This might sound rash, its not easy to hash, but dolphins like classical, and sharks like Jazz.

When you called me crazy in high school, It struck cruel, and made me feel like a fool for even loving you.

For words aren't just themselves so when she said I was handsome, I thought it was another spell Lies disguised to harm me and then some

I've since learnt that what others tell us, is a reflecton of theirselves, and the only utterance worthy for indulgence, is what we tell ourselves

For words aren't just themselves, but magical in nature so the next time you label someone, be careful.

My moods are swift Like cops' guns who mistake us for thieves or common thugs

My stories are in papers a man gone mad too crazy to blow his trumpet or to carry his ancestors clads

Judge if you may but I didn't choose to be bipolar tho, its one twitch of a finger then suddenly...it's all over

It was november when It happened. A flash of light from my ceiling and then a strange sensation. When if was over I was gifted an ability; One that I can only explain as orbs of light shining to represent another's intention. Strange, yet so appealing.

After the incident I went in my mothers room banging at her door saying " please, open up weird things are happenings" as she unlocked an emerald orb of light appeared where her heart is. It stood hollow inside her. I asked her " are you seeing this? this light?", she said " what light johnny, are you ok? why are you up so late"

the lights changed to a purplish color, and I immediately remember my art teacher stating that this is the color of affection.