“I’m not good with goodbye”
I know why you lie
Your head in her smile
Making me immobile
It’s all-or-nothing thinking
Oh look, I’m sinking!
“Depression is treatable!”
Unless you’re unagreeable!
I must be some kind of fool
I’m stupid too
Sinner or saint
I crossed a line
I filed complaint
Near heavens gate
What if my only plan is to love you
Like a wild sea
I’m raging
For you to pursue
One, two
Passing out the card
On top
First
To discard
I’m letting go of floppy drives
Pulling from my back the knives
How do I reach you?
Through the fog?
No dialogue?
The sky is blue?
There are still parts of me a virgin
Like my love for you
And I fell in my youth
I sit behind no curtains
Maybe old burdens
Cold and cursing
These serpents
Feast on virgins
I want to hurt them
Still converting
God is learning
My spirit forms in verses
Satan’s not in service
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
So apparently, I’ve ran more people off again, and this time it’s because I was busy… 🙃
Busy having a midlife crisis
Laughs
Dear Edgar,
We’re the same
With love from hell,
Your daughter!?!?
With Love From Hell (new book title idea but no idea has ever been my own and Google is broken)
Still fixing the mothership and vessels
48 hours ago was so intense
In the eye of the storm now
Gonna make upside down pineapple coconut cranberry cake today (with nuts and seeds)
Gonna eat it all….
I don’t know why I crawled deeper in the hole
It’s scary down here
No one could save me
STOP 🛑 ✋🛑 This section of the cave is not worth exploring. 2 people have required rescue.
Scratch that idea
Let’s close the cave for six months and make a new map without the dangerous location. That’ll keep em out.
6 months later…
John Jones crawling around with a headlamp from his childhood because even with strict entrance rules, the management was narcissistically terrible, and though quick to victim blame, twas managements fault. He got a promotion and award for killing Jones, FYI
“Why did you put me here?” John Jones (love you bro)
When there’s so much intensity followed by so much calm.
Make cake…
With coconut milk, coconut oil, coconut flakes.
NOM
Just a box cake glorified
Whatever they did to the medicinal, it doesn’t work for me anymore.
Florida is trying to make it recreational
Which is good cuz I’m done paying the state every 7 months to enter a 🏥 building
Fucking criminals creating addicts while modifying and poisoning the goods – it ain’t natural anymore – or generationally grown. It’s lab designed and shit. Stripped everything good out of it. Waste of time and money. Money drain pit.
And if you live in Missouri, you have to pay the state extra money if you want to grow your own weed, because fuck this establishment
“Globalism will be great” they said. I wasn’t convinced in college. I was right.
Never do listen to myself
This will change
That’s the intention anyway
Over and out
PoeEternal 