I walked across the desert with the Devil
A slow trot ensuring I was careful
He gave me paper and then he gave me pencil
He talked as though the world was rather sterile
He showed me war he showed me death
And I saw things that took my breath
And still I marched into the depth
And on I march while getting deeper yet
The writing’s on the wall contain disillusionment
And not a cry ever sounding jubilant
And though it pale a voice to help illuminate
And at his wall I felt my soul rejuvenate
I took to paper and then to pen
And as I wrote I felt again
I spoke of how but never when
My dreams with him are filled with zen
And though his touch cannot be felt
It is his words that make me melt
And care not how his names are spelt
For in his heart is where I’ve always dwelt
© Delia Ross. 2019
Love the photo! The words are so enigmatic, and this line is simply beautiful: “For in his heart is where I’ve always dwelt”.
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Oh my goodness I’m terribly shy, thank you! The devil is more like depression but I feel I found love in hell.
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What is that tattoo?
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A Chinese symbol for “faithfulness”. It is my middle name (Faith) and a code of honor I abide to.
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That’s beautiful!
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Thank you very much! Being a faithful person takes a lot of will and dedication. But I’m some 41 years strong now. And I’ve been cheated on a lot.
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That’s the most gutting feeling I’ve ever experienced. You think that you know someone after being with them and they betray. It’s awful.
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I’ve never been in love so it doesn’t come as a big shock that these relationships didn’t work out but there were friendships you know that ended because of it… like me coming home to my own place where I pay rent to find a lover of 3 years in my bed with another. And that’s just ONE example.
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I can’t say how I would react to that situation. Just the shock alone would be hard to deal with.
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We became friends again eventually but friends who never talk. He donated to my campaign tho so I consider him a friend still. A friend from eons ago. Most of my guy friends are married now and can’t really talk to me because their women would totally fucking freak….
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It’s funny how that works out. Most of my female friends who got married faded away.
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Because dudes control. I’ve had many proposals from dudes but I ain’t married none of them. Ain’t planning on it any time soon. The only thing I’m planning / prepping for is my death. But since the government is going to just toss me into the fucking ground- actually they’re not even going to do that- they’re just going to fucking cremate me for free and then I’m going to get a little white tombstone in some random military cemetery where no one ever comes and visits me. And so I don’t even need to come up with money for death because my body will be taken care of, FOR FREE cuz I served my country honorably for 15 years, but people think I’m fucking “lazy” cuz I’m disabled.
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There’s plenty of music and poetry to be created before that day arrives.
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I’m afraid that day is already here my friend… I’m running on fumes and borrowed time. Hope I can squeeze in some love before I hit the big sleepover…
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I wasn’t aware that you were ill. I’m sorry to hear this.
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Well, maybe I exaggerate but I live with depression and I’m getting old.
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So pretty, all of it
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Awe thank you so much!! ❤
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I can’t believe I posted a photo of me in my bra. Man, I’m so naughty eh. No wonder all the guys are knocking at my door *rolls eyes*.
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I don’t even think there’s a photo that exists of me in my bathing suit…. so this took bravery (but all the guys just say “her tits aren’t fake or her tits are too small or oh my God her tits sag” and so cricket cricket chirp chirp, yeah well, your dick is probably too small for me anyway)….
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