Damned Decisions (PiP Poetry in Progress)

She sat there in front of art and architecture.
Places where royalty have roamed.
Reaching places may have only dreamed of.
But the dream isn't fulfilled.
There are still some pieces missing
The amusing part of the mystery
Is that which pieces need placing are unknown.
So play with endless ideas/scenarios
To make this amazing work in progress feel complete,
Instead of at times obsolete.
Hit the concrete running
Instead of running into a wall
Or running away
But where to stay is part of the problem
Comfortable with one idea
But constrained by its limits.
Endless things to check off a list
Wishing physics could fix the issue
It's not you it's me
Lonley, among other things
Until further notice.

Confessions of a Fat Girl

It's kind of difficult for me to come out with this.
Actually, I'm really embarrassed.
You see the thing is...
I'm in an abusive relationship.
There.
I said it.
This has been going on for quite some time
And just when I thought I'd escaped,
The fight began again.
The pounds to my body don't come with bruises to my skin,
But only to my pride.
When my eyes in a mirror
Gaze upon the size of this wide load
Woes and unknowing foes
Explode from uncertainty
Insecurity, Animosity, Absurdity
That comes from this mess
Stress from the cycle
And I don't mean your washer and dryer.
I mean Dryers and Ho-Hos
And oh nos that come from the end of a bag of Doritos
To go with burritos
And washed down with juice
Covered in all the loose clothing
To cover all the loathing of the image
And just a smidge more effort
Wouldn't hurt the cause
But temptation and socialization
Excuses and denial
All while the battle
Over feeling like cattle
Turns into a civil war
Which I can't ignore anymore.
Because I want more,
More self worth,
Less hurt,
Less jerks,
More time on Earth.
Perk up.
Today is day 1.

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A Religious Observation

How can we be building churches,
But closing hospitals?
How can you plate anything in gold,
While your people are out in the cold
Hungry and dirty
Pleading for pity?
As spectators ignore them
And go to their sanctuary
And step onto their holy pedestal
In a building that makes you feel like you're in the clouds.
Something they refuse to say aloud
Is that not all are allowed
So they stick to their crowd
And are proud of their faith
But they cannot face
The place that is plagued with poverty, violence, racism, and the like.
In spite of following one creator
The people have made it into a separator
Garnish your house of God
As the world is spinning out of control on the outside.

Covered Girl (PiP- Poem in Progress)

Sitting in front of the mirror
Natural
Adding layers
Covering simplicity with blush and hairspray
Preparing for the outside world
But CoverGirl isn't the right foundation for life
A powdered face isn't the shield
Line your lips with words that are true
Take the shadow off your eyes and see the small wonders of the world
Let them love you for you
Not a skewed view
From people who have no clue
Who you are
And your potential
Is exponential
And essential to something better.
First conquer you,
Next, the world.

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