It nearly did me in to be honest and it took a lot of careful consideration on whether I wanted to leave my blog open. But this is still goodbye. I quit it all.
Too many fucking choices
He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone
It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's a micropoem!
He'll have it all, just not me...
Unrequited love number 19,000
Micropoem number 16,000 on unrequited love
A complete freestyle
Book publishing recommendation - you're welcome 😃
A 25 word love poem
My tongue is sweet and sour...
My heart is vacant and loyal but only to him...
MARRIED TO SORROW
Perfection doesn't exist, well, not really but...
War heroes dying unloved on the daily
I love the rush he gives me
Freestyle rhyme of infinite love and longing
Midday non-rhyme micropoem
My starlight in the night is his existence
A deeply sorrowful poem + commentary (with hyperlinks to nerdy stuff I've done)
To her, his very existence was a miracle. A sweet micropoem.
I see him, I hear him, I feel him like no other.
Do and don't of love on Tuners, listen free now
Goddess of Confusion / A poem + photos (because why not)
He hates me, I hate him. The end.
Death or love
Take me with you please for there is no life if you are gone.
I am auditioning for SURVIVOR CBS again (4th attempt)
His doll to love or destroy
A poem about suicide that turned into a convo about suicide awareness + a gig memory & photos
All woe is me post halloween
Lead me to you
Longing AKA dancing for the first time in my fangs... + Snaps
Hallows Eve + APOP + Fangs = Dancing on my Insta
What I got spinning for Halloween
You are priceless and the only thing I want
When they come together it's like an eclipse, rare and magnificent.
I got a filthy, fuckin' mouth.
Oops I did it again
If only he knew how hard I'm trying, how very much he is loved. Love shapes, molds, and changes us into the best versions of ourself.
Things written while mostly smitten (micropoems)
He left me high and dry
"Gimme that cold shoulder like “brrr” I make a snow cone with it, sir" - Alexander Ebert
The Moon and I have an alibi, you are the reason we cry.
Love is where I'm going but it's never where I've been
A tiny story of hope / rhyme + updated with photos!!
Pulling a feather is like feeling a leather whip across my back. I falter. I repent. I love.
The sins of anger (Or maybe A Visit From Lu Part 8?)
A poem about spiders, or I don't know, maybe emotional manipulation. My thoughts might be creepy but tis almost Halloween! Cobwebs!
Dear Poe, I need answers...
Love her wild
Leave her full
Touch her mild
You will see her form
She will make your indigo glow
She will carve out a chunk so you may have a root
She will give life to the lip
In her, you can grow
You can wallow
You can save your soul
Let her jump in and taste your desire
Infinity is deep
So is her reach
And the distance you keep
The only witness is love
We’ve got that as our teacher
Even your name ends with her
She brings on the rain that can make you clean
Crawl under her to feel something
Your seeds were planted for sprouting
The direction you’re going needs a little rerouting
The night is pierced with scars
The light is breaking through
The doubt is gone from you
Watch her twinkle too
© Delia Ross. 2019
His absence is too loud, too painful.
A poem of love and devotion...
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Words fire like bullets
Are you out there? I still need you.
Oh hi there! 28K woah! Thanks!
Tis the season
A Visit From Lu Part 7!!!
dancing away my sorrows
Themes of death, possible trigger warning (irony)
can't take my mind off him
I am trying to control the volcano
But still it erupts
I tried to adjust my halo
From slipping where it corrupts
My tongue not as tuned as a piano
And it dances where it disrupts
My feet unmatched the tempo
Crushing time where it galloped
But there resides love over my rainbow
And it will never leave you empty or bankrupt
© Delia Ross. 2019
'Some girls have all the luck, some girls have all the pain, some girls get all the breaks, some girls do nothing but complain'...
A 20 word poem
I might be his druidess but he is stubborn to his own demise
Part 6 of my new poetry series, A Visit From Lu
Thick is my sorrow
Oh my god y'all, part 5 is here!!! I feel like I crawled up my first hill. Welcome to level one of hell. Phew, it is hot here. Where's the rum?
Mirror mirror on the wall, who lies the most of them all?
Cast not the first stone... (super late night freestyle remorse/regret)
Put me back on the boat of love
Tick-tock (a 10 second story)
Fun fact: I have been referred to as "a cub" cuz I never look my age (forever young). The poem suggests I never act my age either and I would concur...
In my habitat / lair
Fragments of him
Her beauty is misunderstood but not by me.
A Visit From Lu Part 4
Couldn't sleep, full moon. My alter ego came out.
A micro-story in under ten words.
Regrets and sorrow
Is there anyone real out there?
Like a fucking yoyo we are but if I wanted a fag, I could pop down to the store...
I KILLED COMMENT THREADING + photos
Found my courage. It was missing like your love.
This love was his to cradle
He loves us, he loves us not
Sometimes, on a good day, I see his love. (I dipped my toes in non rhyme).
Hope is a dead star
Nothing is real. I cannot feel.
Maybe today is the day I find my courage
Written of and dedicated to my muse, Alex Eb!
I'll take the middle of try; that's where you are.
Commitment issues are his running shoes
A Visit From Lu Part 3 (new poetry series)
A 3 a.m. micropoem of eternal longing
When hope is a rainbow, where love is a window (I love him my whole soul)