Kwabena Antwi Jun 21
i do not fear that which moves in the shadows at night
nor that which crawls or slithers through corners and crevices
i do not fear that which has sharp teeth
or claws like a tyrannosaur rex
i do not fear taxes or inflation or economic depression
or things that go BOOM

my only fear is to wake up in a world where everybody
loves the same color
prefers the same wine
believes in the same gods
talks about the same issues
and live the same lives

to wake up in such a world, would be the end of my world
Kwabena Antwi Jun 21
conFusion

emotions RUN rampant

inDeCision

like the path of moonSoon windS

screams, Yells and cries

Music in discoRd

fear aLL around

elepHants traMple on grasses

grasses, NOWHERE to hide

young plead with old

OLD PLEAD WITH DEATH
When mum and dad fight.
Kwabena Antwi Jun 20
For seven odd seasons I felt you rock your self to sleep.

Seventy miles or seven inches, your heart beat synced with mine and I could feel you as you did me.

An empty life till I was seventeen, it took seven tries, seven trials, seven lonely walks down seven flights to break the curse of sevens.

Seven scares, seventy seven days and seven hours left the magic dead, buried seven feet deep, my heart torn into seven million pieces.

I dream of seventy. The seven thousand hours it will take to piece this heart together, to get it to beat once again.

I dream of seventy. My heart, old, patched, will beat once more. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeeeep!
Kwabena Antwi Jun 20
Down this rabbit hole again
Emotional roller coaster ride of pain

Heart dancing to the beat that chaos sings
Feet lost in place, two dead twins

Down this rabbit hole I go
Dry tears down my cheeks flow

Turn the corner one last time again
This never ending ride of pain
Waking up to a heavy chest
My body begging me to sleep again
And my anxiety begins the second I realize I'm alive
I'm trying to learn to function
With all of this negative energy inside me
I know it'll pass and
I know it'll get better
But right now it hurts
I feel unloved
Unloveable
I feel lost inside myself
A place I can't stay too long
Before I lose my mind
I can tell myself I'm worth it and
That my worth isn't defined by others
And it works for a bit
Until something else comes up and
My heart loses its energy
And I either feel like giving up
Or ready to fight everyone
7 years is a long time
like the oceans against the rough rocks at the shoreline
you have come and gone
over and over again
gently stroking my person till I have become perfect
a smooth pebble

7 years is a long time
within this time I have felt my heart beat faster than the 19 odd years before we met
I have cried more
I have laughed more
I have had more sleepless nights
I have sighed more
I have been more miserable and more happy than the 19 or so years before we met

7 years is a long time
starting with that innocent kiss
that afternoon just before my first math test
i was sure it wasn't innocent
then the more passionate kisses followed confirming my earlier assumption
i miss the times when all i did was sit, and all you did was kiss me so awkwardly

7 years is a long time
we've shared more kisses
innocent no more
we've shared parts of us we have have been told were private
we shared our bodies, mind and soul till we did not know when i begun and we ended
the dysfunctional couple became this-functional couple

7 years is a long time
I've seen you naked, raw and exposed
you've seen me worse
I've hurt you bad
you've hurt me worse
the only thing we've done equal is love each other
every night apart hurts and every night together hurts sweetly more

i put my head under your breast and listen to your life beat

i realize 7 years is a long time
but in your arms, eternity is shorter
Looking in the mirror I see a man look back.

I know very little about where he has been or where he will end up.
I only wish to be a part of the journey he is on.

I see the face looking back at me, staring deep into my eyes and deep into my soul.

I felt his sadness as he did mine.
A tear crept down my cheeks as it did his.

In that we are the same; filled with deep rooted sadness about our inadequacies, weighted down by our rudimentary understanding of this universe.

The man in the mirror looks away in disappointment.
I could not bare his sight too.
I know he is as disappointed in me as I in him and he in himself.

For what made me an average man, if not the man in the mirror.
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