The answer is always the same.
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
Closer than you know
Freshly written. Shed a tear or two.
Just a little love poem + digiart
Forever his guardian angel
short rhyme + digiart (but is it art?)
Digital poetry / real love
A poem about how he destroyed his greatest love of all (and yet love survived)
Ghosting 2.0 (I miss him and need him)
My favorite colors are you
Do you ever read something and feel like it's written just for you?
You bring light in (when can I see your face again)
Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
Poem + digiart
A rhyme or cadence (updated with original digiart)
100 percent all natural and organic. Might be too hot to press.
Micropoem + angelic digiart
I identify as dead
Gratitude + snaps =)
Regrets are heavy
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart
I live and breathe Poe foreverrrrrrr (love you to death)
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
Oh hi there! 28K woah! Thanks!
In my habitat / lair
Couldn't sleep, full moon. My alter ego came out.
How to love a demon part 12. I'm sorry, that's not fair, I don't think he is a demon at all, and neither does this poem...
Real freedom is being allowed to be yourself around others and that's my kind of friendship & love. A photo-poem (yes it's me in the photo)
Amateur digi art I made of my muse, Alexander Ebert. Making digi art is a favorite pastime of mine. ✌
Written for my muse for the mere sight of him creates an alphabet in me + snap
His smile is everything
You were my favorite place to go...
I want an ending with him, not without.
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
A poem & a photo
A poem about invitations & cancellations that get you nowhere but CONFUSED & DISAPPOINTED.
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one. © Delia Ross. 2019
Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019
OLD PHOTO, NEW POEM! 'DETAINED' by @poeeternal He makes me want to sin But it'd be heaven I contend The way his words move under my skin I'd fall for him again and again I once made my amend While feeling silence closing in If only there were more moments to spend Would he care … Continue reading DETAINED
It was already broken when he arrived Packaged neatly in pieces and assembly advised He took me on like he'd won the grand prize We jumped every hurdle despite those red flags It's hard to keep up when one's memory lags But on with the show there's more women to snag! A map can be … Continue reading Word cloud by PoeEternal
I know these are highlights of your life And wintry inside feels the knife I've never owned a set of pearls There's been at least a thousand girls Tomorrow seems so different now You lied when you gave me your vow I can be a terrible friend I'd take a bullet for you in the … Continue reading hightlight reels
You need to be careful of that, inviting in the dark Less it be a longer journey for you to embark He's not a guest, wouldn't make him your patriarch And during the night is when he's best dressed He'll gather in crowds with her I have guessed His love is a curse, her soul … Continue reading Inviting in the dark
A narcissistic devil preys on women
INTERMISSION by @poeeternal / delia ross You don't always have to start at the beginning Not everything is always about winning And even your soul needs special innings There's too much strife not enough grinning Right about now you could be imprinting I hope it's good energy you're giving Bandaging those wounds you've been bleeding … Continue reading Intermission
I mean it's pretty bad when you can't trust your own government Everyone judges like we're wrecking havoc One foot in the grave with their bad habits Staring at me as if on autopilot Well I can't be the only one whose tired of it I'm not the one who needs a straightjacket You lie … Continue reading
The ends are the hardest to begin
photo manipulation and poetry by me... hope you like!
I dream of standing on the moon The way it shines I shine for you