http://slow.writerscafe.org/BellaStella412 The original writings of author BellaStella en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776281209 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Cursed by the sun,vampires walk during nightfallemotions heightenedevery impulseon overdrive.What a wonder,to be able to turn off the humanityto not feel a thing, to turn it all offnot feel any guilt what so ever.Travel the world in a blink of an eye,be able to compel anyone to do anything you want... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/1117898/ I long for a life I have control ofI want a space of my own, decoratedwith pictures that hold nice memories,soft pillows and scented candlesI want shelves filled with booksof adventure and poetryI want to wake up every morning,excited for what is to comeI want to look up at the skyand feel the sun w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/1117892/ I find beauty not in your lips,but in the soothing words that separate themyour eyes aren't stunningbecause they are blue,but because they found mewhen I had tried to stay hiddenand you don't even have a cluehow special you really areyou are as sweet as sugar,as outspoken as that soundsyou are real,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/1117887/ Sometimes,we are leavesdangling in the windnot much, but just enoughto keep hanging onSometimes,we are branchestangled and dartingwe're something more,but not quite sureof what that is yetAnd sometimes,we're the trunkkeeping everythingtogether; we are the base,the steady, the strongmost of the timew.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/1117886/ I want to know you at 3 amor on a Wednesday afternoonto know your dreams, to be your thoughtsand explore the other sideof your crescent moonmaybe I just like the mystery of you,but I'm hoping you likethe mystery of me, too. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/1117885/ I found myself somewhere else. somewhere different, somewhere new. I gazed into the distance, and suddenly I saw my dreams. My dreams were right there in front of me, ready for the taking. I reached my hand out, to snatch them out of the distant air, to make them my personal possessions. I contempla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/859460/ Dream of darkness.My blood child, child of night.Who walks through the black mist heedless of fear or fright.Dream deep while the life lingers even immortality can slip through.Skin icy and cold.Never to grow old.Dream of darkness.Hide, dawn is almost here.Hush my child don't cry your blood tears.Ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/859459/ Life is a white wall, a clean slate.Left desolate to be painted by someone special.When you first meet someone a drop of paint is splashed upon the plain white wall, a dot of meaningful color.As this person becomes more apart of your life, more dots of color are shown on the white wall, reflecting a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/BellaStella412/859458/