Pen, words, mouth, lips, it's all relative...
Ain't no time for slowing down, I'm gonna crash right into you. Your gravity is pulling on me and I'm rushing towards you no matter what I do... keep pulling on me, he's pulling on me
the sleeping vampire has awoken
the absence of words is silence
No doors, no windows, no cracks, no openings
Hate because I was never good enough for you 😦
I sleep on all the flowers you buy her that she throws away.
no one here's getting out alive... (life goes on after you die)
(We're in hell man) - a poem about Lu
Fell for you
Uhm, happiness or something
It's been a forty year search party thus far...
Net my fucking heart please
My back hurts.... a poem about why
You're so far away now I don't think I can reach you
A poem about my favorite lie that I never tell...
Last call for love
Why are simple things so hard to find?
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
Hey dudes, no worries, hitching a ride to Mars soon... I HOPE (a poem about that)
Warning: Do Not Enter
A poem about rejection
A poem about FUCKING OFF FOREVER
A micropoem by poet POEETERNAL
A cute poem about sadness and depression.
I'll have a double shot please
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
A micropoem about the effects people have on us
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. … Continue reading Things of Note by PoeEternal
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