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Bloody Valentine’s (poetry)

This comment is hate filled / a sinkhole / for you to build.

There’s likely bloodstains in the carpet / bloodstreams of my target / am I the carcass?

He shot her in her wedding dress / but love her / he’d never confess.

Father / they’ve all chosen sin / and I’m sinking / in quicksand.

Hey Sun,

How did you rise?
With light in eyes?
Is there time to shine?

Hey Sun,

Am I alright?
The peerless moonlight
Will we unite?

(Love you forever)

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

Postscript

*do something / act abnormal to run your blog readers off*

*insert insanity here*

*program successfully installed*

I got John hanging in front of me, and dear Edgar in my rearview, in a puff of smoke, just loving the 10k hand I have drawn.

Werd.

I could use a real hand getting the apartment prepped to be stripped of this danky old carpet, and replaced with some fresh skin (lighter color too)

Don’t even know if I’m staying

LAUGHS

Immortally insane

Running through my vein

Edgar wants me to pick up a typewriter and get off this broken iPhone

I knew the phone was subject to break – but alas – even with these cursive powers – I did nothing to stop its fall

Oh shittte, it broke more than I thought

BABE

Fuck Apple, it’s a 6, I’m done selling shit – and jump off a bridge

But there’s poisoned sweet potato pie in the fridge

There is indeed, God bless, we’re gonna learn to make a healthy pie, but for now, poisoned pie for Valentine

*squee

Postnote: I ignored all the ingredients when I saw the price marked down to $2.50 with a date of 2/15. Said, “you’re coming with me”

But for real tho, don’t buy the pie

(It’s poisonous)

(You die, I die – but we’re not together, Romeo)

P.S.S.S?? Been rebounding my ass off (the rebounder fitness – resistance training – getting fit with gravity – weeee)

I’m two scenes on repeat currently – in my favorite film – Made in Heaven (1987?)

The one where he’s tossing his drink in the mirror / laying in the road screaming to God / Emmet “as himself” AND

Her, crying in public on the street – she got arrested too – dark days ahead

Welp.

GOD: if you don’t find each other, you’ll both be miserable

God: there’s no guarantee you’ll come back

Me: YOU TOOK MY LIFE

The roses are dying / cuz I’m done trying / the crow is black / his heart tarmac

*insert another copyright here*

I wore a t-shirt to the medical clinic once – with Poe on it – and the technician asked if it was Hitler

Millennial or GENZ

I sighed and said “Poe”

“Kind of a popular stash then tho, huh…”

“Hitler”

*makes awkward attempt to continue on with life wearing such an offensible shirt*

(Wonders if others mistake Him for Hitler too)

*creepily laughs

These motherfuckers are in charge

*nearly chokes on the air

*tries not to die*

And in a more recent attempt at “getting out and socializing”

I ordered food – through a drive thru

It wasn’t busy – I had time to count my cash – fuck the elite – you wanna be a cashless society and track me huh – fuck you – cash everywhere or boycott

Him (another Millennial/GenZ): why did you give me so much money!?!? *looks at me stumped like I’m stupid

Me: what do you mean!?!? *looks confused / haz brain injury / why am I so stoopidd

…well, I, gave you MORE to get the big bills back…

Him: *clearly confused – counts the money – proceeds to hand me a ten back, a five, and some silver.

So apparently I’m not stupid. Just pre- computer age.

I once had to work at registers where you needed to know basic math – to count change back

Remember when they upgraded the register to tell you the change back

MY GOD they made us beg and groggle for those jobs!!!!!!

“Don’t discuss your income in the workplace”

FUCK YOU

I mean, Happy Valentine

Burn in hell

*insert shitty photo of me here

I don’t want to see myself in the mirror – or on my blog currently – tho I haz space now

I wants new blog

*stomps feet*

I wants better home

*if I buy the land / will you buy the home?

Tell me, I need to know!!!!

A rose garden / an iron fence / him dressed in darkness / at my defense / our first kiss / give me this
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Attic (poetry)

I have gluten free parts / unless you count my farts.

I run my visitors off / like a cap I’m twisting off / Kiss them with scoff /but first to read their blog.

Sweet kiss of oblivion – heart like obsidian.

I gave him my love / still he / tossed it in the mire / made me walk on fire / like I’m some liar.

Why would he love a dead red sea / is that what I’m becoming / is there good in me?

Left behind
But forced to go on
Through the grime
Delete my life
Rearrange the pie
Crunch time

He’s interested in the context
Not the poetry but my point next
He gets into the prospect
What makes me sad
What I detest
He’s like a mirror what I reflect

I woke up with money, and I mean a lot;
Unless you think ten grand is not.

In the far recesses of your heart, moving forward and backward feel the same

If you’re gonna reset the deck
Don’t write the check
Force your hand instead
Erase the bet
Need savings to your neck

Montana
Mountains
Call of the wild
Throw a dart
I’ll drive there

God recalled
Every little sin
One of God’s flaws

Find me in the attic
Uncovering mirrors
Acting erratic
Unlike the flickers
They seem more static
Visions are clearer

I’m usually not wrong with my calculations unless it’s math
Then I have to ask

I don’t know what hate is / I’m only torn by love

Heads up: A lender reported that the status of your account is now current. Drifting but determined. Maybe we’re learning. But watch for what is coming…

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

FOR THE RECORD: I hate my online etiquette but I’m at odds to change it.

It’s me not you…

P.S. I’ve yelled at my body to “grow up” so much in the mirror but alas I’m this tiny fucking thang.

No man has ever made me feel like a woman either.

So fuck you.

But please stay.

I wish he’d remove my clothing – instead of my wings.

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Separated (poetry)

Separated by billions of light-years / this love

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

I’m using line breaks now. Am I a better poet?

I do crave the sound and clack and annoyance of an old typewriter.

I’m not going to put a filter on my poetry like Boeing put one on to tell the plane it can fly

Up down, up down, up down 18 times before it took a nosedive into the deep blue sea

The President: “you’ll need to rebrand”

GMO: “we’re Bioengineered Ingredients now”

The FDA: “we don’t want to tell you what’s on the labels” / NATURAL FLAVOR in EVERYTHING

(It was mad in a lab)

And now companies act like Coca Cola using “secret formulas”

It says it’s good for me so it must be true

(They’ll believe anything)

STOP TOUCHING ME AT CHURCH SPEAKING IN TONGUE

The sounds of my ribs breaking across the ocean as I leap from a bridge / has got to be better than the noises my BLACK LIVES MATTER neighbors love to make

Marriage / or go Hulk / take out the city block

Okay, I get the idea / but isn’t my context good enough

Did you know an acre cost about $2k grand?

If I started the paperwork, I could buy around 7 acres tomorrow

I’m only begging God for 1-5

Did you know I’ve already started collecting seeds?

Special seeds. For our garden.

EVE needs THE GARDEN

I dreamed the birds came to me

Fuck you.

Go enjoy your prostitutes

I should never be included in “a list” (top or not)

I already fell for you / asshole.

You destroyed my wings

You stripped me! Without consent!

If you don’t give me my mini garden the world will end

I know it’s what you what

Nihilist

And I’m gonna be crawling for John Jones / you better get over it

The world doesn’t revolve around YOU

Others need my special love – my light / it’s fading

My signal soon gone

My last will and testament is to die in peace

Man is only concerned with AI and “man’s best friend” and his own inventions

Destroying the world White lives & Native American first – well there’s been other resets

6th mass extinction currently – all with malicious intent “we create our own reality” / we destroyed Mars

Now we’re off to “save it” only we can’t leave earth

Van Allan Belt

NASA says “they made worse”

I need to train for cold weather grow some thangs

I’d rather gut myself with my bayonet / than to let him see me in real time / at my worse

(no filter in the real world) “weathered” (one of them that shouldn’t be in the sun / fuck you)

Tell him / I need more time

(God too please)

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The Hunger (poetry)

Did you ever think God needs you here to keep this place from going under
You’re light and thunder
Relax your plunder
I need you longer
To wake from slumber
Realize the hunger

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

Postscript

I write for God now.

Could you please let God know I’m exhausted and need to rest a bit longer.

These demons have not stopped pounding me since I was born.

My dreams consist of multiple murder and full vape pens.

The mind normally gets what the mind wants

The face may show sadness, the eyes show rage

“The scientists” say that once bees are dead – all life will vanish

“The scientists” have fucked around with the genetic coding of honey bees, which has resulted in a 50% life reduction drop.

The honeybees only live 50% of the life God had intended for them – now that the “scientists” have reduced their genes to half life.

They thought the bees would be “more productive”. Pay attention

These demons are killing EVERYTHING

I do not fear imprisonment, my heart would self-annihilate or I’d ensure humane ending via a cop ending my life prematurely

Keep swinging your dick on the road like you have more importance than everyone women

Tell me something is wrong with me again

I’ll respond: what’s the matter honey? You in-love with a prostitute?

Yes. We know you all are.

The studies say over 50% of men want love with a prostitute and would legalize prostitution

There’s also a direct link to sex trafficking and prostitution – with testimony from men, “she looked trafficked and frightened and underage but it’s what I want”

Fuck you

Cut me off again, anywhere, anyday

You only treat prostitutes with respect huh

Like this book “racing the light” that I checked out from the library just yesterday – nowhere in the synopsis did I know porn would be the subject.

So far, the writer has used his characters to complain about the daily women, one being a “skinny scarecrow”, the other being “fat” – yet glorifying the porn star on the poster, how she looks amazing wearing “all black”. How they wouldn’t fuck her during a podcast show because they have boundaries

GET IN THE FUCKING SEA

I’m done reading!

Chapter 7! He’s on his way to meet the famous pornstar!

Gag me! I’d rather die than live in this porn infested society!

Stop conditioning!

This book should not be at the library!

Walmart and the mall should not be selling sex equipment in front of children or me!!!!!!!!!

FUCK YOU

Tell God I’m angry!!!!!!!

The honeybees deserve more!

Science is unethical!

Art is sin!

90% of all murder happen by men!!!!!!!!!

The other ten percent I’m contemplating falling in!

So many men are committing crimes they are reducing sentences – opposite for women – hardly any do so punishment is more severe

Rules for thee, not for me

I’m gonna fuck you up if you smile at me incorrectly or refuse to open the door when you see me

Cut me off again

I triple dare you

Money don’t mean shit to me

Ending your pathetic society tho – like Bonnie and Clyde

I dream of it

DAYDREAMS

Of bloodletting

With the de-lite

BLACK LIVES MATTER / ASIAN HATE ✓

All before morning coffee

Born this way

Need him to go where I’m going

The library is no longer a safe place for me – I’m angry and contending with that now

I sensed this with the LGBT and Boomer staff lurking and the “smell of lies” and the street political thugs in gold begging for my signature

Still there was hope

Briefly

It didn’t last very long

People ruin everything

I’m finely crafting my monster and angelic side –

Men have suppressed me from sex and defense

They get sex and murder – with the slap of a hand

Cut me off again

I can’t be the only woman feeling this way

Gonna start a riot

The way doctor lady swallowed when I told her “according to the latest studies over 51% want love with a prostitute and would vote yes”

Gutted her right there in her stool

Continued gutting her with more facts

I’m maybe the Oracle but get treated like Agent Smith

I’m maybe Neo Trinity Morpheus too

“Why me Gabriel” (you’re going to hell for the life you took – you’re fucked)

Should I join the order of Satanism? I was reading over their website – I read the DR book age 16 – it cost money to join – they say titles are earned – whatev, give me Priestess or fuck off – I will keep my $$$

Also, should I join? The order?

Of Satanism?

Revenge is a dish served by an Angel rogue in hell

It’s just another form of narcissism carefully crafted

“We’re not religious but we are, we think we’re Gods”

LAUGHS

Oh yeah?

So adorable

I really enjoy spending time in the sun getting “weathered” and feeding all God’s creatures

Probably causing them more harm but the intention is good

Tell God I’m sorry for being such a fuck up

I know I’m suffering cuz I died via suicide – this hell

But when do I?

I’ve been conditioning myself to do it since in womb

Age 5 on the kindergarten – got in trouble for putting “string around my neck and pulling” – wasn’t allowed sunshine or going outdoors for weeks (fuck you)

You treat prisoners better than civilians

I’ve got scars from cutting on my body

Charming

I worry more about my stretch marks than I do scars over my big veins

LOOK: TRIED TO KILL MYSELF THAT DAY

Wanna get married?

*jumps from bridge

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Merry-Go-Round (poetry)

Am I sleeping beauty?
Put under spell?
Are you creeping monster?
Or savior in this hell?

Am I just gloomy?
Cheerful carrousel?
Are we fast moving?
Or racing parallel?

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Mary go round – the truck – like a vulture – ready to devour the dead

Welp ^^ ^^

*bat wings

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Lunar Light (poetry)

This place is set to sink

The message on the soap bar reads
E
S
C
A
P
E
The ghost in the mirror says the same

Snuff out the circus
From steering wheel
One hand will surface
No face but purpose

Maybe John didn’t pray hard enough
He didn’t crawl hard enough
He didn’t bawl long enough
Maybe John had given up…

I’m taking out the trash –
The neighbors “entertainment” blaring from the car window is worse than what’s in the bag

Children are heroin to a pedophile
You shouldn’t leave ANY MAN alone with a child (public counts)
They do it in a crowd

Avoid the stock market
Unless you want –
Your savings to plummet

The way that monster extended his hand for me to walk
The trust it took to cross

He stands in the doorway
Dressed as darkness
As death
Thick as a highway

He rides
Like chance is his market
In a blacked out Chevy
Crying my name

I read through the fine print
You must’ve gaslit
Or put an asterisk*

Chill out babe
People need to eat

They should be chasing me
Like a current
But the crickets are chirping
And nobody knows it

Green yellow red
Tartan
His favorite, he said

Final curtain call
Last watch before the fall

He treated her with little worth
Even when she showed him mirth
On a broken earth

Going out on top, in the middle, or none
It’s all the same sum

He said he needed her
She prepared for the apocalypse
The lies eclipsed between his lips
Lunar light from fingertips

You wanted –
You were denied
Like spear in side
Not dignified –
Hope you like the ride

Today I asked myself, “are you okay?”
But the reply was, “I’m not sure…”

(Tell God I’m lost)

Kidnapping season has arrived
Better hide so I don’t die

I fell so far down the rabbit hole
I nearly lost my soul

The Devil greeted
Said I looked mistreated
Gave money then pleaded
“I’m welcome when needed”

(True stories from the pawn)

🙂

We wipe every trace
Of any mistake

They tremble when I enter room
Eyes spell doom
Searching soon
But for who?

“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”

MY LABS ARE FINE

You lie, I lie. Eye for an eye.

Professionally paranoid
Not me, another boy
At least one is getting paid for

“Life jackets worn
Nobody mourns”
But my vein pours
I’m the Queen of Thorns

Some of these poems deserve their own little graveyard.

Queen of Thorns – Merrie Magdalene – maybe God wants me with no man

I missed his cues. Trembling in my blues. Set a trap or two.

Does he know how hard it was
The darkness
He wanted to turn me into haunted

Thanks for cutting the cord on us
You were really dangerous

He’s unstable
Like a megabomb unlabeled
He cut the cable
He’s so ungrateful
But gave me the label!

He pulled the plug
Couldn’t handle my love
Thinks he’s so smug
But I laid the bug
Lesson comes from above!

Sucker!

GENX – the absolute favorite

“FAIRLY YOUNG – not 400 pounds” (could he be anymore of a pedo tho) (asking for a friend)

(Sorry – autism is real – my thoughts have sound)

His hand is cruel
But the trap I laid was too

There was never any other
The devotion was always him
Every single hour
I had given in

Money in the wallet
Money in the bank
Money sweet like chocolate
Money in the safe

The self-sabotage trap was set
It shone like gold
To a thief – made his tongue wet
He lost his foothold
Have I won the bet?
Did his black heart fold?

THE DEVIL STUDIES ME

What deed does this warrant?
Keep my soul stored in storage

I NEED A FOREST

His hand is too stern
For an Angel
He should’ve waited his turn
He’s cutting lines in hell

“Not competing”
Even when I’m dreaming
Though I don’t know his face
Or where I’m leaning

You terrible fool.

She complained but then
He had her condemned
Didn’t like her dreaming
Couldn’t call her friend

This page no longer exists
You’re careless!

You’re not a king –
Your word doesn’t mean a thing!

Disgusting john
Gone first dawn
Dream was wrong
He’s a moron

Dreams and fantasy do not occur at the same interval

Dreams in mirror are closer than they appear

How to get rid of a ghost during a self-sabotage attack:

  • [ ] Step 1 – tell him/her you dreamed of another

No child left behind
Except –
I’m in decline
Falling further in line

You need me so bad huh
Prostitutes are the only one to see your face (get dinner too)

“God isn’t here”, he implored!
But did I not give him everything he was asking for?
Endless love –
But still I gave him more.

No one can join, no one can leave
Thank you for releasing me
To the wildebeests
To the north and east
Do you love me least?

Despite all them hours given –
I didn’t earn enough to maintain my blog or equipment
Unlike the prostitutes you are paying – a decent living…

TO ALL – the shoe fits

“I’m not gonna make it”, she cried
“I know”, he yelled, as he cut the line…

(People never mention that he loved her from the moment she walked in the room and said “no you’re not” or that he killed that one guy closer in order to save her, or how the dad said he should be making babies and he next found her on a wild excursion – love is the anomaly sure sure)

Will she even be alive when he gets there, or will she too be crushed by a landslide – like how he cut the cord on her – to fall into a black hole – Murphy’s Law – gotta leave something behind

God gave him everything
Including an an angel with imperfections
The way other poets had written
She made him smitten
Left her in a ditch then
Rode away with his riches
Wondering if love’s where he’s wishing
The endless bitches…

Who gave him the right to punish her with such effect that her wings were stripped and her gift neglect?

He cut me loose
Didn’t know what he would lose

She was an angel in hell
Half-virgin
Overworked and overburdened
Though lesson not emerging
His hand reflecting serpent
Now heaven can’t be summoned

She fell down in a pit of despair
Called a timeout –
He responded, ‘fuck off farewell’

You foolish fool
Pride got best of you

He cut his only lifeline to heaven
Didn’t to count to seven

Three times I would be denied
Stayed by his bedside
Over mortified
Underpaid but hoping he was satisfied
Now contemplating suicide

He pulled the plug
While I was alive and breathing
Telling world what all was needing
To keep on being

Did you forget your heart or something?
Lying on the floor?
All I hear is banging –
Coming from my door.

You’re not anyone to build a foundation with –
Because you have money
I have a little bit

The fat sun hung its head lowly

The answer is still no
Keep knocking though

He doesn’t know if he made the right decision – and he’s right – he really didn’t.

The way hopelessness trickled like a wave
I watched him climb into our grave
Facing death I’m brave
All I can do is turn away

You don’t know what you’ve done
Immaculate fool
Trap set for one
And in you flew

He needed me daily
So I pulled away greatly
Especially what I learned lately
How they pay prostitutes for “dating”

The way you left
In uncertainty
Waving like a theft
But claiming clarity

The world ain’t paradise
He misreads my lines
We’re wrapped in knives
Covered twice in lies

Shared finances?
Forget about it –
More like failed romances,
Where I commit.

Hard cock but weak heart

He left me with nothing
Took the rainbow and the rope
I’m barely coping

Took the boat
See him atop the waves floating
Going directions I ain’t going

Some days you gotta stay down

He had a speedboat
She had a canoe
He cut the cord
Near the waterfall, too

The Devil –
I didn’t know he was so easily triggered –
Who would have figured?

Excuse me,
I’m in the middle of self-sabotage,
Why are you requesting access?

What now honey?
You broke the truce

He fell into my trap
And that’s a wrap

Ask him why I left (he’s bereft)

Fuck! Why is he knocking?
Hasn’t he just left?
He hasn’t been far walking!
And now he’s got requests!

I shared special parts of me
I never shared with anyone
He took advantage of my generosity
Now he’s on the run

Our city is a barren waste
With heart like desolate rock
In a howling state
Give me the glock

I thought I could never live without “man’s best friend”
Until he turned demented
Hailed from a demon
A head that’s fed

I loved you
Any way possible
There wasn’t any doubt
A wide open ocean
There wasn’t any drought

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Too Heavy (poetry)

Forgive me
Of these sins I carry
Wandering
Lost in hell

Check my itinerary
Turning left with Mary
Uphill cemetery
No cross too heavy

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Postscript

Decade at this and Poe died on the street.

Looking back – leaving the Devil in the dust – picking up my run.

Put away my gun.

Eyes focused. Sun.

I’ve been unable to delete my Playstation account – via phone or web. Infinite loop.

Called the New York times today and bit a hole in their asshole. Data deletion kind of pending. Gotta jump through hoops.

I’m aside myself.

At Starbucks, in public, I saw a Mexican grooming a young white female.

The way she clung to her drink – her straw – not making eye contact with him.

The things I overheard.

The way he puckered his lip.

How I just stood there – like a fawn -idling in my car – until she looked at me – saw my distress – and I pulled off left her there, in her pigtails and little dress – ordered my coffee appallingly – swore off society again – spent all day having issues controlling my breathing or my heart – like a unending panic attack – I threw away everything in my closet – swearing off anything sexy – and men likely forever – drowning in sorrow like a little bitch – remembering scenes at MacDonalds as a young girl I’d rather not recall

Knowing calling the cops with suspicion and hearsay is futile – knowing the propaganda they serve

I’ve gone insane

But then today

Sitting in my car

Pondering to keep an extra calendar I acquired or not – deciding that someone in fact may still need one – it being February 2nd and all – someone may have decided they need a calendar after all.

Not even 20 minutes later – awaiting my appointment – someone at the counter – “you don’t have anymore calendars do you?”

They did not…

I spoke up – “oddly enough God told me someone might need one, and I dropped one off at the front where the coffee normally is”

He promptly went and scored his new calendar, came back with it proudly.

He was still looking over it as I was leaving my appointment, like a half hour later.

Bless.

He probably won’t ever throw that calendar away.

Meanwhile, I’ve got monsters breaking me freeing me from a curse

I don’t have time to finish this conversation because I have a physical therapy appointment to attend.

I’m doing things.

Got my 20 minute rebound session in.

The peach is looking rather rump.

Round rump.

The abs are solid hard core

To be homeless or not be homeless

That is the question?

Answers are coming

P.S.S.

I can’t help the people I love.

I can’t stop giving.

I know things before they happen.

Little things.

Like someone needing a calendar.

WTF is that!?!

What have they done to me?

What powers do I possess?

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Marsh (poetry) I LOVE YOU

He’s the first one
At my den
Sitting front face
Right where he’s been

And when he’s out there
In the harsh marsh marching
Blood for his pen

I know his foot steps
Right where I’m sinking
Count on him

Like one through ten
The alphabet but then

He smells of gin
Spice or cinnamon
He’s like a ghost in quicksand
Cynical and disciplined

He’s the whole world listening
When I speak
He’s the sun peeking in!

Even when light’s missing
He’s thinking when
“Will I see you again”

As if the earth just doesn’t spin…

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

I got carried away with this rhyme

And maybe he’s my imaginary friend

But there’s only so many letters in the alphabet for him to appear

I speak in morse code – maybe he can hear

Is my rambling clear?

It’s freestyle dear… 🙂

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In-between (poetry)

I’m thick but thin
A contradiction
I’m wrought with sin
Mary Magdalene

The in-between is the longest
Gotta keep it honest –
John faced doubt like Thomas
Crawling like a novice

Hurry hurry rush / complacency

Removing compression
Lifetime depression
I love in discretion
I’m stuck in level seven
Suicidal without question

The devil has congregated where I sit!
The conversation’s better than this!

“Who dies many times before their death?”
The snake said under his breath –
“I like you best”

You will experience three deaths:
First the day you die
Second buried under sky
The last time your name’s replied

The sun is radio signals
The rain on my windows
My smile and my dimples
The end and middle
My skin and wrinkles

And Saturn is a satellite
I hope I hear from him tonight
Swinging in with moonlight
Watch for him by daylight
Got a big appetite

I am downward spiral
Hand won’t swear on Bible
I am God’s disciple
I am homicidal
Calmly in denial

“Well tell me you have hope”
It includes a smile and a rope!
Busy climbing but that’s not a nope!
Dying is a slippery slope

He looked on like I wasn’t average
What caused his absence?
Needed a moment to balance?
Slipped into madness?
Could he see my sadness?

I lay awake and alone in a dark and sprawling and empty house
Without a spouse
I don’t even have a mouse
Just a “dirty mouth”

“Miracle cures” –
Snake oil ain’t pure!
Satanic for sure!
Hell’s got constant tours!

The Great Filter is narcissism is a plague spread by Biblical propaganda, prostitution, and porn. These nihilists make you wish THEY were never born.

I don’t own anything but sorrow. Tell God I’ll see him tomorrow?

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

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Yellow Fever (poetry)

I’m not Asian. I’m not a 10. I’m over 29. I’m God’s orphan.

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

They bleach their skin. Cuz Black Lives Matter. And according to the census, White lives don’t. FACTS

Asia number one

And I would’ve probably believed in the whole biblical bullshit had they not tried to convince me about some magical woman getting pregnant without any cum or some dude walking on water and now they want me to believe in dark matter, dark suns, dark worlds, dark planets – I mean you’re fucking delusional and I believe in death.

Narcissism is a plague

Those in “control” are nihilists

Man comes from vagina

Woman does not come from rib of man but vagina

FACTS

The first Bible can be traced back to Asia

“Made in China” – that’s what every Bible should say – not just the version cuz it’s been rewritten to serve Satan a million times

The Good Book with “words of Christ in red” should have never been rewritten. Period. Red flags. It’s conditioning.

And I knew it was all about control when I was just age 5.

I hated the cold atmosphere of school – and the misinformation taught

I even asked my mother, “who is in charge of what they teach us”

She is possessed by the Devil

She swears it is me…

LAUGHS

It was a terrible toxic environment

The folks need dying and dead

Gutted in the fucking street

Maybe then I’d get some sleep…

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Forsaken (freestyle poetry)

Father,
I’ve been forsaken
Fell on earth
Still shaking

Whole world undertaking
You feel me aching?
Cursing while I’m breaking?
Nightmare got me waking!

I am awaken?

How light will break in?
Always knocking, Satan!
Tell him, I hate him!

My soul ain’t vacant!
I hope God is patient
Before world naked
I’m basic

Darkness so pervasive
I’m growing complacent
Getting stuck in places!
Knowing what John faces!

I’m faceless!
Falling down ain’t gracious!
I’m persuasive!

Smiling where I’m hated!
Holes in wall frustrated!
Emaciated!
Hung on cross related!

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

“Where do you get your truth?”

I am the truth – that’s why I’m facing you

6000 years of deleting my word

But you don’t know what’s coming

Or you do

So I expect you’re running

Split in two

Soulless, too

Through and through

I don’t actually have a problem with “dry rot write” (dry well, writing droughts)

I need to learn to shut the fuck up

And I felt like I could continue this poem on for several more lines…

So I stop for fear of going “overboard” but I really wanna just keep going four pages if I must…

I write. With brain fog edit. Post.

I don’t know when I will get another chance

The clock is ticking

I’m obsolete forsaken

😑

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I Do Not Sleep (freestyle rhyme)

I do not sleep in a rose-painted bed
With doves above my crown
I’ve got sorrow lying around
Like pillows drifting below

I do not sleep in a rose-painted bed
Where dreams assemble and grow
The visions of yesteryear
Left me somewhere dead

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Postscript: Free speech below

What does it mean when shadows in your mirror appear?

Yeah, I can’t fucking sleep…

I’ve reached a new level of insanity

Please, not the streets.

There it is again!

Am I dying!?!? 😫

I mean, the poem turned out okay though?

God only made me average but I try and do it so well…

I fuck everything up, that’s a give

I want a rose-painted bed

I want a night of rest…

I want in his arms – I want to be valuable enough to be in the same room with a man – and not want to murder one another or break bonds

I’ve never imprinted

Feeling worthless is the baseline of depression

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Tendons (freestyle poetry)

I am boney tendons
I am without intention
I am deep in ascension
Got your attention?

Like comets missing
Circling new dimensions
I need intervention
Holy brigade of his suns

Shining light on this one
His favorite weapon
Energized confession
It’s called possession

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Postscript (contains free speech) 🫣

Holyshit, the wave is picking back up now. I’m in the eye of the storm.

I’m that scene when Trinity leaps from the building and falls into fawn mode

“Get up Trinity, get up…”

She had Neo to live for. The great anomaly. Love.

They wouldn’t even give John Jones a second phone call and it was Thanksgiving.

The real life ain’t the movies (but they made one about him and changed the most important details to suit Hollywoods agenda).

Now John has a nickname in heaven but I don’t like it very much. “LJ”

He likes his nickname but I don’t

It was on my upside down pineapple coconut cake

An L and a J

“LJ” was here

LJ (squared) (John Jones)

And if you don’t get the L reference – NICKNAME (too fucking bad)

Ask John what the L means

He will tell you

Or read some articles

I read every statement he said dying down there

Stuff from official Utah sources

Comments during the time

I READ COMMENTS FROM MICHAEL LEVITT VICTIM BLAMING

Recently a shadow formed on my wall in an L shape with a man hanging

He loves his new nickname but is sensitive to the fact that I’m yet not…

I made cake and I like feeding the squirrels and John has a new nickname

One day I’m gonna visit the caves

“LJ lives here”

It’s not even funny

It broke me

And I was dying of heart inflammation

He imprinted on me

His spirit

I want to cut Michael’s dick off

I want to do very bad things…

I bake experimental cakes instead

And the weed don’t work!

My meds stopped working!

“Get up Trinity, get up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am getting a new blog soon

This one can just exist as an archive of major fuckup disasters

New pen, new identity

New deck of cards

I did it for love. I don’t know what God has in store for me

I hope it’s not dying on the street

The good news:

I don’t actually have to jump from a bridge

I can buy a gun

🙂

(Which is better than hanging yourself with a belt in your hotel room like Chris Cornell and Michael Hutchence)

Bless

I was so upset when I learned Michael died of suicide when I was 10.

EVERYONE I LOVE IS DEAD (-)

Did I tell you that John has been saving my life

I should not have got vaccine number two after vaccine one caused me heart issues

I’ll never get another flu shot or vaccine again

How much do you love your job to push your agenda?

I’m a Soldier, going down in battle sounds better than this bullshit of self-sabotage or “committed”

I probably failed my review board as I feared even mentioning being homicidal – although it’s the reason they ask all vets at the VA now

“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”

It was always just suicidal until I was saying, “oh I’m feeling more homicidal these days“…

And I graduated to group therapy but there’s holes in my walls

“I fantasize about dying”

“It’s not a field day out here”

But it will be if the cops show up for me

(If I die here, nobody will know I didn’t want to…)

Although I’ve been blogging pretty heavily about it

“I hate it here as much as John Jones hates that cave”

LJ bless

Love you bro…

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Offer (poetry)

There the offer stood
Like humiliation in the door
I guess life ain’t good
Unless you’re in a brotherhood

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Apparently the thing I was fighting for does have value.

Most everything else that was gifted to me was cheap, fake shit.

LAUGHS

Jumping ship

To where, to which?

To be continued…. (praying)

“Don’t let me go, Murph”

“Don’t let me sell, Murph”

Great time to sell, not-so-much to buy.

Couldn’t really turn things around.

Sometimes nurturing old faithful is the better (and less expensive choice) (lesson learned after much research)

3 too many doors too many

I’ll chill here awhile

God: “what are you doing out here, it’s been ten years.”

Me: fuck the god damn doors, they all lead to hell…

God: “come inside”

Me: I’m fine in purgatory thanks

The noise is sometimes reduced to soul screaming only

“I talk to dead people”

God: “I made hot chocolate”

Me: why didn’t you say!!!!!!!!

*crawls inside*

Did y’all know the Bible that has been re-written many times (red flag) is actually Luciferian

Tis is…

The earth is alive

We spawned from here

Nihilism is a plague

“Too many men” according to Asian science (with malicious intent and purpose)

Narcissism is a plague

Sold/donated/trashed nearly 44 years of my life

Was gonna sell my uniforms but probably outdated and old (tho some new lol)

But not old enough to be vintage sought after

Just basically obsolete because gentrification exists lol

Once the uniforms are gone, I’m completely lost down here

Can’t even take my training with me when I die

Welp

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In Case (poetry)

I tried to shake him off
He wouldn’t go
He’d only flutter
And bop around
Organize the clutter
Prepare for undertow
“I love you” he will mutter
In case I didn’t know…

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

He’s a very clever otter and must have been one in his previous life. He doesn’t mind my storms. He collects the debris to build a stable foundation and home. 🦦

New writing game. Write a poem about my mistakes. Tell the world.

Eminem made a name of himself being a fuck up and Edgar died on the street and I’m somewhere in between of I don’t know what’s next for me

So there’s your theme 🤪

I am dealing with some serious real life issues and it seems the devil enemy has got me surrounded

“I hate it here” John Jones

Hear, hear

All the shops are closed. I’m having a meltdown and they’re enjoying a 3-4 day calendar holiday that they invented

This timeline isn’t real

April fools because 13 months originally

When I realized two weeks ago that the entire world is not on the same calendar and Ethopia is seven years behind….

I sold my TV 📺

I have 8,000 photos scheduled for deletion

My best friend got rid of everything before she offed herself too

I just wanna move…

From this building to another off property and preferably out of city

I know it’s asking a lot when I don’t deserve anything

Or maybe I deserve better things

Than the things people monsters have destroyed

Turns out they look a lot like family and friends

I dunno, they’re all dead to me

I’m trying to ghost Apple

But I’ll likely have a comeback

It’s why I’m fighting for my life

It’s called will

Once you lose your will to survive, the mold will get you

Especially if your foundation was built on a swamp and is ran by an evil Chinese dictator overlord slumlord

GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY, DO NOT PASS GO

If globalism is the reason, the land keeps going up and all the taxes, then please for the love of fucking God, stop immigration

Living in a tent soon (if I’m lucks)

Ohhh tent never used – going in the to be sold at the pawn

One less item to worry with jumping ship

CMON John Jones! We getting da fuck outta here bro!

He ain’t been saving my life in vain….

(If only my therapist knew I was communicating with the dead)

(She knows about the holes in my wall…)

(She understands why the sex toys being sold in front of the children triggers me)

(Cuz I was sexually abused as a child)

(“Oh”) *quietly sobs*

The sins of the Father 🤩

Satan is the Devil ran by an evil Chinese dictator

I mean, I wrote a love poem.

It is the end of the world.

His love is the equivalent of “stopping to smell the bloody roses”.

I like when he cleans me hypothetically.

“You’ve got some on your nose…”

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Hell Responded (poetry)

I lost all my worth, but Jesus has loved the worst

The Moon
A dead star
God’s mirror
Of a big scar

The start and finish are harder than the middle
But I’m not with good with riddle
Games that cost so little
Will leave your soul so brittle

Faith can neither be created or destroyed
It must be born
Crippling sky torn
Heaven scorn

“Love is the anomaly” they wanna kill it all
Watch God fall
Satan’s protocol
Written on the wall

I’m judgment call
Duly sworn

It’s what we wanted
Hell responded
Despondent
Regret is constant
Trust not an option
The cost of conscience
Into the sun a comet
☄️
Blame me I done it
But the sun won’t quit

I’m sincere in my insincerity
I’ve done stopped caring
Veins swollen from crying
Waiting on the greys from climbing

I’m not moving to Astoria
A town of euphoria

Urgent! Your plan is going to expire!
Like your book, it’s going in the fire!
It’s time to retire!

From sea to summit
Tell God I’ve done it?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I made an experimental toasted coconut almond lemon cranberry pound cake – and I love cooking thangs God grows. Even melted 1 teaspoon of butter and squeezed an entire lemon over the butter – added zero sugar – and glazed the top of the loaf with the sugar-free lemon butter nom.

My life is a mess and I might soon be homeless but today there’s a lemon loaf God bless.

The shit at the deli / bakery is poisoned. And they are charging triple to murder you.

My loaf was made with love, 3 eggs, coconut milk and coconut oil. I tried to better it. Especially with unsweetened coconut flakes, cranberries, and whole almonds.

My entire kitchen is ripped out and boxed up. My lease is up in April. I’ve no idea what’s happening next.

This is why Edgar wound up on the street.

And, I’m selling everything I own.

Do you remember that scene in Made in Heaven?

Emmett (playing as himself as God)

“Because of you, I can only smoke on earth now…”

I am a troublemaker but do not want to fall to Satan (sidenote)

But the scene was on the road and Mikey looked like shit

And Emmit was scolding him still and calling him a drifter

Mikey got offended and puffing off away from said stranger accusing him of “only being able to smoke down here on earth” and “a drifter”

“Me… I’m drifting buddy…”

Emmit demanded, “where are you going” and with a puff of the wind knocked him down

Put his foot on him and told him he was running out of time to find her…

That entire scene of Mikey ripping off his cheap, fake jewelry and throwing his cup of beer in the mirror.

THAT SCENE IS MY LIFE

I’m also the girl crying in the street

Because time is running out…

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Warn (poetry)

This must be what it’s like for God to mourn
Fall down with thorn
Hope stillborn
I’m here to warn

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The sign read: buy, sell, trade. But the sign was a lie. I plan to return and pass a note to the demon owner: it will flood again.

LAUGHS

“I’m only doing trades right now”.

I can’t wait to pass him a note like a little kid from school. Gonna skip off too.

He’ll be watching his monitors for weeks in a panic. Thinking I’m unhinged.

Laughs.

“The floods will come again”.

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The Devil’s Hangman (mini rhyme & confessional)

There’s no ethics stored in science
And complaining is not compliance
I’m in hell on the wrong alliance
Now switching teams without guidance

Father is a predator
“I’m not good with metaphor”
Lies spun from the tongue
Feasting off the young

I’m so far segregated from my family tree
My neck is hanging

This place is cursed 🛑✋🛑

I’d rather live in a box
Out in the boondocks
Hunting with the crocs
Open meadows, zero locks

I hate it here
The neighbors in the rear
The cheaply atmosphere
Acting fake when not sincere
The fights always near
The loud knocking dear!!!

I wish therapy came with a cleaning course, demons have no remorse…

Like princess and the pea, I woke up with a needle under me….

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

So the reason I am so sensitive to sex toys being sold in front of children is because I was sexually abused as a child and my therapist kind of brought this point up to me yesterday, but it was a revelation point – like oh – I started crying.

And I am extremely triggered being exposed to sex toys especially when teenagers and children are around (my recent experience at the mall for example – I’ll never return). Humiliated and frightened to death. I don’t even own sex toys. It desensitizes the area. It’s Satanic (sorry not sorry) (manmade not of original design or use)

That stuff was always behind 21+ adult stores – behind black walls – the secret backrooms have become open orgy in the street.

This isn’t the same country I fought for. My values don’t match with what’s being forced on me.

My therapist has seen the worst of me and is proud of me. FYI. I’m like okay but there’s holes in my wall…

It took a lot to stop disassociating just to figure out what my values were and I know that they are not being a band, groupie propaganda whore, or sex bot

I have done some stripping in my life yes. But I was terrible at it. They all wanted more from me and got pissed when the answer was no. Pretty bias exists. The money no. I was rated a 5 in my 20s. Laughs out loud.

How to get rid of mold? Evacuate the premises. Don’t build on top a swamp ran by an evil Chinese dictator slumlord.

Gentrification is a thing, and the Fair Housing act just means this:

Society is a scam

Base pay + give it time and they will start charging to wipe your ass

So forced to live in deplorable conditions – where white lives are in deletion (check the census asshole, it’s not just how people are reporting)

Black Lives Matter!!! White lives don’t!

Yay!!!!!!!

Being on fixed income doesn’t mean one can’t pay rent but now they are including all this other bullshit to keep people out 🚩

Who the fuck wants to pay $95 a month for cable reruns when the Internet is free?

Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $250 a month just to park their vehicle where they live?

Who the fuck wants someone else controlling their electricity and the temperature of their home?

The rich gents do. Gentrification. The Fair Housing act is bullshit.

Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $40 a month just to have storage space? Oh yeee a garage! That’ll be an extra fifty please. Go to jail. Do not pass go.

And… 100k in insurance for the cheap shit I no longer own!

$100 app fee ($25 in the 90s, it keeps creeping up each year) + now an additional $200 “admin fee”

Tell the pedos to get fucked

I’d rather live in a box

Than under BlackRock who are taking ownership of all the major towns and cities in the ungreat state of Florida, which has quickly turned to shit like California and New York, because the immigrants have fucking ruined it

I said what I said

Narcissism is a plague

Dogs were made in a lab in Asia and now they want to charge you for owning one in your home because pet rent you know and slavery

I hate living here as much as John Jones hates that cave

The map is hangman everywhere I go

And now they are fucking with the Second Amendment and trying to take our guns. By creating rules on who can own one if plagued by a mental illness (that they caused). Just like they changed the definition of a woman to benefit man. Anything to get closer to the children. Porn could be censored like our free speech. The way Elon Musk can censor a picture circulating of himself that he don’t like. Too much control and power. They don’t believe in God and they think they are gods. Just like they edited the Bible to suit their agenda. Condition you, change the rules. History rewritten before our eyes. But as long as you keep hitting your vape pen and being poly cuz lgbt is a cult and Satan is in society.

This timeline ain’t even real. Manmade traps to serve man only. They fucking hate women being in charge of creation and are destroying everything and plan to edit dna and rebuild a new earth where they are gods. It must end. 90% of all murders happen by men. Honeybees have a 50% reduced lifespan now thanks to gene editing. Human population is also down.

Doctors aren’t your friend. I’m not here to make amends; judgment hour: angel. What’s hard to comprehend? It’s hell or ascend.

Follow me if you wanna go off map and get lost….

RIP John Jones (as above, so below)

(What’s happening to me, happened to him)

Patterns are key to survival. Don’t ignore warnings or red flags.

The Great Void isn’t real. I want it to be but then I studied it. It’s made up to fit their expansion model. The Big Bang isn’t real. Science is fake. “We create our own reality”. Computers can’t feel. Please wake up.

I sold my TV.

I might be selling my military uniforms, but then I think oh my God, how fucking suicidal am I now

It’s this or the mold

I’m trying to escape gravity

Mold comes from the deep void

But the void ain’t real and we can’t leave earth

Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct

But now the honeybees are at 50% half-life thanks to science 😍

I watched a demon toss a live tree in the trash. Christmas is over. No remorse. What’s next to own and/or destroy? Fuck the poor. Fuck the white.

Fuck Native American too

Asia number one

Hurry die

Checkmate

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Local Void (poetry)

Alas, The Great Nothing
I warned what was coming
Every single morning
Why’s no one running?

I’m sick of slumming
Overlord act cunning
Tell him I’m humming
I’m done succumbing

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Postscript *please do not read*

You ever have a near death experience that lasted a long time?

I just saw a demon toss a live tree in the trash.

Onto the next holiday.

Apparently honey bees have a reduced lifespan by 50% thanks to science.

I don’t recall voting on whether we were allowed to edit the DNA of bees.

Like I. Give. Up.

I’d really appreciate it if the doctors and scientists would stop killing everything. I know there’s a DNA ark in Antartica and since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct and honey bees are half life cycle now – so chill.

Not made by China India Mexico

Stop World War 3! 🛑✋🛑

Wakey wakey!!!

The weed don’t work cuz they fucked with it

Stop wasting your money

Unless you got some non gmo herb from before the 90s

Asking for a friend

Mold kills more trees every year than fires or people

Mold is of intelligent design and evil

Mold is from the fucking void

It’s in the walls

It can shapeshift

It can control animals

It loves darkness, death, and decay

Violence

I’m convinced we’re in hell

And holidays aren’t real – manmade time traps

Stop cutting down trees to decorate and trash

Stop murdering everything you fucking demons

I fed the lizards chilling on the air conditioning units today

Feed the god damn animals

Save the trees 🌲

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Undertow (poem)

Moving forward, turning corners, never finding home
Keep listening, less speaking, and most are always wrong
I go the distance that few ever roam
Universal lessons keep me on my own
Often tribulations can only be learned alone
Weakened and discouraged I’ll stop but not for long
My heart more calloused and hard like bone
Whatever it takes to keep me strong
With wisdom of knowing looking back will turn me to stone

And so this lesson I pack up and carry
The weight of them always seem to vary
Some are black and some are cherry
Some will taste like a strawberry
Some will make you say Hail Mary
Some are found in the obituary
Most will leave you cold and weary
With eyes that sting and oh so blurry
These streets have roadkill of doubt and worry

Self-medicate to try and heal
Get the energy to climb uphill
Another battle of self-will
Another demon I have to kill
Swallow the pain just like a pill
Buried deep so I can’t feel
There’s mostly lows and little thrill
And not an exit out of here
By now my soul is feeling ill
The answers here are never clear

Tie my boot without goodbye
Can’t sit around and watch me cry
More of those with every sigh
If you open and peer inside
It will appear tie-dye
Like an endless horizon in the sky
Pinks and purples which mystify
There my soul longs to fly
Not depths of low but certain high
And not a tear in my eye

You’ll never get close to me
I live by this decree
Very few are worthy
But God has a skeleton key
Buried under a Joshua Tree
Searching will leave you thirsty
The depths I’ve cried fill up a sea
And by this I’m already drowning
It’s past my knee
The undertow came quickly

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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Unmapped (poetry)

I am unmapped
Perhaps a death trap
Mud and muck
Got stuck –
Waiting on the rapt

Classic yellow
Fellow mellow
But I’m not good with things
I’m not good with things
Broken gifts for kings

I identify as an angel
Tattooed “faithful”
Lost in the desert
Wandering
Capable
At hell’s round table
Stories like a fable
Morals undo Abel

This is your doing
The grief lying here
Patches on the wall
Want to disappear

Like the earth
She’s able to manifest dreams
Bursting at the seams
Whatever life deems
She’s our winning team
Lick her from the stream

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Never. Been. More. Suicidal. In. My. Life. Yee-haw.

Merry Christmas y’all

(Don’t have plan B or Z but preparing for escape) (no, from the city asshole, not life)

(Try and keep up)

The new suicidal is saving your life, in daring attempts of escape. Instead of leaping from the bridge, finding safety where there is none.

Chilling on the ledge and don’t trust the rumble

Cliff breaks

Gotta climb high to find escape route…

Everything in the house is nearly gone

Gotta hire junk removal services or pay some locals in the neighborhood to drag it to back of property to the bin (cuz I’m too disabled to lift)

My parents did not properly socialize me for childhood or adulthood

“Sins of the father and the mother”

The reason I’m so angry is they are still alive getting away with atrocities

Sleeping sound…

“God damn all ye merry gentlemen”

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Shadow People (poetry)

You see me in tinted rose
Colors of the rainbow
The world falling so
My angel tears glow
Sorrow from the window
Living death row

It’s so far the surface
Drifting without purpose
Focused on worthless
Heart is hopeless

Tomorrow he’ll be gone
Like sunrise
The moon withdrawn
This ain’t Babylon

Any offer is a good offer
You took a chance to be
The only way to prosper
Escaping gravity

Double hex
I’d rather die
Than live
With this mess

Hurt him to save him
Carving out main limb
Synonym
Heart felt grim
He’s original sin

Game over
For us
Merry Christmas
🎁🎄🎁

Gonna go after him
With everything I got
Stomach not in a knot
Sky clear as thought
God’s in your parking lot
Spitting snot
Your time my clock
Tick-tock

There is darkness here
Crows and curses
Unwritten verses
Tears like cashmere

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I haven’t been taking pictures. I’ve been praying and crying. But I’d like to try taking photos again. When I’m feeling less tormented on the cross.

I think I entered another level of hell.

I don’t wanna be trapped down here.

Also, I don’t know how to communicate with females at all.

In any capacity.

Either they have no empathy and are emancipated androgynous bots or I’m autistic.

I spend 30 seconds with a human and leave going “demon”.

Is this what Edgar Allan Poe experienced before he wound up on the street?

Also, it occurred to me that NASA are shadow people and the entirety of space.

You don’t know if an object is spherical or flat in space.

They only see dots and the math is wrong.

Society and everything in it is snake oil.

I’m coming of age

I identify as Mary Magdalene and Cleopatra (and Mina Tepes)

I was conscious and aware before I was born and suicidal

I got in trouble for trying to die by suicide in kindergarten

FYI

The battle gets harder the longer you climb

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This (poetry)

This is the mess I made
Trotting through blindfold
This is the price I paid
No household

This is the mess I made
Clothing soiled
Trying to escape
Keeping heart from cold

This is the mess I made
Acting spoiled
Changing shape
Letting chaos manifold

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

This is the mess I made is sung in the style of Jim Morrison

Jim is very much part of my essence and purpose even tho I sold my precious vinyl

Been letting go of my “empire of shit”

Never been more suicidal in my life

But I’ve been trying to end it since before I was born…

Look at this pedophilia propaganda infesting my home

Donate pile…

It’s human vs demon vs angel baby down here

I hope God loves me…

And doesn’t forget me in the void…

“Why have you forsaken me” welp

All I do is walk around with a stone and I’m also in bear mode, so please don’t activate

“If cute why not pet”

Cuz rip veins from neck “with teeth”

Keep back ten feet…

(The enemy is in a white coat and house)

The census: it’s not just how they are reporting

I’ve overstayed my welcome

“I talk to dead people”

I’m autistic (they want to commit me for not being a monotone droid who does what it’s told)

“I’m that program in the Matrix doing what it should not”

“I see dead people” *sobs* 👀

Don’t tell your therapist this or anyone

If I wind up on the crazy top o clock news, bear mode, celebrate

And if there’s any casualties of war, well, you shouldn’t of fucked with my dog…

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I live for God now (poetry in 8 words)

Tender mercy
Sharpening knives
Overwhelming worry
Ending lives

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I apparently don’t believe in abortion or euthanasia.

“Thou shall not kill” hits differently for Angel Baby.

Non stop worry and crying followed by a dopamine boost of milk, cinnamon and sugar… left before my free refill, welp… (and left crying lol) (also learned I’m not into normal things)

The little mutt may be a Frankenstein made in a lab, but he has a soul and a heartbeat, and I’m not getting in the way of God or his plans and whatnot.

So I have a hellhound in this timeline. He hates it here (this location) as much as John Jones hates that cave.

Hear, hear

The crows were never here the prior four years.

Neither was BlackRock – who took control of this building

I need out the city

The Titanic is sinking overrun with racism and murder of white folk by Black Lives Matter but white lives don’t

Check the census. It’s not just how people are reporting stupid.

“So you don’t believe in interracial marriage”

You can marry who you want but I don’t want to live in a predominantly black neighborhood ever again…

I’m autistic angelic

I curse and say “autistic”

I’m gonna get committed

The enemy is in a white coat and White House

My mama think I got a “dirty mouth”

Over and out…

To those still lurking, thank you. Maybe one day, a night bloom.

Hell is freezing waters. Heaven has daughters.

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Christmas is Canceled (poetry)

I blame the world
For all my problems
Every single one
☝️

But I’m responsible
For what I’ve done
Every circumstance
The Devil spun

Drawing blanks
Loaded gun
Eyes clearly focused
Though in the sun

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

If I cut the cord, I’ll never be the same

In hindsight, it’s what I want, but not this way

An opportunity, to fix mistake

To save oneself

But at the cost of another…

So who is really being saved

Have you seen that zombie film with Arnold Schwarzenegger?

He couldn’t fix his mistake either

Prolonged the suffering…

It’s one of his best films next to Terminator. Highly underrated.

Cuz it’s all emotion.

That ending scene…

He couldn’t do the one thing she asked her dad.

Coward.

Being vague, because I don’t want to spoil the details.

No one cares about that film but me

Currently I’m going through a situation in where I don’t wanna do what I probably clearly outta

And my only outlet of expression is a poem to a private blog

*laughs insanely*

The isolation is starting to drown me

And you know what they say about a drowning man

Revenge

It really is better served cold and calculated

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Belief (poetry)

The problem is
I don’t believe
The sky is falling
The lies you weave

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Shit you should know but don’t want to hear 👇

Dogs and cats were made in a lab in Asia. Traced back their timeline.

Not shocking.

Cats and dogs are plagued with parasites.

The elites were plagued with parasites.

Connect the dots

“Pregnant women should not be around the cat box”. Applies to everyone!

Gavin Rossdale says cats are filthy, won’t have em in his palace. Good King.

I’m very observant. Army trained.

I got the good Army training.

Listen or don’t listen

GenX about to have a throw down, we nearly healed but at risk for ASDS heaven

It’s humans vs demons down here

Narcissism is a plague (someone with a psych degree)

My best friend died of suicide, and then her mother and I’ve been trying to die by suicide since I was in the womb but then I decided to study why everybody was so fucking depressed and it’s because of China 🇨🇳

Porn. Propaganda. Predators. The Internet should be 21+. Walmart and The Mall too. (They’re selling sex toys in front if kids)

FYI: I identify as 15 but act 500

I’m a complicated creature and require special handling

He doesn’t get me at all

How do you play the game when you know their next move?

I’m afraid of what I can do… (to self) (near through)

Can find compassion in Crow and the elite hate Crow so much – she don’t get an emoji

Feed the trees and the wildlife

They need us….

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Hell (poetry)

I hope hell is just for men
Same place I’ve been
Crossing back with sin
Just ask when

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

*insert picture of me looking like shit here*

FYI: safety check update; if you have an Amazon wishlist, they are now sharing your address with the buyer unless you uncheck the box

I think it should be illegal for a company to add new features and automatically sign you up for them.

They are doing this in the real world now too

Like how an addendum will become a permanent feature

90% of all murders happen by men

“Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct”

Christianity in its current massively re-written state, serves Lucifer

It’s Luferian worship

Everything in society – especially “manmade” is a contraption set by LUCIFER

Of course, I don’t really believe in your fucking made up God and devil, but this is the reality and propaganda I’m fucking stuck in.

I believe in the Good Creator

The Source

I think life was an explosion everywhere

Not an actual boom

Life appeared simultaneously and everywhere (the great expansion like your precious fake Big Bang – which I told you wasn’t real)

I never believed in evolution theory as a child, or teenager or in eighth grade; I holy fucking argued about everything that was being taught as theory as fact

Can NASA show you anything other than dots?

Y’all believe the cartoons they push

I’ve noticed they use cartoons to push their propaganda

Uhm, I’m sick of the Internet is Dead

Propaganda. Porn. Predators. It needs to be made 21+

Same with Walmart who are selling sex toys online in the health department

I’m sick of an LCD monitor, don’t wanna look at a screen

It’s burning my retina 👁️

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DON’T (short rhyme)

DON’T DISTURB THE DEAD
My door sign read
Fuck off instead

John,

Did you become the earth?
Deep in the Void
Did faith you desert?
Have you lost your worth?
Kicking til legs hurt?
Is hell our birth?

Cain killed Abel
I feel capable

OR…

Cain killed Abel;
But I didn’t visit my sister when she was dying
Don’t even bother crying
Maybe I’m not capable…

Stay on the path
Don’t deviate
There’s a lot of ways
For doing things wrong
Very few right turns

The demons in positions of power, the gays, they want to save us, ALLY *laughter* but probably should’ve cried (FYI)

Suicide from the hilltop

Chris Cornell died when he was on top
What a fucking drop
Lights on, then off
Final stop

John,
We’re reckless
Up to neck
We’re feckless
Cleaning shop
You’re speckless
Winding your watch
Like you’re checkless

I know where he keeps
His secrets under me
I know where he sleeps
So comfortably

She has veins
She’s so strong
The weight she contains
Flowing all along

He’s down there
Rotting in regret
And we don’t know
His spirit is unrest

Feel like we’re separated by galaxies
Sad realities
A fallacy

Father,
How do I –
Get out from
The ruling thumb
Without killing someone?

Father,

I’m not having fun
I’m not drunk on rum

Everybody’s gone private
Still spreading like a virus

Father,

Why did you put me here?

I can’t swim in a current
Like the sun so burnt
Lessons never learnt

I like the rhythm we make
Like delicate thunder
The soft wonder
Filling clouds

Father,
I’m writing you from hell
Calling long distance
Crawling though persistent
And I cannot spell

I extract all the amber
Lies from December
Gather under chamber
Don’t love thy neighbor

I don’t wanna go right
I want to go left
Until I’m out of breath
Stuck to chest

The feeling is mutual
I don’t think it’s that unusual

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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We’re Sorry (poetry)

We’re sorry
That profile is not available
You thought love was unfailable
We hope you feel terrible

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Edgar Allan Poe died on the street because of this bullshite

He didn’t make it past 40 without love (which happened to be his blood cousin – not through marriage – but blood relation – uhm incest)

I’m gonna throw up 🤢

Still. He is tattooed on my bone. And skin

“Earth is lying”

A constant reminder

I’m just a former shell of all I could’ve been

I hope somebody in heaven still loves me

Closing shop but still sinning at my private clubhouse where it seems the Devil and crows have gathered

I don’t find the crows ominous at all

They bring me gifts and blessings

I crawled deeper in the hole – cuz I don’t know how to leave well enough alone – and I’ve never been more frightened in my life

Edgar was a Soldier

The enemy is in the White House

“I’m that program in the system doing what it’s not suppose to…”

Literally programmed to make a mess

This is why heaven is empty

Nobody wants me here

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Little Black Book (poem)

I got a little black book
Of all the names I hate
Some contain a face
Some I advocate

I got a little black book
But I own no estate
And I’m always running late
Procrastinate

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I love how a Taco Bell subscription is $10 a month – Walmart $13 a month, the car wash $19.99 per month, but because I’m a commoner, and most men have a porn and gambling addiction, and most men wouldn’t spend a dime on me, let alone a penny, because they’d rather send me marriage proposals or tell me how much I make their dick hard, for three years on social media, because “your pretty” is the validation one needs and they just sold their house or whatever, and I’m suppose to chat with these men on the daily, without them so much as ever buying me a coffee, or joining my incredibly cheap Patreon tier of ONE DOLLAR, even though they tell me they visit my blog and “enjoy” the content and “I’m gonna go far”

You’re right

Far the fuck away

Under a new identity already born

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The Day (poetry)

The day
He abandons me
I’ll be homeless
Complete psychosis
Without notice
Earth my focus
Death the prognosis

This site has been deleted!
Surprise! You were never needed!
Cast out and weeded!
All hope receded!

Compass points
To my heart
Upside down
In you

Without love
It’s all useless
The daily excuses
If we’re not exclusive
Hope is useless

He wasn’t ready for me
Giving himself away
He arrived late
Demanding me to stay

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Still writing my heart out – despite being completely cast out by the blogging community *bows*

Full unlocked exclusive set on my Onlyfans (where I snuck into Top 39 Thanksgiving. Thank you!!) 🥰

If I become homeless, I don’t wanna become homeless where it floods (perspective)

The content carries on two places at once: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal

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The End (a poem)

I know why everybody’s gone, halfheartedly
The Devil is a finely-tuned mistake
Just off center front stage
Sitting in a black box
Drinking champagne
His eye a spotlight

He keeps a letter in his pocket
Dark corduroy lint free
He smells of oak and pine
And her expression is a look of expectation she will never meet
He finds her in the most desolate ruin

Out of breath
Wasted time
Ready to die

Regret is a curtain pulled aside
And she dances with fury
He’s convinced the moon is under her spell
Gazing
Engorged

She prefers the clouds her audience
The quiet solitude
Where destiny won’t find her
Where broken promises and debts will never be paid…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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Shame (poetry)

I try to hide my shame with socks
The bruises, the scars
There’s no love lurking in my mailbox
I’m chatter from the sidebars

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you for everything. Practicing gratitude.

https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal

I honestly had no idea that covering my bruises with cute socks, would help my mental health, but it does… (proof on the OF)

The algorithm must’ve finally learned English and grammar

After I threw out the Smart TV 📺

PROGRAMMING

Albeit it recorded shame as SHEIN in caps so

I want an annoying old typewriter

Not synthetic fibers

Finally got my hands on some plates that say MADE IN THE USA and holyshite that’s rare

To be from a country where everything is sourced from China India Mexico Thailand Japan – if it does say USA now sometimes it’s a trick and most items were sourced from Brazil

I live in the USA but feel a stranger SLAVE

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Signpost (poetry)

I’ve known him the longest
We met near a signpost called despondent
In a forest of fondness
Sadness my bonnet
I’ve loved him the longest

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I abruptly stopped the detox days ago. Can still taste the poison on my tongue.

John has been down there struggling nearly 23 hours now.

In retrospect

They passed that cave off like a family event

Leavitt was shocked it closed. He was hoping a death would bring in more than 5000 visitors annually.

God bless John Jones

MURDERED

Given a FAKE MAP

“I thought I was somewhere else on the map. I thought it was going to open up. Why did you put me here?”

His faith couldn’t save him

Nor 100 rescue personnel on the tax payers clock

He died with shit running down his back

Hot and sweating and miserable

“I hate this cave”

Went in with his headlamp as a boy

Llitslitsututdlututitigdgiitutdututst

Gonna be an easy one huh

Nighttime huh

Management not even ensuring they have proper gear

Giving them a fake map

“Have fun”

Shocked it closed down

“There are things that happened down there that will never be disclosed…” Michael Levitt

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Half (poetry)

Would you still love me
If I broke in half?
And would you still want me
If I came in last?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Sitting at the VA writing him rhyme ✍️

When I was age 10, I had a dream about a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy from Maine or Maryland, and he was driving down a long road on a motorcycle.

I knew he was the one from my dream when we met in my 20s briefly

Even if I lose all my teeth, I’m still gonna wanna suck his fucking cock…

Welp.

John was willing to be broken in half to carry on with his life

I know I’m just a dying fantasy

Clinging to hope

He’s young and has the world

I keep having visions of hanging from a tree and him finding me 😑

John would’ve kept crawling if he could…

“I’m not where I thought I was”

“I thought it was going to open up”

“Why did you put me here”

On a positive note, it’s warm today. Hot warm.

I called the skate park. I don’t need safety equipment.

I’m in good spirits despite no self-worth

Whatever you do, don’t get the vaccine or flu shot

Don’t do it…

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Utah, JOHN JONES (poetry)

Maybe I’m in Utah
Under martial law
Digging under nightfall
In a low crawl

Hopelessly trapped
Where new earth mapped

Sealed
To keep out the curious
But I am delirious

Don’t keep crawling
At the place you’re getting stuck (says John Jones)

Remember Jones?
Went digging for gemstones
Got stuck; earth clinging to his bones
God bless John Jones

John,
I know the depths you crawled
The barriers
I know how much you bawled
Earth superior

John,
I know you clawed
None merrier
I know once you called
And broke hopes area

Died upside down
Shit rolling along his back
Lost hope
In the black
28 hours later
Dies of heart attack

The constant variable
I find unbearable
My soul unwearable
I just feel terrible

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Fake skull on my bookshelf

Victim blame all you want. The map was changed.

“I’m not where I thought I was”

“I thought I was someplace else on the map”

“I thought it was going to open up”

“Why did you put me here”

BRO, YOU WERE GASLIT AND MURDERED

BRO, THEY ARE DOING THE SAME TO ME ABOVE GROUND

THEY WANT TO COMMIT ME BECAUSE I KNOW THEY ARE MURDERING ME

IT’S A HITLER DEATHCAMP INSIDE THE MEDICAL SYSTEM

I FOUND THE ENEMY EVERYWHERE

BRO, POETRY ALL WEEK FOR YOU

I can’t sleep at night for what they’ve done to us

To what they’re doing

I fantasize about digging you out

“I want out”

“I hate this cave”

Bro, I’m so angry at the folks at the VA

I’m fantasizing about *insert positive context*

Recovery huh

You’re 400 feet from the entrance 100 feet below

Tattoo your name on my heart already

I’m coming to get you bro… come hell or high water

Don’t want the water, already contemplate some shit like that happening digging

“What the hell is that sound”

Desert floods. Welp.

Do I need to worry about gas being built up down there?

I have no problem dragging you out one bone at a time

He literally doesn’t want to be down there

His last will and testament verbally was he wanted to be broken in half to be pulled out

“Break me in half”

They dropped him on his head instead 👍👍

Tied the main pulley support on some clay

AND

Jerked harder when everything was going just fine

“It’s working, it’s working, pull harder”

WHY CHANGE IT UP IF IT WAS WORKING

GREAT RESCUE Y’ALL

Terrible management

Two kids got stuck there in that same section 6 months prior and it took like a 10 hour rescue and instead of marking that territory off they made a new map with MISSING DANGEROUS FEATURES

“I’m not where I thought I was…” John Jones

Well let’s go ahead and victim blame OK

See it in every article

NARCISSISM IS A PLAGUE

And once our enemy gets the people with the paychecks to kill off us then they’re going to come kill them off

Sometimes I want to let the darkness take over

John Jones died on Thanksgiving so

THAT IS WHY

Also, might’ve kinda met while I’ve been dying

“I talk to dead people” tearfully

Anyhoo there may be more poetry about the shit happening

His story is the icing on the cake in this hell

Nobody should be jealous of a dead boy (new band name)