Sometimes I’d just like to get out of my head and get out of my ribbon ribcage and my roadmap wrists.

And I’d like to break the glass of your eyes into the thousand and six pieces of that pickle jar I broke last week in the middle of the street. Your voice sounds the way an old book feels when I first pick it up out of the cardboard box while the sidewalk scolds me for thinking too much. I bet you taste like New Years.

All my favorite people have too much to hold onto.

I will arise and go now, and go to Mount Djouce,
And I will climb and surely fall,
Until I no longer stand so tall.

Alone or with you,
I shall lay there;
On grass as soft as my bed,
To relax and stop the thoughts in my head.

I hope to have some peace there,
Away from everything and everywhere,
As I gaze towards the distant horizon,
The grounds a murky green and the sky is a perfect blue.

Perhaps I will think of you,
As I enjoy this beautiful view,
A blur of green and blue so true.

I will arise and go now,
And I shall exit without a bow.
I feel the cutting breeze go through me,
I hear the birds as they fly freely;
While I sit here in this room,
And silently await chaos to resume.

Washed out skies
I'm high, I'm high
Oh I feel so divine
shinin like copper golden fine
on cloud nine, lets get high
come run away with me
along the euphoric mirror
euphoric mirror
jump in get a taste of sweet
escapism

The semi charcoal in the bowl

lets me flow amongst my ideas

beyond the cosmos

through a jungle of pain

comes a paradise from vein

the bamboo reaching like fingers

what have we done on this planet?

You see me in front of you
Yet, you can tell I’m not there
Please don’t take any offense
Trust, it’s not that I don’t care

It’s just this outside world
Is so much for me to take
And so this inside world
Helps me give my soul a break

It may sound crazy, I know
But I am far from insane
If you want I can show you
The world inside your brain

All it takes is some focus
While accepting the soul
Then you slowly take notice
And live up to your role

One day the world will be on this level
Looks like it can’t be too long
Before we have to rise above the devil
But, until then, I am GONE

D.A. Koroma

My hand, the pen
Cannot conceive
Words that cause
The make believe
To spring to life
And take away
The dark which fights
Like hell to stay
And so my heart
Swells with sores
Poison seeps
Into my pores
I lie down
In my made bed
Distorted dreams
Inside my head

Every day now my mind grows weary,
Shards of broken dreams wound me daily.
Caught in a web of endless expectations,
All I can do is quietly daydream;
Plan every step of my grand escape,
Even if I only do it to get through the day.