A Visit From Lu

A Visit From Lu Parts 1-7! An ongoing, experimental fantasy poetry series / end of the world love saga

My Son Part 3: Half of Her Life

The third and final part of my epic tragedy.

My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow

WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.

My Son Part 1: The Promise

WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.

Blooms of Forever

Another non-rhyme, feeling inspired. Happy Friday / Chinese New Year


The longing now just feels like a sickness

Between The Lines

These non-rhymes I do are a rare event. Hope you like! 🙂


Once I had a dream of us…


It is a light, warm rain, so it doesn’t matter
And the moon tonight is full as are your lips
And your eyes are staring at me like I’m her
A feeling that I’ve never had occur

And the only sounds we hear are mostly beats
And it’s getting louder every time we breathe
There’s some danky music far away in the streets
And the rain is louder falling at our feet

The trees are gently sighing with the wind
I whispered in your ear don’t let it end
But I knew that you would ask so I said it again
And as I was repeating you made a grin

I gently started shaking in the rain
It’s like you just released me from my chain
Or maybe just release from all the pain
And tears were the main attraction at this stage

Your fingertips remind me I’m okay

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Call To Sorrow

I hate him. I hate me. The end.


He loves me not


I'm angry, I'm furious, I'm full of rage


People change but nothing changes

What You Can Expect as a Patron

Dear Patrons And Future Patrons



His failures are beautiful strokes of lightning
The waterfall running
A beautiful warning
A star still forming
A winter mourning

He falls like icebergs crumbling in the sea
A white snowfall covering the trees
The wind in the evening as you finally feel the breeze
A moment of reckoning that brings you to your knees

© Delia Ross. 2020

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He falls like icebergs crumbling in the sea

Ink and Tears

A freestyle poem of unrequited magnitude

Rose 🌹

She's beauty and danger (a micropoem)

Paper Cuts

Wake me when you're ready

The Garden of Us

A rhyme or cadence (updated with original digiart)


That boy make me burnnnnnnn for him *sigh* (Micropoem + photos)


Information about my Patreon and love to my Patrons!


A poem and rant about sexual harassment

Body Paint

His words cover me like body paint


To whom does his words belong


He gives her everything and she gives him unfaithfulness

Angels Among Us

Micropoem + angelic digiart

World of Darkness

An uplifting micropoem



Like a Big Bang

Like the big bang

I See

Cuz he is a multiverse

The Reason

Some things are worth fighting for

Real Life War Stories on Tuners Radio

3 parts up


I just want him to know I'm drowning


The value of nobody

God’s Painting You

God's drawing a painting and it's you before my eyes

What It Takes

She's part lightning and part thunder


I can't stand her. Micropoem + vampire cosplay

Mixed Up

He need to just fuck me and get it over with...

The Color Of Sad

Her lips are the color of sad

Dust and Worry


I wonder under all the dust and worry
Does he ever wish he took a different journey
Will he change the ink and start a different story
Can he clear his vision where it has been blurry

Where the wall is high and the gate is locked
Where her head appears where a door is blocked
Where she keeps her eye on the prey she marked
Where the middle is the plan she plot

And I a whisper or a thought
Or just a dream he never caught
Or a reason he never saught
Or the love for which he should have fought

It matters not if I am up or down
Or if I am sideways or standing
My love for him is never-ending
And should be worn like a crown

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Christmas Mourning

Christmas mourning freestyle rhyme

Web of Shadows

Aging like oak and bitter like stout

Top 9 Post of 2019 on Instagram!

My top 9 post of 2019 as loved by you are now on my Instagram! Thanks for the love!

His Laughter

His laughter is spectacular...


The cold comfort of nothingness


When everything hurts...

He Never Cared

Please stop the pain


I identify as dead

Love & Thanks

Love and thanks


Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them


Addicted to love

Emotional Blackmail

What if I told you her methods are emotional blackmail.


Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me

300 Days

Sailing through heartache

The Shape of You

A loving micropoem.

35K Oh My!

Gratitude + snaps =)

River of Blood

Regrets are heavy

The Way Forward

The way forward is forgiveness not revenge


Place a temple where the love is waning

One Hundred Million Miles

He's out of this world... micropoem + digiart




After midnight freestyle


Letting this love sink with the lies

Regarding Love

Let's be real, you don't know love in any manner, you don't even love yourself.


I don't understand any of it


Love never dies...

Fool’s Gold

Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...


Pain times infinity

Black Tongue

"Sometimes a cigar is a cigar" and a liar is a liar. Narcissism 101


It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth... being bad comes easy...

Heartbreak Hotel

He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.

I Still Remember

Words are forever and so is love




I got out of my coffin, kinda...

Ought To Know

All a man has is his word but he doesn't even have that...



WOW, look at the monster you have become
Growing bigger but rarely numb
The hate warms me so I succumb
I grant it entry, and let it come

© Delia Ross. 2019

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If only love were blind....



Seeds of Descent

Bleeding in rhyme and real time


Y'all remember that scene in Dracula where Mina was begging for forgiveness for loving a monster? Yeps me...



She waits by her solace
Weightless is a promise
Desires hot as August
One soul he’ll never notice

Patience wears like tattered dresses
Diving head first into second guesses
Hope is the response of any message
Long is delay when searching for senses

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Song 999

Obsession yo, on all fronts

Narcissism warning

Tools the narcissist will use

Calling Wisdom

I’m calling wisdom too (and you can listen to me read it here: https://tuners.io/tracks/13582)

One of These Years...

Calling wisdom…
to see through all the horse shit
of your flimsy words
those jelly-limbed actions
flailing so selfishly and blindly
out in front of me
I’m calling wisdom…

Calling wisdom…
to untangle all the wires
of your dangling contradictions
Cut through the paper masks
of all your posturing
that you’re completely lost in
I’m calling wisdom…

Calling wisdom
to cast a dim light on your thinking
what train of thought
you caught to get to here
these decided sidings
of this line’s end
I’m calling wisdom

Calling wisdom…
to map a human sense of things
the fucked foundation you’ve been building on
is cratered and crumbling in upon us
and burning bricks and buried bones
are all that I can know now
I’m calling wisdom…

Calling wisdom…
to put in place a forest of words between us
brush blooming plants to hide the muddy path
that we spun down…

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He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart

Red Wine And Regrets

Thanksgiving slightly drunken freestyle


Titles are deceiving

Red Flags

They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit...


She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...

Our Life Is An Epic Poem

Our life is an epic poem...

Love You Forever

He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*


All I want to say is narcissists don't care about you...

Narcissism 2.0

Don't believe a word they say....


I am not for sale


It's cold without his love

Dumb to Dumber

There's nothing left to feed on