Heaven Is Leaking

My love, if you’ve ever known truth, know my tongue
Love is the reason for why I’ve come
Heaven is leaking from my lung

My middle name is Faith and it’s more than just a name. (But go ahead and attach digital currency to my worth).

I look on you and continents and oceans disappear
Into the thin atmosphere
Wishing you were here

I hope one day you find the street that leads to my arms.

He didn’t know what to tell her,
He didn’t want to lie.
He just knew anything was better,
Than the truth he had to hide.

I read them…
They just don’t draw attention
Not like yours
I’m alive in your world
Like leopards leaping giants
Our history to be explored
I’m alive forevermore
Your words are gems on peaceful shores
Do you think they’ll ever find our matching hidden doors?
Love written like puzzle pieces
Rearranged and then re-written
I’m smitten!
Insert your phrase like a vampire
I’ve been bitten!
Got me itching!
Crawling over the people I’m ditching!

She’s a Goddess hidden under crutch,
What price would you pay to feel her touch?

All the things

I’m still a favorite under veil
A full moon can shine from hell

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

Been writing and recording in my studio all day today.
Where the magic and curses happen. ๐ŸŽƒ
“Where are you? / I am sitting on the Moon
Itching to pick my guitar. Practice session tomorrow hopefully!
Werking. Recording them rhymes.
Just yer average gal doing extraordinary things
Me. Baghdad, Iraq. 2003. I did not blow up the building, our Marines did. I was a combat medic and deployed with the 212th MASH (Mobile Army Surgical Hospital) for Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom – OEF/OIF. HOOAH. I’m fighting wars with my pen now instead of my M16… don’t tread on me. Although I am an efficiently trained killing machine, I was also skillfully trained to heal people. 15 years of hard training and the Army never does anything half ass. I don’t either. I’ve got a ton of awards, medals, and certifications “but these stories don’t mean anything / when you’ve got no one to tell them to”…
Warning: may bite suddenly and without warning. Proceed with caution. Ich habe hunger (I am hungry).
I’m not bandaging wounds today, well I am, but different kind of wounds, and with ink and paper (my pen is also lethal). But I prefer home life now over foxholes in Iraq…
Writing is what I’ve always wanted to do. Between both my jobs, being a single parent, and going to college full-time, my writing and passion got buried. Life is hard for some of us. We’re not all born with a silver spoon and spineless spine.
Think I might have my next reel written. 8 lines this time. ๐Ÿ‘€
That one time Val Kilmer acknowledged my existence on Twitter with some love. It’s remained my pinned Tweet ever since. He has been one of my favorite actors since I was 10 years old- so for him to love my pen name is a pretty incredible compliment as a poet and writer. It’s okay to be a little jealous. I get jealous of me too. ๐Ÿ˜‚ It’s just a Tweet you say. Well yeah, one that needs to be printed out and framed and hung on my wall in my studio. It’s kinda a big deal for me still. Most people promote their blog or something with a pinned Tweet. Not me, got Kilmer up. There are people that don’t even know who he is and they get to vote. *rolls eyes* ๐Ÿ‘€
I’ve been really busy creating and I haven’t had much time for anything else. I’m just needing to get this stuff out before I die. My entire life has been just trying to survive and get by. This is the one chance the universe has given me. Crowds were never much for me.
Spiral out, keep going…

So stick around if you wanna. I need to stop screwing around and get a schedule put together for Twitch so I can start bringing open mic night to you. Loving people with depression requires a lot of patience. That’s probably why I don’t have a lot of people that love me. But if people would stop treating me like shit, I probably wouldn’t be depressed. So goes the circle of life.

Ta ta for now!

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I can’t stand things in my eyes so never did contacts again. Plastic to me is like silver to werewolf. These were Angel contacts but I’ll never wear them again. I feel everything, it’s why I hate life. Might start wearing my eyeliner like that again. I’m a tomboy and like things messy, like my makeup. I’ve never once had anybody compliment my eyes, at least not the color. I normally get compliments on my fucking teeth (followed by “did you get braces” uhhh no). The only enhancements I have on me are tattoos, hair dye, and piercings. And I need more of all these things. But me no likey pain.
Yep. But for who???? *sobs uncontrollably*

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