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Labs (10 word poem)

My labs are fine
But man I’ve lost my mind

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

It’s not just in the koolaid, it’s in the water too

FYI

I not only have to fight the urge to not leap from a fucking bridge, I have to also not get committed against my will.

I made bean soup yesterday and there’s only one bowl left. Shame.

Ate half the pot in one sitting. What a gluttonous little bitch. Followed by a fat slice of upside down pineapple coconut cake 2.0.

One slice of cake, one bowl of beans left. It was a good run.

I’m still throwing my life away.

I hope I’m not next

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Trust (poetry)

My trust setting is lower than yours
Like opening sores
Instead of closing doors
I am dead for sure

I’m lost
And in despair
The maps will lead you there
Dying
Does anybody care

Men are capable of great things
Except for taking care of me

I’m so far from reach
Tongue has lost its speech
The big sweep
Got me on my knee
Locked in misery
Losing sleep

Depression is a roundabout. I need a different route!

Found my worth
Dying on the cross
But it isn’t your loss
Nor the hole in the wall
It isn’t your turf
But don’t let me go, Murph!

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

STOP 🛑 Free speech below ⚠️⛔️⚠️

The way the forest was crying. So I tossed out a homemade trail mix. I swear I hear tweets of “thank u” and cute little calming chirps from the squirrels. When I hear crow arrive, I boldly and loudly say “CROW” out my window to greet him/her. A couple evenings ago Crow said something and a kid loudly yelled “shut up” to the crow.

Also a kid violently threw away some trash and I saw a squirrel fly from the bush onto a tree – in fear.

So all things live in fear here – thanks to BLM ✊🏿

Someone was loudly playing a “pussy” song out here from their car.

Charming

An abandoned wildcat is terrorizing the squirrels. We have 6 or 7 living in the slums now.

Being homeless might not be so bad in the summer.

There was a tent but it was sold at the pawn.

Along with all the other cheap shit that didn’t mean a thing.

Been tossing perfectly fine hardback books away in the trash.

Yet holding onto some book with torn pages.

I’m to blame for the ripped pages.

I place value in things I shouldn’t.

I deserve nothing.

The weed stopped working, and God doesn’t want me disassociating anymore. Boo.

I spent a load of money buying hardware and now they decided to stop selling that hardware and they replaced it with new hardware so you can’t replace the batteries and recharge or anything like that and so like I’m just done with the goddamn bullshit everywhere including my phone

They want us to pay for the phone – and the service – and the storage – and now you need an account or an app to read or do anything

It took a shit ton of effort to delete my PapaJohns account – had to call them – took them several minutes of jerking off – and supposedly it is done. They are selling your data, to the enemy. Tracking you.

I just wanted to order pizza man. I’m done ordering pizza. Cool beans.

And then, if you don’t keep all these apps updated, they’ll just keep changing their policies, spying on you.

Bombarding you with ads “you will buy this”

Newsflash: energy is not endless like the sea. Those in power are delusional.

NASA is delusions of grandeur

America is selling sex toys in front of children everywhere, and me! It’s disgusting!!!!!!!

Fine! Starve me on the cross! I refuse to participate!

The weed don’t work no mo!

The eddies. The flower.

Long time ago homegrown lasted longer than this overpriced, GMO modified junk!

Tier 1, tier 2, tier 3

Fuck all that

And… the kicker… having to pay to enter a “medical building”

I have to jump through the hoops to get to my legal weed, but y’all are selling sex toys in front of the fucking children for “health and wellness”

And apparently on the street, they’re selling junk as well and you get sexually harassed and your goods stolen

Where the fuck did the mindfulness and community unity go!?! You could smoke a joint a be set for a good 7 or 8 hours in the 90s

Meet up at the tree. Break time. Wee

I don’t even wanna go to the movies or go to the restaurants or buy anything because everything is fucking poisoned and everyone has a goddamn attitude

And they want a 15% tip for ringing you up

Bitch, you didn’t even greet me nor were you smiling

I worked 3 jobs with a smile…

Gentrification exists

And NASA and Hollywood are the same entity. We can’t expend all earth’s resources getting to a dead planet – we probably destroyed with bombs and fearmongering

We killed off the dinosaurs too

Narcissism and nihilism is killing off everything

I’m sick to fuck of crying…

The day is starting

There was no sleep again…

“Scientists” continue to say that we are in a sixth mass extinction (new world order agenda) but overconsumption is due to narcissism.

I’m tired of environments being destroyed for a fucking shopping mall that will be a abandoned in a few years

It’s clear the enemy took over America

Give it time, the church will be selling anal sex toys for “health and wellness” too…

Get it off the icecream truck

Probably cheaper than the icecream these days

It’s all conditioning

One gen to the next

It’s a utophian nightmare

We can’t leave earth!!!!!

Stop killing her!!!!!

The divorce rate is 85%+!!!

90% of all murders happen by men!!!!!!

Wake up!!!!!!!!!

Please father, don’t let me die on the street

Down here with all these demons

“You’re gonna die of a good time down here”

WHEN!?!?!

The gaslighting 😩

Can’t even watch a film

Throwing out all my band memorabilia in the trash bin 🤩

So much moneytimeenergy wasted 🤩

There won’t be much left to bleed soon…

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Tendons (freestyle poetry)

I am boney tendons
I am without intention
I am deep in ascension
Got your attention?

Like comets missing
Circling new dimensions
I need intervention
Holy brigade of his suns

Shining light on this one
His favorite weapon
Energized confession
It’s called possession

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Postscript (contains free speech) 🫣

Holyshit, the wave is picking back up now. I’m in the eye of the storm.

I’m that scene when Trinity leaps from the building and falls into fawn mode

“Get up Trinity, get up…”

She had Neo to live for. The great anomaly. Love.

They wouldn’t even give John Jones a second phone call and it was Thanksgiving.

The real life ain’t the movies (but they made one about him and changed the most important details to suit Hollywoods agenda).

Now John has a nickname in heaven but I don’t like it very much. “LJ”

He likes his nickname but I don’t

It was on my upside down pineapple coconut cake

An L and a J

“LJ” was here

LJ (squared) (John Jones)

And if you don’t get the L reference – NICKNAME (too fucking bad)

Ask John what the L means

He will tell you

Or read some articles

I read every statement he said dying down there

Stuff from official Utah sources

Comments during the time

I READ COMMENTS FROM MICHAEL LEVITT VICTIM BLAMING

Recently a shadow formed on my wall in an L shape with a man hanging

He loves his new nickname but is sensitive to the fact that I’m yet not…

I made cake and I like feeding the squirrels and John has a new nickname

One day I’m gonna visit the caves

“LJ lives here”

It’s not even funny

It broke me

And I was dying of heart inflammation

He imprinted on me

His spirit

I want to cut Michael’s dick off

I want to do very bad things…

I bake experimental cakes instead

And the weed don’t work!

My meds stopped working!

“Get up Trinity, get up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am getting a new blog soon

This one can just exist as an archive of major fuckup disasters

New pen, new identity

New deck of cards

I did it for love. I don’t know what God has in store for me

I hope it’s not dying on the street

The good news:

I don’t actually have to jump from a bridge

I can buy a gun

🙂

(Which is better than hanging yourself with a belt in your hotel room like Chris Cornell and Michael Hutchence)

Bless

I was so upset when I learned Michael died of suicide when I was 10.

EVERYONE I LOVE IS DEAD (-)

Did I tell you that John has been saving my life

I should not have got vaccine number two after vaccine one caused me heart issues

I’ll never get another flu shot or vaccine again

How much do you love your job to push your agenda?

I’m a Soldier, going down in battle sounds better than this bullshit of self-sabotage or “committed”

I probably failed my review board as I feared even mentioning being homicidal – although it’s the reason they ask all vets at the VA now

“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”

It was always just suicidal until I was saying, “oh I’m feeling more homicidal these days“…

And I graduated to group therapy but there’s holes in my walls

“I fantasize about dying”

“It’s not a field day out here”

But it will be if the cops show up for me

(If I die here, nobody will know I didn’t want to…)

Although I’ve been blogging pretty heavily about it

“I hate it here as much as John Jones hates that cave”

LJ bless

Love you bro…

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Lie (poetry)

“I’m not good with goodbye”
I know why you lie
Your head in her smile
Making me immobile

It’s all-or-nothing thinking
Oh look, I’m sinking!
“Depression is treatable!”
Unless you’re unagreeable!

I must be some kind of fool
I’m stupid too

Sinner or saint
I crossed a line
I filed complaint
Near heavens gate

What if my only plan is to love you
Like a wild sea
I’m raging
For you to pursue

One, two
Passing out the card
On top
First
To discard

I’m letting go of floppy drives
Pulling from my back the knives

How do I reach you?
Through the fog?
No dialogue?
The sky is blue?

There are still parts of me a virgin
Like my love for you
And I fell in my youth

I sit behind no curtains
Maybe old burdens
Cold and cursing

These serpents
Feast on virgins
I want to hurt them

Still converting
God is learning

My spirit forms in verses
Satan’s not in service

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

So apparently, I’ve ran more people off again, and this time it’s because I was busy… 🙃

Busy having a midlife crisis

Laughs

Dear Edgar,

We’re the same

With love from hell,

Your daughter!?!?

With Love From Hell (new book title idea but no idea has ever been my own and Google is broken)

Still fixing the mothership and vessels

48 hours ago was so intense

In the eye of the storm now

Gonna make upside down pineapple coconut cranberry cake today (with nuts and seeds)

Gonna eat it all….

I don’t know why I crawled deeper in the hole

It’s scary down here

No one could save me

STOP 🛑 ✋🛑 This section of the cave is not worth exploring. 2 people have required rescue.

Scratch that idea

Let’s close the cave for six months and make a new map without the dangerous location. That’ll keep em out.

6 months later…

John Jones crawling around with a headlamp from his childhood because even with strict entrance rules, the management was narcissistically terrible, and though quick to victim blame, twas managements fault. He got a promotion and award for killing Jones, FYI

“Why did you put me here?” John Jones (love you bro)

When there’s so much intensity followed by so much calm.

Make cake…

With coconut milk, coconut oil, coconut flakes.

NOM

Just a box cake glorified

Whatever they did to the medicinal, it doesn’t work for me anymore.

Florida is trying to make it recreational

Which is good cuz I’m done paying the state every 7 months to enter a 🏥 building

Fucking criminals creating addicts while modifying and poisoning the goods – it ain’t natural anymore – or generationally grown. It’s lab designed and shit. Stripped everything good out of it. Waste of time and money. Money drain pit.

And if you live in Missouri, you have to pay the state extra money if you want to grow your own weed, because fuck this establishment

“Globalism will be great” they said. I wasn’t convinced in college. I was right.

Never do listen to myself

This will change

That’s the intention anyway

Over and out

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Slums (poetry and confession)

I’m down in the slums
Marching around
Counting my crumbs
Mostly dumbfound

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Two days ago I fed a squirrel.

Yesterday a squirrel grabbed my attention and brought a gang of his friends.

I fed them too.

I also added dry split pea to the seed and nut mix.

Now I got a bird grabbing my attention.

I’ll feed him too

I’m tempted to start buying squirrel and bird feed, and start spreading it everywhere (currently they’re eating my stash of food supplies) (I’m five pounds)

Stop on the side of the road, toss a bit

The city gonna start fining me for saving the world

It starts at home

And in your enemies backyard

They’re killing everything

Nihilism yah know

Psst I jumped into a deep pond

Now I’m somewhere 150 feet deep

I don’t want depth blackout

Thank God it was a full moon (I think)

It’s so cold down here a tear in my suit could send me to shock

I don’t know what’s next but the answers are coming (frighteningly)

I didn’t really have to crawl down here – but I panicked – and I did

I really deserve better than this

I think I’m learning my lessons and ready to try again

Need safe space

Where there is water moss will grow – especially when a source of warmth is involved

We can’t leave earth

Space exploration is a cool idea but that’s all it is and they go through great amounts to keep everyone asleep and hustling confusion

Astro physicist Neil Degrasse stated that the astronauts in the space station are not “in space”, he says “that is not space” and that he wants to go to the moon. He even stated the space station was “boring” and “didn’t want to do what 100 people have done before”

Let’s send Neil to the moon

Oh you lost all evidence on how to go eh

Oh the moon landing was rehearsed

Oh they didn’t have a phone line on the moon nor a way to talk from the moon to earth thus that famous quote we hear Neil say was actually recorded on earth (during rehearsal) (laughs)

So I might be moving

Onto the street

Come April 1st

Or, doors could be opening for me

There is no plan B currently

There is only isolation, packing/donating/selling/trashing my entire existence (minus some things I find valuable and I’d rather bury them in the dirt than tell you what they are)

I still sleep with my bayonet 🙂

I kept my vegan makeup and new closet items

And I’ve since added 4 new pairs of leggings to the collection (giving me 6 new pairs of comfies, nearly a week’s worth)

But some cause cancer

Laughs

So been hunting all cotton, wool, leather for wearing (sorry not sorry, natural does not hurt the eggs or delivery goods)

I’m not interested in memory foam no matter the name or price

That shit is toxic

Soon, the furniture will be removed from the apartment

The deep cleaning has already begun

I may need a shredding session like WaterGate

Only… I don’t know what files to keep or shred

People are dead

The deeds no longer matter

How long do you keep a receipt

And the looming tax files are the only thing I know for certain I should probably keep (medical and military records too)

Aside from that, I’ve got memories from folks and family I don’t want to remember

Or maybe I do

But all these things got to go

Things I’d like to do:

Yep so that’s about it…

Happy depression 2023

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Offer (poetry)

There the offer stood
Like humiliation in the door
I guess life ain’t good
Unless you’re in a brotherhood

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Apparently the thing I was fighting for does have value.

Most everything else that was gifted to me was cheap, fake shit.

LAUGHS

Jumping ship

To where, to which?

To be continued…. (praying)

“Don’t let me go, Murph”

“Don’t let me sell, Murph”

Great time to sell, not-so-much to buy.

Couldn’t really turn things around.

Sometimes nurturing old faithful is the better (and less expensive choice) (lesson learned after much research)

3 too many doors too many

I’ll chill here awhile

God: “what are you doing out here, it’s been ten years.”

Me: fuck the god damn doors, they all lead to hell…

God: “come inside”

Me: I’m fine in purgatory thanks

The noise is sometimes reduced to soul screaming only

“I talk to dead people”

God: “I made hot chocolate”

Me: why didn’t you say!!!!!!!!

*crawls inside*

Did y’all know the Bible that has been re-written many times (red flag) is actually Luciferian

Tis is…

The earth is alive

We spawned from here

Nihilism is a plague

“Too many men” according to Asian science (with malicious intent and purpose)

Narcissism is a plague

Sold/donated/trashed nearly 44 years of my life

Was gonna sell my uniforms but probably outdated and old (tho some new lol)

But not old enough to be vintage sought after

Just basically obsolete because gentrification exists lol

Once the uniforms are gone, I’m completely lost down here

Can’t even take my training with me when I die

Welp

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In Case (poetry)

I tried to shake him off
He wouldn’t go
He’d only flutter
And bop around
Organize the clutter
Prepare for undertow
“I love you” he will mutter
In case I didn’t know…

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

He’s a very clever otter and must have been one in his previous life. He doesn’t mind my storms. He collects the debris to build a stable foundation and home. 🦦

New writing game. Write a poem about my mistakes. Tell the world.

Eminem made a name of himself being a fuck up and Edgar died on the street and I’m somewhere in between of I don’t know what’s next for me

So there’s your theme 🤪

I am dealing with some serious real life issues and it seems the devil enemy has got me surrounded

“I hate it here” John Jones

Hear, hear

All the shops are closed. I’m having a meltdown and they’re enjoying a 3-4 day calendar holiday that they invented

This timeline isn’t real

April fools because 13 months originally

When I realized two weeks ago that the entire world is not on the same calendar and Ethopia is seven years behind….

I sold my TV 📺

I have 8,000 photos scheduled for deletion

My best friend got rid of everything before she offed herself too

I just wanna move…

From this building to another off property and preferably out of city

I know it’s asking a lot when I don’t deserve anything

Or maybe I deserve better things

Than the things people monsters have destroyed

Turns out they look a lot like family and friends

I dunno, they’re all dead to me

I’m trying to ghost Apple

But I’ll likely have a comeback

It’s why I’m fighting for my life

It’s called will

Once you lose your will to survive, the mold will get you

Especially if your foundation was built on a swamp and is ran by an evil Chinese dictator overlord slumlord

GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY, DO NOT PASS GO

If globalism is the reason, the land keeps going up and all the taxes, then please for the love of fucking God, stop immigration

Living in a tent soon (if I’m lucks)

Ohhh tent never used – going in the to be sold at the pawn

One less item to worry with jumping ship

CMON John Jones! We getting da fuck outta here bro!

He ain’t been saving my life in vain….

(If only my therapist knew I was communicating with the dead)

(She knows about the holes in my wall…)

(She understands why the sex toys being sold in front of the children triggers me)

(Cuz I was sexually abused as a child)

(“Oh”) *quietly sobs*

The sins of the Father 🤩

Satan is the Devil ran by an evil Chinese dictator

I mean, I wrote a love poem.

It is the end of the world.

His love is the equivalent of “stopping to smell the bloody roses”.

I like when he cleans me hypothetically.

“You’ve got some on your nose…”

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Warn (poetry)

This must be what it’s like for God to mourn
Fall down with thorn
Hope stillborn
I’m here to warn

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The sign read: buy, sell, trade. But the sign was a lie. I plan to return and pass a note to the demon owner: it will flood again.

LAUGHS

“I’m only doing trades right now”.

I can’t wait to pass him a note like a little kid from school. Gonna skip off too.

He’ll be watching his monitors for weeks in a panic. Thinking I’m unhinged.

Laughs.

“The floods will come again”.

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The Devil’s Hangman (mini rhyme & confessional)

There’s no ethics stored in science
And complaining is not compliance
I’m in hell on the wrong alliance
Now switching teams without guidance

Father is a predator
“I’m not good with metaphor”
Lies spun from the tongue
Feasting off the young

I’m so far segregated from my family tree
My neck is hanging

This place is cursed 🛑✋🛑

I’d rather live in a box
Out in the boondocks
Hunting with the crocs
Open meadows, zero locks

I hate it here
The neighbors in the rear
The cheaply atmosphere
Acting fake when not sincere
The fights always near
The loud knocking dear!!!

I wish therapy came with a cleaning course, demons have no remorse…

Like princess and the pea, I woke up with a needle under me….

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

So the reason I am so sensitive to sex toys being sold in front of children is because I was sexually abused as a child and my therapist kind of brought this point up to me yesterday, but it was a revelation point – like oh – I started crying.

And I am extremely triggered being exposed to sex toys especially when teenagers and children are around (my recent experience at the mall for example – I’ll never return). Humiliated and frightened to death. I don’t even own sex toys. It desensitizes the area. It’s Satanic (sorry not sorry) (manmade not of original design or use)

That stuff was always behind 21+ adult stores – behind black walls – the secret backrooms have become open orgy in the street.

This isn’t the same country I fought for. My values don’t match with what’s being forced on me.

My therapist has seen the worst of me and is proud of me. FYI. I’m like okay but there’s holes in my wall…

It took a lot to stop disassociating just to figure out what my values were and I know that they are not being a band, groupie propaganda whore, or sex bot

I have done some stripping in my life yes. But I was terrible at it. They all wanted more from me and got pissed when the answer was no. Pretty bias exists. The money no. I was rated a 5 in my 20s. Laughs out loud.

How to get rid of mold? Evacuate the premises. Don’t build on top a swamp ran by an evil Chinese dictator slumlord.

Gentrification is a thing, and the Fair Housing act just means this:

Society is a scam

Base pay + give it time and they will start charging to wipe your ass

So forced to live in deplorable conditions – where white lives are in deletion (check the census asshole, it’s not just how people are reporting)

Black Lives Matter!!! White lives don’t!

Yay!!!!!!!

Being on fixed income doesn’t mean one can’t pay rent but now they are including all this other bullshit to keep people out 🚩

Who the fuck wants to pay $95 a month for cable reruns when the Internet is free?

Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $250 a month just to park their vehicle where they live?

Who the fuck wants someone else controlling their electricity and the temperature of their home?

The rich gents do. Gentrification. The Fair Housing act is bullshit.

Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $40 a month just to have storage space? Oh yeee a garage! That’ll be an extra fifty please. Go to jail. Do not pass go.

And… 100k in insurance for the cheap shit I no longer own!

$100 app fee ($25 in the 90s, it keeps creeping up each year) + now an additional $200 “admin fee”

Tell the pedos to get fucked

I’d rather live in a box

Than under BlackRock who are taking ownership of all the major towns and cities in the ungreat state of Florida, which has quickly turned to shit like California and New York, because the immigrants have fucking ruined it

I said what I said

Narcissism is a plague

Dogs were made in a lab in Asia and now they want to charge you for owning one in your home because pet rent you know and slavery

I hate living here as much as John Jones hates that cave

The map is hangman everywhere I go

And now they are fucking with the Second Amendment and trying to take our guns. By creating rules on who can own one if plagued by a mental illness (that they caused). Just like they changed the definition of a woman to benefit man. Anything to get closer to the children. Porn could be censored like our free speech. The way Elon Musk can censor a picture circulating of himself that he don’t like. Too much control and power. They don’t believe in God and they think they are gods. Just like they edited the Bible to suit their agenda. Condition you, change the rules. History rewritten before our eyes. But as long as you keep hitting your vape pen and being poly cuz lgbt is a cult and Satan is in society.

This timeline ain’t even real. Manmade traps to serve man only. They fucking hate women being in charge of creation and are destroying everything and plan to edit dna and rebuild a new earth where they are gods. It must end. 90% of all murders happen by men. Honeybees have a 50% reduced lifespan now thanks to gene editing. Human population is also down.

Doctors aren’t your friend. I’m not here to make amends; judgment hour: angel. What’s hard to comprehend? It’s hell or ascend.

Follow me if you wanna go off map and get lost….

RIP John Jones (as above, so below)

(What’s happening to me, happened to him)

Patterns are key to survival. Don’t ignore warnings or red flags.

The Great Void isn’t real. I want it to be but then I studied it. It’s made up to fit their expansion model. The Big Bang isn’t real. Science is fake. “We create our own reality”. Computers can’t feel. Please wake up.

I sold my TV.

I might be selling my military uniforms, but then I think oh my God, how fucking suicidal am I now

It’s this or the mold

I’m trying to escape gravity

Mold comes from the deep void

But the void ain’t real and we can’t leave earth

Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct

But now the honeybees are at 50% half-life thanks to science 😍

I watched a demon toss a live tree in the trash. Christmas is over. No remorse. What’s next to own and/or destroy? Fuck the poor. Fuck the white.

Fuck Native American too

Asia number one

Hurry die

Checkmate

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I live for God now (poetry in 8 words)

Tender mercy
Sharpening knives
Overwhelming worry
Ending lives

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I apparently don’t believe in abortion or euthanasia.

“Thou shall not kill” hits differently for Angel Baby.

Non stop worry and crying followed by a dopamine boost of milk, cinnamon and sugar… left before my free refill, welp… (and left crying lol) (also learned I’m not into normal things)

The little mutt may be a Frankenstein made in a lab, but he has a soul and a heartbeat, and I’m not getting in the way of God or his plans and whatnot.

So I have a hellhound in this timeline. He hates it here (this location) as much as John Jones hates that cave.

Hear, hear

The crows were never here the prior four years.

Neither was BlackRock – who took control of this building

I need out the city

The Titanic is sinking overrun with racism and murder of white folk by Black Lives Matter but white lives don’t

Check the census. It’s not just how people are reporting stupid.

“So you don’t believe in interracial marriage”

You can marry who you want but I don’t want to live in a predominantly black neighborhood ever again…

I’m autistic angelic

I curse and say “autistic”

I’m gonna get committed

The enemy is in a white coat and White House

My mama think I got a “dirty mouth”

Over and out…

To those still lurking, thank you. Maybe one day, a night bloom.

Hell is freezing waters. Heaven has daughters.

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Let the Moon in (poetry)

Would you let the moon in?
She’s out there charging
Soul for sin
Must be a bargain
Losing spin

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Photo from prior year (sorry it wasn’t stolen from the Internet is dead)

Postscript: I gained a pound. 111 now. Gratitude.

The house is full of food and ghosts. Spirits and curses. The crows gather around.

Everybody is serving Satan.

And I’m suppose to just sit back and smile.

New lines are forming on my face.

I just had another EKG and xRay completed – doc musta saw something cuz has ordered and scheduled me another echocardiogram.

I have so many appointments this month – all over. Deland. Lake Nona/ Orlando. Daytona.

But I gained a pound. A GOOD POUND.

I don’t want to die.

Still fighting the good fight.

Like our dear John Jones, I crawled so far in the hole.

The Good maker blessed us with 100+ years.

Neo if you’re out there…

If you can read this…

Trinity down

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We’re Sorry (poetry)

We’re sorry
That profile is not available
You thought love was unfailable
We hope you feel terrible

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Edgar Allan Poe died on the street because of this bullshite

He didn’t make it past 40 without love (which happened to be his blood cousin – not through marriage – but blood relation – uhm incest)

I’m gonna throw up 🤢

Still. He is tattooed on my bone. And skin

“Earth is lying”

A constant reminder

I’m just a former shell of all I could’ve been

I hope somebody in heaven still loves me

Closing shop but still sinning at my private clubhouse where it seems the Devil and crows have gathered

I don’t find the crows ominous at all

They bring me gifts and blessings

I crawled deeper in the hole – cuz I don’t know how to leave well enough alone – and I’ve never been more frightened in my life

Edgar was a Soldier

The enemy is in the White House

“I’m that program in the system doing what it’s not suppose to…”

Literally programmed to make a mess

This is why heaven is empty

Nobody wants me here

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Ghosted (poetry)

I’ve been ghosted again
Rambling
These feet catch wind
No shambling
I’m lite as sin
Soul gambling

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

This is the way God wants it

I’m convinced

He wants me focused on healing ❤️‍🩹

Course correcting

Plugging the ship

Making soup with thangs he grows

The earth has veins and we’re mining her and that’s why sinkholes form

The Devil wants to destroy everything God made and organic

He loves synthetic

The Bible has been rewritten so many times that you are actually serving a dark entity. You are worshiping the devil.

And a false entity

I’ve made so many mistakes

Got a new identity

Getting the apartment back to a shell

I look like I’m moving in or out of hell

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The End (a poem)

I know why everybody’s gone, halfheartedly
The Devil is a finely-tuned mistake
Just off center front stage
Sitting in a black box
Drinking champagne
His eye a spotlight

He keeps a letter in his pocket
Dark corduroy lint free
He smells of oak and pine
And her expression is a look of expectation she will never meet
He finds her in the most desolate ruin

Out of breath
Wasted time
Ready to die

Regret is a curtain pulled aside
And she dances with fury
He’s convinced the moon is under her spell
Gazing
Engorged

She prefers the clouds her audience
The quiet solitude
Where destiny won’t find her
Where broken promises and debts will never be paid…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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Priorities (poetry)

He’s taking phone calls
Then running back to me
His rules, his protocols
But don’t have a skeleton key

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

WARNING BIG MOUTH BELOW

I’m sick of being quarantined. I’m sick of dying. I’m sick of the VA murdering me.

I’m crawling through hell to stay alive

Not getting phone calls. Don’t know his Twitter. But he need me to know he’s hot and after.

I would be hurting less with his cuddles. But nooo zombieeeeee

And he wanna punish me for getting stuck

At least John Jones’s brother said “I’m not mad at you for getting stuck” and he never saw him again after that

My sister died and went to hell with me mad at her

I’m still mad!!!!

I need to escape the Matrix. I don’t wanna vote. I need a small field. To grow things or die.

I do have a bunch of doctors appointments coming up, I fucking hate the Hitler deathcamp I’m trapped in

I don’t know how to escape the regime

Without leaping into the singularity

I would like to die in his arms. Just him.

The Devil is coming after me hard

So turns out he had trouble messaging too

Which means he didn’t block me

And all those other thoughts that followed after were untrue

“He was bored”

“He didn’t like the topic”

“He wanted to punish me”

WHAT DIDN’T I THINK UP

I don’t know anymore if people are being emo or if it’s the algorithm

I JUST DON’T KNOW

I absolutely did not block him from communicating tho – and he was blocked for like five minutes on my fucking phone

And he knows why

HE KNOWS

HE SHOULD NOT HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS TWITTER

Don’t even need to say it

🤐

He wants me to know about the life he’s living that I’m not allowed to know about

I should probably cut my dead ends off but fuck it I’m almost dead

And I like looking like a mermaid

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The Smart TV (freestyle morning rhyme)

The Smart TV
In the trash
Propaganda machine
Gone in a smash

Glass flying like a limousine
Zero backlash
Fuck quarantine
But I am marching last

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Yesterday I carried the Smart TV to the bin. It’s stupid. The Internet is dead and ran by an algorithm. It should be made 21+. It’s full of propaganda, porn, and predators.

Walmart is selling sex toys in front of children – and online too in the “health” section.

This is not healthy or good. Growing up all my life, that stuff was found in Adult 21+ stores only.

Now I’m exposed to it shopping for essentials. I don’t own any toys. I don’t want to see anal plugs next to Lava Lamps or in the “health” section. Porn has destroyed humanity. FYI. I know you don’t care. 90% of all murders happen by men and since 1970 68% of ALL LIFE has gone extinct.

It’s synthetic everything now. Can’t even find some cotton from my hometown. I feel a stranger in my own land and country I fought for.

It was always the dollar tree, always. That junk was never worth more than pennies. Fucking GAWD. IMMIGRATION

I don’t want any part of toxic America society which has been destroyed by our enemy through globalism and narcissism.

I continue to receive the rainforest in my mailbox to eat at places or to shop at places I will never shop at.

I can’t opt out anywhere from anything. It’s toxic and sick.

They are trying to commit soldiers who are going after 100% disability for mental health through the VA.

I will go all Hannibal Lecter on your ass. I will. God knows. 👀

The suicide rate continues to increase among veterans and military because the OER’s and NCOER’s aren’t matching the Mission statement or what’s going on in the real world

I’m very depressed and suicidal but you’re not gonna lock me into a fucking jail cell because I don’t agree with this dictatorship society and never have

And now when you go out and about there are a bunch of desensitized GenZ and Millennials who only care about instant gratification, quietly quitting, or the LGBT community.

I am quietly quitting society

I’m not gonna sit back and let the enemy commit me for what they’ve done to me

I’m leaving here soon

This identity

It’s all gone

Back to reading books (I still have yours with ripped out pages and I’m still speaking to ghosts)

They want to commit us…

The rubberband is gonna pop

They keep pushing us and FYI we busted our ass more than any generation alive – with nothing but scar wounds to show for it – and they want to commit us – instead of paying us compensation.

It’s sick what the enemy is getting away with because the Millennials are so emancipated

I’m trapped like John Jones only I currently got a toilet which is now under BlackRock ownership

There’s no rent control out here

They are gutting us from the inside with policies that do not fit America

Joining an app or signing up for an account just means they are going to sell your private personal data and you can never fully leave

I CAN THO. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME WATCH TV

I’M NOT ANSWERING SURVEYS TO TRAIN THE ALGORITHM

I DO NOT LIKE ANY OF THIS

SUICIDE IS HUMANE

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Warm Milk (poetry) *NSFW*

Crows and raven patterns
Demands he’s going after
Rings as full as Saturn
Kissing under lantern
Unholy laughter

Coffee with warm milk and dark chocolate
Hearts come with broken lockets
Empty picture frames not flawless
I have skeletons in my closet

I make him feel all the senses
Dizzy jumping fences
Climbing towards defenses
He needs me endless

He’s possessed
Or the letter was written in blood
Signed and scribbled with mud
Let love manifest

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

“I don’t want my kids to see this” 💋

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A Letter to John (freestyle rhyme)

John,

Prayers for insane. Payers don’t get blamed. Layers for the game.

John,

Doomsayers say. Favors come with maim. Strayers have timeframe. I counterclaim.

John,

I have nightmares. Downstairs lost your way. Wares have minimal wage. Flares now come with rage.

John,

Affairs decay. Players turn the page. But what of you became?

John,

I’m not okay.

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

John, I haven’t forgot you were crucified upside down for Thanksgiving. Worst way to die. The very worse. “I’m spitting” hear, hear

Your story is a guidepost for my own wrongdoing.

I can’t get past the, “I thought it was going to open up”

“Yeah, we took that off the map. Figured people with common sense would know dusty means don’t go”

I want to rip his fucking dick off with my teeth, I mean Lorena Bobbitt cut her husbands dick off with scissors and they’re doing fine…

Just saying

Michael Levitt murdered John Jones

Psst… John is here. He’s refractive.

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Everything’s OK (the best I got) (freestyle rhyme)

“Everything’s okay”
The sky is grey
The streets are flooded
May sound cliché
But hope cold-blooded
And hell to pay
My faith is studded
And he is my valet
The Devil mudded
Dirty like the clay
He won’t sound thudded
Rotting on display
His position rugged
New earth to survey

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

RIP JOHN JONES

New Christmas fitness skates by Dolls Kill

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Christmas Wishlist (short rhyme)

Large dose of ginger
Ugly sweater for winter
Empty frame with picture
His kiss December

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Naughty Santa Christmas choker by Dolls Kill 😌

Freestyle before I lose power 🙂

I wasn’t ready for Halloween to end lol but I do have some Christmas items arriving soon – they made it to Orlando. 🙂

Veterans Day is tomorrow but the streets might be flooded and I may be homebound and required by law 🙃

The lights have been flickering on and off so storm Nicole is near (I think that’s her name)

Florida does lose power

I’ve lost it for a week at a time on two occasions where I live 🙂

Not ghosting

I’ve been really busy in the real world but I do have some cute lingerie sets here already that are not holiday themed – as well as a halter and booty short set that sold out on Dolls Kill – in a small – that fits!!! I do wanna get proper photos in these things.

The halter set is vinyl. I wanted it in red. It sold out. Was lucky to get the mocha – in small – and it fit. Yay! Pics soonish! 🤪

It’s just… I’ve never had Christmas lingerie before – and my package is nearly here 📦

As far as I’m concerned, Christmas started when my skates arrived – and fit!

Was lucky to score a pair at all!

And I absolutely adore these. Kinda unisex. Fits my goth grunge style.

Like the bat, I am the dark

Oh, remember how I said we need to enter a black hole feet first

John kinda took it literal and is leading the way

He is the closest to the center of the earth

Where do you think the Sun is falling?

Even NASA (if you believe) stated we were 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than previously thought

Yeah because the math is wrong…

Management should have been replaced when two kids got stuck at Nutty Putty cave – but instead they decided to make a new map that did not feature parts of the dangerous cave and re-opened it for John Jones to get stuck

He owns that cave, that’s his ship now

Him and Earth became one

She accepted his sacrifice

And feet first we go…

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Plan (freestyle rhyme)

I have a plan
If I can get it to stick
Keep missing
My own target

Maybe God’s middleman
I feel a lunatic
Roaming without land
In a panic

I give a damn
Lost without yardstick
Devil where lie began
Evil is arithmetic

I have eyes to scan
The earth they turn to scarlet
Dividing when they can
Label me a harlot

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Should I start over under a hidden identity with my face and tattoos never shown? And my opinion never disclosed? It seems I would have better odds if my mouth were closed.

John, what are you doing down there?

“I thought I was somewhere else on the map”

It’s November. John died in November. I’m grateful I can remember he was murdered.

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Position (freestyle rhyming poetry)

I live somewhere
On the outskirts
You won’t find me
Where his position asserts

I’m not responding
To alarms and alerts
Even when I’m craving
All his bloody desserts

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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The dead-nosed reindeer (poetry)

The dead-nosed reindeer
Will change the atmosphere
From cheer to fear
Instant in a light-year

The cynical snowman
Like an evil program
Hate will last a lifespan
Sin his piping plan

Dead to me
Like your Christmas tree
Presents for devotee
Rotting disbelief

Doomed dessert
Black your soul convert
I’ve seen them at work
Make you hurt the worst

Goddess of gloom
Now in the room
I come with doom
Prophecy assumed

Hollow pumpkin shell
Endless souls in hell
Can’t help myself
Hate is heartfelt

War of the roses
Love decomposes
Lies is where his nose is
Overcast is ghosted

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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Location (freestyle poetry)

My location is
The light from chandeliers
Knelt down
The thorns around your crown

Need the heavy glow of moonlight
The deep trails of twilight
Your words gives me appetite
Open wounds for sacrifice
Redemption on the dark side

His expression was burning like a sun
I wondered what had I done
Sundown soon
Turns out –
I’m just someone!?!

Hello Unicorn

Spooky tales
And wishing wells
Parables in parallels
Devil sleeps
In nine hotels

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s Halloween y’all. I bought skates. I’m glowing. Another heirloom, so hope they fit.

Conversations with Millennials be like:

“Have you ever hung out at a Mall”

“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GENX AT ALL?” 🫢

I beat Mortal Kombat on a quarter with a line of people waiting and watching me at the arcade with SubZero against GORO

My mom was a bitch but I beat the game on a quarter.

No easy task.

END OF.

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Dear John (poetry)

I don’t know how
To get out of this trap
There’s nowhere to plow
Unmarked territory on our map

But you’re my guidestone
The provisions you provide
I want you on my backbone
Like heaven is on my side

Did mother earth loosen its grip?
When upon heaven you did slide?
We’re in a fellowship?
There is no divide?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m dropping Halloween sets on my OnlyFans. Some people like my poetry and photography and that keeps me going.

I like exploring who I am this way.

The safety of the veil.

Fun fact: I’m actually an extremely skilled combat medic.

Trained to kill and to heal.

Dangerous combo ⚠️

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psst… he’s down here with me, he’s here, and he still wants out. He doesn’t try to stop me.

“I want out”

“I hate this cave”

“My legs hurt”

“Why did you put me here”

I’m still fighting for my life but I got a toilet

“I talk to dead people”

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Flew (poetry)

There were times I flew in like a tree hammering a window in a winter storm

The wind so loud you couldn’t hear the glass shattering

I called to him and he ran over transgressions like they were wounds

Now they are gone

Buried like the dead

I can’t give you something I never learned
Forgiveness…
And if walking away is what you do, it’ll never be earned

New photo of @poeeternal

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Postscript 👇

I got folks fleeing left and right but I also received a nice message from someone who said they’d be a future subscriber on my new OF

Plus, I got my first subscriber when I was off sleeping

And so that’s inspiring and worth focusing on instead

They say they like looking at pictures of me 😌

I like making them for y’all

I don’t like digging through the web for stock photos

I took Drama in school and college

Not to mention I have a nut addiction and my detox medication isn’t cheap

I’ve never been able to dress like a girl lol

It’s always been military uniforms and boys tees

I like getting to explore who I am through words and photography

I’m glad I have an audience

I prefer a small crowd

It’s more intimate

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Warmth (poetry)

I know how much you like the warmth
Crisp morning air circling

I see your light
It’s the same as water sparkling

Pale moonlight
Blood and roses

Our poetry
Going through osmosis

Severed wings
The way God approaches

He won’t kneel for me
I’m beyond explosive

The frothy sea
I love him helplessly

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m still organizing the clutter inside my soul and beyond…

I’m a vampyre. Got the elite blood from the elder Gods. Authentic. They can’t corrupt my DNA. 🤨

The Devil tried to kill me and I slept the fucking year to heal. Doing warrior thangs. Reverting back to what the Army taught me. And sometimes wounded warriors need a long time to heal cuz they get the worse wounds in battle.

I told you I was marching around the trenches and now I done got myself stuck. 

I’ve been praying for answers, some of them I answered myself.

I’ve been disassociating for years. Maybe decades.

The evidence clearly shows.

My new self motto: “I don’t know how we got here, let’s just fix it.”

And when you start fixing holes in your ship, more will appear.

Don’t panic.

Find a way to plug the hole and abandon dreams if you must.

I know. Hang on. 

The waves will be harder…

Don’t jump from the cliff.

Don’t give up.

If you’d like to support this blog or my poetry, I’m on Patreon! Thank you for inspiring me! ❤️

Thanks for giving this old gal a chance.

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Canyons (mini poems)

He won’t talk to me, he won’t acknowledge my existence

But crash his gate with a comet, and there won’t be any resistance

Did you know his shoulders rise like limestone
Rugged and sky-piercing
Grizzled and grey
His eyes a jewel-blue stream
Heading for my wonder

Do you know how deep the canyons were that I carved
Running from you
I know now how deep it runs
When we love like we do

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I don’t think the Mall should be selling adult toys. I went in for a cute hat, now I’m traumatized. Anal plugs and vibrators right next to the Lava Lamps. 😑

There’s nowhere left to chill or shop.

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Breadcrumbs (poetry)

I transcribed your dream
The message read: BE STILL
But there could be a landslide
On this hill
Careful where you’re putting
Down your gear
And maybe ground your fear
Just be still
You need courage
The end is near

I love you.

I’m living in a parallel universe
Four simultaneously
The search for purpose
Only finding curses
Weathering leather
And bloodied verses
Unholy wishing
Gaslighting nurses
Controlling lightning
I come through circuit
Rarely truly surface
Far reaching
Angelic
Though sun a furnace
The Devil’s hand is sternness
I’m too damn earnest

Homeostasis
The racist call me racist
His poetry as an oasis
I’m running out of patience

Invite only
I’m growing lonely

They’re planning an invasion
The Asians

It’s like he’s pushing me to the edge
So he can follow suit
And if I leap from the ledge
It’s something he’ll pursue

Dating is like trying to find the least damaged item at the thrift store

“Problem loading content”
Not sure where hope went
He’s rarely present
These halls are haunted

My hair is 1000% homegrown from my skull yah know… (I’d let you be the keeper of my bones)

I need less resistance
But I keep pushing the distance
Confusing the algorithm
Changing logistics

And he’s persistent
Budding appearance
Creating division
Swollen and twisted

How to not fall into a pit –
I haven’t learned it

There’s a spider living near me
He keeps building webs
And though I’m surely cleaning
He knows my habits well (true story)

Every mirror is haunted with my reflection

I’m suffocating
Crawling through your mines
120 meters inside
30 feet below a deadline

How to create healthy boundaries instead of building walls?
How to find stillness instead of crawling down the halls?

He’s sabotage
Removes my camouflage

One second applause
Then next dislodge

Knows just what I want
His hand will taunt

I got your message
Unintentionally
I felt your presence
Was it meant for me?

Earth will become hell
I’m holding the seventh seal
All of heaven will fall silent
I’m not here to heal

My closet is full of dead dreams
The drawers filled with hurting
The handles broke and dirty
I’m over 40….

I was born with an extra vertebrae
I got the death jab
They altered my DNA
Feel I can close hell’s gateway
The more they order
The less I obey
People dropping dead
Next month is my birthday
Some call me evil
God I won’t betray

He’s running circles
Watching me evolve
Climbing crimson skies
He knows how hard I fall

Fall down seven times
Get up eight
I’m morally bankrupt
With a penny on my plate

It’s like I’m crawling into a sinking ship, and he’s dying to come with…? 👀

Sometimes he leaves me breadcrumbs of where he’s been
Maybe kisses of magic
Maybe stitching in havoc
I’m here idling

I’m looking at star trails
And I’m burning all my matches
Leaving webs for what he catches
Or a map leading to more spells?

John is down here with me
I talk to him like he’s living

These guys out there buying fake diamonds
And truth is like silence

Have you found the secret book?
It’s a world of deceit
Well I’ve ripped your pages
Feel incomplete for what I took

13 months of 28 days

With an added day of resurrection

13 constellations

Hesitating every direction

365 days of lost conception

SEPT equals seven
OCT falls on eight
Allow me to elaborate

NOV enduring nine
DEC is ten
JAN means eleven
Your eyes look just like heaven
FEB is twelve
I know you’d love me if you didn’t serve yourself
MAR ends with thirteen
April is for birthing! (the starting one)
Now count them up
April is the first month
We’re living a different time

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Circa April 2021

APRIL IS THE FIRST MONTH, THE CALENDAR IS 13 – feel free to check the star charts – the sky – whatever you want – 13 constellations – tell the Devil he’s losing time – he’s not getting mine 😈

The truth don’t lie – Neo open your eyes

SEPT MEANS SEVEN NOT MOTHERFUCKING NINE 👍👍

13 x 28 = 365 (you’re welcome) (don’t forget the plus one to grow on – resurrection)

LEVEL UP ASCENSION GOD MODE ON (humbly and universally) (you die in the Matrix, you die for real for real) (have fun)

The source wants you to win

I DON’T WANT TO DROP DEAD – CHANNELING

Open up Pandora’s box ✅

Peer through the Looking Glass ✅

Visit earth and learn to be a lightbringer

Learn compassion

Learn forgiveness

Give more love than you receive ✅

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Proteins (poetry)

I’m always cleaning but the house is never clean
He explained his reason but I don’t know what it means
I keep on dusting but there’s dust thick on the screen
I read his poetry and consume it like proteins 👀

I call to him
Through wind and pen
And like the Tower of Babel
He’s comes crumbling

I’m not allowed to communicate with him in any form
So the moon grows full
And the earth will storm

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

No pressure or whatever but your words give me life

And I know they’re not for me (🤔) but can you please continue to write

My choices: YOU or a surgeon with a knife

You’re a mathematician, BUT WORDS CAN YOU EXPEDITE? 🧐

Yes 🟩 No ⬛️ Maybe 🟥 (pick one)

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Wires (poetry)

No dreams it inspires
My bed is all wires

Covered in wool and wishes
If only walls would listen

Self-portrait from today

I knew things were going left
They’re pushing me to the edges
Between the widening circle
And disappearing wedges

Where up is down
Or so he alleges
And I’m clinging to life
With stains and sledges

But underneath the bridge
His voice is clearing out the hedges
Bit by bit
Little pieces of his pledges

Crawling to 44

The default instructions prevent death

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Happy Slavery Day (we gaslight and call it independence, it’s not. It’s micromanagement, it’s a dictatorship).

Bike rides & beach content soon

I’m finally leaving the house in my swimsuit and being seen in public

So much white flesh 👀

Freckled spots. And some brown.

I’m a half-breed.

I once had angel wings.

I love you all so much

Thanks for the blogship

Is that a thang?

I just want one idea to be my own before I die

ONE CONCEPT

It sucks being kinda smart but not really

Labor

Under

Controlled

Knowledge

Byeeeeeee

(thinking of you know who always)

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Pebbles (freestyle poetry)

Because I know
I’ll cross the threshold
And when gravity
Tips its scales
All eternity will fall

And heaven
Will gently
Fumble at your
Footsteps

The way pebbles
Form smooth edges
Over time

My dreams
Are baptized
By your words

Like prayers whispered
Into passing clouds
On sunless days

I am tiptoeing death
Leaving pieces of me
In only places you will find

There is grand justice
In knowing
Only you will crawl the distance

Might my heart
Be dust and ash
But love lieth here

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dying and just want to matter how ever briefly…

His existence is a breathing apparatus

He exists, therefore I am

Self-portrait
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Flame (poetry)

I’m in descent
I’m candescent
I’m flame and hemp
Is love exempt?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The void 😩

Thank you so much for the sweet donation that I received over the weekend

I’m trying to center, I’m trying to find my calm in all this

Any activity causes my heart to hurt

Especially getting angry

I’m still sorting through the mental and financial collapse

Folks don’t realize I lost my entire retirement savings – and regular savings.

Years and years of retirement savings gone

So the immigrants could have my job

The cops here say, “it’s federal, nothing we can do”

DICTATORSHIP

Trust me, I’m well known as “red flagged” to the establishment

They know I’ve moved over into the homicidal territory

Armed and dangerous and you’re still not gonna take my right to buy a weapon or to hold one or to fire one

Do you remember when they tried to outlaw alcohol and that law completely failed – yeah try to do that with our guns China – go for it – try to do it, try to take our guns from us, try it, try to put it on paper that we can’t even buy a gun and see what happens, go for it – try it, I dare you! I triple fucking dare you!!

This whole fucking thing is going to collapse if they don’t get off my dick

😇

Pro life tip: You should never tip before you are served

This whole generation of TIP ME NOW AND BEFORE I’VE DONE MY JOB IS BULLSHITE

I hate these fucking policies

And do you know how much effort it is taking me to get my account and data deleted from the Chipotle app? It’s insane!

I’ll never download another app for anything

It should not be this hard to delete yourself from the web

JESUS CHRIST SAVE ME NOW

Has anyone ever unscrambled it? Is it like an anagram for the Devil?

That book of lies

6000 years of gaslighting and dictatorship

I’m DONE

I want to sell my TV and get a DUMB phone.

The problem is, if you get a home line, the only calls you will get are from politicians and the cops wanting money from you because it’s all a fucking scam. And you can’t opt out

Just like we can’t opt out our private home addresses from receiving spam mail for junk food and that is why the Amazon rainforest is being cut down

Immigration is a Trojan horse

When do we save Mother Earth and ourselves

Oh but you have your porn!!!!!!

Porn has rotted your heart and brain!

In other news, I got my printer set up in my master bedroom now. I guess dying makes it harder to manage a household. But whatev.

The black ink is out, but I got the new driver installed on my MacBook so that was a feat in itself. My laptop is aware of the printer and vice versa.

I also have plenty of professional paper to print on, once I sort out the black ink.

I’ve been pulling rare collectibles and other items I plan to list on the eBay – it’s like having an online garage sale.

I have some cool stuff that belong in the hands of someone who will use it. It’s extremely hard for me to part with, but I have bigger goals now tho.

Like being a land owner 👍

Learning how to grow & harvest food

I’m sick of advertising and TV!!!!

I rarely play games

I’m not into entertainment anymore

There’s too much propaganda and busy busy going on

I just want to chill

What the narcissist think is “boring”, is actually just peace

It’s serenity

They don’t want us anywhere near it

It’s poke prod poke prod tee hee I don’t have a fucking soul

“I was joking”

*rolls eyes

It ain’t the disabled vets causing all this disruption and corruption tho

I know y’all like to blame us and pick on us tho…

I also know white people are blamed for the worlds problems – propaganda 101

If u white, u hated for your skin

And then they force us to live next to one another, packing us in like cattle

Watching the slaughter unfold

The immigrants don’t even have to work hard at stealing our country…

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Death is the answer (poetry)

Complicated lessons for a demigod
Good or evil
I know you are
Push my button
You did it far
All forgiven
It’s not that broad

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Me: so if I like jump from a building I’m gonna die

Them: you die in the real world, you die in the Matrix

Me: so death is the answer to the question of life

DUH 🙄

Do you know what it’s like to be shot up with the Mark of the beast, nearly dying over and over, crawling around in the dark, and God saving your life

DO YOU

You don’t know what superpowers are growing inside

You don’t get to flag me and put me on a funny farm oh no

“She died doing what she loved”

Yeah, fighting for humanity and God

I’m gonna die in battle

I’m gonna burn it all down

*sips coffee*

But God got me on bedrest

I smell the enemy everywhere and I’ve gone insane

Long long gone insane

I know these dwellings well

Just ask Edgar, he’s here all the time

The streets are cracked with his lines

If there’s an alien invasion or a second coming, the establishment are behind it so you need to settle fucking down goddamn

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one awake

A living nightmare

And I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t get into the things that once would sustain me

I can’t stand the propaganda!!!!!

I’m hyper-focused on land & my own T3 arsenal

Not to go crazy homicidal

To prepare for an alien invasion or second coming

Insert whatever propaganda you want

For me it’s just humans without morals or ethics, possibly even clones

And no, I would not kill my clones, I’d free myself

This establishment should be very scared of who I’m capable of becoming

The Great Becoming

If only I could get off bedrest…

Warriors need an incredible amount of nurturing and soul care when healing from such wounds of transgression

Big Pharma went after my mind (through the VA system and advertising)

The Devil went after my heart and lungs

(anyone else experiencing WordPress crashes, effing espionage)

Be careful with your diets

People are dropping dead

They have weakened us

Our government has been compromised

You don’t need a piece of paper to govern you

You know what’s right and wrong

People are starving and having difficulty accessing food for various reasons

There are different forms of love

Everything is suffering and needs compassion and light

It’s okay to protect your energy from the darkness

Many are lost

It’s not our job to save them

Don’t let the devil through your door

Tell him to get the fuck out if he gets inside

He must obey commands!

Words are spells

Spelling

English is the language of the Illuminati and the Devil

One language, one currency, one government, one world order

JUST SAY NO to the uprising

I’m sorry if you have lost your children, pray for them!

Many of these demons know that they lost already and they know that you have light and energy and they want to take you down with them!!!

I lost my sister to the singularity

I’ve dropped many family and friends!

I’m sorry!

I’m trying to live life as clean and naturally as I can

Entertainment is junk! It’s all sexualized garbage!!!

Wake up!!! Stop supporting this insanity!

I wanna see the rich cry 😭

They don’t know suffering!!!!!!

Stay in the light!

I have to get ready for my video connect doctors appointment so I need to go now!!

Working closely with my doctors to get better!

xx

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Time Changes Shape (freestyle poetry)

Time changes shape when I am near him
The sky absolute and whole
Bathing in his blue lagoon

He’s a telescope looking on me
Separating me into spectral components

Heaven answered when he prayed
The way the sun rises with pink not grey

He is casting starlight in his pocket
His steps are oblong –
Leaving trails of sucked honeydew

He gives wind the courage to blow
And does it not lift up where you falter?
You are a kite in the wind

I am chasing after you
Time is layered on my skin
You’re in every line

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Poem & photo from today

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal

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Lines & rants (self-explanatory)

He’s never tried fresh biscuit
I guess he’s into brisket
But I’m implicit
And it makes him livid

He hates republicans
I hate democrats
Or maybe he’s doubling
And I don’t give a crap

“Don’t get stuck in descension”

Isolated just like detention

I heard her mention

Don’t need open convention

Don’t need your supervision

Don’t need your permission

I kill with intention

Lost strength to chase dimension

God needs your attention

You’re not my children

Man desire children more than me
I hate men for all eternity

Don’t call me Eve

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m trying to be more open, loving, and with compassion.

Also me: I wanna skin a skull and send a criminal demon to hell legally and be the great warrior I know me to be

Not dying in the street 👀

But is it rational to fear a sinkhole opening up under your bath?

These things happen to people in Florida

They just get gobbled up and the land gets condemned

“Don’t go there”

By the time I call the law it’ll go like this, “I’m sorry officer, I started my period and he was breathing”

LOL

I hope my blog is better than reruns

The Internet is dead and full of propaganda and porn

Everything is about anal fucking or being gay

Everything

DONE

P.S. One of the first things my grandmother taught me how to do – was how to make a biscuit

It’s important stuff