There are boiling ponds

A boiling pond
From where my thoughts occurred
Though most a blur

Regret is beyond
A bright waving wand
Where sun will burn

Glass in the stream
The sound of your dream
Like hearing silence scream

The curves we walk hold memory
We make a cult of suffering

The future is in our past
And we’re running laps
There’s silence in the bedroom
But I can hear you laugh

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Copyright © 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

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Postscript: my likes aren’t getting through again – for being too active – but FYI – I took a college speed reading comprehension course and passed

I’m educated and when I deploy to war – it’s in an actual war zone, not behind a computer screen

We got a weak ass Army today. Fight me

I’m half the man I used to be and still better than you (the effing cowards)

I PAY TO BE HERE

TO GIVE YOU CONTENT FREE OF ADS

The audacity WP has to stifle my community!

THEY WILL BURN IN HELL

Change my mind

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The mini blizzard arrived on your death anniversary – I was coming out of a disassociative state and trying to remember the day you died and the year

I KNOW THAT WAS YOU SAYING HI

Just like dad left a 6 minute double rainbow outside my apartment when he passed

I wasn’t able to go to the hospital to tell you goodbye when you were dying because I was also dying

And I was not invited to your memorial service

They – in a very unethical way – refuse to allow me to send my condolences on your memorial page – i’m about to unleash the fury

We always had our ups-and-downs but we were blood

Not even our egos kept us apart

I KNOW YOU WERE THE STORM

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