Let us fucking prey


He uses so many girls to replace the one that ever really mattered. I was gullible enough to fall into his traps. But the world he creates isn't real. He's a monster.

Winter Blues

Tis the season

A Visit From Lu Part 7

A Visit From Lu Part 7!!!

Dance like nobody’s watching / 119 pounds of sorrow

dancing away my sorrows


Themes of death, possible trigger warning (irony)



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

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'Some girls have all the luck, some girls have all the pain, some girls get all the breaks, some girls do nothing but complain'...


I might be his druidess but he is stubborn to his own demise

PoeEternal Greetings on Etsy!

My Etsy shop featuring unique handmade greetings with vintage gems is now open for business!

A Visit From Lu Part 5

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?


Cast not the first stone... (super late night freestyle remorse/regret)


Tick-tock (a 10 second story)

Exiled (Again)

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...


Her beauty is misunderstood but not by me.

A Visit From Lu Part 4

A Visit From Lu Part 4

Le Vampyre

Couldn't sleep, full moon. My alter ego came out.

A Micro Story

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...

Moving On

Found my courage. It was missing like your love.


This love was his to cradle


He loves us, he loves us not

Tied To My Love

Sometimes, on a good day, I see his love. (I dipped my toes in non rhyme).

Hope Nope

Hope is a dead star


Nothing is real. I cannot feel.

The Day I End

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.