I’ll hold your hand through the darkness
That’s where I work the hardest
Where broken bones hell harvests
Overcome with the heartless
You’ll find my name on that list
You’ve got my heart in a harness
Attached to your soul that’s a carcass
© Delia Ross. 2019
Shrinking into oblivion
Falling into unknown
Crushing into gravity
Seeking only your throne
© Delia Ross. 2019
Farewell to words we never ever say
Goodbye to truth that never sees the day
So long to lives living only to decay
Goodnight to sin and the price that we pay
© Delia Ross. 2019
Take your absence, take your leave
Drink a bottle, forget about me
Remove my heart from your sleeve
Dig a hole where you can grieve
Place it with a stone
Mark it unknown
That’s where my love has gone
Now you have a home
© Delia Ross. 2019
The streets are empty but the sirens call
It’s a sound that won’t let you down
Comforting; alone or together we fall
Death will be our only crown
Why are we even strangers at all
Bound to shadows and a frown
Why do you always make us crawl
Until we’re all ghost in this town
© Delia Ross. 2019
One day it will be all gone
Every single monument
Every single song
Everything and anything man has ever done
One day it will all be erased
But my love for you can never be replaced
© Delia Ross. 2019
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You need pressure to keep moving
You need motion for improving
You need love for all the soothing
You need miracles for disproving
You need failure for approving
You risk heartbreak for life booming
You need feet to get grooving
YOU NEED PRESSURE TO KEEP MOVING
After sadness comes the bruising
You will fall down after losing
You need kings for your own ruling
You fight when we should be blooming
You need pressure to keep moving
You need to change what you are doing
This bus goes to a different schooling
It’s yours now for the choosing
Open your eyes now, see what you’re viewing
© Delia Ross. 2019
I don’t know the ocean floor
I fear the things down under
Unto it though I do explore
The depths can bring you wonder
I don’t know who you are
But still you bring me thunder
Found you hidden under a star
Afraid the world will plunder
© Delia Ross. 2019
The ghosts in these halls never haunt me
Each memory a prison that will taunt me
Constrained by the pain you have taught me
© Delia Ross. 2019
I don’t know where you come from, or where you are living
I don’t know your nicknames or if you like drinking gin
I don’t know if you’re married or if you’ve ever been
I don’t know if you’re broken or out there still looking
I know we’ve rarely spoken, I’m not one you’re interested in
I just wanted you to know you really move me with your pen
© Delia Ross. 2019
Hate as a shield
Words as a minefield
Wounds go unhealed
Attacks until you yield
Slowing down will get you killed
Your gravity has been revealed
© Delia Ross. 2019
Coming down from the mountain
Coming down from the pain
Crucified for my laughter
Crucified for your blame
Away from the crowd
Away from the shame
Awake for the moment
Awake the moment you came
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’m told that I have a voice and that I have a name
If you really listen close you can hear your own calling
I’m thinking maybe mine is broke ‘cuz I barely hear a thing
Silence overtook the place where you should have been dwelling
Sometimes your absence is so loud I simply start yelling
© Delia Ross. 2019
I didn’t realize I built these walls so high
I’m so low I never even see sky
My heart is cold, my bones are dry
Received orders never questioning why
I don’t know if there are any doors here
Inside these walls only panic and fear
Are you a key or are you the spear
Are you here to see that I disappear
© Delia Ross. 2019
You only speak to me when in a drunken fever
It doesn’t say very much the words that you deliver
Hate for all the words you never said to me
Hate for making me feel this invisibility
Hate for all the moments that you cherish her instead
Hate for all the aches and being left with the dead
Hate for ever knocking and getting a good look at you
Hate because I love you no matter who you choose
© Delia Ross. 2019
Sleeping on a bed made of only her dead flowers
Lost are the words, even less are the hours
Put it in your hand, now it’s yours with the powers
Every moment passed, falling deeper in the towers
Lost are the moments you still search but never find
Even with the perfect words, it will never be well-timed
Unless you are a girl, she will just leave you behind
You will never be the one that is ever on her mind
© Delia Ross. 2019
Some are confused about what happens when you pass
Some are tossed away and left in the trash
Others buried deep below, underneath the clean, mowed grass
Others gather promptly like they are going to a class
Bodies dressed in the finest silk and brass
Others drop a tear while they’re refilling up their glass
Some will bring you food after leaving from their flats
And whisper to the living that this pain too shall pass
Bodies decompose, they stink and fill with gas
You’ll never even know, you’re too busy chasing ass
It’s really how it goes, didn’t mean to break your glass
As accidents will show, death will always come trespass
© Delia Ross. 2019
Ever faithful Lu
Angel of burden
Bearer of truth
Ever watchful eye over you
No mercy here to soothe
An army of darkness
Preying through your youth
Dancing around your pain
Jaded and uncouth
Closer comes the reign
But you haven’t got a clue
You can run towards daylight
He’ll be smiling when you do
© Delia Ross. 2019
I lived, I died, and I didn’t concur a thing
Even love evaded me
When angels fall, they don’t have a wing
But I fell, so I could hear him sing
I broke, for he is a king
© Delia Ross. 2019
I saw you in the reflection of my smile; decided to linger around awhile
It’s not the same as living in denial; not by a long-mile
© Delia Ross. 2019
40 years been packing and on the explore
Can hear his cries bounce off the distant shore
Stranded in deserts and pulling on my core
I would go there, if only for the lore
But I would search for forty more
If it meant I’d find his door
© Delia Ross. 2019
I would give you all and not even sweat it
Every single word and not even regret it
I would lose it all so you can net it
There’s space for healing if you let it
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ve lived so many decades
I’ve lived a hundred lives
I’ve let down so many faces
I’ve met a thousand knives
I’ve ran around in places
Where nothing else survives
The weight of my own cases
Carry all of my nine lives
© Delia Ross. 2019
I don’t understand how it is we’ve got so far
The distance so demanding I can’t get there by car
Spiraled out to feed you and you turned into a star
Everything erupted now I’m feeling so bizarre
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s what I tell myself to get by, my favorite lie
And one I never use but on myself
If said with a sigh, it’s likely I’ll cry
So I smile and draw a cross upon my chest
There may be a time, I hid more in rhyme
But now there’s really only one left
If put in a book, I know you would look
So I hid the only one on my shelf
© Delia Ross. 2019
I hid my heart so it wouldn’t get stolen
I got an injury and now it is swollen
Can feel it throbbing though it never was open
I stored it away so it wouldn’t get broken
It’s never been loved and I’m not even joking
Now it’s getting late and the window is closing
© Delia Ross. 2019
I don’t need a fancy dress, I don’t need a king
I don’t want a gold headdress, or a diamond ring
I won’t ever make you guess, just keep me near your wing
A kiss or two though I confess, would make me feel something
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pulled straight out from the mire
One sweet heart now gone sour
Leave it to cower for an hour
Diminish the balance of power
Make it feel your fire
Left unattended it should expire
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ve never had anyone look at me the way they look at her
Although I am fully grown I must be an amateur
I wonder when they look at me I appear to be a blur
Similar to a black hole, is there nothing to observe?
Many times I have been told I’m just not what they prefer
But why do they always get to decide what is that I deserve?
I applied to move to Mars, I hope they put in my transfer…
© Delia Ross. 2019
Mostly clear with periodic downfalls
You can reach out but I’m ignoring most calls
If you drop by might find me clawing the halls
I’d communicate but my voice it just stalls
I don’t want to go out or browsing the malls
Just say goodbye, it’s better to avoid any pitfalls
© Delia Ross. 2019
Tired of dudes hitting on me and then rejecting me
Most of them probably need a vasectomy
They shouldn’t make children no matter the necessity
I’m over you and that’s a guarantee
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ll never be available to you in any capacity
The feeling is mutual, I’ll fuck off rapidly
Tired of being shamed for my hospitality
You’ll never have my adoration and that is reality
© Delia Ross. 2019
She laid down her head on top of his tomb
It’ll quickly be over, it’ll be over soon
She’d been planning for days, it’ll happen by noon
Finally time for a nap, resting below is her groom
© Delia Ross. 2019
I can think of better things to do than to march in a sad parade
They wanted to demote me and give me a lower grade
Slow it down they said, you ain’t working to get paid
Your life doesn’t concern me, you’ll be charged if you complain
© Delia Ross. 2019
I grew up on Tennessee whiskey
Tequila Sunrise, Bloody Mary, Long Island Iced Tea, daiquiris
I’ll have love on the rocks please
© Delia Ross. 2019
Dark hair brown-eyed boy
get to know me
There are fields of gratitude to plow
The crown of my joy
and topic of every story
With you anything I’ll allow
© Delia Ross. 2019
The world sleeps
It passes noise for confusion
Sleep for delusion
Death it still creeps
© Delia Ross. 2019
Heartache at breakfast
It’s the meal of the week
Leaves you so malnourished
You can’t get on your feet
© Delia Ross. 2019
If you are the tide then I am the pebble underneath the soaring waves
You shape and move me in the most beautiful ways
I could get lost under your current for several days
Gone off radar though your path is one that saves
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ll write the memo in code, cut it in thirds, send it with birds- But I hope the urgency is better than these 25 words.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Bits of pieces here & there. Thoughts. Ideas. Microwords.
I feel like watching you smile is one of the most beautiful things I can witness in life.
If you can’t have it, dream about it. Fantasize. Talk to yourself. Loneliness is a state, not a being. Be one with it.
Love. Even when you can’t.
Forgiveness isn’t hard. Ego is.
You’re one second away from being older. Cherish the new.
The walls we build around us to keep the sadness out also keeps out the joy.
I swear on my soul every time you smile a new galaxy is born. I can feel the after shocks in my heart. Even the Sun has sworn. Look how it shines on you.
You wear revenge on your heart.
Black soul, Black hole
Not much of a difference I know
Like a mold it will grow
It’s not too late to finish what you started.
Feasting on single lane, leaving darkness for tomorrow
Getting wasted on joy instead, I’m sick of all this sorrow
Skipping down single lane, I’ve nothing you can borrow
LOVE IS THE GREATEST CROWN, There’s no trouble here this part of town
He’s my favorite season of them all.
Everyone keeps asking me what it is I do. Well, I’m in the pursuit for happiness. Aren’t you?
Oh my tummy tum tum
Is growling like it wants some rum
I guess I better give it some….
You give what you take and you take what you give
I’m so tired of this mourning and I just want to live
Taking a break from my woes.
Did you know you could break me like glass?
Empty as a bottle.
Sometimes I need someone to disconnect with.
So evading these lines
I’ve tried to forget a thousand times
Feeling better about end days
And even less about rhyme
His voice puts movement in my heart.
But this one cut me deep like steel
I don’t know if I can ever heal
It hurts
These years they tend to cut
More challenges than it’s worth
It’s like a gunshot to the soul
CRUSH
Boys & misfortune are of most importance
Make me immortal so I can sleep forever.
My moral compass may be broken.
More cancelled invitations
I get the most in the nation
Shots of rum in my freezer
Make me less of an appeaser
I’m working on borrowed time.
I’m ready, not able
I’m under the weather and need to get stable
On and on silence is your war
He uses love like a seed
To pit in you jealousy & greed
To fight so hard for freedom
Years for liberty
Can anyone see me?
Lu once told me, all I had to do was prey.
Said you never loved
and you love me now
But you’re saying that
As you’re saying ciao
I left him lying
The trouble with love it’s trying
But don’t stick it out with a man who keeps you crying
His mouth is rot he’ll only keep denying
That’s his plan to slowly watch you dying
I never met a beast more terrifying
But why do good girls always come last?
My heart is a poet. Every beat is a syllable. Poetry its soul. I am but a poem waiting to be rhymed. Slow goes it.
You’ll soon be guest of honor at the crematorium.
Pain may appear closer in mirror.
Actually, I’m not angry. I’m fueled with intelligence and wit. I will smack thee with a mirror and say BEHOLD, SCUM. CLEAN THYSELF! 😉
© Delia Ross. 2019
And there upon my epitaph shall say, “died in the womb”, for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb.
© Delia Ross. 2019
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