What is the impact of a word…

…falsely chosen?
…falsely spoken?

My smile, my love, my ocean

and the clock ticks

Friends to the hollow

Reality

My reality feels safe.

I think I see,

Turn off the dreams

Please, tell me how to quell the tide of disturbing reverie.

Forever

But a blip in the road of forever, we have only now.

Slang

They speak with vigor,
weaving a tantalizing maze,
running with abandon,
leaving me behind and lost.

When passion dies

We don’t fail when we lose,
..when we fumble,
….when we fall.

Am I an artist?

Am I an artist,
or a peddler of pain,
are the words I write genuine,
or distasteful and rotten?