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Trampled Over

By Nikki Xayachack  (booksie.com)

Sometimes in life people feel trampled over. Feels like people are throwing you around like a beanbag chair. It hurts like hell but we havebto get through it. We have to fight it. We have to know that we are not alone. We need somebody to help us get through. For there is ine special person that...

Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2015 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Trampled,Over,Emotional,Life,Experience,Poem,Poetry,Conquer,Perserverance


The Withering Rose

By Maximum Kay  (booksie.com)

Just the feelings we go through some time

Poetry | Updated Feb 4, 2012 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
Tags: Rose,Withering,Trampled,Red,Black,Evil,Darkness

A Bloody Life

By Staplink  (booksie.com)

I'm talking about a hard life

Poetry | Updated Oct 12, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: A,Bloody,Thumb. Oh,How,Dumb. A,Puffy,Blister. How,Did,That,Fester? Been,Hanging,Out,With,Grief. Pain,Grinds,The,Teeth. Peace,Taken,Away,Like

The First Two Murders Of A President Part 5

By Jonpelletier  (booksie.com)

The 5th part of the history of Richard Channing

Book | Updated Aug 28, 2011 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Part,Twenty,One: He,Was,On,His,Way,Home,Through,A,Landscape,He,Knew,Well.,Rows,Of,Mansions,And,Winding,Boulevards


Donkey And Elephant Show

By Juggernaut  (booksie.com)

“Me, a donkey the symbol for a major political party?” “I am not even native to this land,” “It is like a foreign born becoming the President of this country,” pondered Jack, a donkey on the main land. “Well, donkey, in the land of immigrants,...

Short Story | Updated Sep 30, 2010 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Tags: Donkey,Elephant,Symbol,Democratic,Party,Republican,President,Immigrants,Asia,Africa,American,Politics,Mascot,Guddha,Christopher,Columbus,Spain,France,Mule


Abby's Regret

By Hzbanana  (booksie.com)

It's been seven years, seven long years of misery and regret buirred deep down inside for Abby, now she returns to the old abandoned horse arena where she used to ride, and people tell her that they hear strange whispers and cries echoing throughout the arena, but of course, there is no one...

Short Story | Updated Nov 16, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Tags: Sad,Arena,Horses,Abby,Natalie,Trampled

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