Abandon(ed) Hope [kobe x kwabena]

Shittiest two weeks ever hahaha.

Barely any sleep, no team effort, no team, no love at all. Cloudy minds and empty hearts. The anger isn’t red anymore but it’s a dull bleeding black, slowly ebbing and pulsing inside. Occasionally it hits a sea of emotion and coalesces into a dense regret and realization that my moment is over and that nothing gold can stay. Live fast, die young. One of us lied but it wasn’t either of us and no words were said. “Use your words”, they said.

Was it nice putting your arms around her? Look me in the eyes man, tell me the truth - we’re brothers, aren’t we? Shall I tell you how she feels about you, how you could be something more? Shall I tell you how I’ve never been her heatseeker? Do you know what it’s like to get hope at the bottom of a hellish pit when no man knows what to make of you? Could you walk two worlds, never black, never white, but always the illegitimate love child of A Mad King’s mind? Could you walk alone?

For me, there is no choice.

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  • On the rat race [The Beginning]kobesofficial

kobesofficial:

I tried my hand out at spoken word for the very first time.  I usually do things like this in my head, but this was the first time I’ve ever said them out loud.  I apologize for the almost erratic and at times ilogical flow; my mind creates connections in weird ways.

Is this even spoken word?  Should I throw music in the background?  Thoughts?

I uploaded this late last night but if you didn’t see it, BOOM CHECK IT.  I tried spoken word out!  Let my voice carry you away…

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  • On the rat race [The Beginning]kobesofficial

I tried my hand out at spoken word for the very first time.  I usually do things like this in my head, but this was the first time I’ve ever said them out loud.  I apologize for the almost erratic and at times ilogical flow; my mind creates connections in weird ways.

Is this even spoken word?  Should I throw music in the background?  Thoughts?

Sick of the tension

I have nothing left to offer but my blood drenched words and I’m eating them for nourishment because this is the end and this is antiquity. This is the Garden, this is my Gethsemane. I’m covered in bruises and lacerations of guilt but I have no hope to finish off these memories of filth.

On My Edjumacation and Rethinking My Life [A LONG READ. REALLY LONG]

As a kid, I loved playing with LEGO.  And why not? It was fun and exciting to realize that within a set of 100 blocks (but really the more the merrier), I could switch them around and manipulate them into whatever way I wanted to.  It was cool.  It was also my first experience with creativity as a kid.  My parents let me draw and things like that, but art was something I was terrible at.  Seriously; stick figures were unintelligible in my 5 year old hands.  But Lego, K’nex, Mega Blocks: it was good to me.  I could lose myself in my room for hours on end when I wasn’t with family or running around outside, just building and building and building.

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