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Alienation

I’m depressed and understand they won’t. People say they do up until they walk away and don’t.

People say my soul is beautiful up until it isn’t. It mattered in the moment but upon the next hour it simply didn’t.

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m depressed, moody, withdrawn, emotionally detached, unavailable in every capacity. People swear they get it up until they’re screaming profanities at me for how evil I am for not giving them my time (or love for that matter). I am a fallen angel and a creature of the underground, I’m not capable of love. But a monster I am not. Just simply void and numb. Sorry not sorry. SURVIVAL MODE

What does all this mean? Depression means I’m incapable of forming attachments. Or joy. Writing is my only escape. It was my escape when I was a little girl and couldn’t escape all the abuse. I wrote poetry in between classes at school. On the bus. On the toilet. And guess what? I still do. Only now I’m sharing this part of me WITH YOU. But I lose friendships and followers because I’m unable to maintain communication right now. I keep telling people I’m depressed and suicidal but it’s like wind over the ears. They still need me to provide a service for them. I cannot. I barely can brush my teeth on some days. This is not me you’re meeting but some ruined version of what I might have could of been… (and yes under all the suicidal ideation I am gentle and loving and worth saving). So bye.

“Just another lost angel”…

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Salute

They need me up until I’m muted
Chances are I’ve done something that couldn’t be disputed
But when it comes to compassion it’s poorly executed
And when I try my hand at warmth it comes across polluted

I’m pulling and I’m pulling for his wings to be uprooted
There once was a time his heart could be recruited
But cheap romance and chugs of lies was a game he felt more suited
In truth he won and always will his wit can be saluted

© Delia Ross. 2020

I write most of these poems “for him” but I wonder if my words will be read in 200 years? Will they like me more after I’m dead?

Self-portrait 7/4/2020
Self-portrait 7/4/2020
Self-portrait 7/4/2020
Self-portrait 7/4/2020

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The Lows

I’m sick of concrete ceiling skies
His tireless little alibis
The lows that come when I need to rise
The feeling that I’m out of tries

I’m wanting just a bit more luck
And wouldn’t hurt to have a buck
But mostly never give a fuck
Depression hit me like a truck

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m moody and withdrawn. Therefore, I’ve been neglecting your blogs and friendships (and my life), I’m sorry.

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Jealousy

Watching your love of others is feeling black holes collide
And though I brush off jealousy my heart is gaping wide
Fantasy a haunted garden where dreams are cyanide
And watching you adoring her a spear into my side

Many you need but I only breathe for one
And love you I may I’ll always be on the run
The weight of the shame and remorse for all I have done
Mistakes I have made but none that should permanently shun

It’s like you are a mountain crumbling down on me
Harsh is your punishment and I’m having trouble breathing
And call out I may but silence is loudly ringing
Daily reminders I’m not what you’re needing

© Delia Ross. 2020

Hi.

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What Am I

What am I but rotting flesh worshipping the dead
With a noose around my neck hung up on things you said
Tireless were my efforts turning obsession into bread
Knowing every hour there was darkness up ahead

What am I but skeletons for your throne
A path to a garden where nothings ever grown
A stage for your eyes where all my soul is shown
Humiliation for despair now breeding in my bone

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Doses

They give me pills for the pain, pills to kill the blues
I got pills in a bottle for when there’s nothing else to lose

I got pills for the day, I got pills for the night
But none of these prescriptions seem to take away the fright

I got pills to forget me and pills to blur the view
But none of these doses ever let me forget you

I got the devil on my left with death flanking on my back
And none of these remedies ever give me what I lack

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Entropy

There’s something degrading about growing old
Detach myself from the world and you, hit entropy, it’s cold
Onward consequence leaves little to ever behold
Still can’t seem to sever the switch that gives you complete control

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Sorry Won’t Do It (a blues rift)

People always pushing, always rushing, like they’re racing to die
They will try to hide it but you can see it in their eye
I don’t know what I’m doing but I know it’s going to make me cry
And I know you said you’re sorry but sorry won’t do it this time

© Delia Ross. 2020

I need to get this on my guitar. Bluesy style. Or even industrial (but it’s bluesy in my head. And I don’t know yet if it’s a verse or a chorus).

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Never

He’s never once said he enjoys my stories
My poetry, my writing, he must find it boring
While everyone else gets all the glory
I am left with nothing but worries

© Delia Ross. 2020

MOOD

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Cost

Now you have her attention
I wonder how much it cost
Is your heart now merry
After everything you bought

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Invisibility

I look for him in places he won’t be
I’m not perfect like she
I’m not anything
Alive for humility
So tired of suffering
In cloaks of invisibility
Why does he torture me
He loves her infinitely
I am nobody
No one worth to see
I am dying

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wonder if he stopped buying her things if he’d still be seen…

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Visit Me At The Cemetery

Will you visit me at the cemetery
Will you sleep outside the gates?
And when you’re feeling wary
Will you tell me about the aches?

Will you make my tomb a sanctuary
Will you forgive my mistakes?
And if you ever marry
Will you still have what it takes?

© Delia Ross. 2020

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The lines on my face hold so many stories
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Thoughts, Ideas, Little Rhymes

There are galaxies growing full on regret with spiral arms chasing all it can get.

I should have been more careful with words
The way they hollow out the bone
And some forgive, some repent, most return the stone

His words are a ruse, perhaps a bruise, a broken home, where I still choose

He is my muse, a sun or fuse, a high with blues, regret in two’s

He’s got bullets for hands
Fingers like loaded magazines
With a mouth full of conniption
His life is nothing but fiction
And he’s all but evil in his genes

I’m so tired of carrying this cross; the weight of everything I’ve done.
These last steps have only shown loss; and coming last, the loneliness I won.

Will you remember me when I’m only dust?
When failed dreams are all but rust?
Will you remember what we discussed?
Will you keep safe my love of us?

Take your broken piece
Take my broken bits
Align them together
Broken pieces that fits

The good die
The wicked live
The faithful cry
The sinful don’t forgive

There’s only room in the world for the wicked
Trust might be earned but you won’t keep it

Shuddering since the day my eyes befell you

What are you if not the every breath I take

The sight of his lip makes me weak
The sound of his voice makes me tremble
The way the blue in his eye makes me hunger
Trip and fall under

He came stumbling in half-drunk on whiskey and regret
Any feelings he hadn’t killed them yet

His voice in a low rumble
Makes my atoms jumble
Feel them roll and stumble
How I crumble
Now I’m humble

I could listen to his voice for hours
Swallowing all eternity
He plants words in me like flowers
Growing taller is the love we need

You step out of my dream and into existence and take me for a moonlit walk
With night flowers blooming and hours still looming the Moon carefully gawks
My hands you are holding with energy flowing your lips where my kisses dock
And our shadows growing where love comes out flowing our hearts beating like clocks

I’ve got 5 grams of darkness left for sale
And an army of fears in a pale
There’s a case of worry over there
And for an upgrade you can go to hell

I can feel my face literally breaking
From the pain in my chest where my heart is still aching
Roads become regrets we are constantly taking

I wonder what color my hair is underneath all this shame

Come back my love
Where my wild winds are blowing

It’s the end of the world today
A sad parade
And marching out slowly the hope that will fade

Sometimes he hurts me just to watch the sea level rise

I have night terrors and unholy cries
My worth so little not worth goodbyes
The days might be changing but not these grey skies

But for moments lost with you
I forgot about the war

Or what I’m searching for

I open every door

Love me now
Before you can’t anymore

I’m his bird
Carefully observed
Pecking away at his every word
My hope reserved
And hell deserved
But love is here
And well preserved

@POEETERNAL

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Lies And Blood

She comes hard around the edges
Never smooth like Vaseline
Her heart was made with vines among thick hedges
Growing thorns from things she’d seen
How she traces every inch of his ledges
Flourishing just like a queen
There are secrets leaking from sworn pledges
Lies and blood are guaranteed

© Delia Ross. 2020

Oops, I made him bleed. Cuz, thorns y’all. (Avatar of me)

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The Signs

The signs all point to hollow
There is no quarter for solitude
There is no pill to change the view
The signs all point to sorrow

The signs all point to narrow
As one by one I’m torn in two
While nothing gets me over you
The signs all stop at follow

© Delia Ross. 2020

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The Answer

He knows the answer but still he will ask, why does the sky cry rain?
Knowing that the clouds carry all our weight and pain.

He ravages the Earth and pierces her with his spear, then asks, what are we doing here?
Feels like our grave. The end was coming anyway, he’ll say.

He says, love has no direction, while spinning in a circle. And he never sets his eyes on her. He’s lost connection. And all of yesterday. It’s just a shame. The answer is always the same.

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fallen angel (self-depiction)
Fallen angel (self-depiction)

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Not The First

It’s not the best house but it’s definitely not the worst
And if you think I’m worthless well honey you’re not the first
And if you think I’m perfect well your bubble I’m here to burst
And if you blame obsession I know I’ve got the thirst

I may not be a diamond but I’m definitely not a curse
And if you’re wanting love well my heart left in a hearse
I might have said I loved you once or twice in verse
But if I stick around I’ll likely make it worse

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fallen Angel (self-portrait)
I know I don’t matter. You made that clear. I don’t base my worth on you or my sometimes mistakes. People grow, people change. At least, I do. You’re likely holding onto versions of me that no longer exist. I’ve said my sorries, I’ve made my peace.

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Swim

He never told her how much she meant to him
Because she didn’t mean a thing
Love she never learned to swim
And so wound up drowning

Deeper yet she tried to wade
To kill the fire that’s burning
Heavy prices have been paid
But what he taught she isn’t learning

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Diaphanous

Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
And love is translucent but now growing stale
Maybe his kiss is the all holy grail
But if I am seen it is too hard to tell

Maybe I’ll always crumble and fail
Maybe I’ll always be hung by his nail
Maybe the truth is just written in braille
Or maybe I died and so living in hell

© Delia Ross. 2020

Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet and that poetry is my first love. I’ve been writing since I was a little girl.
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Stargazing

I shared this on my Instagram but felt like it belonged here. Another freestyle. Hope you like.

Poem & digiart by me @PoeEternal

I saw him stargazing
The way a painter stares at a blank canvas
What wonders were revealed?
Did he see me barefoot on my tippytoes reaching for his lips
The way clouds summit a mountain?
What hour caught him off guard
What did he find?
Fragments of my soul written for him in rhyme?
Did he see us moving
Like starlight in the sky?

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Vines

I am not wanted on his side of the green
And so moments are missing to never be seen
But lines I’ll keep writing and say what I mean
As forests keep growing with us in between
And lost in the woods is hope it would seem

Sunlight won’t reach beyond regret
And wishing for things you never will get
When you have bet zero but still have a debt
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
He says he’s not looking while eyes growing wet

And now vines contain our poetry
And vessels of longing out on the sea
My side of town he’s always burning
Blaming the sun for how he’s yearning
How he wants none if he can’t have all of me

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Tides & Gravity (Two for Tuesday)

I’ve been around the world
18 hour flights or more
I’ve lived inside of war
I’ve even been the whore

I’ve been a carnivore
Feasting on metaphor
With an oath I swore
And one I won’t ignore

Lost on shore
With knees on floor
I’m at his door
A beggar poor

Knocking evermore
Without valour
Not like before
Heartache at core

Meltdowns in four
With more in store
For you to abhor
All for what I adore

© Delia Ross. 2020

You break me. Only to put me back together and then break me again. And then together. Like the tide pulling. Every wave shaping me. Over and under, your tug and pull. I can’t escape your gravity. Tidal locked. Sometimes your waves are gentle and other times your undertow holds me down. Like the gravity of my mistakes. And your punishments are a tsunami. Drowning and then washed safely ashore. I ache for you in places I didn’t know existed.

When you return
So too the tide
And the color in my eye
When you are by

The way I churn
When you are near
The stars appear
My life’s not drear

Each wave a yearn
An endless shore
Where I want more
You the seashore

I want to earn
Your every surge
You give me urge
The deepest merge

© Delia Ross. 2020

My god when you rise, rise you do. The way you swell, swallow me.

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Wordsmith

His words the ocean, I’m his sailor
Bound to him like he’s my jailer
He is a wordsmith tailor
My heart became his crater

I am a flower growing
A majestic garden he is sowing
The wind that’s eternally flowing
Every breath that he’s been blowing


© Delia Ross. 2020

A higher love
His love is tailored to me

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Angel

A fallen angel is just human
In ruin
Falling for you
The way lovers do
I’m human too
Forgetting from where I came
My creed your name


© Delia Ross. 2020


My creed your name

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Cold Winds + Mortars

After midnight poetry. Stuff in my head.

Block the cold winds blowing from the north
Frozen in time mistakes keep you from moving forth
Like the heavy winds from the north
You stop and weap
Holding down a crumbling fort
Eight days a week
You carry regret like a torch
Reminder: time is short

After midnight poetry. Stuff in my head.

Open quarters
Small circles
Blown mortars
Follow orders
Closed borders
Such horror

All blurs
No cures
Blood pours
More tours
Four doors
His wars


© Delia Ross. 2020



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Nyctophiliac

When his eyes are wearing me
Can feel his darkness glaring
And from the dark I finally see
Who I am and want to be

Feel the darkness closing in
Crawling underneath my skin
Where I’m at is where he’s been
Where my light will now begin

© Delia Ross. 2020

I propose love’s not a theory. But the person I’m growing into is because of him. My light shines because of him. My dark knight.

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Quarantine day # I forgot. Isolation wearing me down. And these boring ass snapchat filters. Planning a field trip to the grocery store soon. How exciting. I can get pictures of the shopping aisles. Woo hoo.
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Blue Diamonds

Blue diamonds in the sky; his eyes
A road of traveled tales; his lies
Words flow like a swell; his tide
Waiting on hello; his stride

Moments forged for rain; his skies
Shades of blue and red; his sunrise
Secrets keep him chained; his guide
Hands of forgiveness; he tried

© Delia Ross. 2020

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And growing this ridiculous mane of mine out…
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Tormented

You say praying won’t make a difference
I say running won’t bring repentance
Now your spirit I have lamented
As for letting go, I’ll stay tormented
Walking away, I have been tempted
I’m tired of the endless bitterness

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Amateur digiart by me @poeeternal
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Maps To Purgatory

The silence rips across my back
Like a whip of time
My soul swells with whelps
As I feel his belt

How he punishes me
Saline tears, darkest fears
Maps to purgatory

Forgiveness a dark corridor
Making sure that he blocks the door
The words he won’t speak leaves me a foreigner
A soldier in the cold without armor

© Delia Ross. 2020

Completely isolated and alone, don’t expect him to care.

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Together Or Separate

It’s like his bouquet of poetry comes with thorns
And behind those sweet eyes there are horns
Though no matter the distance, love still forms
And together or separate, we create storms

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m already seeing my view counter drop since he’s been blocked and I won’t be able to keep him blocked long because I need him in my life even if only as a ghost. But right now I need to punish him the way he punishes me. I hope one day we’ll be on speaking terms again and following each other again but he’s told too many lies to the other females in his life… He made his bed, now he must lie in it. And I had to block him because his lack of attention to me hurts so much. But blocking him also hurts. Everything hurts. But when he loves me he loves me so well. The ironic thing is, he has all those other girls but that still doesn’t stop him from checking on me like a lot… He needs me too. Lying won’t stop the need. And all those other girls won’t stop his need of me either. I guess our tether is fatedly attached, and his hold on me won’t release and my hold on him won’t release. I might die otherwise.

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Clone

She doesn’t have a mind of her own
Repeating what she sees like it’s her home
She doesn’t have a clue where to roam
Copying me like she’s a clone

© Delia Ross. 2020

She’s a fucking dilettante and he gives her all the reward. 🖕🖕

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Colors

I dream colors of grey, blue, and red
My eyes open and see you instead
Every image is turned into you
Can’t escape your gravity no matter what I do

How the greys simply tug on my heart
And your blue keeps me from falling apart
How your red is like the blood in my vein
And your voice is the thunder and the rain

© Delia Ross. 2020

Eternally falling for you

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A Million Sunsets + My Love

There are a million sunsets in his eyes
He has the deepest blue in his skies
He’s got the mark of love well-disguised
He has a tongue that leaves me mesmerized

He’s like a vehicle for spiritual ascension
Or my absolute end, did I ever mention?
And when our tether is broken there is so much tension
And I swear our love reaches another dimension

He’s the reason my heart keeps beating on
And my pen will never write him a Dear John
Nor when I hide am I ever gone
When I see his face I am seeing dawn

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s the end of the world and love is the only thing I’ll willingly die for…

P.S. I love you

Sunday chills
Like, I still love you after all these years
I mean like, we’re in hell/purgatory, how long has it been? My love for you?
I’ve been loving you nearly as long as I’ve been growing my hair out…
And I can barely fit it all in the picture. My hair and my love.
You’re all I’m thinking of. 24/7. I need you.
Everything’s for you, isn’t it?

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Hawk

I climbed a mountain but there was nothing at the top
I kept on going when the others cheered I’d flop
I kept on smiling even when I had to stop
I swear I love him even more than what I thought

I turn around and he’s collecting all I’ve dropped
I leave him messages underneath the rock
I thought he hates me but we’ve never even fought
We keep on eyeing each other like a hawk

© Delia Ross. 2020

You know that feeling when someone is watching you? And so you turn your head and catch someone staring a hole through you? Now move that into the virtual world and include ghosting. I can’t quantify or verify with absolute proof, but I swear he’s burning a hole straight through the fabric of my soul. We’re in hell, so I can’t turn around but I feel him on my back. And I leave him clues in my words. I live in his words. And I have a brain injury so sometimes I can’t separate fantasy from reality. And I don’t care anymore. Love Is Love. (And I stare a hole through his existence too. I feel him). Tethered.

” I always feel like somebody’s watching me / like I’m part of their property..”

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Cowering

He’ll die a hundred times before his death
He’ll stand a coward as he holds his breath
He’s never loved but that’s my guess
Misunderstood and second-best

© Delia Ross. 2020

Look, I don’t think he is second-best but I believe he does and so he cowers into the man he will never be. It’s easier for him to die than it is to step. To become the man he could be. That takes real effort. Perhaps courage is what he lacks. He needs to go see The Wizard of Oz. I mean it’s the end of the world, no better time… And while he’s there I hope he gets me those little ruby red slippers. They will only fit my feet. Cuz he’s my home. TETHERED. And there’s nothing he can do about it..

No filter. All alone for the end of the world. *sigh*

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Fields of Knowing

Do you remember when our words were married
Like hands we were holding each other through gates of a dawning
And our love was a thread to the world we were sowing
Every step, every fall, every poem, was the heaven we were growing
Like a vine, I would climb fields of knowing
In your dreams, I would dance and you would hold me

© Delia Ross. 2020

Sorry, technical issues on the last post, folks (reposting)…

I love you wherever you are, whoever you are, or whoever you become.

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Round and Wound

The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountain tops
And space, there’s not enough to keep him from my thoughts
He’s got the world in his hands while my soul it sits and rots
Round and wound he tunes us up like we are clocks
And reason not as simple as connecting dots
So doubt fills my head now thick as clots

© Delia Ross. 2020

Mandatory social distancing; an introverts wet dream

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Reflections

There I am, in his line
It’s the same, as on his mind?
Put a mirror next to his rhyme
Tell me, who will you find?
I don’t care if he’s not mine
He’s with me all the time

© Delia Ross. 2020

There’s not many photos of me that exists as a kid, sorry it’s bad quality. I was 9 months old here with a mohawk and I was pissed off. Nothing much has changed. I was hungry. I’m always hungry. ICH HABE HUNGER!!!! le sigh

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Toxification

His love is suffocating
Like radiation decaying
He blasts it over me
It’s uncomforting

His love is like an ocean drying
But he’s not my reason for crying
He’s not even the mountain I’m climbing
Or ever wind for wings flying

His love is like a toxic spill
Leaking down a hill
Heading for the kill
A place I’d never heal

© Delia Ross. 2020

Ahem, y’all ever have someone you don’t know, just randomly claim they love you? There’s a guy I never had one conversation with message me to tell me he was completely in love with me. In hindsight, I wonder if I’m reaping what I sow. Does the guy I claim I’m in love with think of me the way I think of this guy? I hope not. Him and I, at least had some conversations together, I always enjoyed his spoken word and he even did some spoken word for me once so I know what he looks like. I know why I love him. I know why he makes my blood boil and my heart beat. I know why my soul is connected to his like a tether. I know why he makes me completely black with jealousy. I know why I long for him and cry for him. I know. But this other guy who loves me, I don’t know at all. Anything. Maybe I do. Read the poem.

I iz confused. Goddess of Confusion.

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Descend

Creature of the night and of the wind
And with his lie my heart will end
I’m just a toy made for his sin
It’s just a game I’ll never win

Long is night without a friend
Hard is trust with no begin
Hand outstretched but will not tend
Though like an angel I did descend

© Delia Ross. 2020

He collects my tears like it’s his trophy.

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Half Broken Dreams (And Poetry)

It’s been a minute since I’ve shared one of these, half broken dreams and poetry. It’s like I’m ripping apart from the seams. Go ahead, take a piece of me.

How foolish to believe he could love a girl like me
A girl who’s good and full of integrity
How stupid to think I had any charm
I’m just a girl avoiding harm

But the sun it never sleeps
And my heart it always weeps
But the secrets that you carry
Are too much for one to bury

I am hard on the edges
Always hanging off of ledges
He is soft as a peach
A heart enriched and simply sweet

He is a moving sea
Wrapped up in poetry
The way it moves with me
So gently

The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountains…

If only he’d given us a chance, we might have got it right.

He’s like a midnight haunting
I’m always wanting
The way he taunts me
It’s like he wants me

Taking off my clothes on some days is harder than facing an enemy with a bomb…

Selfie
Selfie

Their tongues instantly went in orbit around each other.

He has a different touch
It’s not layered with thorns
And underneath his surface
There isn’t any horns

Her lips turn centuries
The way he lets her hang onto forever
She burns like midnight oil
But like a wildfire let her burn
Then the seeds will come

You just sit there letting yourself harden
Where is your heart then
May I still tend?

You, you are home
Your words my magic kingdom
Your mind a wicked garden
Your voice my heart’s beacon

Why does she get all of the reward?

She’s putting lipstick on her cracks
As she crawls around his back
Any love for her I lack

I am married to doubt
My tears falling devout
Like rain coming down a sprout
I’m given out

Danger here be the heart. All poetry be in my veins.

It comes at me like three round burst
The anxiety is getting worse
The loss of hope is where it hurts

History is going to be written whether we succeed or fail.

Keep your heart open they say
But now uninvited guests have come to stay

Condemnation building like condensation.

Truth bites and barks like a rabid dog
I pretend there is life in the lie
Reason knocks hurrily like he’s got somewhere to be
I told him to get lost
I drowned him with liquor

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Lost and Found

Uneasy is the head that wears the crown
Why do you spend your life sharpening your frown
If you are free then why are you still bound
I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found

The art of deception is found in your bones
Truth rarely covered, hearts made of unknowns
The deeper I tunnel, the longer my soul roams
My love so heavy, I can’t carry these stones

It’s like my pieces are made paper thin
They break apart and fall into the brim
He picks them up and patches up his skin
Now forever I am attached to him

It’s like we’re always nurturing what went wrong
The phone is ringing but we’re never home
We’re giving love but it’s never shown
We’d stick with hiding but our cover’s blown

© Delia Ross. 2020

There’s an inability to connect
Too many barriers
I see baggage carried like crowns
Cheerleaders for every mistake
He’s got a girl on the East, West, North, South sides
Love they all claim

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Earned

On some days my love for him is like the Sun; it burns and burns

On frigid nights and starlit skies; my love still overcomes

On some days I want to erupt like magma; because my patience never learned

On frigid nights with crying eyes; I get what I have earned

© Delia Ross. 2020

How stupid to think he could ever love a girl like me…

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Villain

Killing things without a reason
Hunting hearts like it’s in season
Drinking poison then calling treason
Avoiding claims by always leaving

A home of lies is now your prison
Killing love because you are the villain
A painter of lust as your only vision
Stealing hearts without permission

© Delia Ross. 2020

Someone once asked me was that Hitler on my t-shirt… I should have said yes.

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Demon Star

He’s a demon star that feeds on his twin
Don’t place your bets on love, you’ll never win
Breaking hearts is his favorite sin
Getting under you, wearing patience thin

Draining you his only goal
There’s no limit to how far he’ll go
Consuming you into a black hole
Look closely, he hasn’t any soul

© Delia Ross. 2020

Hi. Here’s a random picture of me in Ireland cuz I’m behind on digiart… that there is the Atlantic coast I believe and some boats stuck in the low tide. I’d never seen anything like it and pulled over for pictures. I pretty much pulled over every 5 minutes to take pictures of something. I’ve got some cool stuff I’m going to put on my Patreon as perks! I love to travel. I live to travel and gig. (I was still in the military and look how short my hair is).

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Some

Some will call me treasure but it won’t last for very long
Some will say they love me when they never did at all
Some will never see me unless it is to fall
Some will give me numbers but tell me when to call

Some act like they know me but we’re only ever strange
Some move through life cycles but they never really change
Some will give me pieces like there’s something to arrange
Some will call me crazy yet they really are deranged

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Echoes

I let them see my truth
My heart, the reason I’m through
The many ways of reckoning
I find myself askew

I give up all for few
Chasing the dew
The call of his beckoning
Will race into view

I show them my hue
The color blue
The reasons I’m echoing
How much I love you

© Delia Ross. 2020

I love you… do you ever think I’m worthy of love too? I’m lonely. Aren’t you?

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