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!

  • Between Days

    Between Days

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells I met you in the night When neon lights lit up the green in your eyes. I might have known…

  • Still Life

    Still Life

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Be still To weild the day And to forget the ticks of time. Drive just to drive, Does it matter…

  • Doom of The Ape

    Doom of The Ape

    by Isabelle Sorrells A hairy beast sat upon a branch overlooking the roads of a foreign land, the crisp night air wisping through his fur…

  • Falling Asleep

    Falling Asleep

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Gravity in mind and body take over, Pulling me deeper into the ground and the night. This is a place…

  • Eternal Flame

    Eternal Flame

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells This fire inside It will not just burn, But with it You will penetrate the night And soar To bring…

  • How Long?

    How Long?

    A poem by Isabelle Sorrells Reach for the flowers For who knows how long they will bloom? Climb the arms of the great oak, How…

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 On the surface it may be a barren waste land, A decimation of what once was. But if one dares,…

  • A poem by Isabelle Sorrells As surely as does the beginning await an end Do the sands billow and rest Where once was green and…

  • Poem by Isabelle Sorrells He might forget the sound of his own laugh But he would never forget hers.