Am I?

I am
Being because
Otherwise
Would be awful

I am
Tripped up by all
Stumbling
Over nothing

Miss Maya

Of youthful discoveries
Some never discontinued
Miss Maya matters much more
Than mere words may clarify

Her sweet span spun such beauty

My pronoun is envious
Though she touched beyond surface
And space circumstance crafted

Swallowed

Cutting out pill-shapes to feed paper dolls

There's no lasting placebo

With heart aware of fakery

Tender tenderized things

are often viciously battered

by seemingly soft feathers

perma

physical memory cards degrade.
likewise with this overwritten mind.
though some sweet unique backup resides
in unclouded soul strange to mere life.

fair(ly)

Seemingly rounded corners so sharp
Denied golden halo or fair harp

It appears better to be broken
Than think heart is fairytale token

Frameless

That I should dream, but never fully know
Of fingers which glide upon preferred form,
And appreciate Time's subtle changes
Is serene and woebegone all-at-once.

That locket which resides within true heart
Dwells frameless far better than short seasons
Reality seems likely to impart.

Never Soggy

Some stains sustain so much falsehood
When rain could cleanse everything white

Enough to present more than dingy grey
Enough to provide vivid glimpses of light

Not variations which might block vision
But that better type heart may envision

DayDream

A water-walker

Even absent calm breeze

In fractions of mind reality can't place

Into workable arrangements to suit fantasies

Found believable in brief moments of blissful release