My mind wants to
force my pain through
my writes, this my
heart and soul strongly fights.
When I pick up the pen,
the pandora box wants to begin.
I'm against letting inner pain,
storm out the inner rain.

My conscious mind
lives to reprogram,
my subconsious mind
thrives to write spam.
The spam of my miseries,
playing out in full series.
I must be very careful,
or words will slip out
by the batch full.

When I write,
I love to write fantasy,
the way I want to truly see.
I love to write positively.
Not what my inner
soul suffers of,
I love to write myself above,
rid my mind of the grudge,
write away my inner sludge.

If I'm in a sunset,
I love to write out a sunrise,
create fantasy before my eyes.
Utopia of thought,
even when it is naught.

Re-programming,
not spamming.

Cheers.

G