Words Worth While

An archive of my works and writings

Words Worth settling into

Brew some tea and settle in to my personal library! From photography for the beholder, essays for the cerebral, poems for the dramatist, and stories for the average Walter Mitty. If you are any of these or something in between, this is the place for you!

  • Starless

    Starless

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I am surrounded by the dark. The stars have gone from the sky and there aren’t anymore in the ground…

  • Mirror World

    Mirror World

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I look at my likeness And wonder what its like on the other side. What does that version of me…

  • Enough

    Enough

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Sometimes I find myself Forgetting I am not alone. And I have control over the lies In my head With…

  • Different

    Different

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Different is hard. Very hard. And its, Well, Different. But you know what? Its better than being the same as…

  • Hemingway and Advice

    Hemingway and Advice

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I have heard and read, What I believe to be a lie. “Show, don’t tell.” A piece of advice given…

  • Infinite

    Infinite

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells We can be infinite. But we don’t have to be infinite forever in time, Just for forever now.

About Me

Howdy! My name is Isabelle Sorrells. I started this little library in 2021 to share my creations with the world. I may have created these things because I enjoy them, but they last so much longer and matter just a little bit more if others can enjoy them too.

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  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I prefer the sun Over the moon, Because the sun fills me with a toxic warmth That toasts my insides…