http://slow.writerscafe.org/Briarbella The original writings of author The Ponderings of Bella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048220 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You know I can't honestly say this isn't a good poem but I am sitting here thinking about what the doctor just told me .... and this is all I can write ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/236722/ eh ... just a thought that came to me in the middle of the night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/236083/ Breathing in the moonlightThis pain a fleeting moment of the                      PastIs this called peace? Singing the songs of angelsHolding onto something more than   &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/220655/  Pretending to be somethingYour not; isn’t thatWhat you are good at? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/219581/  In this mortal coil exists such a location,Of self-told lies and much deviation. Deviation from the truth of our existence,of our actions and of our subsistence.Such a place would lead to demise,As all of your self-told lies take a rise.Allow not your lascivious mind,To .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/217179/ Such is a place of remembrance, of heartbreak, and demise,Riddled with stone, blanketed with cries.Stone of marble, etched with identity,Corpses below a false serenity.A place of tragedies, once-malignant disease,Bringing the death, souls now at ease.The ultimate bed of sediment and so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/217150/  Step over the threshold, and open the door, open your eyes and behold, a place free of war, unrivaled to the beauty of all riches, the sounds as peaceful as an soft ocean’s waves, all else set aside, as the truth be told, Heaven or Hell, there is no middle any longer. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/217149/ My mom passed away when I was 15 years old from cancer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/217145/ To my sister--- Cali I know you feel like there is no hope and that your heart will never mend but I assure you there is a man out there for you with an ivory key waiting to set you free! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/217131/ Bitterness ravenous for more,Hungers at the depths of my soul,Hatred longs for revenge,Screams of despair,I long for repair,Quit me of the stream of curses,Release me from the lies,Hold me far from the needs,Because I am broken,And I am lonesome,I don't feel right,Something gon.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/214079/ The world is spinning around and aroundOnly some things can be known for sureKnowing a heart will bleed when brokenA mind will tare at the seams when pulledAnd up is down and down is upit is all relative to me and myselfRight is as wrong as wrong can be rightHate is really a passionate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/214071/ This really isn't a story, it is just a thought...... I like it ... for some unknown reason http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/214059/ Loved by oneand by allYet ThoughtsOf suicideRun rapidHow selfishWhat aCreature ofHateand sorrowfulImaginingsin a dreamlandof terrorand angerThe easyWay outOf aNightmare  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/214035/ Air runsThrough lungsIn and outAs it comesThe worldIs spinningAround and aroundAs my worldStays on theTiled groundSitting thinkingof nothing atAllGod and humanityDon't matter at allIn fact asI thinkI see my ownSelfSelfishly thinkingAbout nothingNothingAt a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/213997/ Out of Eden and intoHellA land full of constantChaosUndermining selfAfflictionIdeas from the hellishInsaneSo casts the shadow ofDeceptionTo see the falseDepictionOf a life perfectlyHappy  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/213993/ What happens when I am running on little to no sleep and everything seems entertaining http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/212168/  Slow breathing to the beat of the machineThe blinking light on and off to my pulseThe drone of the TV in the far off distanceSqueak of ugly white shoes against white tileWhisper of that nurse what’s her nameReflection of her sorrowful shake of headBlink of dilated blood sho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210747/  Fair is the rose in the clutch of sorrowHow soft the petals slowly float downSitting upon the ashen skin of a beautyImmersed in the soft silver light’s glow A prick from the thorny stem does not harm herThe winter wind biting at her skin has no effectThe summer heat .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210674/  Every word spoken in jestEvery tear in wish for a restEvery word you say I must confessOnly pushes me further toward the edge Why can’t you just seeHow much you are killing meThat every time you laugh at my expenseOnly pushes me further toward the edge In .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210670/ Yeah I think this is a pretty crappy poem .... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210666/ Vox-- Latin word for Angel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210660/ Another pathetic attempt to capture with words the night I lost my love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210655/  Firelight, FirelightSee the flame, see the showWatch the shadows dance in the glow Dance, DanceHear the drums, feel the beatLet the dust kick up as you move your feet Chant, ChantSee them sway, see them ponder Join in with their call let your mind wander .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210645/  Hear the beat of the partyStop listening to the restLet the world be the worldLets be us lets us be weDance and sway with meStop listening to moral reasoningCome to the dark sideCome into my sightsDance baby as it will all be goneHear the musicIt speaks to youTo usTo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210576/ overcoming hardships http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210455/ I guess this poem is really a tribute to the night I lost the love of my life......I knew he was going to die as I held him in my arms on Febuary 11th 2007 but I didn't want to believe it I just remember clearly screaming to him to stay with me and when h http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Briarbella/210350/