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Phases

You are my favorite place
The way your eyes move across my face
Like watching phases of the Moon retrace
You leave but return full with grace

© Delia Ross. 2020

News of my king returning has got my soul lit up like fireworks! The way I come alive when he sees me. The way his hugs always feeds me. “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt”… I gotta get my birthday plans sorted. He makes the air worth breathing. A new circle of life. Rebirth. ✌️

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6 Feet

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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Surf

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

New #freestyle micropoem
My messy penmanship 😊

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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Angel’s Dust

Sorry for the disturbance
I rub over like iron rust
A thick layer of heavy crust
Right over the heart if you must
These broken wings are angel’s dust

© Delia Ross. 2020

Sorry’s come with sorrow (Self cicra 2019)

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Air

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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Croon

Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase
Maybe it’s the wounds that he makes
Maybe it’s the patience that it takes
Maybe it’s his love which fills the aches

Maybe I still love him though he’s gone
Maybe I can never move on
Maybe it’s for him I’ll always long
Maybe I will never right this wrong

Maybe he will always make me swoon
Maybe I said I love you too soon
Maybe I still feel him like a moon
Maybe he was born to make me croon

© Delia Ross. 2020

*update* I’ve been super busy making digiart, and I’m excited to begin posting some as perks for my patrons over on my Patreon soon, but I’m also super nervous as well. Anytime I expose my art, there is a degree of rawness to it. I feel exposed. And I’m also beginning to break through traumas and fears over there, where I feel a sense of privacy and safety. Grateful for the encouraging feedback I’m receiving from my patrons too! Been writing like mad too! I love you! Anyway, I hope you like my new poem! ❤

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Forsaken

“Why have you forsaken me, Christopher”
Last words, slipped out from her
On the ground, her wings curled and hurt
Where you’ve been dead since your birth

She could see death dancing in his eye
But he would still tell her no goodbye
Her dark angel, had no wings to fly
He had no soul to cry

He would gather her and carry her to heaven’s gates
He’s made too many choices that came with too many mistakes
Carrying her from the steps of hell isn’t a price he celebrates
And he will walk forever if forever is what it takes

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wanted to write a short story about redemption to accompany this poem, but my keyboard is broken, it now takes 19 days to charge my tablet, and my tiny, pathetic mobile phone makes me want to start a war, helps…

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Misunderstood

There is no life in this blood
Heartache rushing in like a flood
My heart is buried in your mud
And giving up, I would if I could

These streets are lined with people who are down
Yet your hand is never one that can be found
On broken backs you prance around
And forgetting you, I probably should

It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes
And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes
Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches
And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood

© Delia Ross. 2020

Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye

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An Invitation To Love

I’ll go, I’ll diverge my eyes
And words, I’ll let them die

Please don’t make me believe your lies
As I do, in this moment, all you give me are cries

Please don’t kill hope with goodbyes
Any further, I can’t predict what survives

I am all out of signs
But I’m on the road still drawing lines
I think our love might be divine
I drink your words like the finest wine

But are they ever really mine?
I bleed for you all the time

Do you even read my rhyme?
I feel as if ours collide

But I’ll really go if you’re so inclined
RSVP reserved or declined?

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s just a freestyle y’all and I cried all the way through it… my heart is going through some tough stuffs and my fear is he thinks I am swine…

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Glimpses

I have glimpses of a life I’ve never known
There’s stitches in my heart where he has sewn
There’s wishes leaking out of every bone
There’s pieces of me in him I call home

There’s fences keeping eyes where they belong
There’s chances never learning right or wrong
And dances never settling in song
Circumstances keeping everyone withdrawn

© Delia Ross. 2020

So I did a little recording thingy of Glimpses: https://tuners.io/tracks/15399

For the record, all my poems are new. I bleed poetry.

My subconscious or other worldy being is creating memories of a life with him that never existed because it can’t bear to live any part without him, and the regret is carving deeper rivers than I care to run. Love is love. But why is he scared of it? He’s just too selfish to part with his ways and he’s got a sex addiction he needs to get a grasp on. I mean God damn if Trent Reznor can be kinky and loyal why can’t there be other dudes!?! He’s the only guy I’ve ever asked to marry me by the way (Reznor that is) and it’s in the Nine Inch Nails archives somewhere and Trent Reznor did not say no and he answered my music questions too. That’s actually a nice real memory as opposed to the fake memories my brain is having to create because it loves a dude that won’t have anything to do with me…

I asked Trent Reznor to marry me, LOL I love me so much… that was back when he had an actual fanclub and he was active in the NIN message boards. You had to be in the club to get there. And when he did way with fanclubs, he made us permanent members (kinda of). I haven’t logged in, in a minute, I need to get over there. And to another gig. I’ve had stage every time, but have never officially met Trent. He’s on like kid number 5 now!?! She is popping out them babies god bless her, lucky bitch… Anyhoo, I’m totally gaga for the dude this poem is about, he knows who he is. Hi. I love you still. You know I’m your favorite love. Masks won’t hide fate. Or you from me. Sorry, not sorry. “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here…”

What do you think an angels tear is worth? I’ve cried a million for him…

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Fake

Something about her feels imposed,
Her hands are cold.
She’s a pyramid scheme,
Lined in fake silver and gold.
She’s a lying queen,
Her humanity decomposed.
There’s no honor in her spleen,
Her gates to truth are always closed.

© Delia Ross. 2020

My messy handwritings xxoo

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Transmission Unknown

Transmission unknown but the signal goes until I’m no longer breathing
It looks as if he ran away but looks can be deceiving
He is shining in my sky, though it must be evening
And wishes when they can be made, I hope it’s me he’s needing
And maybe when he settles down, my love he’ll be receiving

© Delia Ross. 2020

All those donuts I ate caught up with me
And I now weigh in at 129 pounds
Light as maybe 2 feathers now…
Or three…
Happy Valentines!! I love you!!! ❤
Seriously though I do
Still
Do you think we’ll be friends one day? Or follow one another again?
I would like that, wouldn’t you?
I feel your energy all the time. Is that you? Transmissions received

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Staring At The Sun

After everything you’ve done
You’re still staring at the sun
But the light it never comes
Unless your mask is acting dumb?

© Delia Ross. 2020

OMG my week has been super busy, and I miss you when I can’t blog! I have been writing poetry though, just mostly by hand and I haven’t uploaded any of it to the digital realm yet. Yesterday another Patron joined my writing campaign and I am so grateful for you!!! ❤❤❤ It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I’m super exhausted but I took a few snaps for you. Hopefully Sunday I can catch up on blogging, I miss yous!!!! Did anyone else stare at the sun as a kid? I did, until it made me cry, and then I think I did it probably a few more times because I thought it was so beautiful I’d go blind for it? Or I like pain? Or was hoping for a fast death? Ehhh vampire….

OMG I am knackered and will be going down with the sun….
I may be petite but my heart is big
Do guys still care about that stuffs?
I am super tired even tho I’m sipping on coffee like a mother’s tit…
I’ve had two Chiropractic adjustments this week and feel like I have a new spine.
I do stupid shitz but maybe I have a chance to live a few more years now…
My hair is past my tits now except I still have 1/4 of my head growing back its hairs after a razor was put to it. It’s about as long as my tiny pinky finger now. I don’t even know what to do with all the hair I already have. It’s SO HOTTTTTTTT and heavy and I’m constantly pulling my head. I’m sitting on it even in ponytails. Rolling over in bed is a nightmare. And if the wind blows with my hair down it’s a nightmare. I can’t drive with my hair and windows down unless I want to eat my hair. Long hair is basically a nightmare. If my hair is down and I’m wearing lipstick, it’s guaranteed to stick on me. My prince better effing show up, I’m sick of kissing frogs…

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I now go to bed with the crows and get up with the roosters just like my memaw once did…
She was an amazing woman and taught me everything I know… her name was Sybil and she always told me I was her favorite grandbaby. I miss her so much.
You guys are all I have. Grateful for you. I’d be alone otherwise.
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Slaves

Slaves to the 1 percent
Chained by the narcissists
One foot forward ’til the other quits
Mind says no but the heart persists

Damnation at the edge of both wrists
You think it is love but you never have kissed
He binds you so tight with the lies that he twists
You cannot stop now no matter the risk

The devil’s tongue is hard to resist
His hold on you tighter than both fists
No matter your move he’s ahead of the lists
As inch by inch you cease to exist

© Delia Ross. 2020

Speaking of slaves Neo, is anyone excited about THE MATRIX 4????? 😍

Is anyone addicted to writing? Cuz if I go X amount of time without doing it, things start getting all ugly inside…

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The Truth

The truth is, I would carry his stone;
I would slay his demons and carry him home.
The truth is, I walk on my own;
But his heart won’t have to be carried alone.

© Delia Ross. 2020

DISTORTION digiart by @poeeternal
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Rope

I never know he’s watching,
But, I’m hoping,
I’m hoping on, the rope that’s got me choking
And tighter yet, the courage it takes coping
When hanging from, the thread he strung, starts croaking
And tighter do my hands become from groping
Regrets like knots, have kept love from corroding
Swaying bound, his eyes slowly approaching
Enlightenment may be found with both eyes opened

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Wishing

I need him with a purpose
The pain makes it all worth it
I’ve got him in my focus
It’s more than feeling hopeless

I pray like it has powers
And luck is in her hours
His hand she doesn’t deserve
And I’m wishing that I was her

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Creeping

I swear he doesn’t want me around but I still find myself creeping
On broken glass and bits of hope I find that he keeps leaving
Like trails of honey, or bits of dew, each bit has me dreaming
Of patching wounds, forgiving fails, and maybe keep on breathing
On every word he’ll ever write since it always stops the bleeding
Where in my heart, it beats for him, and love is always leading

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Loveless

Tell me, how many do you love?
Is it one, is it two, or maybe 12 from above?
Tell me, who do you spend your time thinking of?
Is it Sue, is it Penny, do I ever occur?
Tell me, am I ever her?
Is there anything about me that might make you stir?

© Delia Ross. 2020

He digs any gal with panties around their ankles. Which isn’t me. No, I’m not worth noticing at all because I’M NOT NAKED or age 13. He also needs a constant supply of “yes” people. He doesn’t live in reality. He’s delusional. And his entire life is literally centered around his cock. Every move. How will his cock get off? That’s it, that’s all he’s good for. Cumming. And not one baby… He’s basically the scum of the universe and I’m moving into the “I hate him” phase. Hey, this is HIS BED, NOT MINE. He can run and hide under another blog but he needs a spaceship to the nearest black hole. GET IN THE SEA NOW, TAKE ALL YOUR BROWN NOSES WITH YOU.

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First Place

I’d rather claw out my eyes than look him in the face
And when it comes to heartache, I’d give him a taste
If he were the last man on Earth, I’d disappear without a trace
But when it comes to suffering, I’m still in first place

I’d cut out his tongue and replace his black mask
I’d point him to sorrow and long may he bask
Where demons grow hollow where angels come last
And forgiveness is something he never will ask

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Soft Landings

I walk over streets frozen with fear
I crawl through tunnels of bravery
I’d travel an entire light-year
To catch a moment of you
How tall are words bleeding from your mouth
I lick them and smear them over insecurities
I wrap them with silence
And tie a pretty bow over truth
If only lies had butterfly wings
And soft landings
Were they short-lived
And weightless
Or sat bundled in a cocoon
Per chance they were released in the night
And lit up like fireflies
Could we catch them easily?

© Delia Ross. 2020

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If only lies had butterfly wings
And soft landings…

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Wolf Moon

You come waning through
And full bring me to you
Wide in my view
Pulse quickens too

Anyone else obsessed with our moon? As a woman (and as of most things in nature), my cycles follow the Moon… life evolves and flourishes because of the Moon. So many mating rituals in nature itself, under her glow. And so I always see the moon as feminine energy. Or feel rather. We’re made mostly of water, I feel her tug. They say she’s spinning further away, and one day Earth will no longer be able to hold her. Yet on some days she feels closer than ever. Some dismiss her powers. I write about her alot in my poetry. My pets think the Sun goes to sleep at night, and the sky gets angry and cries. The wind is an entity too, especially in Florida with the hurricanes… BUT when I told my dog we needed the water the sky cries, I saw his mind expand I swear… 🤓

Anyhoo, I wrote this during that recent wolf moon we had. I have a lot of stuff I’ve started but haven’t finished. Some may never see the light of day. But even Edgar Allan Poe’s unpublished stuff wound up getting published. My words are my legacy really. And my words are the only thing I have control of right now. And I never know how many I have left. How many words have I used? What’s remaining? Nothing is infinite. Everything dies. I mean, one day, this fucking galaxy will be gone… poof. Vanished. Our existence completely annihilated. Dust. Bones. Gone. The only thing that matters is right now.

Sorry to get deep on you but it’s now 3 AM and I’m feeling socially deprived and chatty. ✌

And if you didn’t catch the double meanings in the poem, I was referring to how a certain person quickens me, and there’s a slight sexual reference in there. I always tell people art is subjective though including poetry so you get from it what you get from it. It doesn’t have to be what the writer wrote… ✌

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Blooms of Forever

I wonder how my name would sound upon his tongue
Dripping off the alter
Seeping underneath my skin

Foraging its way to fantasies underground
Entire oceans parting open
To let him in

Would it flood my deserts
Cover my roots with silky twine
Promise blooms of forever

Listen to a soft reading here: https://tuners.io/tracks/14617

© Delia Ross. 2020

Happy Chinese New Year Of The Rat 🙂 photos from a few minutes ago…

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Dim

Every tear begs to forget of his existence
My heart still fights but I wish for resistance
The longing now just feels like a sickness
When love came about he left with a quickness

It’s like privacy becomes a crystal ball
Yet who I am he doesn’t know at all
Take his hand you’ll be sure to fall
Will break your heart then hide behind a wall

Courage no it’s not a look for him
Forgiveness now is looking very slim
He haunts my heart like a phantom limb
Show him light and he will show you dim

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Call To Sorrow

I call to sorrow like a friend
I make him guest of honor
He is the hand I can depend
I trust him like a father

I sway with sorrow in a dance
Lost in darkness in a trance
I hate him first for not taking a chance
I hate me more for giving love in advance

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Rage

Cold in every manner
Lost faith in ones who matter
Still praying every hour
Too many tongues that spit and chatter

Her words hit like a bomb
I was no longer calm
There was blood on my palm
And I knew where the rage was coming from

Pray that every tear turns to a curse
Hide the devil here inside this verse
If he has a fear I’ll find what works
Thought he was a monster but he’s worse

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Curtains

Pen or ache
Pill or fate
Somehow the difference
Is still the same

We change our curtains
But never the roads
We tame our methods
Where love is never disclosed

We dust our cages
After conflict arose
We spin in circles
While blaming our foes

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Icebergs

His failures are beautiful strokes of lightning
The waterfall running
A beautiful warning
A star still forming
A winter mourning

He falls like icebergs crumbling in the sea
A white snowfall covering the trees
The wind in the evening as you finally feel the breeze
A moment of reckoning that brings you to your knees

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Ink and Tears

I weaved magic with my pen for him, but still he left

I cleaned poisoned wounds with ink and tears, still he fled

I dropped dreams like trails of bread crumbs, though he ran

I brought light and warmth and destiny, where nobody can

© Delia Ross. 2020

I write you poetry, why did you leave me 💔

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Rose 🌹

He says she’s perfect as a rose
Pink is her flesh where she climbs and grows
But does he know how deep her thorns can go?
He makes her petals spread wherever he goes
Her blooms so wide beg for control

© Delia Ross. 2020

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The Garden of Us

Maybe if he understood the need
How longing is growing like a weed
And in between the distance and the stars that truly listen
I know he’d rather have me in the lead

Maybe if I took the time to plead
And nurtured space like it was a seed
The stuff that would be growing is the energy in knowing
That fate will come to help us both succeed

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Magma

He’s magma
Watch him flow
Feel the Earth grow

His words make time slow
His rhyme flows through my soul

Warm desire
Taste the fire
Never letting go

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m gonna effing melt…. on fireeee

Petite little thing
Small but mighty
Broken yet whole
No filter version me
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Skin

These sharks go into frenzy
With my patience running thin
Predators come to surface
From places made of sin

These waters are infested
And there’s more that’s creeping in
These lessons make me nervous
I have a right to shed my skin

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wish I could express my sexuality how I wanted, without the flood of sexual harassment that swarms in.

I wish I could dress how I wanted, without the flood of sexual harassment that comes in.

I wish I could go to the beach or the club, without the fear of being raped or having unwanted hands grab my body.

I wish I could dress sexy and go out and not be catcalled.

I wish dudes wouldn’t send me a play-by-play of how they’re masturbating.

I wish dudes wouldn’t ask me for nudes.

I wish I could express my sexuality without being reduced to simply a sex object.

Eh, but I guess I “asked for it”…

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Body Paint

His words cover me like body paint
The vowels flowing leave me faint
Erasing darkness with a stroke of fate
And momentarily how it’ll ease the ache
The distance closes just an open gate
A place where longing comes with no mistake
Just one more rhyme is all it’ll take
Forever his in the words we make

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Mirror

Is is one, is it two, is it three?
All these words written
To whom do they mean?

Is this not a mirror where we see?
Who then is looking back at me?
Perhaps the mirror is shattering

For reality seems unflattering
When all I recall is they were never meant to be – for me

Per chance they were all mine?
We cannot erase time
But it’s hard to patch – this hole- where I bleed

© Delia Ross. 2019



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Angels Among Us

The further apart our severed tether
The more chaos the Earth befell
My wings are burning, we’re not together
And I am certain this is hell

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
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World of Darkness

He’s a rainbow in a world of darkness
He’s a miracle unearthed when planting a harvest
He’s the comfort you seek when you’ve traveled the farthest
He’s a road to a path where the truth can be harnessed

© Delia Ross. 2019

I hope he’s getting the love he deserves ❤❤❤

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Braille

His lips are a boat, perhaps a sail
A perfect note, wind to inhale
A float of hope, love felt in braille
Words to evoke, dreams to unveil

© Delia Ross. 2019

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The Reason

He’s the bloom that comes with the Sun
He’s the thread holding you from coming undone
Like satin slipping off the thumb
He’s the reason the war was won

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Worthless

What am I but a dollar for his bank
What am I but nickel and copper
Spit on me and clean me up
A penny is not a dollar

What am I but quarter and migraine
Polished silver for the poor
Wish on me, then toss me over
The rich horde it all but still want more

© Delia Ross. 2019

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God’s Painting You

God’s drawing a painting and it’s you before my eyes

He brushes strokes of genius when he put gems as your eyes

Your lips are painted like crimson roses and blue are your skies

He paints your smile as if a cloud for an angel to reside

Your height reaches the steps to heaven and your feet are the guide

Hands created from a marble mountain to lift others to rise

Your body an instrument of love and truth is by your side

He painted you the voice of reason, like a tree of life, so wise

I crawl upon your teachings like a grape upon a vine

© Delia Ross. 2019

Okay, initially I freestyle wrote this as a non-rhyme, but then tweeked it into a rhyme because he’s worth it. I really couldn’t get around the double word in the first 2 lines, so they remained untouched and as is. They were the basis for the entire poem. He’s my muse so he is a prompt. Like, just the mere sight of him. But then you should listen to the things he will say, or how his body will move. And I’ve lived all over the world, seen all kinds of boys, but none like him. He’s a miracle. Anyhoo, it’s just a poem, don’t freak out, I’m just writing what I see. He’s a lighthouse in the dark. I wanna focus on the light. It’s now after 4 AM. Another “after midnight poetry series”, I should make that a thing.

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Crucifixion

If given chance, I’d be the one to put the spear into her side
Make her feel the weight of everyone she crucified
Put poison from the sponge onto her tongue because she lied
Never trust someone who has a devil as her guide

© Delia Ross. 2019


I’d order the crucifixion myself
I’d stand overwatch
I’d insert the spear myself
There are so many reasons to not like her
But I only need one…

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Mixed Up

Block unblock block unblock
I can’t figure it out
Got the devil controlling my right hand
And this angel is full of doubt

Follow leave follow leave
I have lost direction
The devil keeps pointing at you
And you’re the object of obsession

Today I care but tomorrow I won’t
But give it another day
Whatever it is my heart is thinking
The devil’s got something to say

Whatever this spell he has me under
I can’t go away
But if he really hated me
He would have blocked me yesterday

© Delia Ross. 2019

All this blocking and unblocking I do, follow and unfollow routine, but he’s never once done those things to me. CUZ HE LOVES ME AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. THUS POEM ABOVE. I’m sure he’d like me to be on Mars already but he needs to fuck me first. Sorry not sorry. Still loves him.

He drives me cra cra for real
How do you stop loving someone? I can’t figures it out…
“Just another lost angel in the city of night”

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Web of Shadows

The light cast a web of shadows and doubt
Losing time trying to figure it out
Forging through worry with rarely a shout
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Hardened inside with lines showing drought
Incomplete circles with no love about
Roots growing weaker with every new route
Clinging to hate though loving devout
Feeling so lonely while lost in a crowd
Busting down rules where I’m not allowed
Wishing for once I hadn’t figured it out
The trouble with eyes they come with a mouth
The problem with fate it comes with a vow
I’d gift forgiveness but I don’t know how
I’d run today but I am still bound
You’d look away but you’re still around
Looking in others what we already found
Feeling uneasy but knowing not what to do now

© Delia Ross. 2019