http://slow.writerscafe.org/bellaberry The original writings of author bellaberry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776115485 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When skies are grayhis eyes shinewhen my soul is in despairhe lifts my spirit highwhen the wind biteshe breaks the rushwhen i crumble in anguishhis laughter makes all things newwhen there's nothing to hearhis voice tells me promisewhen he's here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1988058/  Out of all my mistakes-you were the worstfor every hit I tookI knew you were coldThose eyesonce were a beautybut now i see the deadly fireI've made millions of faultsbut a rose will eventually wiltsomedayi will strike backill show you i'm getting strongerthat i'm equal if not be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1766794/ so your reading a poemwell i`m writing a poemwanna know something funnyi wrote the poem your readingthere is no rhyme or rhythmthat's not what makes a poem you might sayi`m just jotting words on paperno i`m telling a storya story of paper, pen, and bodyon a bus heading home my handwriting .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1766728/ im going to set a timer and write for three minutes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1763704/ a treeall alonesurrounded by prairiea field of dry grassthe heat of sun great turning the sandy soil into glassa fire startsthe tree cannot fleeits roots bound into earthfire cackles at the trees fearthen as mother nature favorsit began to rainrained to heavilythe fire cackles no morea tree&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1763700/ i wished upon a single stara wish to make me feel wantedthen you came along and i felt hauntedyou stuck close as if you were my ghostbut eventually i fell i fell for my ghosthe's as warm as i am coldmaybe i`m the ghostlost in a world of love and hatebut now i`m happyin a wicked twist of fatenow that.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1763699/ My IsabelSo fairHair so dark-Reminds me of midnightMidnight giggles of hushed callsPerfect by far is sheBut she looksGazes in the mirror She looks a her dark eyesShe sighsThinks she's worthlessOne day-I will make her seeShe's a beautyand proudshe should be http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1763696/ How come the light is so hard to find?I feel like the world is a coal mineOne spark it takesTo all go down in flamesThere’s a lantern here and thereBut alas they are very rareYour eyes get used to the darkThe light is blindBut there is a beauty about itOne that is hard to fin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bellaberry/1762842/