You bring light in (when can I see your face again)
Replay
Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
Veil
Poem + digiart
A Girl & Her Guitar
err self-portraits
The Garden of Us
A rhyme or cadence (updated with original digiart)
Feeling cute, might delete
100 percent all natural and organic. Might be too hot to press.
Angels Among Us
Micropoem + angelic digiart
Dead
I identify as dead
35K Oh My!
Gratitude + snaps =)
River of Blood
Regrets are heavy
Faith
Faithfulness
Depleted
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
Grey
Transparency
Silhouette
He is magnificent 🙂 poem + digiart
Blue (Spoken word with guitar)
Spoken word!!!!!!
Until You Die
I live and breathe Poe foreverrrrrrr (love you to death)
The Muse
Sending love and light to the muse (it's been a minute, he might need it too)
Hello 28K!
Oh hi there! 28K woah! Thanks!
After Dark
In my habitat / lair
Le Vampyre
Couldn't sleep, full moon. My alter ego came out.
Trajectory
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...
Freedom
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)
My Muse! Digi Art
Amateur digi art I made of my muse, Alexander Ebert. Making digi art is a favorite pastime of mine. ✌
Skeleton Key
Written for my muse for the mere sight of him creates an alphabet in me + snap
Fireflies
His smile is everything
Wilderness
You were my favorite place to go...
Endings
I want an ending with him, not without.
Drowning
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
Heart Failure
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
Community Chest
A poem & a photo
If These Were Last Moments
A poem about invitations & cancellations that get you nowhere but CONFUSED & DISAPPOINTED.
These Lessons Again And Again These Lessons
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
Outcasts
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
Call To Battle
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
DETAINED
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…
Word cloud by PoeEternal
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…
hightlight reels
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…
Explorer, not a destroyer
Inviting in the dark
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…
Purgatory
A narcissistic devil preys on women
Intermission
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…
No Trust
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…
The Ends Are The Hardest To Begin
The ends are the hardest to begin
Sunken Treasure by Delia Ross
Lucid
photo manipulation and poetry by me... hope you like!
I dream of standing on the moon The way it shines I shine for you
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