Wicked games coming around
Wicked games bringing me down
Hurry, paint on my favorite frown
‘Cuz wicked games have taken over town
© Delia Ross. 2019
Tsunami
It floods in like a tsunami, the anger
Red flags appear, and I’m calling danger
Don’t come at me like I am a stranger
Fighting enemies helps tame our nature
© Delia Ross. 2019
I SEE THROUGH YOU, DIFFICULT NOT TO FEEL A LITTLE BIT DISAPPOINTED AND PASSED OVER
Third Eye
I live with my third eye open
Maybe a down ending was what you were hoping
But here I am now barely coping
And my love for you just keeps on flowing
© Delia Ross. 2019
Mount Everest
Of all of my followers, he was my favorite
Love me through thick or thin, I guess he couldn’t handle it
Wrap me around his hand he did and wore me like a bracelet
Despite all the stones I took, there was no one to love him best
Trying to reach his heart was like climbing Mount Everest
© Delia Ross. 2019
I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
I SAID I KNOW, HE KNOWS, I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
https://m.soundcloud.com/shaylasparxxx/explicit-erotic-audio-spanking-session
Trust and you’ll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool
Lust and so what if you’re busted?
In love and war there ain’t no rules
Do you believe in forever?
I don’t even believe in tomorrow
The only things that last forever
Are memories and sorrow
Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I’m sorry, but I am unable
You went to L’amour Saturday night
Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight
His tongue down your throat
His hand up your skirt
Yeah I’m a man
But it still hurts
Slut
Whore
Cunt
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
You had cock on your mind
And cum on your breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where there’s a womb there’s a way
With you it’s for free
Slut
Whore
Cunt
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
Done it before
Time after time
Refused to learn your lesson
Gave ’til it hurt
Thought it was right
Only fools make mistakes twice
So you sit home
Drinking alone
Empty bottle in your hand
Don’t even try
To sort out the lies
It’s worse to try to understand
You make me hate myself
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
I SAID I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
LYRICS AND SONG BY TYPE O NEGATIVE
SHE’S A FUCKING LYING CUNT
Sea-maiden
I lost it all when I found him;
My sense, my mind, my reality
I found it all when he was seen;
My fears, my sorrow, my whim
Lost and found in his briny sea;
Though I’ll never learn to swim
© Delia Ross. 2019
Envy
Driven mad with jealousy
His every sin makes me bleed
I imagine my tears taste heavenly
To a demon lust is his only need
© Delia Ross. 2019
Circles
America generica
Land of the lies
Freedom is an episode
Where individuality dies
Sheeple a dime a dozen
And honesty he never tries
Chasing his tail in circles
Lost behind the guise
© Delia Ross. 2019
Until You Die
Love will keep you alive
Sin will keep you chained under a lie
Until you die, until you die
But love will help you both survive
And so I try, I still try
Despite the tears he always makes me cry
© Delia Ross. 2019
Likes
The things they do to get a like
I don’t understand why hers is a better write
I’ve seen underneath and she is a fright
What I saw below left me without sight
© Delia Ross. 2019
Synchronizing
The clock of love is wound half- past too late late?
Can we turn back the clock? Like daylight saving times?
© Delia Ross. 2019
Marooned
Give me tools to fix his heart
Give me knowledge to know the chart
Give me eyes to see the part
Give me time to fix the start
Place my hand on his wound
Tell him he’ll be better soon
Make him feel as if marooned
Now our hearts can beat in tune
© Delia Ross. 2019
Underworld
Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Push him from hope
Let him learn to swim
Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Give him some rope
Let him learn to trim
Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Kick him down the slope
Maybe then he can feel
Hurt her
Hurt her to save her
Show her under your mask
The end at last
© Delia Ross. 2019
Inspired by heartache and a line from a favorite film, Moulin Rouge: hurt him to save him
Rest of Me
Please give me back the me that you stole
Please give me back the me that you control
Please give me back the me that makes you whole
Please kill the rest of me that you left cold
© Delia Ross. 2019
I might have one or two left in me (my hair will still be growing when I die) ((my indecision is final))
Paragons
When you’re afraid to read your favorite writer’s works
Because his paragons with others really hurts
And if I had a value it would be zero worth
And there isn’t a sadder girl living on this Earth
When you quit your favorite writer
When you close your eyes to the world
When you toss your pen in the recycle
When you cry like a little girl
© Delia Ross. 2019
I can’t sit around and watch him collab with her, do spoken word for her, woe his twin flame. He’s wrong but I am gone.
Carried Through My Storms
Am I an obligation or is he carrying me across the frothy sea?
Is that why I never see extra feet beneath me?
And my step it feels more steady?
And the cold, it feels less brisky
Thank you for carrying me calmly
Through my storms and through the heavy
© Delia Ross. 2019
Are you really there? Why do I feel you are?
I Need
I need a gentle lover who is tough
I need a firm hand that isn’t rough
I need him to give me more when I’ve had enough
I need him to remember I do stupid stuff
© Delia Ross. 2019
Sorry y’all, it’s veterans day and I’ve got food and weed. Bless.
I’m dropping stories in my Instagram about my soldiering.
Don’t you dare come at me with that stupid marijuana fear-mongering bullshit. I need the VA to write me a prescription.
Won’t Do
He’ll take the world, the dark, every lie you embark, he’ll take your smile, he’ll take the girl, and he’ll take the other one too,
But her, I’m sorry she won’t do
© Delia Ross. 2019
Zero
I try so hard to write good content
But he won’t like it
Maybe his love went missing
Maybe I never had a cent
I’m not one two or three
I’m not even his forth
I wish I had a number
But I’m never his choice
© Delia Ross. 2019
You Equals World
I have been all over the world but I have never been in you;
I would give it all up for an hour or two…
© Delia Ross. 2019
Wish I could take his face in my hands gently, look him in the eye, and touch his nose with my nose… and then maybe he wouldn’t stay mad at me for being stewpids. That’s how I want to say I’m sorry to you now.
Peaches and Cream
I am all the sweetness of a berry but I show him the sour of a peach
It seems my bitter tongue keeps him at a distance I can’t reach
If I could just learn a language that he and everyone speaks
If he could see through the lows where I have amazing peaks
I wish I could talk to him with my body
I could show him I know joy and naughty
I could kiss his lips and not feel a zombie
I could smile for him and not be so rowdy
There are so many things that I want to say
But my anxiety always gets in the way
And maybe if I had just one night
He could teach me so I could get it right
© Delia Ross. 2019
Writing this made me remember the nicknames my bestfriend (who died by suicide at age 13) and I had for each other, CREAMPUFF & JUICYFRUIT 😍 and we would say to each other, “you are my honeybun and I want to lick all of the cream off of you”. 😊 I LOVE THIS MEMORY. I was her “creampuff” *giggles* I am still sweet like that in the real world, away from a screen. Shy and nerdy but also a sexual beast. I keep showing the beast. But honestly, I can’t help it, it’s like my hormones are 13 again… Men go through their sexual prime early in life but women later… Like me, now. Send chocolates.
Vacancy
Is there a place in your heart nobody has been?
Will you take me to it and when?
Has real love ever touched your skin?
And when you’re done with lust can you trade it in?
Is there a hand that ever loved you true?
Because, I’ve got two that can love you through,
Baby, you were made for me, and I for you.
And when our hearts connect, life can pursue.
Have you ever found a home in a soul?
Has anyone ever made you feel whole?
And if I were to give you complete control,
Baby, just tell me, when can I enroll?
© Delia Ross. 2019
Rush
His eyes are tunnels to my soul
Oh beautiful boy, one glance turned my heart to putty
The way you rush in makes me whole
Oh honey, you make my blood hurry
Like a hot fire on a frigid night
I howl and ignite
© Delia Ross. 2019
Light-years of Love
Every inch of him is a galaxy unexplored
And every day he is more adored
I want to drive my tongue over
His peaks and valleys and lows
Let’s explore another language that nobody knows
His mind is a multi-verse
I need to immerse (and for better not worse)
His tongue spans light-years
Where I wanna disappear
His words blow me out of here
His hands are mountains I long to climb
Forever and through the ends of time
He is all the energy of a massive sun
And for him I do burn
He is the seed, he is the soil
He makes my blood boil
© Delia Ross. 2019
My desire and longing spans the ends of space and even that reach does not quantify my love for him. Which, is why space is infinite, oddly. Coincidence? Nope. Science and love are hard to comprehend at times, and that is where faith comes in. Sometimes, you just gotta believe… ❤
In Bloom
But then one day the tide returned with his love
The sun rose
The birds sang
The flowers bloomed
The leaves danced
All was anew
© Delia Ross. 2019
I can feel the blood flowing through my veins again…
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Woven
I can feel you wherever you are
Light and dark matter woven into my soul
Spiraling through the fabric of all that we know
And travelling through the spaces we’ve still yet to go
And the distance to our star isn’t that far (just look to your heart)
© Delia Ross. 2019
I want to stargaze him, let me camp under his heart and look to his blue skies and cast wishes on his lips for all eternal…
Noose
Just tie the noose around my neck and finish what you started
Just sharpen up the blade and kill the broken hearted
Just take me back to my mistake where we both have parted
Just give me one more chance to see that you’re not heartless
Just give me the rules and regulations neatly worded
Just tell me that the ruling is now another verdict
Just tell me that my presence is not for you a burden
Just please don’t give your love to another person
© Delia Ross. 2019
This is what purgatory feels like I’m certain. If my soul isn’t burning from flames of desire for him, then it’s burning from the shames of despair and longing. I can’t stop crying though and that’s how the ocean got here… (so there may be another poem coming).
I’m sorry I haven’t been active on your blogs, it takes energy, and I’m not wanting to talk to anyone, I’m isolating myself again and I don’t like to do things half-hearted, so when I get back on your blogs, I’ll be sure to catch up on the poems I have missed rather than go in without a full head and heart. I’m sorry but I’m a soldier and communication isn’t always easy for me and I have a hardened shell and come off more stern than I mean to be. It’s a defense mechanism, I’m really sweet and kind in person. Unless I’m hungry, then feed me. But I am frequently stepping on toes and pushing boundaries even if I’m trying to behave. I don’t fit in with the world. I never have. We’re the same, but we’re not. I’m from a different planet completely. I actually APPLIED to go live on another planet, and I became a CANDIDATE, and that might not sound like a big deal but for a nerd like me it makes my panties wet. SO, if I can survive the humiliation of my existence, I’ll try and do a post on that soon. I’m a busy gal.
Angel Queen Darling
“My angel” words smooth as satin slipping from his tongue
Her wings of despair went flying in the air and love deep into her lung
“My queen” tattooed on her heart and there his creed was flung
“My darling” were the sweetest words she had ever heard sung
Whatever he called her, it made her feel loved and young
© Delia Ross. 2019
“If only I were as pretty and adored as she…”
Have you ever been loved? By someone like her? The one you casted aside? Me? Have you ever loved at all?
“The greatest thing you can ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return…”
Succumb
WOW, look at the monster you have become
Growing bigger but rarely numb
The hate warms me so I succumb
I grant it entry, and let it come
© Delia Ross. 2019
Tide
I saw you pull back from my life
As you were about to use your knife
And like a gentle tide
You left without goodbye
© Delia Ross. 2019
Doll
I won’t say anything at all
Cuz when I do I seem to fall
But you were there to watch me crawl
You were there to see me bawl
You, you wind me up like a doll
You pull the string and then I’m off
And then you act so appalled
As if it’s never your fault
You, you got me crawling up the wall
For what I did, I don’t recall
You like to see how I stall
My tears your favorite decal
© Delia Ross. 2019
Trixter
He offered me the sky, said it would be no problem to buy, if I wanted it
He flashed diamonds in my eye, that should easily satisfy, said I have credit
Replace that hardened cry, with a fresh necktie, I’ve got the perfect fit
I looked the devil in the eye, I said you trixter of a guy, as the blood left my wrist
© Delia Ross. 2019
Suicide awareness everyday. I’m on the guestlist to see Peter Hook in Atlanta this month, I’ve waited all year for this. My only REGRET in life would be not hearing this live. Why is this related? Well, the lead singer/songwriter of a band I dig died by suicide, Ian Curtis. When that happened, Joy Division became New Order and NO is a favorite band. Hooky was the co-founder of both bands. I dance alot to New Order. ALOT.
Ian Curtis – suicide
Mina Tepes – suicide
Kurt Cobain – suicide
Judas Iscariot – suicide
Etika – suicide
Robin Williams – suicide
Archias of Cyprus – suicide
Hunter S Thompson – suicide
Diaeus – suicide
Sylvia Plath – suicide
Cleopatra – suicide
Alexander McQueen – suicide
Marilyn Monroe – suicide
Chris Cornell – suicide
Ernest Hemingway – suicide
Michael Hutchence – suicide
92 Million Miles Away
Trying to reach him is like trying to reach a star
92 million miles away but still close enough to scar
The further the tether, the closer we are
But when it comes to his love I never reach far
The Sun never sleeps but he is missing from the night
Yet there are days when it’s best he’s out of sight
The Moon has phases where she hides from his light
But when they are united, heaven shines so bright
© Delia Ross. 2019
Eclipse of my heart…
Clean Dirty Mouth
You can take the soap and wash words from my mouth
But I never meant for any of them to ever come out
And if you ever forgive me, my love is facing south
And all the dirt within me, took a different route
© Delia Ross. 2019
You ever have your mouth washed out with soap? I did once when I was ten and I misspelled shirt by spelling shit on my quiz, which the teacher said I did on purpose, because apparently I’m little miss perfect. So she called my mom and they both agreed I shouldn’t have misspelled a word in First grade and thus bathroom “lick the soap twice”. I wanted to fucking kill them. I don’t know how I’ve gone this long without murdering someone. God literally made me incapable of physically hurting another human being. Because “little miss perfect” *rolls eyes* *flaps wings*
It’s possible my subconscious did misspell a word because I was being beat at home but I only got beat more at school so…
I am a Leo tho, and I was certain then it was a mistake… I was already upset when I saw my grade was less than perfect, but now, a liar too!?! Age ten was toughs.
Things (but mostly love)
Her hopes take flight, it catches starlight, it rides the night, it gives her dreams sight, for his love she will fight
He knows not his creed but it is burned to my tongue-
Like a tattoo by fate, open my gate and come
Please need me
I crawled on when my hope was gone
I saw sun but my eyes were burned
I found love where the hand was numb
I gave love when it would not come
He writes the most beautiful poetry
And I want to organize them into little treasures for my mind
An instrument of the finest wording and it starts with his rhyme
Pluck a note from me, as I’m slightly off key
It doesn’t take much to tune me when his writing is my shrine
He intoxicates me better than the finest wine
His words should come with a sign that reads, “do not engage”
So innocent was her love, so pure
The bouquet of poetry he would write would allure
It was love of this she was sure
In the afterglow of words she felt secure
Want a dose of paranoia mixed with anxiety? Well, if he is her and you are me and they are them, then who the fuck is she?
He doesn’t know it but he is a giant in my heart.
He was unaware of her worth
But there was something in her eye
And the look was divine
And it tasted of desire
Love sprung from the Earth
Everyone seems to be living such wonderful lives and I just want to hide in his eyes
He comes back for my love
When he’s lost his reserve
Just as I am giving up
Most days my soul is suffocating
Bouncing up and down
Flipping and flopping
Gasping for air
Frantic and in despair
Where is the life?
Silence brings violence
He’s not quite 6 feet but every bit iron foot
Just because you think I’m perfect doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell me I’m good. Just because you don’t think I’m worth it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell me I could.
Death didn’t hurt. Everything else did.
He moves fast through my heart like rapids…
What I would give to be shifted to number one.
Love goes on through the seasons.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Safehouse
If there is a world where I exist
Please visit
I am a rainbow just waiting to get sunkissed
Like a solar flare my moods can get explicit
But it is through destruction where life has risen
And now you give love a speed limit
And you tie a ribbon of shame around my spirit
You label yourself “critic”
Where once a safehouse requiring no picket
I’d enter, I’d rest, and my dreams were so vivid
I’d cry and I’d dance and I loved you every minute
Your love was a sticky mist
I inhaled all of it (give me a fix)
© Delia Ross. 2019
Love Beats On
“Stop! What are you doing?”, he demanded an answer holding a look of shock
Her face stained with black mascara and fear so thick she could hardly talk
He kneeled down beside her, their eyes in a gridlock
“I’ve learned you are the one and now it’s time to walk the walk”
Lips connected and fate started their heart clock
Love beats on…
© Delia Ross. 2019
A sad beginning with a happy ending. The middle is now. Unwritten.
What Would Edgar Do?
Dear Edgar, tell me, what is it you would do?
Did your love make you a prisoner, too?
You crafted her poems and she loved you,
But that doesn’t work for me, no matter what I do.
Dear Poe, you were a cryptologist, you can solve this code?
The answer must be hidden, but the window has narrowed.
He keeps his soul hidden, where none have burrowed,
But ever since I found him, time has simply slowed.
© Delia Ross. 2019
I suppose he would die of a drunken, broken heart, naked and broke on the streets. Feels vaguely familiar…
Words Like Bullets
Where do you go in the dark with my heart
Words fire from my tongue like a bullet from a gun
The damage inaccessible but already done
Where do you go with my broken dreams
Do you savor the sounds of the sorrow they bring
When it comes to being hollow who is the king
Where have you gone with my voice
Give me a list of the roads I should void
You left me in rage, my tongue had no choice
© Delia Ross. 2019
Emergency Lights
Just as you are about to settle in the dark, and mount ontop of fear, he will appear, like emergency lights, to make everything alright, to build a boat from hope, it takes two to build one heart.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Winter Blues
Winter blues
Befit me like the coolest jewels
Never come in one or twos
Never are the lows I choose
Ah, winter blues
Sorry like the gems I lose
Tender is the heart you bruise
He lost more than just a muse
During winter blues
Never knowing who is who
Change the subject, change the views
Kill the need, scramble more clues
© Delia Ross. 2019
Lists
Depression worry not
Just divide your time into slots
Write a list of don’ts
Match it with the won’ts
Give the list a plot
Tie it in a knot
Care not where I rot
Then again on second thought
Gotta find that perfect spot
And then maybe it’s worth a shot
I’m a zombie: life and death is a constant postpone
It takes all of my energy just to sit here and moan
© Delia Ross. 2019
Oh my fucking gawdddddd, how many times have you heard, “just make a list” when you are depressed? I’m going to make a list alright and shove it up their fucking ass. I can’t even make a list on how to die. My will is not up to date. I can’t even fucking decide on a way. Or a place. And then, the dog… BUT I digress, somehow, if I just start making lists on things to be done (with dying number one) then my life would be in order, and if I just let God in I wouldn’t be depressed either, so says society. But if I tell my doctors that I want to fucking kill myself, they’ll take everything from me and lock me up in a fucking rubber room. Barbaric are the practices for treating depression. So, since no one can get it fucking right, y’all get to sit back and judge me from behind your screens, and some of you will even poke and prod me and then when I bite you call me crazy and you disappear. And since society has a hard time understanding that being depressed is not the same as being fucking crazy, the death toll continues to rise and I’m trying my hardest to jump on that fucking bandwagon. But, I’m too lazy too sick to even write a list of things to get done. And I don’t think I really want to die, I just want a friend cuz isolation is cold and dark and it’s kinda scary in here and fuck you for not forgiving me for biting you when you caused me to bite in the first place. Shame on you.
- Get house in order
- Godparents for pets?
- Update will
- Say goodbyes
- Write letters
- Pick outfit
- Method of dying?
- Location?
- Famous last words
Thoughts
I pick at my thoughts like a flower;
He loves me, he loves me not,
He loves me, maybe another hour.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Bad
There’s bad, then there’s worse
There’s luck, and there’s curse
There’s lies and there’s verse
There’s living but this just hurts
© Delia Ross. 2019
Monsters
I will always love him and he knows I always will
But it will never matter as monsters cannot feel
© Delia Ross. 2019
Druid
It matters not that I am human
Or how to his darkness I can tune in
He cares not if he keeps moving
That his soul is never fluid
And his cruelness is often proven
A beautiful soul gone to ruin
He sets his hand to always losing
He lives in shadows to keep from blooming
He is primal like a druid
© Delia Ross. 2019
Speaking of druids, this is a forever mood
I’m Sorry
I don’t know how to say I’m sorry again
I know coming and going seems to be a trend
I really hope forgiveness isn’t a dead end
I really hope for me your hand will still extend
Like towering clouds of doom
Your absence fell over my wound
Huge swells of sorrow circle my room
I hope to hear from you again soon
© Delia Ross. 2019
I really am sorry 😵
Timekeeper
“What time is it?” she asked hesitantly
“Time for me to pay attention to you”, he replied
“My favorite time”, she said
© Delia Ross. 2019
Exiled (Again)
They say I’m crazy but I’m really just a child
And when they act up I start acting wild
And when there’s no attention it only makes me riled
It’s like everyone’s a tribe and I’m the only one exiled
They say I’m crazy but I never did grow up
They don’t call me cougar cuz I’m still a cub or pup
Being an adult just wasn’t in my cup
It only requires nurturing to watch me develop
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’m a flower and if you pour light on me watch how I bloom (you can call me tulip)
Never
Nothingness matters
Gravity in the darkest seed
Too many hers floating in his seas
Lick the hand where it bleeds
Watch the hate fill the need
His wrongs cancel any good
He’ll lie and tell you I misunderstood
Straight from the pits of Hell to a young girl’s neighborhood
He’s never known integrity anywhere he stood
I’ll never forgive him even if I could
© Delia Ross. 2019
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