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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Isabo, no one understands. Except maybe herself.

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Something wrong with me

Submitted: February 25, 2017

Isabo tells us about herself. (Please don't judge the way I formatted this, it's supposed to be if Isabo was writing it herself.) Read Chapter


Submitted: February 25, 2017

A+ People will say that they don't want to watch. Hatred is not just.  The water calls us all  No just I ... Read Chapter


Submitted: February 25, 2017

Elements Water,   Air,  fire,  Earth  Rivers flow into lakes.  Lakes drain into oceans. Oceans are m... Read Chapter

Not Needed

Submitted: February 25, 2017

Right now you tell me That the land is not needed. But without the land, where would we stand?  You tell me midnight... Read Chapter


Submitted: February 25, 2017

life no body understands. Happiness every one wants.  Oxygen everyone needs but no one ever notices Poetry signs Mis... Read Chapter

A letter from the Difference Society

Submitted: March 02, 2017

This is one of the few chapters not written by Isabo herself. Read Chapter

More Letters from the Difference Society

Submitted: March 02, 2017

This chapter is a chapter of letters from the kids of the "Unquivering" project Read Chapter

Like me

Submitted: March 02, 2017

today I went to a place I didn't know. I saw kids,  like me  though they had no Idea. quivering not being able ... Read Chapter

Bird Whistle

Submitted: March 14, 2017

The yoke is no match for the OxEn The mind couldn't lead without the heart.  The rider cannot win without the horse. ... Read Chapter

Red Water

Submitted: March 19, 2017

If you were to stick a white Rose into a vase with red water, It would become red. ... Read Chapter

Does not MAke Sense

Submitted: June 17, 2017

May I aSk the world a Question? I do not need permission Does anything make sense to you, dear friend? Why does the earth spi... Read Chapter

Crying Oceans

Submitted: June 20, 2017

When you cry, It does not mean you are any weaker than before. it just means You've filled another ocean ... Read Chapter


Submitted: July 23, 2017

The flames of Ember, Danced before my eyes,  telling me things, like what to do and not. All I saw was reds and blues, m... Read Chapter