FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
I hope my love can reach him where he is in darkness, so he may find the right light
Now that I've slayed the evil, what's next?
I built a raft from my tears so my love could sail into your foreign skies
I etched a map with blood and stains made from all your lies
And drew upon her side HELLO but she’s better with goodbyes
But still my hand aptly wrote her name across her guise
And from my fears a wind took hold which carried off my back
And anchored in its belly are the cares from which you lack
And settled in the hull are all the nights that I lost track
Moments lost in time but they filled me with your black
There may come a time when it finally reaches you
A chance to recognize and understand its value
A moment to cherish what you never knew
But I already died from failure of rescue
© Delia Ross. 2019
Keith Whitley, Lil Peep, Chris Cornell, Scott Weiland, Heath Ledger to name a few... FUCK YOU BIG PHARM
Song recommendation by Lil Peep RIP
Stay in the light...
You should know that I am gone
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
To try to
Don't just hit like, read!
I see right through you and see nothing more than a tool. Congrats, you could have been so much more but you're just like any other dick with a 4.0
A very personal poem + stories + photos of my best friend who died by suicide *possible trigger warnings*
The devil is obsessed with me but the feeling isn't mutual. Unrequited love. It all makes sense now. (Freestyle midday demon slay)
If ignorance is bliss I wouldn't know it
Something like that babe...
One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
He captured me
Let it go...
I am you and what I see is me
Hello excuse me, uhhh sir, no don't go *sigh* (Are we doing digital lovers yet? Plug me in)
I told you I'm nobody
Gavin Rossdale of Bush made a promise to me this year on air, you can listen to the radio show and his promise by following the link in this thread. Worth a listen. HERO (what life is this?)
The Kevin & Bean Show recently interviewed lead singer of Bush, Gavin Rossdale.
I submitted a question to KROQ and they delivered it to Gavin around 9 minutes in of this interview. I was uncertain that they would even use my question because it is such a somber subject and Gavin was on air likely to talk about the upcoming new album and new tour. The host told Gavin that it was a really nice compliment, and Gavin replied wow, that’s beautiful. He went on to share a really personal memory and his feelings on the matter. He then directly speaks to me by saying my name (Delia), telling me he thought what I said was beautiful and he made me a promise.
I’ve been following Gavin since the early 90s when Bush emerged. I’ve been part of the alternative scene since then too, and the city I…
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Alexander warms my existence
Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
I'm so cold, where is he? He took away my sun...
Who will save the sane?
Here a dick, there a dick, everywhere a dick dick
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
One shot, one kill. Target practice. Unlimited ammo. Army strong. Wanna dance? Last chance...
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
He's just like all the rest... wicked
He may have a 4.0 GPA but he's stupid and a monster
Please see me
"I love you the best, better than all the rest..."
ABOUT ME WITH PHOTOS
I KNOW YOU'RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
I don't have anything because I don't have you
I'll take your sin lust and raise you envy
THE SILENT GOODBYE, ALWAYS FULL OF LIES. I SEE THROUGH YOUR PATHETIC DISGUISE
He keeps chasing his tail, he has no self-worth
I live and breathe Poe foreverrrrrrr (love you to death)
Eek! Some mask should stay on....
One more thing...
Questions and Answers
Potentially, the greatest question I've ever asked. A 10 word poem.
Marooned on love island
Ah, love in the underworld; sinks fangs into flesh (succulent)
A poem about S&M or guitar practice, or unrequited love, whatev...
Finish what you started...
Ending my blog on a positive light, follow the light…
For my muse – there’s only ever been the one
He evokes poetry on the tongue
He puts words in my thumb
He makes the darkness go numb
He makes the daylight come
A visual walking masterpiece
He sees through the worst of me
He lives in a world I’ll never be able to cross into
A star so bright he can pierce through –
Any structure, any crack or dark avenue
He’s teaching me how to be human too
He suffers the way you and I do
I hate it but it’s true
An archangel of the highest order –
Though probably not a title he’d gladly hoarder
I see him in a different color
Where blackness is always duller
His mind is so expanse he’s more than genius
His message is love just like Jesus 🙂
He should be my life thesis 🙂
(Fuck, he’ll probably see this)…
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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 choices
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
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)