http://slow.writerscafe.org/isabellabendett The original writings of author Isabella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775493240 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I know I'm alone,I'm alone 'cause I'm waiting."Waiting for what?" I couldn't say,Maybe for someone who's here to stay.I know that I am sad,I am sad 'cause I'm alone."Alone for what?" I couldn't say, Maybe because I don't live for today.I know that I'm dying,I'm dying for someone."Someone like w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1312872/ What delicate andtender rose you've become.So beautiful andfragrant, Lovely and kind.But thorns do ensnareand hide your color,Only to be seen.Never to be touched. You captivate otherswith your unique splendor, Enticing as you are, you are feared and hated... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1302383/ A hood that hides craze and sleevesthat hide blood,Eyes that are the key to the secretsheld inside.We are the hidden shadows, clear, butoverseen With quaking hands we sever our minds fromreality. With blood we cleanse fear thatresides in our own skinWith tears we stand and stare,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1299979/ Ifyou let me cry, I'll pay you for the water.Ifyou let me vent, I'll pay you for your time.But let me die, will I pay you with my life?Or emptiness and loss that we cannot define. Willyou take the killer that I hold in my hand,Orplunge it into skin that barle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1283876/ I know of harm and sorrow, and crystal tearsthat fall.I've felt the pain and loss, and the emptinessthat follows.You say you know the feeling? Well I guaranteeyou don’t,For you were born with smiles, and I was bornwith hurt. I've lived with bitter fears, anxiet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1267040/ Do you know this feeling? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1252487/ Light cascading downfrom the dark night sky, The ring of softsilver bells.Rain in the meadow, andgrass freshly cut,The dark collidingwith day.The sweet caress ofSunlight's rays,Lilies blooming'round the stone.The laughter of soulsI can no longer see,The tear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1250341/ Take a journey and find who you are. Never be afraid of who you are, or what you can become. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1249939/ Isee you through my broken window,Ifeel the cold latch to my arms.Absorbedfear and lingered sorrow, Itconsumes me like a fire. FasterI fall into the dusk, Andcloser my mind takes a turn. Falseeyes, and phantom voices, Tellme, are you really there?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1248266/ Can you see me past my stone hard eyes?Or do you just see the anger on top.Can you tell that the wall that I have built high,Is there to protect me from you.Have you realized yet that I have cried?Did you know it was all over you?Do you remember the scars that were on my skin?It was done while think.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1244867/ It is said that people with cold hands are the most joyouspeople to be around, that they have not chill in their hearts because all oftheir sadness is stored in their hands. Their small hands contain so muchsorrow…I envy them. For my hands were never ice. My large hands, overheatedwi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1240119/ When will the moon look down upon me and take me away from the pain that has been slashed into my own being? Eyes stare into me, and beg for my absence. Would you miss me if I turned to ash? Would you cry when you saw my soul leave my glassy eyes? Or would you mock me, even in my afterlife?  Mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/isabellabendett/1240118/