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Book / Poetry

June 27, 2013

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Comments: 1

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3 Chapter Novel About Young Women Who Has To Much To Deal With, And Has Pistanthrophobia(Fear Of Trusting Someone ). Read More

Poem / Other

December 14, 2012

Reads: 164

Shelves: 1

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A boy who didn't receive information. Read More

Reads: 210

Shelves: 1

The Booksie Classic House

One early morning, a mom woke up her young daughter to be with her in the market to sell fishes. The daughter without any hesitation rose-up and got the pail and basket needed. This little girl has an illness in her infant age. Breathing less when over-worked and fatigue. But,… Read More

Poem / Poetry

November 27, 2011

Reads: 81

Shelves: 1

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SITTING BY THE WINDOW LOOKING OUT AND ALL I CAN SEE IS THE REFLECTION OF YOU. WONDERING IF YOU ARE KEEPING AN EYE ON ME, BUT WHAT CAN I SAY OR WHAT CAN I DO WITH MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU, I SURELY JUST WANT TO DIE. Read More

Reads: 211

Comments: 3

Shelves: 1

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Set in a post apocalyptic world, where the remaining survivors have rebuilt their cities. These rebuilt cities are called "Saints." However there is nothing holy about these places. They are few and far between, and are ravished by war, poverty, and crime. There is no government, no law, no order.… Read More
I am willingly making myself sick. Whatever means I take will surely justify the end- wont they? Read More

Poem / Poetry

September 02, 2009

Reads: 123

Shelves: 1

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I love optimism, As it gives enthusiasm,It makes peace blossom, Benefits are handsome. Read More

Reads: 395

Comments: 3

Shelves: 1

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Standing in line, for hours it seems, I anticipate my turn, to tell him my dreams. Read More

Reads: 502

Comments: 4

Shelves: 1

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I'm up on deck, and the batter is ready to swing, and all of a sudden, whooom out of nowhere a loud noise echoed in the air, gaseous emanations drifting Read More
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