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Time by maplekokob, literature
Literature
Time
Watches and sunsets,
and rooster crows,
I'll store them away,
So I'll never know,
The meaning of lateness,
The turn of the tide,
The melting of seconds,
With death at my side,
How the clock strikes midnight,
And the fairy tale ends,
Why good times fly,
Before reality sets in,
So I'll hide time up high,
In my cupboard of fears,
Next to risks and chance,
And uncomely years,
As years pass me by,
While I'm unaware,
Maybe I'll forget,
My gift up there
My Literacy by maplekokob, literature
Literature
My Literacy
Every school has its alleged bookworm, and I was definitely dubbed as such starting at a very young age. If you can imagine the scrawny kid in the hallway trying (and failing) to master the art of walking and reading at the same time, with the oversized glasses, than you have a good idea of what I was like. Except I wasn’t fortunate enough to get glasses until 5th grade, so I had the joy of being extra strange by carrying around a magnifying glass with me. To be blunt, I was a very odd child. I was quiet and timid. While I didn’t want to volunteer myself for anything, I was always secretly crossing my fingers, hoping the teache
Pack Rat by maplekokob, literature
Literature
Pack Rat
Have you ever walked into a house with seemingly useless, excessive amounts of stuff almost pouring out of the windows? For a second you might miscalculate their accumulation of "things" as a sign of considerable wealth-like the obnoxious child of a movie star who already has more cars to his name than years. At a second glance, however, you realize none of this overflow of items is really "worth" anything...except to the one person who thinks it is worth everything...
This is how I feel about my time spent with you. I am an emotional pack-ratter, drowning in a million memories of us. IN the files and folders of my memory, one will find
A Month by maplekokob, literature
Literature
A Month
Here I am,
Waiting,
Thinking,
Remembering the past 24 hours,
As the sun dipped and rose,
And now sinks again,
Allowing unprecedented moments,
Of ecstasy,
Love,
And passion,
To claim a part of my heart,
My memory,
And my soul,
Timeless moments of joy,
Blanketed with affection,
A now,
Interrupted,
With waiting,
Thinking,
Remembering every kiss,
A sweet attempt of togetherness,
Hoping our current closeness,
Will carry me through the months,
Of waiting,
And thinking of you...
Craze by maplekokob, literature
Literature
Craze
When space is defaced,
In the art of the chase,
And all lines are erased,
So as to ace the case,
This vase we raise,
Throughout the maze,
To shift the gaze,
From this pointless phase,
But in the case,
That this quickened pace,
Has laced the base,
With fears untraced,
We should taste the blaze,
Of the invisible race,
That's been misplaced,
In this state of craze.
Signs that Speak by maplekokob, literature
Literature
Signs that Speak
On a pleasant, sunny Sunday afternoon, following days of chill rains, there was a small lady, dragging a large sign made of white poster board. She was about thirty years old, with dark brunette hair and blue eyes that darted nervously back and forth. She had a timid face speckled with freckles and carried the massive poster glued to a flimsy piece of wood. The sign spelled out “PEACE NOT WAR” with big, bold, black letters. It was more like a wall to hide behind seeing as it was over half her size. Nevertheless, she looked absolutely ridiculous. This story, however, is about the sign, which has a whole lot more to tell than a
