Sticking to the narrow
My heart has bends
Where deep is his arrow
And love transcends
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @POEETERNAL
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Are you around in secret
Haunting me out of sequence
For love there is no treatment
And pain I seem to keep it
For you are my weakness
My heart you just keep squeezing
Haunting me throughout the seasons
Though my heart is always freezing
And why I love you there’s so many reasons
I can’t fight the endless feelings
My heart is yours for treason
© Delia Ross. 2020
I feel like I’ve loved you a lifetime and yet a lifetime is still not long enough to love you.
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The scars on my veins a reminder of pain
The courage just to continue each day
Cuz living with depression is living under chain
You may call me crazy but I’m rather quite sane
The days are heavy and I haven’t any strength
Every foot forward the deeper I sink
The treatments are barbaric and push me to the brink
Every other year I’ve got another kind of shrink
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Point your gun, pull the trigger
Kill the need that seems to linger
Blood dripping from your finger
6 feet in, regret now bigger
Cold creeps in, heart is bitter
Mind falling, soul is sicker
Moon outside, glowing silver
All is dead yet you still need her
Peer the darkness, find your face
Feet that fell from disgrace
Second chance, her embrace
Love leaking from these straits
Disappear without a trace
Worry fills empty space
Love dropped out from the race
Wings dropping from the weights
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Blue diamonds in the sky; his eyes
A road of traveled tales; his lies
Words flow like a swell; his tide
Waiting on hello; his stride
Moments forged for rain; his skies
Shades of blue and red; his sunrise
Secrets keep him chained; his guide
Hands of forgiveness; he tried
© Delia Ross. 2020
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You say praying won’t make a difference
I say running won’t bring repentance
Now your spirit I have lamented
As for letting go, I’ll stay tormented
Walking away, I have been tempted
I’m tired of the endless bitterness
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The silence rips across my back
Like a whip of time
My soul swells with whelps
As I feel his belt
How he punishes me
Saline tears, darkest fears
Maps to purgatory
Forgiveness a dark corridor
Making sure that he blocks the door
The words he won’t speak leaves me a foreigner
A soldier in the cold without armor
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He cuts through space
Like it’s lace
This wide open expanse
A playground of fate
He gets inside my mind
With ease and rhyme
Never left to chance
Always taking his time
His words kiss my lips
The way he grips
As if in a dance
Love a total eclipse
Feel him shaking my soul
Every distance we go
How his eyes enchant
While making me whole
My eyes awake still they dream
His love always in my bloodstream
And I alone in trance
Yet he’s all over me
© Delia Ross. 2020
I mean, I sat down to write a non-rhyme so I could describe an energetic kiss but then ‘lace’ appeared and non-rhyme was done for… sorry not sorry.
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In love and war
I do confess
I pushed the test
With nothing more
Than a guess
And heart midwest
I kicked the door
With little stress
An uninvited guest
My love an ocean floor
And hope a treasure chest
With his name addressed
For the one I adore
Maybe in excess
Where vows professed
Inside poetry the decor
Words in luminesce
With my heart compressed
His blue eyes an oar
And motionless
Resting underneath my breast
A creed he swore
In bareness
His heart at rest
Did I restore
A hand since blessed
With one final quest
No love before
Now he does possess
The very best
© Delia Ross. 2020
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What did I ever do for you to treat me so cruel
Why are you a genius yet act like a fool
Why is your life a valley of stool
Why do you keep acting like you’re just a tool
Why do you stay prisoner under your own rule
Why do you keep lying as if it were cool
Why does my presence get under your skin
Why does your lie always come with a grin
Why was I never allowed to be your friend
Why do you always take my heart for a spin
Why do you consider losing a win
Why do you spy on me if I’m just a has-been
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Hate you with a fever
The way you linger
As if you need her
Yet treat her cheaper
I’m shifting focus
Straight to hopeless
No other motive
Cuz now I’m lowest
I cut the tether
Release the weather
I need some pleasure
Help me grow better
So now I’m homeless
Was that my bonus?
A final notice
These tears as roses
© Delia Ross. 2020
So, I’ll write something with a particular word and then bam she pops up doing the same on her blog. So, I’ll post a particular image on Instagram, and bam she pops up on hers doing the same. And I’m tired of watching him thumbs up her while ghosting me. I’ve blocked them both now. I’m sick of being used and abused so he can sit back and convince all the other girls that I’m the fucking problem while they all laugh about me behind my back. Yet they all stalk me. I’M SICK OF WANTING TO FEEL LIKE I WANT TO DIE. ONTO HATING HIM AND EVERYONE HE KNOWS. HE’S BEYOND CRUEL. I JUST WANT SOME POSITIVE SUPPORT, WHICH I WORK HARD FOR AND DESERVE RECOGNITION FOR!!!!
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It’s running deeper in my vein
I’m constantly crying your name
I wonder if you do the same
This feeling I cannot explain
It’s deeper than any ocean
I’m drowning on every emotion
It’s like my soul for you was woven
I’ll never escape this devotion
Isolated in ruin
My hand is always losing
This pain has no undoing
I wish you could see I’m just human
I call it the great divide
This love I cannot define
A story I cannot rewrite
I feel like I may not survive
© Delia Ross. 2020
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She doesn’t have a mind of her own
Repeating what she sees like it’s her home
She doesn’t have a clue where to roam
Copying me like she’s a clone
© Delia Ross. 2020
She’s a fucking dilettante and he gives her all the reward. 🖕🖕
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I’m not interested in riches
Burning bridges
Living vicious
Or his digits
The way he itches
Making wishes
Hiding in ditches
Losing inches
I lost interest in the fires
All desires
Walking wires
Finding liars
He’s living slummy
Chasing honey
A gifted rummy
Acting dummy
My eyes were faded
Mostly jaded
Temporarily sedated
Now I’m frustrated
I’m over his wall
Yet still I crawl
A broken doll
Hating his protocol
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The way he doesn’t care
The way he’s never there
The cold that’s from his hand
The heart that’s rather dead
The beauty from his shame
The face without a name
The weight that’s on his shoulder
While blindly growing older
The pain won’t wash away
I love him still the same
I’m bleeding every night
I’m frail from too much sight
I wish on every star
A word, or whisper far
I pray that he’s alright
He’ll always be my knight
The twist and burn from silence
My mind fills up with violence
I scream without a sound
I’m lost and never found
I’m forging my own trail
Where life is simply stale
Sorrow spreads across the sky
From his silent goodbye
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I dream colors of grey, blue, and red
My eyes open and see you instead
Every image is turned into you
Can’t escape your gravity no matter what I do
How the greys simply tug on my heart
And your blue keeps me from falling apart
How your red is like the blood in my vein
And your voice is the thunder and the rain
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Do you ever read something and feel like it’s written just for you?
Do you live in the words and get in trouble when you do?
Are they in front of you yet completely out of reach?
Does every syllable leave you without speech?
Have you ever opened up yourself to truth?
Did it leave you jaded and tearing through your youth?
Do you cling to love even if it makes you bleed?
Does he understand he’s the only thing I need?
Do you take a step even if the timings wrong?
Does it weaken you even when you’re strong?
Do your fantasies ever turn into belief?
Does reality always turn to grief?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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There are a million sunsets in his eyes
He has the deepest blue in his skies
He’s got the mark of love well-disguised
He has a tongue that leaves me mesmerized
He’s like a vehicle for spiritual ascension
Or my absolute end, did I ever mention?
And when our tether is broken there is so much tension
And I swear our love reaches another dimension
He’s the reason my heart keeps beating on
And my pen will never write him a Dear John
Nor when I hide am I ever gone
When I see his face I am seeing dawn
© Delia Ross. 2020
It’s the end of the world and love is the only thing I’ll willingly die for…
P.S. I love you
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I climbed a mountain but there was nothing at the top
I kept on going when the others cheered I’d flop
I kept on smiling even when I had to stop
I swear I love him even more than what I thought
I turn around and he’s collecting all I’ve dropped
I leave him messages underneath the rock
I thought he hates me but we’ve never even fought
We keep on eyeing each other like a hawk
© Delia Ross. 2020
You know that feeling when someone is watching you? And so you turn your head and catch someone staring a hole through you? Now move that into the virtual world and include ghosting. I can’t quantify or verify with absolute proof, but I swear he’s burning a hole straight through the fabric of my soul. We’re in hell, so I can’t turn around but I feel him on my back. And I leave him clues in my words. I live in his words. And I have a brain injury so sometimes I can’t separate fantasy from reality. And I don’t care anymore. Love Is Love. (And I stare a hole through his existence too. I feel him). Tethered.
” I always feel like somebody’s watching me / like I’m part of their property..”
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Do you remember when our words were married
Like hands we were holding each other through gates of a dawning
And our love was a thread to the world we were sowing
Every step, every fall, every poem, was the heaven we were growing
Like a vine, I would climb fields of knowing
In your dreams, I would dance and you would hold me
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountain tops
And space, there’s not enough to keep him from my thoughts
He’s got the world in his hands while my soul it sits and rots
Round and wound he tunes us up like we are clocks
And reason not as simple as connecting dots
So doubt fills my head now thick as clots
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He’ll tell you about the downside
Like it’s paradise
He’ll kill you from the inside
Never thinking twice
Watch how he rolls the dice
His aim always precise
He never needs advice
Like his life is nice
Like he’s got it right…
Like he’s got it right…
He is cold as ice
Evil is his spice (x3) ((vocals on the low))
© Delia Ross. 2020
So, it is a song in my head. Therefore it is lyrics. I’m songwriting. Cuz this social distancing is even getting to my introversion. Now that the public beaches are closed to the public, I wanna go. What they gonna do? Arrest me? Pff go ahead. I need some kink in my life. Or excitement. I can just play stupid. It helps to be cute and innocent with a bit of devil. I’m like the perfect combo. They can’t resist my smile and silliness. 🙂 I’m seriously going to the beach tomorrow. Might be going to jail. I’m boreeeddddddd
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There I am, in his line
It’s the same, as on his mind?
Put a mirror next to his rhyme
Tell me, who will you find?
I don’t care if he’s not mine
He’s with me all the time
© Delia Ross. 2020
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His love is suffocating
Like radiation decaying
He blasts it over me
It’s uncomforting
His love is like an ocean drying
But he’s not my reason for crying
He’s not even the mountain I’m climbing
Or ever wind for wings flying
His love is like a toxic spill
Leaking down a hill
Heading for the kill
A place I’d never heal
© Delia Ross. 2020
Ahem, y’all ever have someone you don’t know, just randomly claim they love you? There’s a guy I never had one conversation with message me to tell me he was completely in love with me. In hindsight, I wonder if I’m reaping what I sow. Does the guy I claim I’m in love with think of me the way I think of this guy? I hope not. Him and I, at least had some conversations together, I always enjoyed his spoken word and he even did some spoken word for me once so I know what he looks like. I know why I love him. I know why he makes my blood boil and my heart beat. I know why my soul is connected to his like a tether. I know why he makes me completely black with jealousy. I know why I long for him and cry for him. I know. But this other guy who loves me, I don’t know at all. Anything. Maybe I do. Read the poem.
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He touched me without ever touching
He freed me by also caging
Amnesia to the lies that were given
Or maybe he’s a dream I am missin’
I lived in his words where I loved
I grew, and I stumbled and I learned
I ached and I longed and I hurt
I still dance and I scream and I thwart
His love is rare like an eclipse
What I’d give to hear my names off his lips
Or to feel both his hands on my hips
Just to be a girl that he worships
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I lost everything; my home, my child, my mind
I haven’t found a thing; love, divinity, the kind
I move mountains just by passing time
I grow streams by crying from my eye
I gave it all; my soul, my love, my grind
I received penalties for giving while still blind
I told him my truth but with all cost
I was already dead, before I was lost
She knew the path that she crossed
Circling me will cover you in frost
You know the evil thing you did
You and her are plagues among the grid
Now love is something God will forbid
And when it comes to love I over bid
© Delia Ross. 2020
Just a weird freestyle y’all, I love the fuck out of him, but you probably can’t tell from this poem… and I’m invisible to him anyway.
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It’s been a minute since I’ve shared one of these, half broken dreams and poetry. It’s like I’m ripping apart from the seams. Go ahead, take a piece of me.
How foolish to believe he could love a girl like me
A girl who’s good and full of integrity
How stupid to think I had any charm
I’m just a girl avoiding harm
But the sun it never sleeps
And my heart it always weeps
But the secrets that you carry
Are too much for one to bury
I am hard on the edges
Always hanging off of ledges
He is soft as a peach
A heart enriched and simply sweet
He is a moving sea
Wrapped up in poetry
The way it moves with me
So gently
The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountains…
If only he’d given us a chance, we might have got it right.
He’s like a midnight haunting
I’m always wanting
The way he taunts me
It’s like he wants me
Taking off my clothes on some days is harder than facing an enemy with a bomb…
Their tongues instantly went in orbit around each other.
He has a different touch
It’s not layered with thorns
And underneath his surface
There isn’t any horns
Her lips turn centuries
The way he lets her hang onto forever
She burns like midnight oil
But like a wildfire let her burn
Then the seeds will come
You just sit there letting yourself harden
Where is your heart then
May I still tend?
You, you are home
Your words my magic kingdom
Your mind a wicked garden
Your voice my heart’s beacon
Why does she get all of the reward?
She’s putting lipstick on her cracks
As she crawls around his back
Any love for her I lack
I am married to doubt
My tears falling devout
Like rain coming down a sprout
I’m given out
Danger here be the heart. All poetry be in my veins.
It comes at me like three round burst
The anxiety is getting worse
The loss of hope is where it hurts
History is going to be written whether we succeed or fail.
Keep your heart open they say
But now uninvited guests have come to stay
Condemnation building like condensation.
Truth bites and barks like a rabid dog
I pretend there is life in the lie
Reason knocks hurrily like he’s got somewhere to be
I told him to get lost
I drowned him with liquor
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He watches over her carefully
She is the epicenter of every thought
Though careful is his distant step
She’ll never see him trot
Part monster, part heaven too
Mistakes go supernova
How quick he catches view
And wishes, he grants a few
If only worlds could once collide
So good will not be penalized
Where monsters have a place to hide
And following wasn’t hard to do
Maybe signs are hard to read
And little feet need love to lead
Maybe I’m not what they need
And maybe skies aren’t blue
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I let them see my truth
My heart, the reason I’m through
The many ways of reckoning
I find myself askew
I give up all for few
Chasing the dew
The call of his beckoning
Will race into view
I show them my hue
The color blue
The reasons I’m echoing
How much I love you
© Delia Ross. 2020
I love you… do you ever think I’m worthy of love too? I’m lonely. Aren’t you?
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I give a little still they need a lot
I swing for gold but miss my shot
I pull the thread, they tie the knot
I turn around then lose my spot
I bust through fears like it’s a door
I’m exposing things I haven’t before
I’ve been wandering for ages lost on his shore
And I’m terrified our country is headed for war
Many are choices yet few we can choose
And I wonder just really who could fit these shoes
And I gave him my word and he gave me the blues
And I gave him my heart now there’s nothing to lose
Been stumbling around and lost in a maze
And I’m choking on fumes that came from his blaze
Yet no matter how he hurts me the love always stays
Maybe I’m just broken and desperate for his praise
I hear so much chatter but there’s nothing people say
Yet ask them where they’re going they’ll get back another day
And I really give my all, that’s just the price we pay
It’s like we’re skipping first base and heading straight for the freeway!!
Sometimes I think a bridge is there for me to jump
And an ocean is a gully where all my hope has sunk
Sometimes I’m wise and knowing and other times I’m drunk
But mostly these days I rarely give a fuck
Patience is a virtue and some don’t know the drill
If silence is really golden, I am searching still
He is just a sleeping lion ready for the kill
And she is just a tool to help him seal the deal
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Shallow whether grave or shallow whether bone;
6 feet in a box is where you both belong.
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t like them, if that wasn’t obvious in the poem…
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His soul is like a soothing surf
And I can’t get enough
But I’m crashing around his hidden turf
Like where the tide is rough
I get so tired like near giving up
But then he shows his worth
© Delia Ross. 2020
I can’t stop writing. Pages. But none of it is in the digital land yet. Thought I’d share this freshly written micropoem tho…
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He’s there but he isn’t but he is
Like the heart I’m missing cuz it’s his
And all this need for truth and accuracy keeps me caged
But underneath the lying they’re all the same
I watch the needle shred the rope away
And minute by hour my hope will fade
It’s like I’m drowning on the words you always say
And I don’t know if I can make it another day
It’s like I’m pleading and I’m bleeding through my rhyme
And I’m screaming and I’m needing you all the time
My eyes keep leaking as the sun will rise
The devils’ always dancing to our cries
He thinks he needs them though they never satisfy
Yet one thought of me will make him high
He keeps me condemned to these tears I cry
And neither of us know how to say goodbye
Everything about them is second best
And he keeps my heart on house arrest
It’s like my compass is always pointing midwest
My feet are walking but they’re never blessed
My mind could end it, my heart won’t quit
And others tell me he isn’t it
The message broken, it won’t transmit
I’m trekking on, even if frostbit
I would move a mountain to feel his touch
I’ve cried an ocean, guess it really ain’t much
I know we’re both in hell that’s my clearest view
You can say you love them it isn’t true
Maybe one day you won’t hide your head in shame
Maybe one day you won’t treat love as a game
Maybe one day you’ll feel proud of your name
But if that day never comes I still love you the same
© Delia Ross. 2020
It’s a funky rhyme. I feel like a living dead ghoul….obsessed or maybe possessed. My rhyme testimony to my last living will…and the powerful dread of unrequited love. Don’t worry, we all die one way or the other, but this way is the worst.
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I can taste the sea in his poetry
His words leave imprints in the sand
Watch how the lines form
Scribbles of time
Narrow and wide
Just like the tide
He’s gentle and foamy
And when I lick my lips I taste his salt
I want to live on his beaches
A deserter
A far away castaway
At night his words whip across my dunes
Polishing my shell
I’m under his swell
He rides me so well
His eyes open like a sunset
And there the skies are blue
How wonderful too
He’s calling like a whale
His song travels light-years
Oceans
Continents
Under wonder I dwell
He’s pulling back from the current
When his words are rough
I spiral through chaos
Go with the flow
Where else can I go?
Deeper you know
I can’t swim his undertow
Let him take me
Washed ashore
Crawling for mercy
Crawling for more
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I felt the sound of his voice crawling through my lonely bones
He trickled down these dusty pipes
His voice echoing around my bends
Washing away where I’ve been
There’s a slight pause between what is now and what was then
Choices are graveyards that will cost you your zen
You’re at it again
When the silence comes it forms in tears
But the way he kisses my dreams it brings comfort to my fears
And maybe it’s been him I’ve been missing all these years
So I clutch to the now in case he disappears
His voice is that light that trickles through the woods
And he’s not knocking on my door to sell me any goods
And his face is clear it’s not hiding under hoods
And the messages direct, not misunderstood
He is the calm of the wave pulling me in
A warm breeze of serenity
Letting him bask under my skin
Lingering lingering in him
A mid-morning freestyle that went from a non-rhyme to a rhyme ‘cuz I’m out of control… (and so is my hair)
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He kisses me like air; there’s an urgency there
Like he’s gasping to care; and he’s everywhere
The way his fingers stare; and his touch is rare
The way he’s in my prayer; and his creed I wear
© Delia Ross. 2020
I couldn’t sleep and so I’m doing what I like to do best… writing rhyme. 😊 xoxo
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Have you ever tasted sweet innocence
Rolling in like soft thunder and how it gently nurtures sorrow
Nothing taste sweeter than forgiveness and redemption from her hands
The way the rain pitter patters it’s like her feet dancing in your soul
Those are tears of laughter now
The sky claps
She’s not a prison, she’s freedom
Your tongue was dry but now it’s wet
Your life was a desert but now it’s an ocean full of life
She has given you paradise in hell
Taste her
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Fairytale or nightmare
Heaven or hell
Common man or devil
This time I can’t tell
Leisure or battle
Sickly not well
Poison or apple
To leave or to dwell
Whole or a sample
Free or for sale
Space or a shackle
Real or a spell
So many I tackle
His shit I can smell
Tongues full of babble
Be quiet or yell
Fist or a grapple
Satin or shell
To flee or to straddle
Correct or misspell
Stand still now or paddle
The boat took a swell
Clear thoughts or to channel
Hello or farewell
© Delia Ross. 2019
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