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Are Men Looking For Love With Prostitutes?
โ Read on www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2012/08/13/relationships-men-fall-in-love-with-prostitutes_n_1772680.html
It’s all been conditioning – these men have been buying sex since children
And now children can see and buy sex toys – toys aren’t behind a black curtain….
The Devil’s society…
Give it time, LGBT will have an orgy in the street.
Porn has ruined man
They fall in love with an idea – and the porn industry repeats the same story throughout years – with all sex workers.
They need the girls in the pictures so much that they use “commoners” as fleshlights
“No one knows why” – ahem bullshite it’s porn
Porn segregates us from unity, imprinting
Well – these boys are exposed to porn at a very young age and it imprints on th๏ฟผem.
And image is important to them – gaslighting – so the Church offers a safe haven for these demons – who want us paying for their housing and meals.
They disassociate when they use porn so it’s like they become a completely different person and that’s why there’s no remorse when they do the shit that they do to you
They have an addiction created by the enemy to break up the traditional family value home – all while the immigrants take throne during “yellow fever”
Suicide is a top leading cause of death worldwide
Porn is the gateway drug to ruin
๏ฟผIt could be easily censored like they do my free-speech
All the little commoners who get on onlyfans, they just use us up like they do in the real world ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ
Most anyway
OnlyFans say most users loose out – it’s only the top folks with value (society is the Titanic)
They steal money from users too
And as much as I love blogging, I don’t want to continue paying the enemy
Pay to play
I’d rather die than give the state another penny
And I can’t even visit Orlando without having to pay four tolls to return and they aren’t cheap anymore ๏ฟผ
It’s the same fucking county, but I have to pay to return to the city I’m registered to live in.
Florida is gone
Overrun with evil and immigration
I mean immigrants get here and naturalize faster than we can even procreate or vote ๏ฟผ
Native Americans were doing just fine here until my bloodline was nearly wiped out by the fucking immigrants that you say bring so much greatness to our country
I fantasize about dying by suicide in terrible and terrifying ways
I know you’re a nihilist and do not care what happens to me…
๏ฟผ”To be seen and not heard” while man destroys everything
But as long as we are making him a meal and doing everything for him
While he jerks off to the pretty women prostitutes
And by telling a man not to fall in love with you, they probably absolutely fucking do fall in love with these prostitutes ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ(not commoners)
Because even the guys without any teeth, think they deserve a ten star ๏ฟผ
And I’ve never been rated a 10 or treated with any value
Lots of marriage proposals though ๏ฟผ๏ฟผ
Fleshlights….
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I struggled with posting this TikTok even though I worked hard on it because it wasnโt perfect but I need to get use to making mistakes in front of people or Iโm never gonna be able to read my poetry live and I have a brain injury and anxiety and all kinds of other fucking things that Iโm pushing through ๐
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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdfgfqDy/
All these centuries it was you I craved
Hiking mountains of longing while your name I praised
All these fallen ruins are bits of you Iโve saved
Every foot in darkness steps for you I braved
Pulling part the ocean thatโs the depths I paved
Fusion in my core for the light thatโs phased
Trust in only love cuz thatโs my heart you grazed
Want to spend eternity with our souls engraved
Originally published on my Patreon campaign. Gonna be making some changes to that tier because I want more of my spoken word to be heard.
I tried new recording techniques by recording 2 separate vocal tracks with this spoken word piece. I wanted it to feel like ‘centuries‘ had passed between the two vocals, so I recorded the poem using both high and low pitch tones (along with the ship creaking as time slowly passes). It was definitely a bit tricky to pull off!
I have a heart of gold and I will always love you. And long for you. My love…
I am an open grave / Or a wound for you to play
Surrounded by howling winds
Heavy rains as regret
Your dreams as my silhouette
Your sins as my sins
Been resting with the lights on
Not getting any sleep though
Living in a hostile zone
Better approach me slow
Your hand may be cold but you woke me from the dead
Your whisper I can’t hear but your words live in my head
Push them away I do
Then seal the door shut with a nail or two
Not made for you
Still they accrue
The no’s, the warnings, it isn’t new
I’m turning blue
The balance is off
The pendulum tipped
We’re slaves to the 1 percent
The only redemption it all will burn
The good, the evil, all is done
Prayer won’t stop things to come
I’m always writing and it’s rather frightening
Lost every single thing we had
From a fire that seem to spread
No point in blaming whose more dead
How can you say those things to me in private
While ignoring me in the public eye
I don’t like it
Your trust is a lie
They don’t understand the sanctity of marriage
How the other person’s soul is a carriage
They only want to cage any heart they manage
They have no remorse for the things that they damage
Finding someone worth loving is a needle in a haystack
Checkmate
Waiting for you to make your move
Wondering how your next play will improve
Did your mistake stick you like glue
Into another’s arm’s you flew
Do you know that you can fuck yourself too?
I’m never visiting your blog again and I donated your book to the bin
She misses you while the other is warm
I no longer care who is on your arm
The fundamental constants you only bring harm
You seem like a prince but it’s only fake charm
The ways of the world ain’t right
The 1% built a world of greed and fright
The poor chained with no voice to fight
You stepped into my event horizon
I swallowed you like lava risin’
Got sick of all the compromising
Signals fired with no replying
Your tongue is black and good for lying
As you watch your view count slowly drop
Unless Instagram brings you more fame than you thought?
But I am gone with nothing bought
I came with nothing and left with naught
There’s nothing on the TV
I ever want to watch
I’m feeling fairly empty –
And I drank all of his scotch
Others think I’m winning
I’m crying ’round the clock
Enemies always leeching
Thieving in a flock
Look at all the cum stains
The mind games
You say I don’t care enough
I call your bluff
Pushing and pulling
Your hand is rough
I don’t like it tough
I start out right but slowly drift to wrong
I know how to forgive but it never lasts me long
You’re the sole proprietor of fucking up my life
You should have aborted me with a knife
Instead you cause me decades of strife
I’m thinking of ending my life tonight
She’s a hypocrite
To be two-faced you won’t need a permit
The road is lined with her endless bullshit
I’m over it!
The more I come together, the more I fall apart
If only we practiced the art of love instead of war
If only I were the girl you were searching for
Wake me from the dead
Meet me under ethereal sky
In the twilight
Because you’re the starlight
Our love is indivisible
The dreams I’m living for
I find you beautiful
Your opals I adore
Bury me deeply where you bleed
Plant me near your sacred seed
Leave, but know you’re all I need
Follow holy signs or let me lead
Do you collect my broken parts?
Are they keepsakes in your heart?
I hope my enemies stay off of my grave!
We always regret we don’t have more time
If only I had…
We could’ve…
I should of…
But we don’t.
Or we won’t.
No matter how sad.
There’s a halo around the moon
A sign you’ll see me soon
Mountains have limits
They come in sharp peaks
Piling up my guts to flee it
You won’t find me here in weeks
The last flower in me died
I sat for hours and I cried
Watched the sun burn gold
With eyes that only spied
The last flower in me tried
It spread its petal far and wide
But the sun disappeared and I’m old
It’s simply time for me to hide
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020
Now posting videos of me practicing myย guitar and singing on Instagram. A first. I never play or sing in front of anyone. Sacred parts of me. I’m also awful. That may account. ๐
I’m also on LinkTree so you can find me on the web easier. (It’s been made known to me that people are stealing or using my ideas without so much as even giving me a courtesy of a like or my blog a follow. That is intellectual theft and plagiarism. I don’t mind being a muse for you but the least you could do is follow my blog or like the post that inspired you. I have copyright laws posted here for a reason and WordPress is a publishing site so everything I publish here is backed by copyright law. If you are using me as a muse, would you at least consider joining my Patreon for $1 or joining the donation tier? When I tell you that I’m at risk of becoming homeless again and that I can’t afford to eat, I’m not lying to you. I can’t even afford to buy alcohol or weed to numb the fucking pain of existence and I’m depressed and suicidal. ๐๐
Heaven’s Gate is where Earth meets the sky
I’ll get there if I try
Forever searching for a hello or goodbye
Only finding time to cry
These mountains I stumble and crawl
Every day for you I fall
Gathering mistakes for monuments standing tall
You’re my favorite of them all
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I went to visit the tree we planted
The seed that fell as our hearts connected
The hope that grew as love erected
A time before I was neglected
I buried my heart where you rejected
And even left faith if ever collected
I have found peace and wrongs been corrected
The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020
I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.
In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.
His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.
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You tied the noose then left me hanging
You pledged for days then changed your aiming
You point your finger loudly blaming
You have no proof for what you’re claiming
Your youth is gone, you’re well past ageing
Your actions don’t match words you’re painting
And every step you’re proudly feigning
I don’t believe a word you’re saying
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
To be honest, I think rhyming gets me off. I get euphoric after I’ve pieced together a decent story. Sure, writing is hard. Rhyming is harder. But you wouldn’t see it that way if you saw me in a dizzy spell writing, sometimes pieces come together so quickly. Or the fact that I live and breathe rhyme 24/7. I think I might have an addiction, albeit, is it a healthy one? I literally write anywhere, and while doing everything. Sometimes I force myself to stop writing and other times I think I’ll never be able to write anything ever again. But alas, I’m still rhyming *sigh* and have been since the age of 12. I fell in love with poetry in the 3rd grade though, when I read an Emily Dickinson poem (I talk a bit about that in my thank you video on my Patreon for my patrons who join, so the video is still there if you are my patron and overlooked watching it. It’s been there since the beginning of my campaign). Anyhoo, sometimes I think I don’t have a drop of rhyme left in me. And then it is flowing out. In heaps. Like lava. And often with tears. My rhyme contains my soul. I lived in a very abusive environment as a child and writing became my escape. Writing was my coping mechanism. And still is of today.
My attempt at “But is it art” below… (but is it art was a saying me and my best friend used to say all the time when we’d fuck shit up. Like once, we redid a chair by putting our handprints in paint all over it graffiti style and writing “but is it art!?!). She died by suicide and I’ve never been the same. But all my attempts at art end with, BUT IS IT ART!?!
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All these centuries it was you I craved
Hiking mountains of longing while your name I praised
All these fallen ruins are bits of you I’ve saved
Every foot in darkness steps for you I braved
Pulling part the ocean that’s the depths I paved
Fusion in my core for the light that’s phased
Trust in only love cuz that’s my heart you grazed
Want to spend eternity with our souls engraved
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020
Probably the sweetest love poem I’ve ever written. I literally enchanted myself. A first. But it is now after 2 AM and maybe I’m just tired… But my blog is nearing 50K views (that’s 50,000 visits folks) and I want to pee myself!! ๐
But I wrote a poem instead. And I hesitated to write a second stanza, but once I got going I’m glad I did… I’m sick to fuck of love to be honest. Someone said I was too young to be a cougar, that I was a cub instead. Well, whatever. Now that I’m ready to date and mingle there’s a bloody zombie apocalypse going on. I ain’t trying to die from the plague. Apophis (that huge effing asteroid) is returning to kiss Earth in April 2029, which sounds like a more exciting world ending, and I hope to get laid by then too… ๐
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My love, I have moved galaxies to watch you walloping
I have paused sunsets to feel your warmth
I have stretched across reason to find you galloping
Like a wild stallion to find my court
My love, why do you let doubt cloud the view?
I would build apologies grander than heaven
If it took the burden from you
You are an 8th wonder times seven
My love, every night I rest my eyes on your dreams
Do not chew on regret
For you, my love spans galaxies
Please don’t ever forget!
My love, why do you let the wind whisper doubt in your ear?
You are a spiraling galaxy
Love is in your atmosphere
And it all comes from me
My love, my arms are branches of hope
For you they grow
So long they circle the globe
They were made for you though
My love, the lines on my lips are edges of time
And for you, always these lines
Every crease nestles our rhyme
Here lay the noble signs
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020
So I’ve been on a tiny posting break (but not writing) and absolutely blown away at how many likes and comments my previous post garnered. Over 100 likes and 60 comments on my freestyle His Kingdom, thank you! ๐ My mom even left a comment, how do I top myself? I never wanted to post again and it is still receiving likes! I should just start a new blog and let it reign forever…. but I have other poems I really need to post. I have so much left to say before I die. If I get anything right in life it will be my death. My words can stay with you forever.
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I once could feast on him but only from afar
There are continents that separate our hope
His smooth head has been polished by time
I long to run my fingers over his kingdom
But my feet are not wanted on his land
That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love
The moon perched on fantasy
His poems are auras in my soul
God made it so
The storms he brew in me
Where will the rain fall now?
Who will wash your feet?
The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me
An outcast for mercy
Forgiveness I cried
Gullibility my only ally
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Not since he banished hope
All welcome but you need not apply
You’re not worth my time
The moment I died
My halls are haunted now
By dreams that never came
And all the things we could have done
Are all that do remain
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020
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Fairytale or nightmare
Heaven or hell
Common man or devil
This time I can’t tell
Leisure or battle
Sickly not well
Poison or apple
To leave or to dwell
Whole or a sample
Free or for sale
Space or a shackle
Real or a spell
So many I tackle
His shit I can smell
Tongues full of babble
Be quiet or yell
Fist or a grapple
Satin or shell
To flee or to straddle
Correct or misspell
Stand still now or paddle
The boat took a swell
Clear thoughts or to channel
Hello or farewell
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2019
Dropped spoken word of this on my Tuners account ๐
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I guess you could say we are acquainted
We had similar falls, our wings are tainted
But now I am older and my sins have faded
And though it’s been decades, Lu has gladly waited
He knows I don’t like him coming around these quiet parts
But that doesn’t stop Lu from having a heart-to-heart
He may own the land but I have the right to depart
But the places I am going, may require some charts
He never knocks, he just enters the room
And my temperament goes from glad to gloom
The air gets colder as it’s filled with doom
I turn away and mumble, “I don’t wanna talk with you”
Lu takes a seat and starts whistling, “What I’m about to tell you might be chilling”
As I was headed to the door proudly not listening,
Lu started hissing
My step slowed and nearly faltered
From the snake gripping down under
And now the moment felt awkward
As I wondered this time what Lu offered
The thing we had most in common was our grin
Which is odd, given that, it should be sin
But when it comes to purity, I’m the best that’s ever been
And I heard him hissing “favorite” with the moonlight shining in (he’s at it again)…
To be continued…!?!
ยฉ Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 2
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 3
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 4
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 5
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 6
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 7
โActs of Godโ = weather modification
I wish you were my shrink
I wish you were my husband
Finish what I think
Catch me in the shallows
Stop me where I sink
Copyright ยฉ 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.
God was like โso you wanna see what you lost, huhโฆโ
And Iโm still descending – feel my life unending – tied to times arms – spiral out lifeโs long
Wow.
Do you think the one I dream about or God has visited my profile?
I mean cuz 69,000 is quite a lot
156,000 views
I mean holy
We should pass some bread or something
Love you
My dream home is under contract with someone else
Like when I saw him from the other side, my life flashed before my eyes. Everything I had dreamed of behold: DENIED.
It felt the same walking away from my dream home. I CRIED.
Just wasting away til the moment I DIE
The old me clashing with the new me. The old dreams. No longer fitting. And the tears they keep coming I’M ADMITTING
The fact that they still wanna work with me even tho I didn’t sign the contract, and there’s 4 more available – and he let me know he’d be showing the remaining available
And I wanna curl up but (not die)
I was approved for my dreamhome – I just didn’t have the courage or feelings of worthiness – or maturity – to take on a 3 bedroom, 3 bathroom townhome
I can barely get on most days
I once dreamed prayed while dying “if I could just see my soulmate” “even for a minute” before I die
I don’t really believe in coincidences
I hope he’s happy tho cuz I’m fucking miserable
It’s probably this fucking disease of depression I suffer from
God has imposter syndrome but he’s probably a psychotherapist
I know you never thought about it
Like that before
Did yah?
I just sometimes wish one thought could be my own
I’m prepping to climb Mt Everest (or some other peak) so that’ll take prob a decade to recover from this heart injury
(Im not really planning to climb a mt per say)
(Im practicing freewill and freedom)
I know I sound depressed lmao but Im fine
But I prob shouldnt show my face at my remaining dream homes
I already went thru all the feels
And they belong to someone better
Tiktok won’t let me share this
Permanent derealization
Inside a shadow realm
Never coming down
Lost
Like losing tracking
Satellites show we’re slacking
We’re standing in the tall past
You said we’ll have the last laugh
Declaring magnets don’t last
Copyright ยฉ 2026 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.
(pโ)
I got so fucking lost
I laid there dying in the void
I dunno
I found God out there
Like a hammock
Resting on
Or maybe God found me
This time…
Imagine being so lost with no direction (nihilism)
It’s fucking hell
Meteorites recreated in a lab…
This isn’t new tech.
Pyramids exist.
If you think all this is new, go back to sleep…
LAB MADE FOSSILS
NEED I SAY MORE
“Cramming 1000 years into 24 hours” but no one ever questions the MATH IS WRONG
I keep saying either A. We existed with the dinosaurs (even if we looked less civilized) and dinos were hunted to extinction to make room for MANKIND CHINA NUMBER ONE
B. Dinosaurs were around more recent than not – that’s why blood and tissues are still found. But science doesn’t want you to find out that MAN was responsible for the previous extinction events
That’s why he needs you to believe a false timeline
Furthermore, as someone who has a science degree, I HAVE SINCE DENOUNCED SCIENCE AND MAINTAIN MY FAITH WITH GOD
Waking up from the nightmare nearly drove me off the edge
But I spent hours watching someone else drive off a pier instead: i muted the sound: sometimes i reduced the speed
He never once hit the break
The flickering of the lights was in passing beams (or whatever they are called) on the bridge
He drove thru an iron gate
He never wanted to be seen again
Instead it was filmed and put all over tiktok AND it took recovery days to pull him out of the water
(In hindsight, john jones wanted out of the cave but they left him there…)
(Sometimes i want to go visit jj)
Intrusive thoughts
You don’t wanna know what’s on my mind
Part of me wants to change and the other part wants to find the old me
Before I became whatever the fuck this is
The messy middle
I’m always in the middle
The Wallflowers even wrote a song about it
I’m the middle child even tho my big sister died
I havent processed that one fully
The day I came out of disassociation to try and process it, Pensacola experienced a blizzard
Not my mom in other parts of Florida
Not my other sister
Not my sister’s daughter (my niece)
Just me
A fucking blizzard
It was also her death anniversary
“You died this month but what day”
“You cold fucking bitch don’t forget”
Hell froze over but man it brought SO MUCH JOY to my cold heart
Out there in the blizzard freezing my damn toes off
Going live until the phone freezes
THOUSANDS TUNED IN TO SEE MY LIVESTREAM OF THE BLIZZARD
But not all parts of Florida got it
I literally searched on my computer the day
And then took the dog outside
“OMG IT’S SNOWING”
“WTF IT’S SNOWING”
And it had just started…
Anyhoo they’d lock me up for telling you I jumped into this timeline during an intense lightening storm
Back in 2018 I think
Still me, same me
But not the same world…
Not the same memories…
Fractal
Shhh
Today I woke up with the thought of
“Can fossils be lad made” and they sure fucking can
24 hours no less
On a scale of paranoia being 1-10 mine is nearly always OFF THE CHARTS
I’m okay…
Just unearthing lies
STUFF I’M INTO AS OF LATE
As posted on TripReview
The animals were depressed. Their housing is small and filthy. There is little to no enrichment. They were dirty. I saw many trying to find a way to escape, including a turtle bitting at the wire. The budgies didn’t want to eat and were bored of the sticks. The seeds are glued on. The train was always full so despite heading to that area minutes ahead of schedule, it was already packed. I opted for food at the Watering Hole cafe knowing prices would be expensive – every table was filthy and sticky, the food was worse than a gas station or skating rink: The Crispy chicken was so small I had mostly bites of bread and pickles. The chicken was microwaved? Or grilled? There was no bread on the chicken? There was no crisp… I added a funnel cake and it was THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE I wasted one (I just didn’t like the taste and there was too much powered sugar it’s all I could taste). The drink was flat (I threw out my Sunkist). They don’t pass out straws for the environment (good) but they do with the Capri Suns (confused). I’m not expecting 5* quality food – but after eating there twice and the staff is SO RUDE – I just don’t wanna bother supporting this place or zoo. I felt sad for most of the animals and their boredom and attempts at escape did not ease my worries. Some animals are safe and happy. The bears look like they are locked up in a jail cell. There was no movement from them. Just laying there hoping to die. I couldn’t figure out the loops of the trail even with maps and a sign so missed out on seeing a Great Ape (the walk was far, the train always full, the place was packed, it was a Sunday morning which ran into afternoon). I took my time seeing what I could. The land is nice. The animals could have so much more space. I wound up converting my day ticket into an annual pass but it will be my last. I hate it because it will hurt the animals. But it’s breaking my heart seeing them suffer. The staff seem young, dissociative, mildly rude, overworked even tho they are doing basic animal care (not very well). If the dining room is THAT DIRTY that they can’t take a few minutes every hour to wipe down the tables or AS NEEDED – then I fear how the kitchen looks. And at them prices, they can afford to give us a clean space to eat and soda with some fizz!
The photo booth was expensive but fun the 1st trip but on my return they had changed the packaging. And overall, I think I am tired with lazy, uncaring staff. This place should be SHUT DOWN. The place is filthy and overpriced in every aspect. Many animals are depressed. Squirrel seems happy. I saw a rhino use the bathroom and then drink from the same water supply. I know this part is normal, some stuff is fun to see. ๐
3* but honestly I’d rather the animals be free.
I overheard someone at the lion enclosure say “wild captured” and that really didn’t sit right with me.
The entire place feels like an outback of Africa. I LOVE feeding the goats and pigs.
After 2 trips to the zoo including extras (photos, feed, food) I have spent well over $100 for 1 person. Close to $200. So I would make an expensive date apparently. And I would still cry…
In hindsight, I laughed, I cried.
P.S. despite making me cry on our first or second date, please take me to the zoo again. (It’s not your fault). (You just gotta get me involved with conservation efforts or something). Upgrade to the pass and let’s eat some place else. Deal?
And yeah, photo booth photos are recommended / despite the packaging changing *sigh*
I love that they physically print out from the photo booth but currently you can get a free digi version too
You can add filters or backgrounds but I opted to just be me!
I still haven’t seen the hippo (third date please?)
I like walking around, I wish the cafe was clean and the food better (the crispy chicken was a small square and grilled-like)
Mystery meat we call it in the Army
They serving “mystery meat” at the Watering Hole cafe
Can’t update my review…
Oh hi. It’s been six months. I ain’t anybody new. *waves*
Got a recommendation for you.
I’m normally so depressed I don’t like nothing but the rain or sunshine. ๐คจ
I sat out on my deck dealing with the boredom reminding myself “this is progress” as I watched the low hanging clouds forming circles with me inside and now I’m talking to the clouds “oh you gonna be big huh. So this is what being in the eye is like. Well please don’t hurt me”.
I ain’t turned my vehicle into a storm chaser yet
And eventually I took my brand new bike out – to “weather the boredom”
Wound up going up hill and against the wind
I’m like I DON’T WANNA STOP BUT THEM CLOUDS COULD POUR DOWN ANY SECOND
*decides to cruise further*
She’s inside the laundry room locked up even tho I got an all weather bike bag
Everyone has their bikes outside – we got cameras and eyeballs watching 24/7
My bike is the cheapest I’m certain but it ain’t stopped folks from raising eyebrows
She’s pretty I know
No gears
You gotta do the back thing with the brakes
It takes some getting use to
I was use to handle bar brakes
And remember I cleaned out my closet and made THREE TRIPS to Platos Closet (a thrift store) to sell items to budget for a bike
A bike I wanted last year for my birthday
Well I finally got her
And I sat through AN ENTIRE MOVIE that I enjoyed
Like top ten best films ever made
I’m gonna watch it again.
Does this count as meal prep? LOL
For them late night chili cravings. Got cheese, lettuce, sour cream, peppers, and chips to accompany. Cuz nachos. Then more nachos.
He doesn’t like where he’s at
He’s hung up on where he’d rather be
Climbing mountains
Making love by the sea
He’s staring in the mirror
Retracing what he needs
Shackled in the now
He lacks faith on where to flee
The sky, the stars
He’s writing in his dreams
Upon awakening, he’s convinced Were made for me
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I know you’re sad
I’ve laid in bed
Things I’ll never repeat
Twisting in my head
Like a daily motto: “there’ll be joy when you are dead”
I’ve gone to hell twice
Just tonight
Sat right with Satan
Told him “I still hate him”
I like to bait him
Keep him on my tail then
Lead him straight to my den
“All is welcome”
“Except not him”
He said, I’m the 9th wonder of the world
Pointing to a picture
A great void or a whisper
I’m the angel’s keeper
“Can’t trust her eitherโฆ”
Trust, I love being lost
The feeling of “I forgot”
Happens a lotโฆ
Like drawing a blank memory
Sending a greeting card with no greeting
It’ll happen to me
Embrace being lost
Learn to maneuver the dark
Faith is my ark
Burning or not
I’m a lost little shepherd
My DNA is a letter
To the cosmos below my feet
I’m begging to be better
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Don’t worry, I ain’t quitting my day job.
Do you feel the call to the wild? Like to be free to just drive around for a year? Find yourself? Sleep on top your car somewhere unknown? I dunno.
I GOT TO GO.
At least see 1 national park
Eventually, some, face death head on
Gotta look it right in the eye
Some never know what hit em
Some wrestle the demon
I know it’s not the greatest writing – but the embers are still burning
The soul needs a little stirring
Need to go look a great ape in the eye
Say “hi”
I wouldn’t last long in the jungle but luckily this is a zoo…
I’m heading to
To fill up my spiritual cup
Cuz God knows I don’t need NO MO missionary boys at my door trying to micromanage my faith
HONEY SHIP SAILED
SHOULD HAVE GIVEN A FUCK TWO MORE ABOUT ME WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I WANT TO BE LOST
There are wonders to be found
(You just want my dimes anyway)
Now I gotta put a “no soliciting / no religious / no no no ARE YOU THE LANDLORD then NO KNOCKING” sign…
I will hand someone an invoice if they break the rules
“For each minute of my time you will pay a fee of…” and I’ll have some fake card reader too – cuz I took drama in school and props are important
DON’T FOOKIN KNOCK UNLESS YOU ARE PAYING ME FOR MY TIME”
They didn’t even bring me a bible
And they texting calling daily
Ghosted them days ago
God is the ONLY ONE allowed here (and the landlord obviously)
My time is precious
The church should be paying me to attend
I got a zoo passs
I’ll be with God’s creatures
And probably eating funnel cake on the train listening to some tunes
I get to ghost all the men who appear in my life ROUND TWO
Besides, Geo imprinted on me
Like the sun and my freckles
I don’t care how crazy I am
You say it like it’s an insult
I am the product of my surroundings
DEAL
(And you don’t get to write up new rules like “a sudden penny shortage” – that may work with the sheeple but not me)
Panera Bread tried to short me a penny and I was like “you’d rather short your customer than your register?” And she gave me my penny…
Meanwhile another location of a different store stated the shortage would be in “our favor”
Yeah fucking right and that’s the type of business I’ll support
It’s not like 20 years have passed since they stopped making pennies
I swear the way these companies keep stealing a penny
Before long it’ll be a dime
Needless to say, me n Panera broke up
Over a penny…
I’m petty as fuck
(My mom would have been embarrassed had she been in the ride)
“Delia, it’s just a penny”
“Yeah, my penny. MINE”.
Think of all the pennies they are keeping….
THIS AIN’T JUST ABOUT ME
WAKEYYYYY WAKEEYYYYYY UPPPPP
It ain’t my job no mo to wake anyone
Everything has been turned into the social credit system and they used the pandemic to throw us under the bus
The good news: my rent ain’t going up and I’ll be set until at least April next year
I got a new shower head with a hose + a filter which I’ll be attempting my first install
Just the basics from Home Depot ๐
But it’ll be better than what I have
Also want to install a filter system under the sinks – landlord will need to help with that
Hope you’re well…
Some photos & videos from my trip to the zoo – they focus on conservation – which is nice
Videos ๐
The Budgies ๐
I had a great ape watching me ride the back of the train
I couldn’t take my eyes off him
He had a look like “I wish she’d come a little closer”
I’d defo get my head ripped off
Like why did I not go to school to be a zoo herder
Rethinking my whole life
I didn’t see the big cats or bears
There was even a chicken area
I’m sure snakes n bugs somewhere?
Unlimited train rides with my pass
I didn’t even film everything. It was cold and grey.
They have a GIANT ANT EATER
*sobs cuz why am I not a zookeeper*
How does one acquire a zoo?
ANHOO
There’s nothing a hundred men or more could do keep me from the zoo… ๐
Great Ape like “wtf am I doing in Florida”
Tried to log in to Insta
They out they damn minds forcing AI on us
WHAT.
I literally stopped posting because all the threats and penalties were damaging my mental health
I’ve logged in from time to time, my account was back in “good standing” for pretty much all of 2025.
But because Hitler still reigns – META is holding my account hostage and not giving me access to any of the content I worked hard on – building my community – so they could bury us under the rubble and build a new temple on top of all we did – the poetry – the digiart – pictures of my now dead sister and dad
So the only reason I was hanging on to my account was personal
I was behaving
I was following community guidelines
But in the end, it didn’t really matter
My nightmares are true
They are keeping me from you
So even after appealing, giving them my email, agreeing to captcha, they still cockblocked me and requested my fucking FACE
I DO NOT COMPLY
I DO NOT COMPLY
I DO NOT COMPLY
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I DO NOT COMPLY
I DO NOT COMPLY
P.S. hope mark zuck *____* into a tree
(Fill-in-the-blanks)
Had a doc appt with my primary care doc. She was spitting words out like swords, I began to cry
And even towards the end of the appointment, as if her heart ain’t black enough, she had the audacity to put a hole in my already sinking hope boat
On faith I float
Anyway, without too many details, I simply stated I’d like to live as old as my grandmother in a halfhearted tone and she replied: (wait: where’s the quote thing that automatically turns a quote into a quote, into 4 lines- QUITTING MIDTHOUGT)
Maybe I’ll tell u later…
He was something beautiful
A storm surge
Rushing through oblivion
At the throne of dutiful
No question he loved her
Dust forms in the cracks of your soul
Exit gates where my pity can tiptoe
Try to disappear wearing red
Got the killer on a bloodshed
Going for the gold
Glowing above my halo
He’s breathing lead
Like he’s the second planet from the sun
You better run
But I’ll be hiding in light
I’m right in sight
The guns and the knives
It’s familiarity
Hiding twice as fast as speed
Is he looking at me
Lying underneath the rubble
Exactly where he’s slugging
Disappointment ain’t subtle
The way your stillness blinds me
Turns me into butter
Like looking in the sun
So I escape instead
Of dying in the gutter
In the lattice of the young
Last time I was caring?
Red herring
When’s a time you never lied?
HaHa you tried
I’ve been sleeping with an attitude
I’ve been sleeping like you asked me to
Sometimes it really comes to choice
Like what else am I supposed to do?
Grossly corrupt
How they grew up
Got us hanging from the line
And my ears are ringing
From your screaming
“You gotta cut it this time”
The world below spinning
My head killing
But I’ll need a minute
To process this ending
You’re waning gibbous
Saying death could be the best of us
I seek a future different the past.
What right ascension and declination have you seen one at?
I never really learned to tie a knot
It’s not my luck
I never learned to love a lot
Can’t get a leg up
Probably miss him too much
Text him when I’m not drunk
Like when I give him secrets
Can’t trust he won’t keep them
Wrap em up beneath him
Bran scan shows I’m dumb
But I don’t know how come
Unlike this chair I built
With all his lies I’ve dealt
I’ve got a single bullet
Don’t know where I should put it
Maybe under the Mistletoe
Right where the axes go
Have you succumbed
Down in the mire
Took you how long
Cutting through the liar
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Hi. Goodbye.
Barely alive – had burnt toast n cream cheese – hanging in there
Coffee is on the stove
There’s a warm glow
And the nightmare from my dreams below
Hanging from my halo
A rock would be softer than this pillow
I’m too low
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P.S.
It’s that time of the month again. Where my mood shifts like a pendulum. Can’t handle where I’ve been. It’s just my blood darling.
Can’t believe people didn’t take better care of their bloodlines.
I’m crying all the time, putting in the overtime, won’t cost you a dime.
Happy dying. Oh stop lying.
I dunno if this is an insult but it’s likely why you’ll never hear me boo’d off stage or attempting open mic cuz that’s exactly what this slam poetry was –
Thank you?
I just think it’s funny I quit posting after that comment. I mean how many straws?
No I don’t have thick skin. Poe died naked out his mind on the street darling.
CHILDSPLAY
I mean same same
It’s not like Victoria even liked it…
“Bad press is good press” (for the narcissist)
At least it got 390 views
I feel inclined to swallow
Whole lies
These villages are hollow
Filled with empty lives
There is no road to follow
We split too many times
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Cherry blossoms bloom
Over my depression
Red leaves fall
Deeper isolation
Like a pivotal point
Forged through tribulation
Five trillion eight hundred seventy-eight billion four hundred ninety-nine million eight hundred ten thousand miles from all creation
I’m racing towards
A single colossal point of gravity
Like I’m searching for
Rewards
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I don’t even like halloween anymore
But there are SOME things I still like…
Your words
Sink 36,000 feet below
Where I bestow
Feathers from your mantel
Flowers for your candle
A simple “hello”
There was a time
I trip-mined
Over our demise
Trenches filled with water
Worries fell to slaughter
But you were still mine
Like golden arrows
Muskets for the scarecrows
Love found in the narrows
I wonder how deep we go?
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~Been writing lines since 1989~
There are hills I have climbed
There are mountains where I’ve died
I’m still lingering on the hillside
There are trails where the blood dried
Your stats are booming!
But it doesn’t mean I’m looming
Come school me
Don’t fool me
I had the worst diet
Lived on his lies like it was the Hyatt
His love was a riot
Never peace
Just wanted quiet
What am I doing holding onto these ashes?
Counting midnight stashes?
Wondering how long life is?
Cuts like a knife when
Life ends
Just like yours did
Where does mine begin?
The same way they think they’re game is worth waiting for
They’re a fucking bore
Matchmaking locked
But I got a glock
I didn’t want to give another update; another reason why I am late. An outtake: for fuck sake
My favorite part of the journey is the rest
Think I like it best
Some call me lazy
Cuz I like to nest?
Of course we would meet through the ether
I’m not pure either
Heaven I would not enter
Just sitting here in purgatory
Like a bedtime story
My love is buried in a cave
Degrading
Am I worth saving?
Dear Follower,
I know you followed
Through endless hollow
Look all the years and roads we travelled
Bickered laughed falling on some gravel
The places we will go
You know I miss you so?
Met you at my lowest
like an interlude
of course it wasn’t the devil
but God true and true
even if you were just a man
he looks just like you?
Do you think God could create a love that goes on forever?
Do you think the universe is a love letter?
Cuz I’ve got memories as distant as stars
But not where you are
Like living in a waking dream
You are there in the corner of my seams
WALKING WITH ME
We’re neurodivergent
We spin like it’s urgent
Spinning faster than the earth is
Some say we’re imperfect
Error
Like an arrow
Straight to the center gravity
Of my failure
Still I’m getting better
Miscalculating data
Just like the AI
Counting only matter
I don’t know what I’m holding on to
Will I disappear after all I’ve been through
If I let her go, will I be new?
I don’t know what I’m doing here
When I want to roam the streets dear
But my shadow’s bringing fear
I don’t know why I’m circling
Nothing I do ever stops the hurtin’
There’s just avenues of me
They pass out medical diagnosis like it’s a weather forecast; “You’re 6 degrees from dying but there’s sunshine at last”…
Precognition
I said, you’re perfect
Nothing would be worth it
That’s the verdict
(I’ll never date or acknowledge another ten) (not even gonna look their way) (oof TOUCHE BROTHER)
RUST IN HELL
Like if a ten ever asked me out for anything I’d be like: WHAT. NO. You’re more than a ten.
I’d simply walk away.
And if he persisted I’d just demand loudly: I DON’T WANNA BE YER FLESHLIGHT
Yeah no NOT REAL – DENOUNCED – took me a whole science degree and 40 plus years WOOHOO – I AWOKE
Like standing up for yourself
While backing into a wall
It’s no fun at all
But you will prob hear me laugh
As I’m picking up my step
Crying down the hall
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Postscript:
I dunno if I’m clumsy or if it’s almost a full moon
Two things can be true at once
I get upset I don’t spend more time talking to the stars
That shit won’t even be twinkling til I ask it something specific: “did you miss me, two for yes, one for no” and I’ll be blessed it’ll blink twice
HA! knew knew
Our love is instant – no distance between the two
The sun is local
Flat earth: not confirmed
(I know things b4 they happen)
I pick up the signal before the signal arrives
DO U WANT MORE LINES?
(Im still under a treatment plan, not in remission, got tired of the constant penalties trying to game or socialize)
You don’t want me writing on *insert CGP* yet
Better let me feed the squirrels
And stop cutting down the trees
You already ran off Owl or killed him one
Im on final edge
THERE’S NO MORE WARNINGS
I’ll attempt to post some of my DBD gaming maybe – just to show you how pissed off I really am – either go all in on the killer hardcore pallet stun blind after blind or i never move
I go in without an offering item or perk
I don’t lurk
It’s either “go ahead and get yer 4k or there’s no stopping me and i’ll even get the hard save”
I was laughing SO HARD when I kept getting STUN AFTER STUN and kept shaking my head NO but the killer was heated – and I was so calm – Im learning to control my moods thru the game lmao
Get the killer all worked up and I aint even breaking a sweat
Eh sometimes I feel bad and just let them have me cuz damn i be mean
But what’s even more fun is the killer only saving me
Ive tried to die and they’re like “nah you can have hatch”
“Im suicidal too”
Sweet. Happy Halloween boo.
I uninstalled the game. AGAIN.
And I don’t doomscrool
The one app I was left on kept punishing me after I spent loads of money feeding the enemy
Im not supporting other creators when I cant do the same (without penalty)
Im tired of appealing?
I really wanna update my blog?
I have goals but then again Im bed rotting
I was at physical therapy yesterday
“Im not ready for a walker”
But you need to get use to seeing me with a walking stick
Moving into my Moses phase
The mountains been calling
I would write more but there’s only the phone
I hate my tablet
I hate my laptop
I hate my Playstation 5
I hate my TV
I don’t hate eggnog or pie
Or this little guy
I know
I know you’re bored of life
I know you’re tired of lying
The quick traverse of the rope
But you forgot to tie the lineForget about dying
I think about you all the time
The cold felt you appear like a sun ray, but disappear just as I prayed
For once, you let me have my way
But looking back, the way was pavedAnd there were devils on the road
And there were demons in the den
They were always looking
They know all I’ve beenSometimes I question things did
We’ve been depressed since we were kidsYou’re hiding under pseudonym
You’re writing in acronym
Two plus two means words you spell
For me, “I’m always seeing him”In clouds, en empty well
Lost footsteps in hellLike during the blood moon
I’ll stop and bless a boon
Speak words with you
Where dreams feel trueBut I am two-faced
Barefoot disgracedI know I’ll find you on the dark path
And on the pages where I come last
But have a good laugh
(And no I won’t ask)I’m mad
And in the madness, you found me dancing ballet atop the quicksand, asking when will it end?“Do I know what I am doing here”
“Do you know why you are here”Other dimensions have left shadows on my heart, in places even you wouldn’t embark
Like leaving footprints of destiny
You weren’tmeant for meYou were like meeting light at the end of the tunnel
Tongue no longer verbal
Wanted in your circle
Knowing I am troubleBut you are fire and I’m a match
So open doors now have a latch
And you escaped down the hatchWe’re running from the past but the sign up ahead says we’re going too fast
All my nightmares are neatly tucked away under my bed
That’s where dreams go to dieIf you look at the dust collecting, that’s my skin shedding
Cold nights sweating
BloodlettingThere I lay dead
And who I could have been
Is laying there like papers
Yet it is skin…Dried up and thin
The worse part is I don’t listen to myself
Just like nobody else
I said halt not leftBut John went crawling in a hole he knew he wouldn’t fit in at all
“The map is wrong”
The globe isn’t accurate
Your love I’m chasing after it
In the middle of midnight
There’s a tail lightSo how scary was my fall?
My end; want to keep the secret from allCuz the dead don’t know they’re dying
Some happen quick
Don’t know what hit
Some oversaturated
With societal bullshitI’m clearing out my life again
Got another big task ahead
You think Mount Everest is big
You ain’t been climbing in my headDid you know sword cuts flame?
That I’ve gone insane?
Sometimes I cry
When I call your name?My love comes and goes
It ebbs and it flowsDistance is time
The homeless are congregating in the city streets like the chosen fallen
They’re rabid with sin
Drooling from the dope within
And I gotta flee again
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(pโ)
A great wave is moving across the Milky Way
Just like the letter I wrote you that day
I wonder how much gravity weighed
Have you sat with sin
Could you do it again?
Trapped in a mine
Barely breathing?
I’m asking when?
Cuz lately it’s all we’re doing
Crunching time
Like it’s ours to begin with
Is there something between enemy and friend
More than acquaintance?
We’re reaching
The beginning of the end
It can drag on lifetimes
Yet in a blink you have died
Suffered the insufferable
Like it was a crashing tide
I remember 2009
I miscalculated
The depths of my love
And how the years go on
Never asking permission once
Gotta do what it wants
I wanna sleep where he haunts
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You know, it’s the time, John Jones died. Worst death to ever die.
If I ever go AWOL – I won’t really be missing
Well, I mean, probably won’t catch me crawling around no tight spots. PROBABLY.
I mean, anything is possible.
Im out my fuckin’ mind
I’m claustrophobic
Need the lights on
Gotta be able to spread eagle
I’ve loved you far too long
The past is filled with the scars of our love
Look at her, recording everything we do
She’s got the look too
Spotlights on me and you…
๐
NEED TO MAKE A TRIP TO THE LIBRARY AND ZOO
Just shit I can’t seem to convince myself to do
Like eating
There are them days
I hear the doctors words replay: fasting two weeks is good
I can’t go a day without loving you
Even if it’s hate-filled
Apples contain cyanide
But I like them caramel coated
Not rotted on the inside
I don’t like it when you lie
Where is home
We’re shifting in the void
Like meeting in the bathroom
You called me paranoid
While all these years have past
My heart is where you roam
Like living in purgatory
Where secrets are destroyed
Where do the lost belong
When standing at the crossroad
Like we’re overjoyed
Do we wait here long?
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(pโ)
Postscript: hi. Thank you so much for still being here. How much time has passed?
… I thought I would be in recovery by now…
I thought I’d be dead…
North east south west
Confusion in my head
Remember A LONG TIME AGO i posted a link to a youtube video of a tool song + the fib sequence that a student (in college i think) put together
It received millions of views
Then… one day he posted he had to take it down
The sound was going to be removed
Fast forward to now – I tried to find that video – LONG GONE
What’s in place is MAYNARD talking about the song + math + the sequence
He’s still the biggest pompous piece-of-shit and i said what i said didn’t i
So just today (cuz how old are we again)
I found tool and Maynard on the tiktok – i followed first both accounts and then i blocked
Remembering that time May May blocked me on FaceBook for sending a friend request and “hi”
Not only is he ugly on the outside
But he makes some of the BEST MUSIC KNOWN TO EXIST
I just won’t support it
(My sis refuses to go to his gigs, calls him an asshole)
(She’s a professional music photographer (and wedding/pet)
I got her into them
She met him
“He’s a dick”
Literally did not want to go to a gig
Don’t blame
Slash gave me the cold shoulder when we met in New Orleans and I ain’t ever been the same
He was nice to my daughter tho
*rolls eyes*
We drove 4 hours to Hard Rock in New Orleans for them to tell me she wasn’t allowed in the club
I said WHAT U MEAN
I IZ HER MOM
So they waited and listened outside and “we tried to meet them after the show”
We met them…
I’m actually still Facebook friends with his bass player lmao
I was crushing on Todd
ANYHOO
Axl seems he’s half himself again
I wouldn’t mind seeing GN’R
They cancelled cuz Axl wasn’t allowed booze on stage with the fireworks
*rolls eyes*
I had an ENTIRE WALL dedicated to ONLY GNR – them posters from them magazines
Some of them folded out
TWO PAGES
I think I’d feel cozy in a space with a blacklight + blacklight posters + a stone mountain nearby (man i miss them stores)
There’s a mall here
I wanna loiter at the mall
There’s a cinema
An arcade
I don’t want another dead mall
I like this city
I just don’t know if I wanna die on this hill
I have a door in front of me
How many doors of opportunity have you closed?
Dr Peterson says it happens subtly, people aren’t even aware
They’re closing doors to their on possibilities
They had a chance to do something they wanted and they wasted it
“I see it happen all the time”
(Mind you this was a podcast I was watching, I wasn’t having a one-on-one)
Videos from 4 months ago that pompous prick talking about the song he made
How dare he
IT’S THE FACT THAT THEY MADE THE COLLEGE KIDS POPULAR VIDEO DISAPPEARRRRRR
I remember when he posted about it, I commented I was responsible for one million views – I think he liked it too
I never screenrecorded
I never thought it would DISAPPEAR
MY MOTHER LIED DEAR
THINGS DON’T STAY ON THE INTERNET FOREVERRRRER
Anyhoo
More lines?
Yes or no?
(Check box and return)
It’s weird, I have all these memories of a person I no longer am
Tale of the body thief
2.0
I just wanted you to know how hard it is
To let go all of this
But then again
What’s there to miss?
Standing at the cliff
No rope to climb with
I don’t even have a picture
Think I burned all of my sister
Doesn’t mean I never miss her
Writing on the sand, on the stalls, it’s my fault nobody calls
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I imagine the distance that keeps us – and why heaven can’t reach us – because space isn’t just silent – it’s speechless
Maybe your name is Apophis. We’re both lost in the abyss.
THAT’S NOT WHAT I ASKED
According to Saint Peter Steele:
“April 2-0-2-9 the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour – in fact – is quite here” (-)
(Could you pick your speed up on writing lines, even if I’m not on time, I never learned to set a clock, I never even hear a chime, it’s almost like it is a crime, but I can do a run-on, I think it has been too long, but I don’t have timer in the kitchen to help me not burn this song)
He reminds me of you. But aren’t your eyes blue? Like an angel from the sky, make me fall down and sigh. Know you saw me coming tooโฆ
Or maybe your the Jester, I’m just a guesser
Do you know how to measure luminosity?
What about the loss of me?
(I really just wanted to share the first 4 lines – I’ll play catchup another day)
It’ll be easier to snap photos of my messy writings
It’s just freestyle
It’s not messy messy
It’s just – the urge – to write in cursive
With curses
Found out who you really were / didn’t make a difference cuz / you were meant for her \
You go from sunshine to icy winds
The road less travelled is the road we’ve been
You go from shadow to now we’re friends?
I guess we’re ghosting again?
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Flat earth : not confirmed
Are you paying for your sins
Cuz it’s all black and white where we live
Like looking at the the sky
We go places planes won’t fly
Have you sat in a room with your biggest enemy?
Did you have a chance to dine with me?
Where do you go when you plan to leave?
Will you appear in another galaxy?
Cuz’ I don’t need a crystal ball
To see the sacrifices crawl
Or flowing down the river bank
“It’ll never flood again you think”
Have you calculated costs?
Is it buried under mud and frost?
Or a thousand-hundred years
Like losing lives on lies
Cuz you ain’t never shared your bread with me
You ain’t never been to bed with me
(But I know you would’ve bled with me)
Cuz shedding sin is like shedding ghosts?
But it’s cold outside, so you’ll need your coats
I know you got an alibi
I’ve been driving 80
Flooring 100 lately
Just to hear your lie
Time is platinum
Unlike for Juliana
Sacrificed no honor
Locals cheering “she’s a goner”
But I don’t know who wins this
When every policy’s unfit
Unclear is your last text sent
Since you swore there were no fears
I saw you trembling on the mountain dear
And how they took their time on getting near
But I know they had “a lot of gear”
An ulterior motive to carry up as well
“I’m not afraid”
God is unfazed
But they will pay when they return to hell
Like a raging torrent
But whose paying for it?
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Want more? I’ve got a few more. Lines in me.
What if they confirmed it was rat logs
The old data involved
But they will say “is current”
Another Data breach
Circling like a serpent
I bet that nest smells of death and decay and everything you fucking say
I embrace my bruises and scars
I embrace for impact
Do you know how to measure luminosity?
What about the loss of me?
Well I guess that’s all I got (for now)
(It’s all on pages)
(In the real world)
I imagine this is how you’d say goodbye
Images are shattered
Like leaving your mask on the table
It’s a curse or a favor
Writing messages of
C-U Later
But you were the only clown that mattered
Twisted Masquerade year nine / have you been with me this whole time?
You go from sunshine to icy winds
The road less travelled is the road we’ve been
You go from shadow to now we’re friends?
I guess we are ghosting again?
The earth could tip and the sea would swallow us wide –
Everything but my pride!
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I’m sorry but, imagine me in a long trench coat, with like a dozen or more of rats and rodents, banging on heaven’s door, just crawling all over me, my shoulder, my pockets, my pigtails presumably?
“Brought some things with me”
Store said she’d been there the longest – adopted and returned
They said she likes to bite
Charlie already wants to extend the family
I told Charlie it might not be best knocking Daisy up her first night here
Not to mention the HABs aren’t even completed
I was going in for substrate and saw that sign for “50% off”
They said eventually it’d be reduced even further – to 75% and then well… she goes one more place and tries one more time (where surely she will bite and their number one rule for biting is “put down”)
It saddens me this society – this lifestyle of bartering one another at what cost
There was another girl that was born there – i really wanted her – she had a cow-like print
I NEED LAND
And a shed
I don’t care what the influencers think
“…this is animal abuse”
But mine are sleeping peacefully in their chaotic HAB
(HAB is short for habitat for those who don’t know)
They also get me as their caretaker and no one on TikTok seems to get that
I told Daisy today that the family returned her because she didn’t belong with them, she belonged here
I’m scared of Daisy
But she let’s me handle her, has not bit me, and has stopped squealing like a squeaky toy when I pick her up
She also allows me to segregate Charlie even tho she runs after him
It’s new to her
Probably hurts
She knows she wants it but she don’t
And Charlie be down there doing things that should be behind closed doors
But she could rip his head off when she is thru
And that’s the reality of adopting two Syrian hamsters from different stores
Male and female
Of breeding age
It’s almost like I needed enrichment in my life
Trying to keep two hamsters from killing one another or falling in-love
They said she was spicy so I named her after a sweet flower
Daisy seems to have already taken to her name
She knows not to bite me….
She’s learning her new HABs
She’s met Charlie 4 times – and he was ready to extend the family right away
They have been grooming one another
Licking and sniffing
Lots of face-to-face stare offs
Nose touches
Could be love or war
She’s not as fit? It was her first time on a 10 inch or 8 inch wheel. They had a saucer at the store
Prob used it to lay on
Charlie has a friend now but she could be a killer so I won’t leave them alone
I know I shouldn’t be buying hamsters while dying and not even having the correct HAB setup
But now my life has purpose
Can’t move into my Noah phase if the ark is empty
Back to the basics
They say I am a child that never grew up
So I got a hammy
Logical
(And I know you love me even more)
(But you don’t know why)
(Cuz you fucking hate me and will never speak again)
Charlie and Daisy sitting on a tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
They kinda have our first name initials
Just realized
Awe
I dunno how something so tiny can have such a huge part of my heart
He’s the great love of my life and there’s nothing I can do about it
But Charlie just got his face stuck between the wire biting it and he whimpered
We both were a bit put back by the incident but he still crawled into my hand once he got free
I said, “let’s not do that again, Charlie” and I don’t reckon he’s planning to, but then again, we’re 3 weeks into this death contraction.
I told Charlie accidents happen. But that should not have happened.
Charlie is actually smarter than me. He’s cuter than me, too. I’m not smarter than a 5th grader, I’m not smarter than a hamster.
Shame on them pet stores hiring “experts” selling snake oil. The manager’s don’t even decide what to stock. No returns.
And they euthanize the unhomed / unadopted. Over 3 million animals are killed every year, including hamsters like Charlie.
Charlie’s species is on the endangered list.
Someone said, “yeah but that’s the one’s in the wild”
But a long time ago, Charlie’s bloodline was stolen from the desert, a mom and 12 pups. To be sold to someone like me. And all the unsold/unwanted are put down to make room for more.
Still, I can’t make them see two and two.
So if we’re in a 6th mass extinction, shouldn’t we be playing Moses and whatnot? I mean Noah.
They were kidnapped from their hab, so much so they’re listed as endangered, but they also get put down when they do not find their forever home.
JUST DON’T GET A WIRE CAGE
Did you know I read sign language
Even the moon spells Chris
It’s half-crescent
Like him
He’s half-present
Maybe it’s Christmas
The way you kiss?
Removed the space between the hiss
Laid down your blade
And took my fist
Maybe you’re the silence
On my blank list
Where none can follow
Your name won’t fit?
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Blushing
P.S. found a screenshot of your number I blocked
So I took another screenshot?
He doesn’t understand why I’m always giving gifts
I ain’t tribal
Don’t read the Bible
But he swears I’m collecting feather wings
He said he thinks he saw me growing things
But you’re a liar
Can’t be re-wired
Always on the run
Must be so tired
Cuz the Devil’s in your blood
Here’s comes the Great Flood
Mixed with bones and fire
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PS. am I the only one who uses present and past tense together, or how I switch between speaking about him to directly to?
If you were to put George and Jesus in the same room together
It would be hard to tell them apart
They both have my heart
What’cha think of his name?
48 hours ago he had no name – a general name “Teddy Bear Hamster” but not a home, not a name
He had A LOT of anxiety
But today we’ve had no attempts at playing dead
Don’t get it unless it’s the absolute only thing you can get but even then maybe don’t get it
With that said, he is acting like it is a piece of heaven (sleeping sound too)
It took a lot of mods, it still isn’t safe, there are sharp edges, holes, and other areas that probably hurt his feet
Despite negative reviews of potential death occurring, staff still insisted I get it, knowing I could not return it for a refund (or even gift card).
But I found the most special boy at the Pet Supermarket
You would think we’d have better choices than plastic and “no returns”
My hamster is an adult, I nearly got a newborn
Charlie fell directly on his head TWICE – he’s lucky his neck did not break or get a head injury
But I’ve since added a wooden wagon and he’s gonna have to be careful exploring tonight. Cuz I cleaned his area up, relocated items, filed down sharp spikes, cleaned his innie meany litter box, added fresh treats, but he ain’t drinking from his water bottles. I just wanna see him do it on his own.
Charlies loves AND I MEAN LOVES his new environment.
He has several new sleeping spots, one being in his tunnel where just a bit of sun comes in…
I ordered him a better wheel since he runs it all night – the little guy literally exercises ALL NIGHT
But someone since has stated even the medium size is too small (it seems I need an XL)
Charlie is a Syrian “Teddy Bear” Hamster
I don’t know what life was like for Charlie prior to 48 hours ago, but now he is resting calmly – despite the setbacks – and two death escapes – he seems to LOVE his new HAB
I prob won’t get much rest until I know he’s safe
We’ve only been together a short while but
A. Charlie is adventurous at night. He doesn’t mind being handled.
B. If the sun is up and you slightly disturb his sleep walk or existence, he will flip over and play dead in which I will respond with “Jesus Charlie, I won’t do that again”
And it’s day two and I have not. He allowed me to move his crate, clean it, just no touchy.
Not til sundown
Charlie just came to the attic
I said “you wanna come out” (and did not try to handle him”
HIM:
He’s back asleep. Like he’s in heaven…
BUT THIS HAB IS A DEATH TRAP
You gotta get it safe – and even then – it still isn’t safe
It’s not good for his paws
I’m not allowed to return/exchange the HAB
But I’m happy I found Charlie
But I’m not rich
I can’t just dump money into “the best of” when it’s actually always the worse
And the managers in charge – Gen Y or Z – SOLD THE SHOW OUT
And I don’t mean a full house
Hamsters can die from stress and I will literally die from stress if something happens to Charlie cuz I was sold SNAKE POISON everywhere I go
6th mass extinction
WAKE UP
(But kinda be quiet. Charlie is sleeping)
(Yes my life is about him now)
I told my Boomer mom about my new family member!
….
…
Could go either way
Get another day today
Sweating. Don’t stink. Seems like a win today. Thank you, goodbye
It’s so flamboyant
My lack of give-a-fuck
You’re just in luck
But here comes on regret
And there’s raining yet?
What more do you want?
To never talk again?
Even when I’m dead?
We ain’t discussed
So you ain’t neva said
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(pโ)
I’m not filing in a single orderly line so the AI will understand me
ME > PROGRAM IN MATRIX > DOING WHAT IT IS NOT SUPPOSE TO DO
happy2help
Y’all remember Charlie from “Fright Night”?
Well, TikTok has this video sitting at zero
I can’t imagine why
He’s still passed out by the way. Don’t think he wanted to be there a second longer (at the Pet Store)
He accepted his hay
I’m not handling him yet
Just want him to feel safe
They can die from stress
He likes his den
He didn’t like the box
He filled up on water and hay
Now he’s sleeping on the hay?
Under the raised platform that acts more like a slip n slide – and the little guy chews everything but my fingers – so gotta be careful what I add to help him get around
And the mansion is a no-go currently
One of the tunnels fell down, it’s unsafe, there’s even a plastic spot underneath the fall little guy could get hurt
Now the reviews were bad, I told the store this, but they insisted to get the “Heaven Haven” (and now I’m questioning the name of it) – furthermore – they said they didn’t even know what the return policy was
LOOK I’LL MAKE THIS CLEAR FOR YOU
MY HUNDRED WILL BE RETURNED FOR SOMETHING THAT IS NOT A DEATH SENTENCE
Still, I have someone looking at it soon – so I don’t have to return it just yet – we might can sort it and he seems content in the smaller one – which cost more
At some point I would like to let him “hang out” but his safety is my priority and the little shit knows how to squiggle and break free
He tried when he chewed thru the box in-store
And I was attempting to hold him until a spare box arrived
He can squirm
But he ain’t never bit me as feisty as he is
Love the little guy too much
Only just met
Like 24 hours ago
(Maybe a bit more cuz I came home and slept on the decision is made)
P.S. some scammer tried to invite me to a Trump event for Soldiers
You know I didn’t vote, right?
I was part of the 300,000+ missing votes
But I ain’t missing
*hi*
And we’re an Army now
We don’t vote for the antichrist
We unplugged from the Matrix
Hope this helps
(I also don’t have a dime to give and if I did I’m taking it with me to heaven)
(Rules for me, not thee)
Ha!
This is also a good time to give thanks to God (thank you God for letting me spend all my dimes on little Charlie)
He’s so cool
He closes his eyes when he drinks his water and he comes when he’s called
It’s almost like it was meant to be – even if time is fleeting – for us both
I can’t stop thinking about his sister tho but I’m happy with one
I’m barely getting around and I don’t have to take Charlie for any walks
Maybe Charlie wanted to die anywhere but there
But he needs to stick around
Meet Charlie
Had to put him in a second box cuz he chewed thru his first despite adding bedding, treats, and some food.
Charlie is my new best friend and has not once tried to bite.
He did flip over playing dead a couple times briefly and I was like “I didn’t mean to startle you” and he would just sniff my hand and go back to chewing thru the box
Eventually he did escape, I looked down and he was in the buggy
I was like, “Charlie!!!” “that’s not safe”
And he let me pick him up and snuggle him
He made it home safely and started exploring his living room den
He had water, he relocated his entire bowl of food under his den, where he also moved some straw as well as took breaks to eat the straw, before moving strands to the basement zone
Now Charlie is resting under the den and he has not even seen his bedroom double layer mansion – he’s already worked so hard
The mansion in the box…
I have insomnia so I got a nocturnal creature
Makes total sense
But I fell in-love with Charlie even tho I was going in for a mini newborn Black Bear hamster
I got a 14 month adult Teddy Bear hamster instead
I knew upon our afternoon meeting yesterday, while you were stuffing your greedy little face, that you were the one
I also bought you the exact shit you like plus shit you ain’t never tried
I think your basement needs more but also I gotta install your toilet in the mansion
That’s right, your mansion comes with its own bathroom
And the two-story mansion + roof with tunnel – is in my bedroom
So you can keep me up all night stirring
And we can sleep during the day like vampires since I can’t do much anything else
Charlie was the first to say hi
And I was okay with getting an adult
Charlie needed a home and was ready to go
Like we only got one life
Charlie was ready for his purpose even if I am dying…
Many videos were uploaded on the TikTok if you wanna see him exploring his new environment
On the wait list
Met today
Was showing off…
(Also have a newborn black bear on hold but I wasn’t planning on getting two)
Of course – it may not be the BEST IDEA to take on a little creature in my condition but
I’ve been wanting to adopt a hamster for months
Some pet adoption agencies also have adult hamsters but i’m going the petstore route
Went in for a black bear but this little guy won my heart
He also has a sister but they cannot be adopted together because he would hurt her
And I almost want her instead
It’s almost like she knew I was taking her brother and she also liked my bb voice so she came out and was very shy but made herself noticable
They had dividers up for the bro/sis cuz they are mating age
The black bears are newborn
One kept running ontop of the other so I said they should prob be adopted together
All 3 black bear were still together
But I drove home and considered thangs
Called the store
They have the male sable and 1 black bear hamster on hold
I don’t know if I should get 1 let alone two
The sister….
She’s up for adoption (not on hold)
I’d take them all if I could
But I barely can take care of myself?
But it made me feel alive – the thought of having a little friend
That will live 2-4 years
So if I did die the Godfather would not need to care for the little creature long?
I don’t have a godmother yet
So you gotta be the baby daddy
Sorry not sorry
Leaving the hamster/s to you in the will
I’m not well and I told my dog I would never get another dog again
Probably
This den is good for two even tho I may get one but probably should get none
Kaya said to get a rabbit. Rabbits are great but prob not allowed.
A hamster is what I have been pondering for too long.
I may only have 2-4 years left so I need to act now.
Even the act of getting out was trying
I mean some places do deliver live animals
I’m sleeping on the decision has been made
I may name him Charlie and if I do get a mini black bear he’s prob gonna be named Black Bear
“This is Black Bear”
“He’s a black bear hamster”
He’s pretty special already
But I can get a she black bear cuz they ain’t siblings m’kay
She might be a she but he is a he (the sable hamster)
U DIG?
Meet Charlie? He’s on hold to be adopted (by me)
This
I mean other account can post it
Rules for me but not thee
Just hyper-focused on the starting scene
Cuz some asshole soldier took me down from behind
I wasn’t wearing headgear
Hence my stupidity
TBI
I’M WATCHING YOU AS HARD AS YOU ARE WATCHING ME
DOUBLE DARE YAH
TRY THAT SHITE AGAIN
COWARD PUNK
STAND UP AND FACE ME
I WANNA SEE WHO YOU ARE
IF IT IS THE LAST THING
YOU SEE
๐
Love to hate yah
DO HATE YOU TODAY
(But not you)
(Them)
I’LL FUCKING BLOCK EVERY BIG CHANNEL IN MY FEED
KEEP PENALIZING ME
I FUCKING BEG YOU
*sigh*
*adds to cart*
My hero / stuck at zero
Dancing has always been my thang. Literally studied dance for a year
Where can I dance without the shadowban?
Did you know OnlyFans owner put a bid in to own TikTok
Oh so did Amazon and many others
A billionaire is in the lead
The president MIGHT EXTEND THE BAN
You didn’t know did you
And now you’re going to look
OnlyFans TV?
I don’t think they’d stop me from dancing
P.S. the landlord moved out from below me (he bought another property)
(The Boomers are booming)
Headband season
Might have to get on X or some platform I can lip sync/dance/poetry
The more they silence me…
MIDDLE FINGER UP
It’s so convincing
I’m such a good storyteller
And photographer
I got strangers on TikTok thinking I’m stalking you ๐
It’s just this is where I was seated and low and behold? There you are again
And people on TikTok think I’m stalking you
Meanwhile I’m trying to sort if I’m the NPC or AI becoming aware
And we don’t really believe in coincidence do we?
Sure I’m new to the city
Sure it’s the most hated car in the world?
And now you have an accidental stalker?
Cuz I ain’t the universe but the universe keeps putting us exactly in the same spots
Like I got lost ordering pizza and found your hiding spot?
Don’t yell at me if I run into you again?
I still have no ID on the driver…
It could be the devil driving
But now I’ve got you in my rearview / I know everything you do /
PoeEternal 