in every breeze todayThe sun on my backLike your embraces are still warming meEyes still moist from my tears of blissYou pried my heart openAnd now its exploding everywhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1226224/ Confined within these walls my being,It measures two by two. There are six walls to this box,My thoughts limited,My own voice echoing back at me,As it bounces of the walls. My every breath dictated;Paled by the lighting,I feel as weak as I look. Gasping my breat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1098639/ Don’t stare into that reflection any longerWalk away- quickPretend you didn’t see itPretend you didn’t feel itGo smoke some weed Pop a pill, go on a bingeAnd get s**t faced,Forget it, it doesn’t exist,Buy a new carScrew some peopleAnd tell yourself&ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1098636/ Its all a game to them.Controlling, dominating,Manipulating us to buy foodThat makes us sick,Selling us medicineThat doesn’t cure anything.Watching us, Got their tentaclesLike syringesInside usSucking us dryFrom every vestibule.Its all a game t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1098630/ The path seemed so blurrySometimes he wasn’t even sure it was a roadSometimes he wasn’t even sure he was movingThe air felt stale, yet familiar and oddly comfortingSometimes almost gasping, wishing for some crisp breathsTo enter his lungsWishing to know, where it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1040427/ I dreamt I could writepen held tight,flowing like riverwords bledupon the page;wind blew throughmy windowwhispering pure words:light like cloudsand fluffy like cottoncandy;I dared to ask the moonFor advice,Stepping onto the windowledge,His .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1040423/ You moulded you sculpted, Frustrated, your projectNot taking shape. You used your wordsTo try to bend me,Wished you could break meLike a chinese foot; In vain, my bonesWouldn’t be broken,I refused to beYour little china doll. Broke free of your delus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1040421/ Incessant ticking of the clock,Night creeps along slowly.Enveloped in silence,Not a soul stirs.Madly, insane silence,If only slumber would make the night pass faster.The clock and the heartTicking in separate rhythms.Breathing lungs, expanding, inhalingIn time with the tick tock... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1040418/ Today the day is born,Smile, the light greets you;Open your heart,Breathe it in,Hear it sing to you,Smell the sweetness,Let go, step onto the grass,Feel it between your toes;Breeze runs its fingers throughYour hair; the morning airStill young, the oceanSoftly whispers...Sssh listen. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1040417/ About the ocean. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1040413/ I once knew youBlue eyes and rosy cheeksSweet lips and a bittertongueRolling out liesOr ugly truthsYour deception growing lazyMy patience wasting thin;We said Au revoir. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1026633/ Swayme into delicious deliriumHipsto hipsHandsto handsEntangledlike vineRhythmsrunning through my veinsIam intoxicatedUnderthe eyes of the starsAsthey smileNoddingapprovinglyThetrees swoosh swooshMyheart beats like congasThecrickets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1026631/ The soothing whining of the police sirenLulls me to sleep;Drunks screaming in the streets,Like sweet melodies to my ears.Surfers paradise you are my plastic jungle;Bleach my hair and inflate my bossoms,bronze me till I'm georgous like a prune-I want to be one of you!Scrape out the contents of my bra.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1026630/ With great force You pound against the sand,Old wisdom Tints you blue,As you reflectWhat you see in theheavens;Lost memories, lost ships,Forgotten mythsLie on your sea bed,Distant déjà vu of mine,I know i once livedInside you;Pearls gli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1026626/ If I were a duck for a day,Would life be more simple?Would I cease to feel separate?Would I cease to feel anger,frustration, despair, hate, resentment,jealousy;The need to conquer,The need to destroy;Would I just go aboutMy routines of survival,One with my kind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1026625/ Written while listening to Chopin. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/izabela_r/1026624/