I hope he can still see and feel her love through all the waves they both make.
Illumination
Love He Sends
I get lost in that eternal longing
Like a lonely ghost haunting
Your words, your grounds, you’re all that I am wanting
The daily daunting
The nightly taunting
In circles, my feet towards you keep walking
Purgatory or desire
Cannot distinguish if purge or fire
The written wire
The lines drawn from hell to higher
A wanton vampire
From wish to liar
His blank canvas, or missing page
Off on my own in fits of rage
The way we age
Can’t face the stage
The chance to talk or just engage
Escape this cage
I’m trying to make amends
I make more enemies than I do friends
I’m sick of bends
How he pretends
How every road has more dead ends
Though love he sends
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Ask My Heart
I take the outside, pull it in
Rope is tied but wearing thin
I have died and will again
Ask my heart just where it’s been
I take the inside, stretch it out
Now we both are filled with doubt
Tongue is tied we cannot shout
Ask my heart what it’s about
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These Hard Times
You’re free to go
Where the wind will blow
Disassemble and row
Nobody gotta tell yah so
So go on and show
What your feet can stow
Hello, good evening Tormentor
May I call you Mister?
Mister Tormentor?
Word hipster
Hard hitter
Love quitter
Still with her?
I go from tuning
To finely pruning
They say I’m ruin
I got sin brewin’
His voice is a soothing surf
Not a curse
I need him and it’s getting worse
For what it’s worth
Our lives aren’t permanent
I was born and in effect, I’m not perfect
Still mistakes you’ll erect
On display my regret
1, 2, 3, now it’s set
I’ll admit, I changed my bet
But you are dead and now I’m next
He was gone
But his eyes kept looking back
And now love was a balancing act
Her heart atrophied
From the love it lacked
It is so obvious to me concepts
But then I am gullible and miss steps
She cried so much
He made a levee
But it just keeps flooding
Her tears are heavy
There is more bad than there is good
It gets to me more than it should
Constantly pretending it doesn’t hurt at all
Restart. Repurpose. Throw it up against a wall
Reorganize disaster before they see the fall
Rejection. Redirection. He will not take a call
Taste the sin, twice the infection
Long-distance waiting, I cannot face inspection
Hours non-debating and time shows no affection
A trip to my own mind, a nightmare his direction
Everyday, I’m waking up triggered
Just today, frustration got bigger
He must exist in some galaxy far from reach;
Like my company he won’t seek
I’m stone but you cut through me like water; making me soft yet harder.
There’s a positive and a negative in everything I’ve learned; even the outcome…
I peer into my dream as if you’re there –
A hundred million reasons why I care
His words a sword cutting through stone; I guess I’d rather be alone.
Read the lines in between, I do get what you mean and, I’m not searching for a thing…
Transforming into high seas
Don’t wanna be on my knees
Or marching in an army
My dreams of him live in endless meadows
Where fears have been foreclosed
Never near the brink of extinction
Our love can never decompose
And now he’s building a nest
Right where her heart beats best
Both try to speak though tongue was held
They try to walk but they both failed
Sinners have acute senses sinning
One day she looked down at her hands and didn’t recognize them anymore.
Wounds she carries of others crosses.
Her hearts too heavy from all these losses.
Wrap me in your worlds; only want your words.
You’re always passing by
Why don’t you come inside
And stay awhile by my side
Secrets aren’t for telling
Even when we’re yelling
Secrets aren’t for selling
Even where you’re dwelling
I don’t know if he’s iron or sorcery / He’s got a hold on me
They come, they go
I’m high, then low
The trouble with worry is that I worry there’s trouble.
He yells “retreat, I am the dark”
But, he is the way for light to embark
It takes both to fuel the heart
And when it comes to love they hit the mark
“…You have to cut the cord”
“No, I can’t live without you…”
“Babe, you can’t stop existing just because I do” (love is keepsake, love is forever)
I gave you my best angles
My mess and my tangles
She said, “you finally showed up. Took the damn end of the world, too…”
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Companion Star
You’re not just my companion star, you’re my entire fucking world
Observe
300 trillion miles from Earth my love is still yours
I’m your girl
South, North, East, West
I love you best for sure
Visible to the naked eye and traveling light speeds my love
You left on me a celestial fingerprint
Love permanent
Every night I watch the stars rising like my love for you
Your name is etched on my soul true
I love you more than there are grains of sand
Watch love expand
It’s been expanding since the Big Bang 13 billion years ago
It was written so
Your lines are received
They are attached to me
You give me soul shattering earthquakes
Soulshakes, trembles, and full aches
My life leaped galaxies leaping for you
Hopscotch between your dream and mine
I’ve been gravitating towards you this whole time
The Earth is spinning because you kissed me with words
Where nothing hurts
I have never seen a bouquet more beautiful than the ones you assemble with verbs
Your eyes kiss mine and mountains tremble in skies
You make all of Earth rise
The stars are my love
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Bleeding Ink
Break the chain, break the link, don’t wanna be in sync
The way your eyes and my eyes leak
The way we talk but never speak
The days prowl on and we are weak
But life is cruel and so are we
And I guess we are both guilty
But neither life is a life free
And that is why we’re bleeding ink
© Delia Ross. 2020


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The Saturday Symphony #12 (Birthday edition) *Re-Blog*

Hi guys. It’s my birthday today. And also the 12th edition of The Saturday Symphony. How auspicious is that? Here’s a little senryu to kick us off; With Age I Welcome Wisdom This week’s three featured posts The games of sorcerers by Olga – If you’re a Tolkien geek like me, you won’t find a […]
The Saturday Symphony #12 (Birthday edition)
A very happy birthday to Jude! And thanks for featuring my work over on the Saturday Symphony! (Please visit the original blog post by clicking on the blog post shared). 👍
Rushing
Where do you go when you leave me?
Rushing with spiraling arms deceiving
Past the shallows, into the shadows receding
I feel you bleeding
Moody, violent thunderstorms in your wake
I watch lightning shatter dream into heartache
Am I all that you forsake?
Is regret the road we take?
You fill the galaxy with longing
Eternal calming
With people falling
Earth formed from fawning (and we’re still falling)
© Delia Ross. 2020





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Mad Rhymes
‘Turn Me Blue’
Sometimes I experience words as if they are new
That’s what your written word can do
Pushing and pulling through and through
Take my breath, turn me blue
Subjunctive mood
Lay it out for me in lines
Penalized
Marginalized
Revised
By your red pen, I am chastised
Twisting and burning
Your pens always yearning
Speaking of truth as if you are learning
Replacing your mask while your lies keep turning
Every single day my anger is churning!!
Lines! Lines! The devil’s crossing, the way you’re talking!
The constant lusting, a poor man’s cursing
The way you haunt me
The nightly stalking
I can’t keep walking
I’m more than drunken babble
Jagged edges traveled
I’m more than all you saddle
Or the porn that’s on your channel
Stop pretending you’re something you’re not
The baggage you carry weighs alot
Still licking your mask for all that it’s got
Worried the truth simply might drop
I go from wanting to block him to wanting to fuck –
I go from ‘I hate him’ to “he’s my buck”…
Jagged edges
Overcrowded ledges
Falling into hedges
Deserted second pledges
Wishing things I haven’t
Rotten choices maggot
Fine tuning an old habit
Lessons always absent
Why do they always have to lay on me their personal conditions?
I want to muse not defuse the hourly emissions
Confessions, obsession, next the rejection
The highs, the lies, twice the objection
Undermining and poor correction
Next you know there’s more affection
Every step has got you guessing
But no one ever moves direction
From none to some
From some to none
From birth to young
From aged to numb
From luck to curse
To curse from luck
From fast to stuck
From good to suck
I’m still finding bones you buried
Death the only thing you married
I wasn’t around love and nurturing growing up
I was a petite girl beaten, I had it rough
My mother, my sister, my father’s, they all were tough
From blood to bruises, scruff was the stuff
The frog doesn’t know until it’s too late that the water is hot
People either loathe me or they love me alot
Maybe I’m formidable or maybe I’m not
Maybe you’re alive with a heart full of rot
He left but his silhouette remains
Life is quiet where shadow overstays
Not even a whisper asks if I’m okay
All you ever give me is your poorly drawn lines. I’ve heard this excuse now a million damn times.
Stop pretending my love is a crime
Stop telling others I’m not worth a dime
It seems you’ve laid integrity on the line
Darling, I’ll win every time
Lure her where light breaks
Offer her heartaches
Remind her of her mistakes
He made his bed though he wasn’t prepared
The road she was going he couldn’t care
It seems her worries wasn’t shared
Or maybe underneath the hiding, a boy was scared
I left you like a ton of bricks crumbling
My rearview shows the void
A boy devoid
Self-worth destroyed
There’s nothing to avoid
Tear me down
Disassemble words ticking
Fingers clicking
People bitching
Darkness my gown
Sales we’re pitching
Endless ditching
Wounds we’re stitching
Anger itching
Another smiling clown
Dreams still wishing
Lies keep twisting
Sorrows non-fixing
Love went missing
Watch me drown
I can go but the only thing it’ll prove is that I’m gone…
If only forgiveness were a page to turn
All these hills are mistakes I’ve run
And I cannot change the things I’ve done
Got my enemies watching with a telescope
You say you hate me but you know I’m dope
I see you clinging to my every hope
You pray I’m drowning tho God is my boat
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Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry *Reblog*

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Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry
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Blue (Spoken word with guitar)
Spoken word!!!!!!
Blue (Spoken word with guitar)
Guys, this is me playing my own guitar and reciting poetry. I can do both! I’m terrible at both!! But I do promise to bring you some more real guitar playing with my spoken word in the future!!! I need a band so I can focus on performing the vocals for you- which is why I use GarageBand – because it’s terribly hard to play the guitar and to perform at the same time, at least for me! I hear you, you say ‘practice practice practice’ but then stage fright kicks in and let me just say it’s easier if I can just focus on performing! I also took Drama 1 and 2 in High School, have done minor acting roles, I dig improv so much, but I don’t know if I could ever do it like Jim Morrison did it. He had stage fright too. Which is why sometimes he would close his eyes or turn around. “Turn the fucking lights down” (because he didn’t want to see his audience).
I LOVE GUITAR. My depression and health issues keep me from playing (I won’t tell you how old I am, but somewhere like 420 years aged). My bones hurt everywhere. 🙂
If I can keep the support rolling in, I’m ready to move into making spoken word video. Everything I do is time consuming and you don’t see the creation process.
Anyway, I recorded this little piece for my muse last year, I probably haven’t improved much in the guitar area. I do not record from my squeaky chair though and this was live from my squeaky chair and recorded from my crappy cellphone. 🙂
I’ve been songwriting a lot lately though which means I need my hands on my guitar. 🙂
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry
Heaven’s Gate is where Earth meets the sky
I’ll get there if I try
Forever searching for a hello or goodbye
Only finding time to cry
These mountains I stumble and crawl
Every day for you I fall
Gathering mistakes for monuments standing tall
You’re my favorite of them all





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Mixed Signals
The Moon struggles to detach
The hope we lack
There’s no comeback
From mistakes we stack
This mass has gravity
You don’t know me
Forget what you see
I want to leave
Still you crave the perfect match
The plans you hatch
Always traveling the sinner track
Your heart is black
We’re dancing when we grieve
These tears we weave
Fate is tugging in-between
Our feet deceive
© Delia Ross. 2020

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LinkTree
Now you can find and connect with my projects easier. Feel free to bookmark my LinkTree, which is now home to all my official links on the web!
Bookmark this link to quickly access and find my homes on the web! 👇

(I still have a few extra links I can add, like official links to buy my book on Amazon. Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, ECT, my Mars One profile, from my official astronaut candidacy with them, and other fun link stuffs).
Wanderer
What happened to your spirit?
Oh ye reckless wanderer
Casting lies like fishing lines
Hoping any will take a bite
Where did you drop your honor?
Ye who lost more than sails
Racing by like comet trails
Wishing love was more than tales
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Playing The Angel (digiart)
Come on raise your head
Now wake the dead
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The only thing missing was some fake blood and my custom fitted vampire fangs… 👍
P.S. I’ve been painting my lips red since I was 13. I never outline my lips. Tomboyish mostly and prefer a natural, blushy tone. I also don’t want botox or lip enhancers to kill my lines. I’ve died a million times. It’s written in these rhymes.

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal #poeeternal
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Love Me Naught
Got my finger on the block
I guess it’s better than my Glock
I know you watch me like a hawk
And then you turn around and mock
I know I’m always in your thought
I’m not quite the sinner you sought
I’m the girl you never caught
And you say you love me naught

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Tongue is Sea
From the dark comes the light
From the words you write
Light is energy
Like your love for me
Your spoken word is the air I breathe
Your tongue is sea
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Loathe or Love
The frog doesn’t know until it’s too late that the water is hot
People either loathe me or they love me alot
Maybe I’m formidable or maybe I’m not
Maybe you’re alive with a heart full of rot
© Delia Ross. 2020



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Part of You, Best of Me
I lay my head down on silence like a pillow
Stiff
The dreams are stagnant
His lies are foul
My hope sluggish
I cling to love like a parasite
And without sight
Envy is black moss
Ivy-thick doubt
Twines twisting around his silhouette
I watch clouds form from longing
Rolling thunderous covetous hands
Prying into my desires like butter
The wind is brewing strong regret
Quick strikes of lightning when world’s collide
If only nightmares were soft satin slippers
One could wear proudly his crown
It’s lost underground with the thicket
I have two shadows
And not one to trust
I yield to confusion
I give him skeleton keys to my home
A disorderly garden wrought with weed
Tall are worries
Watch him stall
Even the moon grows anxious and full
If I turn quickly I might spot a ghost
Rummaging through heartache
With fingers dripping from ink and mud
Tormented by what is
And chained to never was
Or maybe that’s just my reflection
If per chance you stood near
My gravity would rip you to shreds
Our halos are dancing instead
I’ll take part of you
The very best piece of you
You have the best of me too
❤
© Delia Ross. 2020
Hi y’all, hope you enjoyed this freestyle. I couldn’t sleep. I should be an expert on longing by now… where’s my fucking degree?
Not A Word
There’s nothing that I have when I die that I keep
There’s not a word that he’s written that has not made me weep
Longing comes in floods, I guess we get what we reap
Treading flooding waters drowning where his soul runs deep
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Dew
The way he kissed her
Galaxies forming in the rearview
Nebula swarming in the mirror
All your dreams coming true
The way he missed her
Stars twinkle in the hue
The sunlight drawing nearer
His breath the fresh morning dew
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Call
Do you ever feel me clawing on your existence
Why push for truce then give resistance
You know for you I’d shut away the distance
If you call my name I’ll come this instance
© Delia Ross. 2020

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So…
Excited but equally terrified. But, I’m definitely adding ‘open mic night spoken word’ to my channel. I want to do a trial session or two before I add it to a permanent schedule on my Twitch. Cuz nerves. But, people DJ on Twitch, podcast, fitness, cook, it’s not just for gaming… 🖒
Also, I’m terrible about falling asleep with eye makeup on but I must like the messy look (hides the bags I suppose, I gets no sleeps). 😂
But Twitch is definitely a social platform and I also have a Discord now! Definitely could use some cheerleaders in my corner right now. 🙌
Be sure you are keeping an eye on my Instagram feed and stories! I drop more than selfies there. 😃
I appreciate all your support out there! Thank you!! ❤
I’m going live again on Twitch, Sunday afternoon (tomorrow)! Playing a horror game I’m obsessed with and I also had a request to play as a killer so I’ll be hopping on as a killer at some point during the livestream to play as a killer too (thanks for the request)!

It’s really fun connecting with you all! I don’t have a date yet with when I’ll do the spoken word I just know it’s coming soon!! I’m not sure how often I even want to do it, but at least once or twice per month (along with the other live streaming I do). It would be cool to add a fitness day in there too!
If you are on Twitch let me know! I am completely new to the app but I’ve known of its existence. But I have a lot to learn!
Also, thanks for all the fantastic support on my Patreon campaign this year! I am truly grateful! I am working on your rewards for September! 😍

Uhm, so I’ll be dropping more poetry on my blog too of course! But, I’ve been itching to do some vampire cosplay and October is creeping around the corner. My fangs wanna dance.
I need to get back on eBay and sell my GOPRO camera bundle set, so I can buy an easier cam setup. At the time, I spent around $1k on everything and I’ve since used it twice. 😨 I also desperately need a laptop. So, I’m definitely getting back on eBay soon and I might have a collectible or two I can sell. On top of needing like electronics, I need food. 😎
I’m down to my last three car payments! I just might get the ground kissed once I get her paid off! I’ve been paying off my car note since 2014! But the change in career paths and disabilities have made it tough! Some of you have helped me out of that pickle, thank you! Holycrap, life is extremely difficult, there have been times I know I have made it even more difficult for others, but I was drowning. But I’ve made a lot of changes in my medications and luckily the episodes have been less! Literally the worst thing I’ve done is told someone I fucking hated them online. I forgive me. Shit happens and I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t even think straight on all that shit! One pill, two pill, three pill, more! Where the fuck is the topest building, let me leap. 💩💩💩
Ok, happy Saturday and bye! I have shit to do! TTYL! 😄
Twitch POEETERNAL TV
Hi y’all! I’ve been working on my Twitch channel! 😍
Thank you to everyone who has given it a follow!! ❤❤❤
My channel now has an identity and I’ve got my nose stuck in the Creator Camp trying to learn the ins-and-outs and it is so intricate, there is still so much to learn! I have a partial schedule up, but nothing is set in stone yet, I’ll also be doing some impromptu live streams!
Creators use Twitch for all sorts of things, to livestream their cooking shows, their music, their gaming, so I don’t see why I can’t do some open mic night spoken word in the future!! I’ve got an amp, I’ve got a mic, I’ve even got a guitar! Now I just gotta find my nerve! You can invite guest and everything, so I intend to fully use Twitch for all the things. But, baby steps.
I love to game and I will be doing more game walkthroughs. And I’ve already had a request to play ‘Dead By Daylight’ as the killer, so I’ll be fulfilling that request soon! Thank you for requesting! 🖒🖒
High-five to everyone who has tuned in, followed, commented, friended, or left me a Whisper! 🙌
You can find my Twitch Tv channel under my pen POEETERNAL or by following this link: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
I’ll be going live again soon!

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Twitching
Hi. How are you? Keeping safe? I’ve been trying to enjoy my summer by going on bike rides with my dog but it’s been raining like crazy around here. He loves to go on rides and I love taking him. He turned nine years old last week.
I haven’t been blogging as much, there’s little inspiration coming in. Just feeling absolutely drained and needing a break from the blogging sphere. I’ve honestly needed a break from everything in life. I miss travel, food, gigs, friends. This quarantine sucks and isolation has actually been harder for my depression. On the upside, Twitching has been fun.
Now that I’ve got on Twitch, I’ve been live streaming more. The app is so intricate, there is so much I’m still trying to learn. I’ve been working towards the affiliate goals, please give me a follow on my channel and help me reach 50 followers (7/50 currently)! 🙏❤🙏 I’m super shy, but pushing through boundaries. I play other games and I’ll get around to showing those off soon. I’m going to live stream other stuff than just games but I’m still learning the ropes on the platform.
I just want to open up and start sharing more of my life with you. So give me a follow over there if any of this interest you. If you have an Amazon Prime account you can connect your Twitch account and then you can actually subscribe to me (but I have to reach 50 followers before I can have subscribers).
Thank you to everyone who’s been checking out my channel!! It’s honestly helping me not be so stir-crazy!! Sending you lots of love!!
Catch me on my next live stream, coming soon! 🤗






Oh Daughter, Oh Son (Song lyrics)
*Warning strong themes of depression and suicide*
If you are having thoughts of harming yourself, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255. You are not alone.
Will you be there to watch your mom die
Or will it be by the hand of suicide
Years and years of these trials
Hard to keep you by my side
Took a chance once or twice
And might succeed tonight – oh son!
Some call it paradise
But it’s a parasite
Understand what living’s like
It’s like your under knife
Want a hand to get it right
Don’t leave the world a fright – oh son!
Accept that life is might
Don’t have the heart to fight
I wear this sadness tight
Like a rope in flight
Sorry’s nowhere in sight
And I’m alone, alright! – oh son!
© Delia Ross. 2020
Y’all, I’m fine. It’s a song I’m writing, and I wish I could get the melody from my head to my guitar and my vocals. I also wish I could write a guitar solo from the tip of my tongue the way David Gilmour can. I can’t. I know maybe 4 chords. I can’t even whistle.
I’m sharing my struggles with you. Because there’s a 50% chance I might not make it out alive… dark times.
Depression is when every part of you wants to give up and roll over but you crawl on, in agony, anyway.
Some escape this despair, for other’s it’s terminal. There’s a 50/50 chance for survival. You’ll need rigorous response to recover and live with depression. Currently, I’m trying alternative treatments and therapy. Stuff doesn’t always work. Sometimes I become immune to treatments. Sometimes I disappear for days and no one knows where I am or hears from me. Sometimes they force treatment on me, throw me in rubber rooms, where it takes 6 people to hold me down just to shoot my ass up with Thorazine. Regardless if you go voluntary or not for in-house treatment, they will take all your clothes from you and your phone, you can’t have any of your books, but you’re allowed the Bible, you can’t talk to anybody, you can’t read magazines or listen to music, because there’s this underlying misconception that “stuff” can make you better.
And then no one wants to admit to having mental health issues because you get called “crazy” or other demeaning terms, and often the closest people around you, will use those terms against you when they are angry.
If you are struggling, I’m not going to say it gets better, because honestly, it gets worse. Depression isn’t about how much money you have or fame, it doesn’t care if you are broke or rich, and that’s why rich people die from depression too. But these things can be symptoms of depression. Depression can come about just because it wants to. It doesn’t take a death, or job loss, divorce, or any other event to be depressed. That’s why you shouldn’t ask people, “what do you have to be depressed about?”. Depression is a mental health illness, you’re ILL. You might need meds, therapy, short or long term treatments. It’s not your fault that you are ill. You are not alone. Hang on.
Edit to add: Sometimes depression is environmental so it doesn’t always require therapy or treatment. Sometimes it requires a change in your environment or situation. So don’t always assume a pill can make something better. And don’t push big pharma on others or make demeaning comments like, “you haven’t taken your medication have you”.

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Going Live On Twitch!!
To those interested, I am going live on Twitch at 4 PM EDT!
My channel is: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
Thanks for your interest!

Conjurer
I conjure words
Give them silhouette and form
Watch them rise a storm
Make them flood the world
I give idea method
For world’s unexplored
Breathing is only second
After pen is born
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Fold
I’m falling to pieces
Falling for you
I fold into creases
When I see your blue
I’m crawling these inches
Wasted for two
I’m still burning bridges
To get a better view
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Our Tree
I went to visit the tree we planted
The seed that fell as our hearts connected
The hope that grew as love erected
A time before I was neglected
I buried my heart where you rejected
And even left faith if ever collected
I have found peace and wrongs been corrected
The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected
© Delia Ross. 2020
I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.
In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.
His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.
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Twitch Live Streams :-)
Hi Y’all,
I hope you are well! I’m sorry I’ve been quiet in the blogging world, I’ve kind of needed a break from writing and WordPress (but not you). I wish I could put me in vaca mode, not just my email. Summer has me in outside mode (when it’s not feverishly raining) 24/7.
I want to put together a schedule for my Twitch live streams, and I’m curious to know which time frames work best for your schedule. I’ve started a poll on Twitter where you can vote anonymously, but you can also answer freely here. I am committed to streaming once a week, but I likely can stream two to three times weekly. I am on EDT, so take that into consideration.
Personally my favorite times to game are late at night or early mornings. Obviously, any time an event for a game is on-going, I will be more active. I also like to game around / after dinner time. Weekends and late evenings preferred.
I fully intend to go live outside of gaming too. For everything and anything. Maybe to show you around a park I am visiting or to read you a mindfulness book. Who knows! Florida isn’t fully open and operating yet but I’m pretty good at thinking outside of the box (I’m just terribly shy). I live in a very active touristy area. Daytona Beach is home to the famous Daytona 500 and Daytona Bike Week. We’re also famous for our white beaches and draw in all the spring breakers. We have a ton of parks around here, and for the most part, those have been reopened.
I need to start working off this quarantine weight. The gym and pool where I live are still closed. And it’s either been too hot or raining to get any bike rides in. I’m getting in a few. But I’m committed to losing this weight and getting back in shape, ugg, too many quarantine donuts and I’ve got 3 more today. *insert drool nom nom emoji*
It’s easy for you to tell me to give up the donuts when you’re getting laid. You’re getting laid and getting to eat donuts, so I don’t want to hear it. Sex burns more calories than running. And I don’t run anymore. Unless it’s to the ice cream truck in the rain. Stop judging.
Anyhoo, I’m slightly working out. I have to trick my depression into believing it’s doing something magical, because my energy done got up and jumped into a galactic black hole. Now add the fact that there is no joy in anything but eating and sleeping. And sleeping has to be drug induced, I gather eating does too. I’d literally have no energy to breathe if my body didn’t do it automatically. Breathing is fucking exhausting tho. Especially with anxiety and nightmares. I wish I could go float in the pool but no, closed. I pretend I’m floating in my tub after a half a bottle of wine.
Anyhoo, I’m kicking quarantine up a notch. So if you wanna watch me do stuff, stuff like eating and breathing, I’m getting online weekly. Yay. Stuffs to do!! And to be honest, having a schedule both excites and scares the shite out of me. I like to be spontaneous. But I also have cryptic stage fright. But a schedule makes sense in the TV world, and I understand its importance regarding return viewers. Obviously good content is important too but if I’m always going live when everyone is sleeping, I won’t have anyone to interact with.
I’d love to see my Twitch reach 50 subscribers, so drops and other in-game loot becomes available for viewers. Goals are good to have (and share).
Also, let me know what content interest you. What games are you into? Do you want to see me review games weekly? Are you into a certain genre? Would morning or night streams work for you? Weekly or weekend? Are you interested in seeing the city I live in? Are you interested in real life or gaming? I will be using YouTube live as well but that’s an entire new puppy to adopt. Feel free to email or message me privately if you prefer. Thanks for checking out my Twitch channel!
Vote on time frames here (or drop me a DM/comment): https://twitter.com/PoeEternal/status/1297573592226574340?s=09



Croon
I love you like midnight
Piercing off the moon
How even your cold shoulder
Can still make the night swoon
I love you like the darkness
Passing by at noon
How even when it’s hopeless
You make the cold wind croon
© Delia Ross. 2020


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A Special Video Message Regarding Depression & Mental Health Awareness + thanks
Hey y’all! Thank you to everyone who helped make my birthday special yesterday!! If you left love on my socials or watched me on Twitch, double thank you! I’ll be going live again soon! 😍
Yesterday, Joy for Jan, a depression awareness group, ran by two ladies who lost their mother by suicide, also published a special video message I recorded for them, on their Instagram TV/ IGTV. It’s a little over 10 minutes long and talks about the misconception that you can just “snap out of depression”. Most of us have been guilty of thinking this or asking this of others. “Hey come on, cheer up, what do you have to be sad about?”. Well that’s the thing, there’s plenty to be sad about but it doesn’t require an event to make you depressed. Everything can be going great in your life and you or someone you know can still get depression.
Check out the special video message I made for them and check out their website and socials. If you prefer, they published the video on their Facebook page too. You can view that here.
They are an excellent support group for mental health awareness.
Follow them, listen to others, spread the word. Let’s help change the misconceptions regarding depression and mental illness.
We all know someone who is suffering from depression, or we’ve lost someone to suicide, or we suffer from depression ourselves.
You’re not crazy, you’re ill. That’s why it’s called a mental illness.
And often it takes rigorous response to treat depression. Depression is and can be TERMINAL.
The suicide rate continues to rise worldwide, not just among military and Veterans, but civilians as well. Have some compassion for yourself and for others.
Practice the art of forgiveness.
Sending light and love to those suffering from mental illness and to those who have lost someone to mental illness.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Full links:
Special IGTV video message: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CEFiBIbjecz/?igshid=duiz2hc2gk8z
JoyforJan on the web: https://www.facebook.com/226987451120353/posts/925654627920295
My official Twitch channel: http://www.twitch.tv/poeeternal

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Void
I climbed into his void like a womb
Still I tell myself he’ll return soon
Months go by it’s just me and the moon
I guess my words did not make him swoon
I wear his absence in a darkened shroud
Repentance for mistakes not allowed
I hover over him like a cloud
I kick and scream loudly as a child
I trust all the the time he is a liar
And I don’t believe he didn’t feel my fire
There is no cure to kill this growing pyre
Well he went away but he didn’t take desire
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Leap
I still see you and feel a rush
I think I’m dead then find a pulse
Tell myself it’s just impulse
But heart and mind still convulse
I hear your voice then start to faint
My wings expand without constraint
Then lust and love start to taint
I leap in gallops for a taste
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Dare
I remember wonder
I found it deep in you
I remember hunger
You give me all that too
Deep beneath your slumber
Upon your dreams I chew
And if you dare to plunder
You may just like the view
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

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Noose
You tied the noose then left me hanging
You pledged for days then changed your aiming
You point your finger loudly blaming
You have no proof for what you’re claiming
Your youth is gone, you’re well past ageing
Your actions don’t match words you’re painting
And every step you’re proudly feigning
I don’t believe a word you’re saying
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
To be honest, I think rhyming gets me off. I get euphoric after I’ve pieced together a decent story. Sure, writing is hard. Rhyming is harder. But you wouldn’t see it that way if you saw me in a dizzy spell writing, sometimes pieces come together so quickly. Or the fact that I live and breathe rhyme 24/7. I think I might have an addiction, albeit, is it a healthy one? I literally write anywhere, and while doing everything. Sometimes I force myself to stop writing and other times I think I’ll never be able to write anything ever again. But alas, I’m still rhyming *sigh* and have been since the age of 12. I fell in love with poetry in the 3rd grade though, when I read an Emily Dickinson poem (I talk a bit about that in my thank you video on my Patreon for my patrons who join, so the video is still there if you are my patron and overlooked watching it. It’s been there since the beginning of my campaign). Anyhoo, sometimes I think I don’t have a drop of rhyme left in me. And then it is flowing out. In heaps. Like lava. And often with tears. My rhyme contains my soul. I lived in a very abusive environment as a child and writing became my escape. Writing was my coping mechanism. And still is of today.
My attempt at “But is it art” below… (but is it art was a saying me and my best friend used to say all the time when we’d fuck shit up. Like once, we redid a chair by putting our handprints in paint all over it graffiti style and writing “but is it art!?!). She died by suicide and I’ve never been the same. But all my attempts at art end with, BUT IS IT ART!?!




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Between Your Teeth
Those lies lying between your teeth
Lingering among our feet
Like the desperation you seek
Hopeless in the street
At what hour does forgiveness greet
Do our eyes meet?
Tell me the art of affection
Written any direction
A lethal injection
I need your objection
A bridge for connection
A poor life in question
Answer truth do not befool
Life is cruel
So bend a rule
Love this jewel
Keep hands cool
Reserve your fuel
Under trust a sleeping serpent
Midnight hermit
Mourning servant
Lessons learn it
Longing urgent
Fever current
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Still Water
Why do you take me to plight
Leading me to still water
Why can’t I be her
Reflecting from your eye like moonlight
Let me cast wishes on your soul
Under growing starlight
Like how you light my life
Got me dreaming from the cold
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Poems For A Penny ~ Poems That Are Mini
I want him to stretch out my smile until my cheek hurts
Roll around on the ground laughing til it’s worse
I want his poetry as my universe
His kisses to be my in-house nurse
I want his words instead of roses, dig?
Forgiveness for mistakes I hid
Perhaps another chance to bid
Love despite the things I did
You give life color
You are the place sadness goes to rest
Gently under midnight breath
You unchain the collar
Your tongue rushes through layers of time only to stand still!
Why do you stomp outside my gate demanding honor when your skin is made of scales?
I wonder if there is any light left in you at all?
Do you feel my love sneaking into you at night?
Or when my tears have sweetened the sky?
Is it a pen-
Or a tool for destruction?
Is it a hand-
Or a rule for instruction?
Why do you always have to be so bad?
Why do you exist only to make me sad?
Why are you always claiming I am wrong?
Why are you someplace I don’t belong?
Remorse is a little grave
Radioactive your words decay
They cause delay
Like the games you play
The lies you say
The lives you slay
I don’t hide behind pretense or a mask
I’ve got a mind to not do what you ask
If you want it first you’ll get it last
A narcissist hating me, makes me feel first-class!
Just go! Why do you always make a scene?
Your reason cruelly crafted, doesn’t mean a thing.
Life happens in gallops
The downs, the ups
A calloused heart develops
Blackened and jealous
There’ll never be an us
You’re too careless
You’ve got life but you’re aimless
Now the end you can cherish
You’re spinning on your axis
Your every lie is backless
I’m splitting from this madness
And returning all your sadness
People out there climbing, hardly trying, rarely ever hear them crying…
Don’t let the bottle sink you to the floor
Got you nailing shut every door
Every hour you are at war
The enemy is your roar
We can’t take it anymore
Eventually longing runs out like a clock that stops ticking…
She’s a pyramid scheme
Lined in fake gold and your dying dream
The way her eyes will gleam
Faking is in her bloodstream
They are tied together at the seam
He injects her like she’s morphine
She ranks him number one supreme
But all they ever do is scream
You cling to death a hardend criminal
Morally bankrupt
She has darkness leaking from her eyes
Scales and veins that demoralize
The blood runs blue behind cold skies
Quickly fallen the soldier dies
His smile is fusion
So his kingdom I’m choosing
You left me dismantled
Said there was nothing you couldn’t handle
I guess you had a different angle
You were gone by the flick of your candle
My time was fully channeled
But now our friendship has been cancelled
Everyday a different battle
Took all I had to not get mangled
Stow my fucks upon the mantle
I’ll write you off another devil
There were signs that I’m a rebel
I guess I’m on a different level
Choice is yours to revel
You’re a man that’s acting feral
Trust is like a petal
And I need to be more careful
Time is a death sentence.
Do you take the stars with you when you disappear?
Do you hide the light within your black soul?
I am a wounded warrior who fought for this country
I need more than fancy cars or money
Or the consistent catcalling of “come here honey”
Give me wonder from your fingertips, from your every word that slips
Galactic walls of poetry, moves for my dancing feet, that’s all I’ll ever need
Who or what are you chasing?
Everyday I see the man you could be slowly erasing
You move in-and-out of my life like water; you shape my rivers.
She looks cheap and worn down like an old lumber mill-
But piss on her and he’ll crumble at will!
My love, lend me your ear
Spending time with you would change the atmosphere
Do my pleas appear like flares in darkened skies
Are my hopes and dreams all the things that you despise
Growing evermore increasingly isolated
And humanity, well I don’t like it
And man and his lies absolutely hated
And to think for love I sat around and waited
But love is about abundant as God
And man only rule with his evil rod
But leave it to them to curse why I’m flawed
And when it comes to law every one is a fraud
An angel and a demon fall in love
He doesn’t want to hurt her, he can’t change who he is
Walk away he won’t let her and try yes she did
There were warnings in the echoes
Writings on the windows
-LOVE FORBID-
One day these words will be gone – life won’t exist
Time is slow but not forever, now is in the mist
Let’s rewind the details.
They line up like dogs, fisting her, inching her
Why do you love her, I need an answer
© Delia Ross. 2020


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Just Saying Hi
Vampirism for the deeply lonely existence I live
Darkness for the light I give
Forgiveness for your life of sin
Reason for my faith within
HAPPY FRIDAY Y’ALL. I DID MY MAKEUPS. CUZ BORED! I’m posting to say hi!
I’m not a model, never aspired to be. A vampire on the other hand, I’ve been obsessed with them since I was 5 (zombies too) and it never sat well with my mom who is super Christian. If you dig stuff like vampires, then maybe you will enjoy these bits of images and videos (minus the quarantine weight I’ve put on). Isolation + custom fitted fangs + a shit ton of eye makeup + snaps + edits = vampire erotica?
I hope you like them. Happy Halloween. Wait, err, everyday is Halloween!?!
I’m single and ready to mingle but there is like a pandemic going on and I’m not trying to catch the plague… literally watching The Universe on Netflix but I need to catch up on Dark. I’m somewhere in season 2. What y’all watching these days?










Gap
I once held him like starlight in my eye
But the light slowly turned to drab
And hope was a rope not an inch to grab
I watched a living life magnify and die
His breath was once a sail for my dreams
But the air turned stale with mold and dust
And hand was an enemy not an ounce of trust
Life passed me by it seems
His poetry was once a creed and map
But his words turned to curse and hell
And love was a poison for not feeling well
Between my heart and his there lies a gap
© Delia Ross. 2020



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Inquiring minds want to know!
So, Twitter banned me from doing several actions for three days but yesterday I was allowed back and I started a peeing poll right away. Yes, you heard correctly. I needed to lighten the load from politics and pandemics to peeing. Sometimes I’m not online because I’m not allowed to be. LOL LOL I’m not little miss perfect after all… 😂
I am a writer so of course I tried to make the poll interesting! And the votes coming in are amusing! So what say you, is peeing in the shower cool or not? Inquiring minds want to know…
Check out the poll and cast your anonymous vote! You know you wanna!! 👍👍 https://twitter.com/PoeEternal/status/1288134918925688838?s=09
This is likely the most important vote of 2020… 😂
There’s still a few days left to get to your vote in!! Over 40 votes have rolled in so far! 😊
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Lonely May I Rot
Beautiful though I’m not, my heart is made of gold
And lonely may I rot, I’m too precious to hold

Distance; the road I’m going
Condemnation; the cold wind blowing
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The King
No one makes me smile the way he makes me smile – not by a mile
The way he wears me with his eyes, if only you had his style
Months go by without a word like we’re living in exile
And then word the king is coming and we’re lining up single-file
© Delia Ross. 2020 (poem & video art by me @poeeternal)
I got a “like” by Bush on this Instagram post of this poem I wrote and digiart of Gavin Rossdale I made!! (see post below) *squee* (it is definitely squee worthy for one of my favorite artist to like a poem I wrote about him, I will take the love in any form or fashion he gives me!!!)

So, *tries to breathe* some of you may know I’m obsessed with Gavin Rossdale and Bush, I literally wait for hours in all weather just to get front row for his band… I drive for hours, I wait in long lines for hours (I’m usually front of line, so get to venues extremely early, after driving for hours to get to said venue- although a couple gigs have been nearby!) Anyhoo, I am full-on, fangirl. And when he’s around me, I literally do stupid shit. I forget basic greetings. I drop shit. Sometimes I curse him. Last year I decided to skip hugging him when he reached out to hug me, and hugged Chris the guitar player instead. In my mind, I guess ‘save the best for last’ but in reality, STEWPIDS. He stills loves me despite me erratic behavior, he actually touched my pants and said, “I love your pants” (they were Kat Von D leggins). Everything is a bit fuzzy afterwards. But every time I meet him I get like, fuzzy. There are many stories, but I won’t get through them all.
6 days ago Bush performed a free live gig, for the launch of Fantracks, a cool interactive stage where you can see bands perform! Seeing as gigs have come to a complete halt in reality, a live stream is the next-best-thing! Of course I tuned in for the Bush performance. But, a couple days prior to the event, a Tweet came in very late in the day, to send in video questions via email, so I quickly put together a 19 second video, but almost gave up emailing it, because the file was too big to send email even at 19 seconds. So naturally, I had to reduce the file size, without reducing the quality, and in the end, tossing it in my Instagram story creator tool, and saving it without actually sharing it, worked better than anything else I could do! Eventually got it emailed, but nearly gave up until I tried the Insta thing! I didn’t think my question would get selected, Bush just dropped a new album, I figured they’d answer those sorts of questions by fans!
Apparently some 125,000 people tuned in for the launch of Fantracks with Bush performing!! I was watching it livestream free, but it’s now available on Video-on-Demand (VOD) for like $1.99 I think. So if you want to see the preshow, the gig, and the aftershow stuff, it’s worth getting!! You’ll get to see the entire show, plus see my fan question!! Anyway, I shared just the Q&A with Gav and me on my Instagram IGTV, and Youtube (see video below)! It’s been an exciting few days!! Are you a Bush fan? Are you into gigging as much as me? Are there any bands you worship? Music is what I am living for. And poetry. =)
Watch my fan question to Gavin Rossdale below!! A YouTube version is also below! This is only my section with Gavin, he answered two other fan questions as well! Mine was question two he answered! So cool that my question was selected and answered!! I love Bush!!! *screams*










P.S. I have more photos than what I’ve shared here. And honestly, I could make this entire blog post as long as a book! It feels good to have my tablet full of Bush photos again (even if only this livestream and Q&A)! This year has been a bust! BUT THIS MAKES ME HAPPIES. And I’m feeling some inspiration tickling in these cold veins again… =)
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Things In Order
What does the room feel like after I’ve left
Are there tears of joy you’ve finally wept?
Now’s the time to take your breath
Things in order how you kept?
Does the air turn to dust and cold
And hope is breath that turns to mold?
Is the darkness you worship wonder to behold
Do you ever notice you are growing old?
Do you take these poems and place them in the attic
Do you convince yourself I’m only erratic?
Do you tell them all I’m just a fanatic
Or do you admit to yourself you’re a narcissistic addict?
Does the blood in your calloused heart move faster
Is everything you destroy a beautiful disaster?
Is love the only thing in life you can never master
Have you ever given yourself an honest answer?
© Delia Ross. 2020



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Sunspots
Feel like he gave my heart sunspots
I’m tangled up in knots
Feel like I’m ever growing hotter
And my head is full of clots
They heard the war was over
But my soul is taking shots
Now I’m prepped and groomed for slaughter
And I know he hurts me lots
© Delia Ross. 2020
I just freestyle wrote this and shared it on my Instagram but I wanted to share it here also… I really love to rhyme!






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Ice Age
You fool, my love doesn’t disappear nor the sun
Mountains don’t crumble in a day
Your heart is an ice age
Look what you’ve done
My love, I must depart this tundra
Your soul is frigid carving doubt
I’ll barely even make it out
This ice is falling under
Look fool how worn’s the tether
It’s one or the other
I cannot be her
Fuck this weather

© Delia Ross. 2020
Dark Matter
Life is only precious because it is fleeting
It’s a shame you and I won’t be meeting
Some people come into our lives only for leaving
It’s a hard lesson but where I am leaning
You’re all in or all out
There’s no middle ground to talk about
I give you my best, you give me your worst
One minute I’m free, the next I am cursed
Maybe I’m not the one or maybe I am
For what it’s worth now I don’t give a damn
For I am a lion and never a lamb
And the hand you are selling is only a sham
© Delia Ross. 2020

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