I like to throw lightning bolts,
Way up into the sky when no one sees.
Releasing every ounce of plight,
Into a perfect balance.
If you want to know this magic,
You can come with me,
We'll throw thunder through the trees.

My  led
sprained
suddenly.



Doctor  came
but  could  not
cure  that.



My  eyes  became
sprained  by
my  hand

while   reading   the
  blogs  on  computer.


My stomach  became
sprained  by
hungriness  after
releasing  from
jail.

A summer solace wind storm,
Blowing against my face, ripping against my clothes,
Out here, on the edge, thinking of you,
Imagining your face, in this abyss trying to swallow me.

It creeps against me, holding me to the ground,
I didn't want to move anyway.
But the shards of rain and ice pelting my skin,
Causes pain, causes me to tear up.

I hold your memories in my arms,
I hold your gentleness in my breath,
One last time, I hold you close to me,
Then I let you go.