Remove (poetry)

I wish he’d remove the veil
My face is pale
And death
Lives in my motel
A neon sign
Flashing I’m not well

I wish he’d remove the nail
We sin like hail
And faith
Is missing where I fell
A bloody road
Where we won’t leave a trail

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m going through revelations.

Despite dying and running everyone off nearly

I’m writing rhyme

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Warm Milk (poetry) *NSFW*

Crows and raven patterns
Demands he’s going after
Rings as full as Saturn
Kissing under lantern
Unholy laughter


Coffee with warm milk and dark chocolate
Hearts come with broken lockets
Empty picture frames not flawless
I have skeletons in my closet


I make him feel all the senses
Dizzy jumping fences
Climbing towards defenses
He needs me endless


He’s possessed
Or the letter was written in blood
Signed and scribbled with mud
Let love manifest

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

“I don’t want my kids to see this” 💋


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A Letter to John (freestyle rhyme)

John,

Prayers for insane. Payers don’t get blamed. Layers for the game.

John,

Doomsayers say. Favors come with maim. Strayers have timeframe. I counterclaim.

John,

I have nightmares. Downstairs lost your way. Wares have minimal wage. Flares now come with rage.

John,

Affairs decay. Players turn the page. But what of you became?

John,

I’m not okay.

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

John, I haven’t forgot you were crucified upside down for Thanksgiving. Worst way to die. The very worse. “I’m spitting” hear, hear

Your story is a guidepost for my own wrongdoing.

I can’t get past the, “I thought it was going to open up”

“Yeah, we took that off the map. Figured people with common sense would know dusty means don’t go”

I want to rip his fucking dick off with my teeth, I mean Lorena Bobbitt cut her husbands dick off with scissors and they’re doing fine…

Just saying

Michael Levitt murdered John Jones

Psst… John is here. He’s refractive.


Everything’s OK (the best I got) (freestyle rhyme)

“Everything’s okay”
The sky is grey
The streets are flooded
May sound cliché
But hope cold-blooded
And hell to pay
My faith is studded
And he is my valet
The Devil mudded
Dirty like the clay
He won’t sound thudded
Rotting on display
His position rugged
New earth to survey

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

RIP JOHN JONES

New Christmas fitness skates by Dolls Kill

Hope you’re enjoying the poetry! 🙂


Christmas Wishlist (short rhyme)

Large dose of ginger
Ugly sweater for winter
Empty frame with picture
His kiss December

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Naughty Santa Christmas choker by Dolls Kill 😌

Freestyle before I lose power 🙂

I wasn’t ready for Halloween to end lol but I do have some Christmas items arriving soon – they made it to Orlando. 🙂

Veterans Day is tomorrow but the streets might be flooded and I may be homebound and required by law 🙃

The lights have been flickering on and off so storm Nicole is near (I think that’s her name)

Florida does lose power

I’ve lost it for a week at a time on two occasions where I live 🙂

Not ghosting

I’ve been really busy in the real world but I do have some cute lingerie sets here already that are not holiday themed – as well as a halter and booty short set that sold out on Dolls Kill – in a small – that fits!!! I do wanna get proper photos in these things.

The halter set is vinyl. I wanted it in red. It sold out. Was lucky to get the mocha – in small – and it fit. Yay! Pics soonish! 🤪

It’s just… I’ve never had Christmas lingerie before – and my package is nearly here 📦

As far as I’m concerned, Christmas started when my skates arrived – and fit!

Was lucky to score a pair at all!

And I absolutely adore these. Kinda unisex. Fits my goth grunge style.

Like the bat, I am the dark

Oh, remember how I said we need to enter a black hole feet first

John kinda took it literal and is leading the way

He is the closest to the center of the earth

Where do you think the Sun is falling?

Even NASA (if you believe) stated we were 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than previously thought

Yeah because the math is wrong…

Management should have been replaced when two kids got stuck at Nutty Putty cave – but instead they decided to make a new map that did not feature parts of the dangerous cave and re-opened it for John Jones to get stuck

He owns that cave, that’s his ship now

Him and Earth became one

She accepted his sacrifice

And feet first we go…


Shotgun (poetry)

I wish I’d hear news of your death
I’d be winded
Overcome with giddy
You think I’m kidding?

I’d start a committee
Organize their pity
Piss on your city
Sorrow is silly


He likes to use the word “our”
But I’m not allowed in his yard
At any hour
The wind blows hard


I need to bunker down
Spend six months alone
Get out of this town
Let him feel the undertow


I’m reactive
Chemical explosive proactive
Positive attracted
Faith compacted


“Baby’s not allowed to see”
Words said cruelly
Cut right through me
Trust left fully
Got nowhere left to be


He wants me in a red bow
Lingering low
Black night and espresso
Staggering combo


He’s not a friend
He’s a one-way street
To a dead end
Devil called “shotgun” seat


I spend too much time and money for simple validation
Guys are cheap
There’s never a rose or coffee waiting
But another message complaining they are aching
Meanwhile, bills are paid and fridge is full – none of which they are responsible for
None of them would pick me off the floor
So I’m closing my own door


It feels redundant
Swimming up a current
I know I’m not stunning
Losing’s unbecoming


I deserve the cold earth
Rotting in the ground
Born with so little worth
Not gonna stick around


Kink and Coffee
Blowjobs and toffee


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Betting (poetry) *NSFW*

The storm has settled
Where nose has meddled
Flowers depetaled
Advanced a level
Facing the Devil

Chances have crippled
Secrets are scribbled
Scrubbing our nickels
Sins are tripled
Betting ain’t simple

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Postscript (don’t read if thinking women trigger you)

It’s possible I wrote a new word cuz language evolves but whatev

It’s a full moon. Mars is out. Plus loads of other stars. It’d be easier to escape the planet if we could than defeat the delite cuz most are asleep.

I’m not tho. Fully woke. And dreary. But lurking around Top 46 currently on OnlyFans and I uploaded panty shots. Cheeky I know.

I have my own private strip club. I show my goods tastefully (I think). 🤪

At least we know where all the boys won’t be at the end of the world – they won’t be at my fucking strip club because I’m not a ten star

Guess we know where the Devil will be hiding 😈

I might have him hostage now 😈

Just waiting on my Savior to arrive 🎄

And pardon me of the sins it took to fucking capture him


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I reactivated my Instagram but if Mark Zuckerberg starts fucking with the election again I’m deactivating it.

I might ban myself from TikTok cuz I got in trouble again for free speech and my audio MUTED. I’m up and down there like my mental health.

I am looking to jump to a new blogging host but the leap ain’t easy. Change is scary. I need a guide.

The Internet is dead but my website is alive. By a thread.

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Position (freestyle rhyming poetry)

I live somewhere
On the outskirts
You won’t find me
Where his position asserts

I’m not responding
To alarms and alerts
Even when I’m craving
All his bloody desserts

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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An all original organic human bean 🫘


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The dead-nosed reindeer (poetry)

The dead-nosed reindeer
Will change the atmosphere
From cheer to fear
Instant in a light-year

The cynical snowman
Like an evil program
Hate will last a lifespan
Sin his piping plan

Dead to me
Like your Christmas tree
Presents for devotee
Rotting disbelief

Doomed dessert
Black your soul convert
I’ve seen them at work
Make you hurt the worst

Goddess of gloom
Now in the room
I come with doom
Prophecy assumed

Hollow pumpkin shell
Endless souls in hell
Can’t help myself
Hate is heartfelt

War of the roses
Love decomposes
Lies is where his nose is
Overcast is ghosted

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Hopeless (poetry)

Black were the colors
The rain came down in clusters
Like the sky was broken
A black hole formed open

Kneeling on all regret
Footing he’d soon forget
Black roses bleeding
Felt the moon was grieving

Wind blew brunette
Deep pain in his chest
Never saw her cheerleading
No hope proceeding

Hell fell upwards
Hell gained a new monster
The moment potent
Her body hopeless

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Happy Halloween 🎃

I’ll get more content posted soon.


Demigod (freestyle poetry) *NSFW- soft nudity*

You want divine spark?
Required: one dark heart
Break it apart;
Destroy the patriarch!


He wants the benefits without putting in the work
I’ll give it my all and still get rated the worst

I’m top of your list?
But you’re never around?
Cuz life it must persist?
Or hell will keep you down?

But where do I exist?
The lesson is too profound?
The truth I must have missed?
But who is safe and sound?

He fucking mimics
Everything I do
Wandering avenue
My biggest critic

He fucking limits
The destiny we construe
My sin his residue
Cuz sin’s an epidemic

Closest by a distance
No wall to break through
No sunlight where we grew
We’re outta minutes

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

P.S.

I got a new lace veil today at Spirit Halloween but would you know they were out of their infamous bleeding candles here and at every store nearby! Sold out! So wasn’t able to score another pair, nor will they have any at the huge after Halloween blowout sales lol

New lace comb veil (because she kept poison in the comb and this is a black comb lace veil) MINE

I got a military discount today and will likely sneak back and see what the vultures left behind for the huge blowout sale

Box of tricks from Spirit Halloween 😈

But I still have one candle unburned and one that I just lit for a set that is still more than half (and now they feel even more special for the set I’ll use them since I wasn’t able to score any replacements this season. Boo)

Sometimes I score tee-shirts (plain but black or green or some other color but 100% cotton or near)

New lunchbox from Spirit Halloween

I really wanna save my dough for Dolls Kill and Shein – see what I can grab there this time – got my trick or treat shopping in early tho at Spirit – and with that military discount – but dammnit if they didn’t have the ONE THING I WANTED and really no point in going back but I know I will 👻

I do like grabbing the journals and the home stuff at discounted prices and I did score a really cool lunchbox that includes a poem 🎃

I can use it when I take my walks to the beach and park or travel wherever OR as a keepsake box or to store my gun in 🙃

It’s practical and my first real lunchbox since a kid that doesn’t look like I’m going to work or a hike. But remember when lunchboxes would have really cool things inside them (kind of like vinyl records).

😈

Oh and I got a new skull for the bookshelf 💀

And my military discount paid for those decals but I don’t know if I can use them in any of the photo sets on onlyfans because we’re not allowed to use blood, or say the word blood, or bleeding, so I don’t know if I can have bloody handprints even though they’re decals 💀

I can use them to decorate my Jeep tho or a wall or put it on forever furniture – I DON’T KNOW

I HORDE THINGS LIKE A SQUIRREL

I WAS INVITED TO A HALLOWEEN EVENT THAT INCLUDES PRIZES AND A SMALL MEAL

I RSVPD

I HOPE I GO 🎃

(Please go)

(I’ll let you know if I go)

(Free food even if I win nothing I won a free meal and I wanna get invited to the bigger Jeep events on beachside on Main Street when ONLY JEEPS ARE ALLOWED TO DRIVE ON IT

I’m trying to be a positive part of my community

My little Jeep is old and it could win a free part but I’m not decorating it but if I go – I could go in a costume, maybe I might win something for it or myself, but still free small meal) (networking)

(It requires communication and I’m an introvert so I probably won’t go)

Or go but not leave my ride 👻

Also more writing and stuff to come

My poetry is so fresh it normally comes with mistakes (no editor). ☠️

Yo. I mean, I have more content coming. But I make everything hot. 🤪

I don’t use a poem generator.

I don’t have a husband who could be my poem generator (like David Gilmour and his wife write lyrics together, I don’t have that)

But y’all inspire me

So I’m still here

Trying to get better

In how I hold myself

In how I present myself

On with the show…


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Dear John (poetry)

I don’t know how
To get out of this trap
There’s nowhere to plow
Unmarked territory on our map

But you’re my guidestone
The provisions you provide
I want you on my backbone
Like heaven is on my side

Did mother earth loosen its grip?
When upon heaven you did slide?
We’re in a fellowship?
There is no divide?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m dropping Halloween sets on my OnlyFans. Some people like my poetry and photography and that keeps me going.

I like exploring who I am this way.

The safety of the veil.

Fun fact: I’m actually an extremely skilled combat medic.

Trained to kill and to heal.

Dangerous combo ⚠️

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psst… he’s down here with me, he’s here, and he still wants out. He doesn’t try to stop me.

“I want out”

“I hate this cave”

“My legs hurt”

“Why did you put me here”

I’m still fighting for my life but I got a toilet

“I talk to dead people”


Science (freestyle poetry)

Maybe once I was a giant
Roaming destiny
But now thanks to science
We’re too compliant
With low equity

Self-portrait from 5 minutes ago

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Happy Boo season. You can’t burn me at the stake anymore. 😈


Everybody having sex secretly and the divorce rate is 100% or something and like I got zero marriages under my belt cuz I’m not 20 anymore

💀

If he had the one thing he wanted he’d be so bored with it because I am a little bit of everything he wants

But he can’t have 🤪

He says maybe he’ll call which means he won’t

*leaps from bridge with broom* 👻


I Dare Not; Poetry from Purgatory

Curfew doesn’t apply to me
ENCOURAGING
I’m outside foraging
Nighttime flourishing

Forgive my offenses
Leaping over fences
Soul consequences
No shame dispenses

Maybe I’m like liquids
My blood is wicked
This tongue explicit
Soul sin omitted

Cop and crow
Linger on death row
I got front show
Walk with vertigo

You’re on speed dial?
Definition of reconcile?
My aim is hostile
Sit down awhile

Eggshell or limestone
Wait til I’m in prone
Crawling through milestone
Tearing down all throne

They are watching
Dark eyes mocking
I’m out here walking
White girl so shocking


I don’t want to wear pretty dresses made with poison
Competing against everyone and their perfect lies
Even in death
Forged and eulogized
Casket closed
The truth is never wide
Silence on our face
The dead won’t cry!


He is danger; know him like a stranger
I react with anger
Tunnel through the trigger
Lock and load with vigor
Cold as glacier
I am endangered


I don’t know whether to be offended or withdrawn
I don’t know the rules at all
He’s automaton
I dare not crawl


Self-portrait October 2022

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Happy Boo season y’all. Hitting my grave soon.


Sparrow (poetry)

We can’t stop tomorrow
Falling in the center of all hollow
Black hole is sorrow
Do you have hope to borrow?

And where I’m crawling narrow
Do you really care though?
Always chasing pharaoh
Name sinner sparrow

I can eat a meal with Abraham
Or Gideon
Fight the city of Sodom
Blindsided with no hand

They call me FALLEN
Say my name –
Never see me crawling
Calling poison pollen

His self-worth
Is wrapped in numbers and money
Thinks darkness is sunny


Swallowed by sinkhole
Earth on cruise control
Got my spirit low
I live on limestone


Love is a feeble and fragile fire
Under denial
He will still smile
Lie while under trial
Claim that he misdialed
He’s a pedophile


I’m not interested in validation
But more of if today I will eat a salad


Maple
Blood of the gods
Drink it in gobs
Amber makes tongue throb
Need it a lot
Plot for my crop

He can’t believe he crawled into that hole
Based on the lies he was presented
His death could’ve been prevented
He uses me to speak it


Lives are born and never recorded
They are important


If eyes were closed
His love disposed
His blood runs cold
Like death decomposed


The worst of all possible punishment
Put it on a monument
Pay the earth a compliment
Nevermind where heaven went
Paid with life and not one cent
Left us broke to an extent
You think dying’s intimate?


Well my hand was drawn at midnight
13 minutes after bad luck
Tiny feet kick through sheet rock
I don’t give a fuck


He’s glaring attentive
The sun burning incentive
He stands with attention
Will burn through dissension


Better to be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener in a war
That’s my rapport
Put it on a flag and let’s explore
The garden is what I’m fighting for


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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Savage and Servant (poetry & photography) *NSFW prob*


You should’ve kept your mouth shut
So deep my wound you felt the cut
I guess you’d say you bleed somewhat
If you stab in the gut

Sometimes I feel rushed
The weight of a feather crushed
As long as voice is hushed
The praise will gush


I’M ACTUALLY NATIVE AMERICAN BROWN WITH SOME ALBINO AND SUN SPOTS FROM THE SOURCE

I bring you gifts
Of all the things you hate
Kick you from cliffs
And blame you for the weight


You’re a savage and a servant
You’re a lion and a lamb
Lessons you never learned it
And regret
You won’t feel a milligram

Are you a gap in reflection?
A two way mirror complexion?
Can you give me protection?
Such priceless affection?

I want to disturb the place you rest
Uneasy under crest
The earth must love you best
Won’t let go your chest

I don’t follow the trends
They lead to dead ends!

Long ago I was discarded
Does faith keep one safeguarded
God is brokenhearted
Gone extinct his harvest
I cry the hardest

Remove the harness
Underneath the carcass
Decay just a garnish
Layer earth with tarnish
We all die regardless

Top of the list huh
Right next to “she is dumb”
So above and below your thumb
Better argument and income
That’s the mirror you’re seeing from
REMOVED MYSELF FROM THE EQUATION

A GHOSTLY INVASION

I can see through hell’s shadow
He’s drinks coffee like espresso
I removed self from the status quo
I KNOW MY POSITION THOUGH

I’m up, you’re down?
Quantum entanglement
We wear it like a crown?

My gifts come with all the things he hates
Open up these flooded gates
Love obviates
Nothing he appreciates

Tart
Like black cherry
Contempt he’ll carry
Bag overflowing heavy
Sin his sanctuary

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

THERE’S MORE POETRY COMING SOON – I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU


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P.S. I’m not giving up on the dog. We went for two bike rides yesterday. I finally got the bike out of the house. Most of the black neighbors looked like they wanted to run over me and one white neighbor stopped in his car and warned me that they do 90 around the bend and “be careful”.

I’m not racist I swear. (Everyone hates me for my skin color or my soul. I don’t know which anymore but the city IS dangerous and folks being murdered left and right).

They are targeting the disabled and single white girls. FYI (old people and generally anyone looking weak)


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WE MUST NOT LET THEM LEAVE (poetry I think)

THOSE IN POWER ONLY CARE ABOUT GREED

WE MUST NOT LET THEM LEAVE

SCIENCE REBELLION!!! IT’S VERY COMPELLING!

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I JUST WOKE UP AND STOLE THE IMAGES FROM TIKTOK AND TURNED THE IDEA INTO A POEM. NEW TREND. SUE ME. The creator is in the poem.

GODDESS

I’ve been praying for answers though on what to do, on how to take down the elite and all these goddamn mushrooms keep popping up all around this lake and now this very clear information came through to me and this is something that we all can hold them back from

LEAVING EARTH

(We can’t go anyway but we can absolutely stop them)

WE CAN STOP THEM 😈😈😈😈

Also – I firmly believe that we dropped a giant bomb on Mars and we’ve been cloning for a long time

There is now evidence coming out that a bomb was dropped on Mars – (they’ll say an Asteroid ☄️)

They keep spraying poison over all the flowers on the road and now they want us to pay for them to plant flowers that they killed

And I did

The enemy is sitting rich on his throne while he fucking poisons my food air and water

WE CAN STOP THEM

I WANT BIG BOI ON MY TEAM

I’ll be lingering near the safe zone of the beach when the shit hits the fan

But it won’t matter if I have an old working jeep or are new working jeep, I can’t outrun the Lord!!!

I would like a floaty device tho

Jesus: you get one question go:

Me: how to save a barnacle? How to save the world? 😌

Right now the message imcoming is: WE CANNOT LET THEM LEAVE

Ready to sell my TV and destroy the elite

If you let your children use virtual reality gaming you are ruining their brain and if you use it for porn you are ruining your brain – you’re not supposed to have that much dopamine being released and it’s literally destroying the fabric of your identity and CELLS

Advertising is just as intrusive

That’s why sometimes you want to cry after an ad

ADVERTISING IS CONDITIONING AND MOST ADS LIE!!!!!!! THE GOVERNMENT IS OUR ENEMY NOW IN EVERY CAPACITY OF THE WORD – THERE IS NO HIDING THE EVIL NOW

THEIR ACTIONS DON’T MATCH THEIR WORDS


Lists (poetry & photography) NSFW – I IZ ADULT

Top of his lists
Of doesn’t give two shits

I don’t have anything to offer
When he can buy it all
A narcissist will not suffer
Like an angel will fall

Let him run to Paris!
Let him have his fun!
My name’s Polaris
Like lightning from a gun!

Have you been to the petrified forest in North Dakota?
Have I lost my quota?

God made galaxies to be seen
The calm and serene
The moon and evergreen
The sun and me

Full moon tomorrow
And I’m all sorrow

Mary Magdalene was a whore
Who slept with men for honey
Wanted bread, not money
What’s to abhor?

The homeless are an invasive species
Or so the TV tells me
As rent continues skyrocketing
The problem aren’t the elites

I’m organic
It makes the Devil frantic!
Hand stitched by God
The Devil cannot stand it!

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11 hours go by
17 make me cry

Why you take so long to respond to me
Takes an eternity

Mercury in Retrograde
Not like the softness in my tears
The way you disappear
Demand both sin and aid!
God’s not counting years
So the moon will not persuade
Though full when he appears
With only faith to trade
God’s not missing here


The King is a fool
Burning his confidant of truth

93 million miles away huh (all photography by @poeeternal)

The next time God sends you something with wings
It won’t have feathers
Looks like bad weather
Be damned is what it means
I warn of things


When in doubt
Burrow
Like a fox
Make it thorough

Not going in – is what the sign reads (red flags 101) RIP JOHN JONES

Can we start over?
Since we never have before?
An open shoulder?
Not a closed door?


Father,

I have lost all sense of worth
I put in the work
Darkness was my crutch
Jumping cliff to perch
Swearing off the church
I know Satan’s lurch
Full sin born at birth
Decades roaming earth
Hell, heaven or hearth

Please save me


Freckles galore – kisses from the source (lots and lots) 9/25/2022 (time is bullshite) (Ethiopia is seven years behind. April Fool’s!!!!!!!!!) Stupid Americans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I fell like a sword
Over propaganda
I am abhorred
God did not abandon
Heart can be restored
Faith my companion


He treats me like a number in the crowd
He’s a puddle and I can’t get out

I found myself a lost wanderer
Surrounded in fear
With water creeping near
But without wonder
Year after year
I know I am average
I am shrinking here

And now, under moon
A ceremonial ego death
Hard to draw a breath
John Jones go left!
I wake up in sweat
I lost a brother
Maybe the best

I am covered in agony
One lifeline to heaven please
God is feeding me
Gave me life and seed
Said get creating
Heart has energy
Blood is poetry

The earth took my blood
Water turned bone to stone
Earth is my home!

Earth is lying!!!!!!!

AND I MUST WEEP ALONE!!!!!!!


Tiny raindrops pouring down
Your energy speaks volumes
There in the Bayou
Lies who?


Cutting blood ties
With moonstone
What could go wrong
Hissing with his lies
Missing is his tries
Left to roam alone


I’m not crawling to my doom
I take cover under moon
My cloth isn’t costume
My favorite color isn’t gloom
I’m not chasing after you


The baby likely died last
Down in the valley
Family finale

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


All poetry and photography by @poeeternal

I’m aware my artistry is waning like the moon (sometimes thangs are better but I always put full heart in)

I hope there was something you enjoyed and there is more content coming! 🤪

I got folks coming to my blog telling me to cover up. Last I checked I was a GROWN WOMAN and nudity is NOT A SIN

God made me capable of having children at 13 and I believe I should’ve been allowed to choose a husband while under the age of 18

SOCIETY IS A SCAM

*leaps from bridge*

They want me covered up in jab cuz they can’t control their urges

They teach their children women are to be seen as sex objects only – only nude when servicing man

The guy coming to my blog telling me to cover up is the same guy who supports porn stars and the porn industry and jerks off to porn religiously but then goes to church and drops some money in the tray and thinks everything is OK

HE THINKS HE CAN COME TO MY BLOG AND SHAME ME

“You’re pretty but cover up”

Photography of and by @poeeternal

How about shut the fuck up

I love when they attach “friend” to the insult

Delusional

Glad he’s enjoying farm life and three meals a day plus infinite snacks

BUT YOU PISSED ON ONE OF GOD’S ANGELS

HE’S TAKING NOTE

I am grateful for your viewship. I shouldn’t have to censor myself on my own blog. It goes against my purpose of full transparency and truthmongering. Sorry not sorry.

“I don’t want my kids to see this”

You mean the same kids you let loose in the mall and at Walmart whom openly sale erotic adult sex toys IN FRONT OF CHILDREN – not behind a curtain 👀

LOL m’kay

GO BACK TO SLEEP

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May God Pray For You (poetry & photography) NSFW

You taste of Judas Iscariot
Betrayal you’ll marry it
I’ve paid twice for sins
Won’t pay again

144 awakening
7th seal opening
Judgment hour
No hoping (John’s still coping)

One, two
See through all of you

Hell hath arrived
THERE ARE NO GOODBYES

Oh, Prince of This World
They aren’t your gifts to give
Heaven rules over all but this
God is the Void
But Satan rules this world

I am a beggar
Crawling eternally

Helpless to stop it
Remove self from equation
The devil is invasion
I’m losing patience!
Careful crossing occasion
Will get stuck persuading
Hopeful helpful information

Nature becomes conscious of itself through you

I NEED YOU LIKE ETERNITY
Hell is separation
I’M BURNING

If I die here
Nobody will know
I didn’t want to
But nobody will ask you

Fallen
Angelic
Trying to ascend

Need him more and then
Eleven hours spent
Not bad omen

Number signs godsend
I do listen
And then repent

Foreshadowing
But if he’s dropping flags
I’m walking in
Red carpet rolling
With a halo full of sin
God said keep walking
But I want him instead

He turns me SOFT
Like the Grand Canyon will flow
Paradigm shift halo
He owns my soul

I’m sorry he betrayed you
A devil said to shrewd
I think with gratitude
The sun burns the moon
I rest in solitude
Black as blue
But oh so devalued

I do not dream of labor
The moon a gaper
Place our love on paper
He calls –
I turn to vapor

We’re reaching terminal velocity
Death is nearing
Is this the correct speed?
Thought you needed me?

He’s wrapped up in deceit
Like a sheet
Am I a ghost
I am discreet

I’m without kingdom
Guarding eternity
Trident
I’m not lying

WHAT LIES
Beyond the horizon
CRIMINAL EYES
But the sun’s still rising
AND I’M HERE FOR BLOOD

Touch me
So the curse will lift
Kiss me on the lip
Keep me near your hip

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


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Fragments (poetry)

There are only fragments of where you once were
I can draw a line from you to her
These walls have shadows of your terms
A plea of prayer or concerns


Pretty bias exists
Like a blade around your wrist


I tell the Devil all my moves
I know that he will lose

I tell him all my plans
Across lightyears they span

I tell him all my secrets
He stores them in a sequence

All my hopes and grievance
Killing off my demons


He’s punishing me because the need is great
I can feel the world like a weight
But there’s a boulder in place –
I can’t participate!


Red light, green light
Was there, not here
No bye
Everybody has a price


I’ve prayed for all their deaths
I prayed –
With every single breath

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

NOT A STOCK PHOTO by @poeeternal

Post script (trigger warning potentially!?!)

The baby daddy DEAD

The big sister DEAD

Prayed for all of them and there’s more on that list🙏

YOU BLEED ENOUGH AND THEN THE BLEEDING STOPS

You won’t get my forgiveness

I’m not here for that

Also! Thank you for the belated birthday moneyz! 🥰

There’s such a warm feeling inside knowing I’m shopping for soup thangs soon

Also, I’m giving Walmart pickup a try. It’s free on orders of $35 or more

I’ll let them shop for my groceries again. Only this time I will drive to pick them up. They bring it to your car.

I won’t have to deal with the COVID crowds or mask up with a partial working lung (the left lung is doing better and I’m taking deeper breaths now, hopefully not the death call)

I may do a sunrise livestream from the beach this weekend on my TikTok

There’s a lot of negative dark energy here in the city, I’d like to avoid

I JUST WANNA BE HOME

It’s the worst place I’ve ever lived but for now it’s the only place I want to be

I’ve been moving my furniture around in my bedroom though and now I have a new view

I’m searching for a decent mattress topper because I’m sick of sleeping on wires

I think I may have finally found one without all the bs

They only have 2 inches but it’s decently priced and it’s gotta be better than sleeping on these fucking wires

I wanted 6 inches and the 3 inch egg shell + 3 inch memory foam but they don’t exist anymore

They keep trying to push the products with infusion in it which will dry out eventually and make your bed crack and I don’t want to sleep with chemicals

Anyhoo

I think I settled on that one and it’ll be decided on next payday

I may take a peek inside the actual Walmart but I can’t stand going inside that place lol

CROWDS

UGG

GROSS

I’m nearly ready to start sleeping on my floor tho

The bed I’m sleeping on was donated by the church cuz my stupid ass went homeless briefly during the government furloughs and hiring freezes

I love that I studied so long in college for a job just for the government to stop us from working and give all of our jobs away to the immigrants

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🇺🇸

MADE IN CHINA INDIA MEXICO

(Native American slave)

But the black Americans want me to pay financial repercations for propaganda crimes I never committed (nor my bloodline)

GET IN THE FUCKING SEA

I will go AWOL if you don’t stop taxing me

NASA IS A FRAUD!!!!!!!

WE CAN’T LEAVE EARTH!!!

I’m hungry thus hangry but not so much cuz the cart is getting full soon and the free pick up makes me less anxious to shop myself

I never worked at Walmart but damn that would’ve been a much better job to have been picking out other peoples groceries, taking it to the car, or even delivering it to them, that sounds like a fantastic way to spend eight hours instead of just standing there scanning shit nonstop without a break

In England, they sit down on the job to scan your groceries…

I fucking hate it here (in America)

THE GREAT SLAVERY

THE GREAT WALL OF DECEIT

THE GREAT PYRAMID SCHEME

I think I may have a Bible here or two that might be worth putting on eBay

I’m kinda having difficulties accessing my account tho

And I’m fairly certain I locked myself out of my Facebook on purpose

So Mark Zuckerberg will be selling my data permanently forever without my permission

Same thing is going on with my Etsy…

I’m done with this fucking establishment

They shouldn’t be allowed to update their policies and add stuff like that and automatically have it selected yes for you

BUT THEY DO

Also, I’ve started receiving mail from spectrum again and when I called they said it was automation so the rainforest has been cut down for fucking spam in my mailbox that I don’t want every goddamn day or any day!!!

THE ONLY ESCAPE IS GOING AWOL / GETTING A PLOT OF LAND WITH MY OWN COMS

Luckily, I know a Soldier or two an expert in communication

LUCKS

They will come when I call…

When I went homeless, some of the officers I shared a foxhole with was offering for me and my pets to come stay…

I did not go but alas I was homeless in 2017 for 4 months

Still climbing out of that financial hole

I lost my entire Thrift savings (retirement) + regular savings just staying afloat

Should have cut the cord sooner

Thank fuck I got discharged before the entire “you must vaccinate or get kicked out dishonorably” bullshit occurred

Stay strong y’all

I didn’t have a husband or family to fall back on

My head is still kind of a mess from everything especially getting a vaccine injury but I’m in deep therapy trying to recover mentally physically everything

Appreciate y’all so much

I want my own little bit of land so I can start helping others and pay it forward

My mortgage payment would be way less than my annual rent increases

“Yeah but you have to do everything yourself”

Oh thank fuck, I don’t think I can handle hearing the Mexicans blow the leaves around the goddamn parking lot any longer

READY TO JUMP FROM THAT BRIDGE OR GO AWOL

(I’m going to use the birthday money to get groceries so thank you)


Psst I’m not racist. I’m tired of the policies being changed to benefit other countries while America becomes a third world country

I’m allowed to complain about the country I fought for

Even though the fighting was all bullshit too


Déjà vu (poetry)

I feel him mourning
Like thick moss growing on vine

He’s always yearning
The way I twirl around on pine


You got a returning subscriber!
Just kidding! He’s a liar!


I need oxygen but it’s corrosive
I need love but he’s explosive
Got me losing focus
Maybe his main motive


He doesn’t know how hard my heart is
I was born of darkness
Somewhere from the darkest
Never bow regardless


I want to distract him from morning
The way I’m overturning
Darkness is for learning
I bid you fair warning

Hanging with the dead and crying
An angel’s only trying
But oh ye faith I’m eying
And I know when you are lying


I think he’s Polyamorous
I know I couldn’t handle it


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m a cub and never a cougar xo

I woke up to my second supporter! And a lovely message!!! So very grateful, thank you!

Postscript 👇

In my past life I have been in open relationships and handled it just fine

But I’m completely possessive over the love of my life

I can feel my stomach churning with the thought

No kneel

WTF

You better be paying for my housing so I can hump all over your existence

You should be taking my OnlyFans photos and saying, “no babe, that’s your money, buy yourself something nice”

When I bring you money to pay the bills, you should be like, “baby, I’m taking care of you”

STEP UP

Be my K-I-N-G and I’ll be your Queen and submit

Pff you have some magical powers going unused that you know you can’t get anywhere but from ME

And vice versa

We got our own Great Filter upon us

I had to jump here first cuz that’s what it took

I HATE being OLDER than you

MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN

YOU HAVE ONE JOB


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Am I You (poetry)

Am I fractal
Crawling backward
Up a hill

Are you crackle
Like lightning
From a spear

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you to everyone who made my birthday special this year xo

Happy Birthday Me

The Vegan nail polish x 2, the vegan power snacks, the gift cards, the messages, the voicemail too

No word from my creators who birthed me

I IZ ORPHAN FROM NOW ON

THE FOLKS ARE DEAD

LIKE JIM MORRISON SAID OF HIS FOLKS

SAME

And I made white cake with egg whites, coconut milk, and coconut oil and it’s good

There was no poison in the cake

I don’t feel bad about baking my own cake

I’ve got a little coconut milk left and plan to make a wild blueberry coconut milkshake soon

There are birthday treats involved

And goods coming from Dolls Kill & Shein

There is no crying involved

I survived another period and year around the sun

I can’t tell you how incredibly painful it is to shed versions of yourself

And still not know if you’re alive

Like, what sort of fucked up gravy train am I on

I think consciousness simply evolved from awareness

I don’t even know if I’m real

Let me fire up this thing


Risk

He risked it all for that if
He risked it all for her kiss
He risked it all at that cliff
He risked it all and did not miss

He did not miss…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m sorry they left out details on an updated map not showing risk or location where 2 others had been stuck – and took hours to rescue

I’m sorry that management thought it best to remove features on a map – instead of blocking off entrance and stating instead that anyone with common sense would know “dusty” means “don’t go” “not well traveled” (victim blaming)

I’m sorry you thought you were somewhere you weren’t

And that the dangers and risks weren’t disclosed

“Why did you put me here…?”

Could you imagine if my last mission was a suicidal attempt to come get your bones

Last we saw of her was outside the cave location of John Jones, we think she went inside….

200 years later: bones of John Jones found in mysterious location with the remains of missing….

What’s even stranger is the position they were found in….

*cue the fairytales the establishment dish out as fact*

And thus a new religion was born

Hail whoever the fuck I become in the future

I mean, I do wanna go get his bones tho

*leaves suicide note near dug up entrance / and a black backpack*

CHECKMATE FUTURE ME

*doesn’t die*

*turns 44*

I was screaming for John recently tho – silently from my soul

He came up and was like, “you’re screaming like I’m in Utah..”

Cuz he haz jokes 😌


P.S. if you don’t know who or what I’m talking about, only the greatest tragedy in my living history. An angel was crucified upside down by a demon – who later received a bonus and likely a promotion for “heroic efforts”.

I want to throw up 🤢

His body was left there with over 100 rescue personnel on the clock.

Our tax dollars hard at work.

His bones are still in that cave and one day I’m gonna go get em’…

He hates that fucking cave…

There are things that had happened down there that Michael Leavitt says “will never be disclosed” and I’m gonna make him disclose them…

The patience and the craft of a warrior gone rogue

30 years time

This ain’t Minority Report

Although a kid did get arrested for making a threat during a video game

My PS4 has been factory reset and is in the STUFF TO BE SOLD AT THE PAWN box

The content is propaganda and subliminal messaging

I’m trying to get through to you

Espionage everywhere

But what do you see

Also – PayPal has listed someone as a contact who once donated to me anonymously

I found out about the anonymous donor – or rather who it was – about six months or so later – in an end-of-the-year PayPal statement

Fucking fantastic

The goddamn glitches in this timeline

The anomalies

And now Instagram tells people “followed by so-in-so”

There is no privacy here

My TV hasn’t been turned on in weeks

I wanna turn into one of them vets who live in the country with their own radio coms

Telephone? We ain’t got one of them here. You gotta drive into town…

I made it to 44, thanks to John Jones

I don’t know if I’m gonna get out alive, but he’s down here with me

And those electrical jolts to my heart was him repairing the damage big pharma caused when I injected myself twice with that deadly poison

I was barely alive, hanging on by a thread

I’m spitting less in a cup but I’m still spitting in a cup

I keep hearing people say they’re catching Covid and I can’t catch Covid, my immune system has been compromised from the death jab and heart inflammation and people are now dropping dead by that adult death syndrome which I’m at risk of

I need to be quarantined

I need to be that girl in a bubble

I wanted to have photos for you today

But then that 7 day treatment is taxing on the liver, this detox I’m doing – coupled with me starting my period with the full moon like clock work

I’m spent…

But I made it to 44!!!!

I’ve lived 43 years!!!

Now it ain’t easy

My sister died in January at age 45

She didn’t make it to 46

And I’ve been saying since I was a little kid that I wouldn’t live past 50 so I have that weighing on me

I’ve been saying since I was about 12 years old that Leo’s have heart and feet problems so I predicted my own fucking death

I’m paying better attention to the red flags now I hope

And when I feel myself falling into a violent dark rage – I’m gonna paint my nails instead and play dress up or ride my bike or bake a delicious meal

That’s the intention anyway

I’m still in intensive therapy and putting in the work…

I’m starting this new detox regime soon

And then probably the liver cleanse

And some of the other formulas he has

Vegetarian too from what I’ve seen

It’s less expensive than dying or treatments from Big Pharma which nearly all include toxic poisons – yellow/red/blue dyes

These nurses and doctors don’t give a fuck about you

They think the NDA they made you sign trumps their oath

IT DON’T

Take revenge in the courtroom and not on the street (or self-destruct)

Stay woke

P.S.S. America is a corporation where its occupants are owned by communistic China – who holds hands with the Russian mafia – who is the Illuminati – and keeps you distracted with porn, religion, politics, Hollywood, propaganda and subliminal messaging

TikTok says I’m a threat

Instagram says I’m a threat

You better know it


Wildfire (mini poems)

I love him for awhile
Drop bombs and act hostile
I’ll love him for a mile
Send invite then exile


Narcissism is a plague
Wildfire like my rage
Your flag is acting vague
Say what you mean to say


I’m sorting everything I have
Every single thing I own
Been logging too much weight
I’m never feeling home

Been crawling with my skeleton
I’m getting out of prone
I’m turning on the lights
I’m heading for unknown


I’m tired of washing clothes
I hate to wear
I’m tired of open roads
Of just despair


The aftermath apparent
Like an errant animal
It’s so overbearing
The way deep space
Won’t stop starring
Or acting like
He’s not caring


118 pounds
Can barely afford a smile
He goes by too many nouns
Won’t you feed me at the fairgrounds?
I might put on a frown
A tear for the clown
Wearing a hospital gown
Starving little cloud


He knows my birthday without a doubt
I just haven’t figured it out


You kneel
I heal
That was the deal


We have to make order out of chaos
Forget about the hard loss
Betrayal is a hard bust
We never quite will adjust


I’m going through metamorphosis
I gave no notice
Guess I’ll change my coordinates
I am the cold porcelain


Dear John,
I’m still spitting in a cup
But I haven’t given up
Lost my way and now I’m stuck
Guess I haven’t any luck


Re: Mark Zuckerberg
Someone silence that puppet
Put a bullet in his nugget
Don’t ask, Don’t tell who done it


Label created
Clouds must be elated
Happy belated
Words I never stated
Love’s overrated


Eventually you get tired of –
The papers piling up
Evidence of –
I never gave a fuck


He’s always causing so much ruckus
I’m losing focus
Gave my two week notice
He’s close to homeless


I’ve got decades of mail unopened
Obviously I’m barely coping?


I’ve been lost in my own shadow
Falling down every hole


How long will the bears live?

God: 100 years

How long will the humans live?

God: 100 years

What color will the bears be?

God: brown/black/white

What color will the humans be?

God: brown/black/white

I REST MY CASE

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Homemade vegan veggie stew and cornbread

I’M SO GLAD YOU WON’T EAT FROM MY KITCHEN. MORE FOR MEEEEE


Write (poetry)

I notice when he’s gone
Even though clouds are glowing moonlight
But in the breeze my thoughts are blown
I haven’t even words to write

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

No filter. No makeup. Hardly any bathing suit 🤪

Next Friday I turn 44. Potentially. Still putting up the good fight even though I’ve shriveled away to 118 pounds.

All fleshy stuffs.

No Botox/plastic/fillers

Just a whole lot of gravity and mess softness

Teardrops 😌

I just picked up this little triangle bikini top from the thrift today – and also recently learned that this style first originated in the 40s.


Warmth (poetry)

I know how much you like the warmth
Crisp morning air circling

I see your light
It’s the same as water sparkling

Pale moonlight
Blood and roses

Our poetry
Going through osmosis

Severed wings
The way God approaches

He won’t kneel for me
I’m beyond explosive

The frothy sea
I love him helplessly

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m still organizing the clutter inside my soul and beyond…

I’m a vampyre. Got the elite blood from the elder Gods. Authentic. They can’t corrupt my DNA. 🤨

The Devil tried to kill me and I slept the fucking year to heal. Doing warrior thangs. Reverting back to what the Army taught me. And sometimes wounded warriors need a long time to heal cuz they get the worse wounds in battle.

I told you I was marching around the trenches and now I done got myself stuck. 

I’ve been praying for answers, some of them I answered myself.

I’ve been disassociating for years. Maybe decades.

The evidence clearly shows.

My new self motto: “I don’t know how we got here, let’s just fix it.”

And when you start fixing holes in your ship, more will appear.

Don’t panic.

Find a way to plug the hole and abandon dreams if you must.

I know. Hang on. 

The waves will be harder…

Don’t jump from the cliff.

Don’t give up.


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Thanks for giving this old gal a chance.

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It Mattered (poetry)

It mattered while it mattered
Stuck upside down
Soul still shattered
Saw smile for frown
Then all light scattered
Fell down our crown
When hope was battered

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you for the gorgeous vegan nail polish from my Amazon wishlist! It arrived yesterday (Sunday evening)! I’m grateful! This stuff doesn’t have any bad chemicals in it to disrupt my precious hormones going full throttle! The mindfulness shouldn’t poison me! Appreciate! 👍

I’m jumping on the Patreon wagon! Thank you for considering to support me!

But also… 👀

I started a new OnlyFans – it just now got approved, I’m terrible with secrets, that’s why I’m telling you


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Count (mini poems)

She told me on the phone
You weren’t doing good
Felt good to my bone
You suck at motherhood


I don’t know how we let it get this bad but we did
We’ve been in fight or flight mode since a kid


Do you count the times I visit?
You and the Devil in business?
God as my witness
I’ve been acquitted

Love don’t match the physics
The rock is livid
Are you good at listening?
Do you think it’s christening?

Do you even miss me?
Feel the hatred crippling?
The hours wasting
The Devil is your painting


Weapons and fingernail polish
Gifts for a goddess?


There’s a river flowing through the ocean
That’s where I’m going
Omnidirectional
I’m never chosen


What am I supposed to do father
Sit around and watch in haste
I watch the whole world spinning
While their soul goes to waste


Murder attached to bad management
Let’s call it “an accident”
Near the tomb inscribed “very tragic”
John Jones would claim it


I’m pretty good at bad decisions
There is faith but no ambition
The mirror’s not what I envision
I wear a cloth but hate religion
I’m making friends but not with wisdom
Prayer feels like only wishing


I’m still pulling his hair from my creases
He’s still putting together his thesis
Wrapped up in all of me
Until all life ceases


I’m cleaning out my closet
I’ve got monsters on the run
The walls they’ve got my claws in
Digging for the sun


Hit the high ground
Don’t want you around
But wait don’t go
Guess you can leave slow
I don’t want you here
But you mustn’t leave the show


Taking pride in my belongings
Put a reign on the longing


Homes should come with manuals
Basic do’s and don’ts – we’re animals

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Circa August 2021

Heyyyyy it’s almost my birthday!! 🥳

Woo hoo! I’ve got stuffs in my Amazon wishlist!

The big ticket items you can scroll past. That’s like a what if lottery ticket. The little items are just as important to me.

My therapist says painting my nails and self-care is good mindfulness practices.

So far, since starting my list, weapons and vegan fingernail polish have been gifted to me. Thank you for the gifts! 🤩

So very grateful for your support out there! For keeping me safe, fed, and in a happy place.

It lifts my spirits.

The birthday falls on August 19th. I am a Leo baby. Fire sign.

Leader of all the signs of course. 😌


Spots the establishment punish me: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Hell (poetry)

Things I keep unpacking
I’m moving or I’m not
Got love stored in a box
Hell is a paradox
Just like my life then
I’m alive but not a lot


Finalized my living will and directives
Burning every bridge I know
I’ve got objectives
YOU ARE UNRECEPTIVE


I’m dead inside
So there won’t be a spark
If that is what you are after
Then you shouldn’t kill the laughter


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Yes you can live in my closet and eat pizza from a box

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Undiscovered (poetry)

Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.

Undiscovered 👈👈👈

Sometimes I can write decently… I rarely re-share my own works because I haven’t took a break or stopped writing or fell on writer’s block

But I should re-visit my writings and get them on TikTok so TikTok can threaten to remove all my content and keep me on a low vibrational frequency like all these other apps do… 

It’s a re-post, so if you want to read the poem, you gotta click that little hyperlink above ✌️

Also, I’m sorry for my terrible behavior in the blogging community, I was full of fucking big Pharma and suicidal

Now I’m dying young and homicidal and suicidal

But I’m working closely with my therapist 👀


Revelation 5:11 (poetry)

10,000 times 10,000
Plus many thousands

Seraphim’s and cherubim’s
God has more than dozens

One third fell with lightning
I know I’m never happy

102 million angels in existence
We often change appearance

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

When a demon tries to have a conversation with an angel about the future or the second coming – race division is already here – there are only 2 races in this timeline – human or demon.

Welp, and the fallen (the Devil & his minions)

And God’s warriors

Cuz not all are bad

Jesus would share a meal with me and a fucking bed 👀

God don’t even need an invitation 👀

They can come on in 👀

I hope you’re aware that the book was written by the devils in charge and it’s very satanic and you should stop worshiping it and giving it your money

Anyhoo it’s 2:23 AM

I’m writing poetry when folks are sleeping or committing sins

I’m still having chest pains but making other health improvements

My doctor is sending health teams to me since I can’t get to them

Not making up my fucking disabilities

People are dropping dead with Myocarditis

I gots it

God has been saving my life

It’s been a long recovery

I was in tremendous pain and in very dark times

The devil was the only visitor

I cried so much

People were calling me a liar when I was telling them I got injured by the vaccine

The Government began censoring me from speaking out

I started getting penalized and threats about having my social media accounts removed

I’m ready to sell my phone and TV

But God says I’m a messenger

And I still swear John Jones has played a hand in this

And healing my heart

Miracles do happen cuz something big saved my life

People are dropping dead like flies

I’m sleeping in the lion’s den

I don’t live in fear but I got to get my anger issues under control before I have a heart attack

I do fear everything tho 👀

“Are you still homicidal” they asked

I laughed and swallowed and “what”

“Oh no”

(I do tell lies) 🚩


Garden of the Gods (mini-poems)

His path leads me to the Garden of the Gods
Like lightning rods

His heart is hard
A place to guard


I radiate the potential for havoc
Learning to control the devil’s habit


Pain is covered with calcite, tissue, and muscle
I chose to be invisible until one day I clearly was


How do you have so much resolve to be so hateful


I am dust and cloud
Unploughed
Shrouded in form
Ready to be born


So what! You got caught looking!
You crawled into a planted trap!
It’s humiliating!
The world doesn’t give a crap!


Society is breeding evil
The devil in control
But I’m so tired of cutting people
That do not have a soul


Dying is a ceremony


Beware false prophet
Poison product


He’s nihilism
Keeps soul in prison
Never first position


I’m color-coded
Disorganized and bloated
Sorely hated, duly noted
Born foreboded


I’m a threat everywhere
My beauty, my scorn
I give up on everything
But then I’m back again reborn


Watch your step
One regret can lead to death


JOHN JONES WAS MURDERED


The breakdown is the breakthrough


I sometimes see him in the mirror
Confused on what it means
Wish vision would appear clearer
Then I’d understand the hope he brings


I wish a man would make me feel like a woman
But instead, they beat and hold me to the floor;
Tell me, I’m not worth fighting for


Society is an echo chamber


We live in a closed containment
The earth is what we name it


My own hurts are a form of hell
Complete discipline to be well


Father, please do not let me deny him three times


He appears like a soul mirror
A waterbed with daffodil
He is Lake Superior
The calmness and the still


I go in circles when I get lost
It’s disconcerting
A personal holocaust


The slow delay in becoming


I have a hard time connecting to the devil’s circle
An open world
And he’s a lure
Traversing the obscure
He’s at my door
Constantly banging
Begging for more

I’m flame and fire
The netherworld
The scent of death
I still can’t feel things yet

I’ll give you the grand tour
But there is no cure
And do I not know you well?
You fought for insecure
Now you’re not so sure
You’re all impure

I remember needle and thread
I wrote the book on dread
Your main desire
Well look ahead
Goddess or prior
I think you should retire
Those images in your head

(I’m no liar) (I’m no liar) (I’m no liar)

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m thinking of re-activating my Patreon, with 1 tier only of exclusive poetry monthly, not posted anywhere else.

I’m also working with eBay, to reactivate my seller account, and get back to selling rarities. I have amazing reviews from my time on eBay.

I don’t know why I don’t enjoy what little bit of stuff I have, I just feel like it would be in better hands with people who would actually use it.

I don’t want that many responsibilities, I want to go hiking and shit when the time comes.

I wanna be outdoors.

Not inside concrete walls.

Crawling back to life. ❤️‍🩹

photo from Tuesday

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Interplanetary (poetry)

It’s not an employer, is it?
But it’s none of my business
I smell shit, not eucalyptus
Guess you’ll never visit


He’s interplanetary lightning
And I’m Olympus Mons
Electrical discharge coming
There’s nowhere to run


He’s here but then he’s gone
But will I carry on?
Bow head denouement
He’s like a paragon
He loves me but there is none


I’m surrounded by crosses
Tears flowing downstream

Like paying off a midnight deposit
Recurring nightmare the only theme

Telling her all you promise
Knowing it won’t mean a thing

If only hope came in boxes
A funeral for your dream


You move so far the cold is on my shoulder
Don’t go so far that I’ll never know yah


I’ve got a box of matches
And a book I never read
I’ve got attaches
And a lock that needs cutting


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

All content by @poeeternal

P.S. he video called again and again and I like hearing his voice & seeing him. I should not but I do.

His calls always catch me off guard and I’m never quite ready for them

I like when he appears 👀


Time Changes Shape (freestyle poetry)

Time changes shape when I am near him
The sky absolute and whole
Bathing in his blue lagoon

He’s a telescope looking on me
Separating me into spectral components

Heaven answered when he prayed
The way the sun rises with pink not grey

He is casting starlight in his pocket
His steps are oblong –
Leaving trails of sucked honeydew

He gives wind the courage to blow
And does it not lift up where you falter?
You are a kite in the wind

I am chasing after you
Time is layered on my skin
You’re in every line

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Poem & photo from today


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Rising Rent (freestyle poetry)

His poetry is alcoves and passages
Backroads and damages
Wet clay
Lost messages
Disdain
Bad management
A red flag
Labeled “accident”
Atomic bomb
He’s inadequate
And the reason
For our rising rent

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Easy rhyme huh. I blame you for everything too.

I think I want another white coffee

And sleeps

It’s so nurturing

Stuff like socks and coffee

Hot baths

Sylvia Plath was right

If only she’d believed it…

But reality took down Chris Cornell and many others

I’m just barely hanging on myself

I want to be a better human person thang

Happy Friday

Does anyone wanna come help install a car part?

Please say no so that I’m closer to finding the courage to play mechanic and do it myself

I’m going back on the bedrest…

More poetry coming as long as I am breathing


The backlog (mini poems)

It hurts
Coming into
And out of
Existence

Survival of the fittest

Loving and hating
In an instance

Constraints
And passive resistance

I knew you’d listen
Sit and solemnly glisten
You ain’t a Christian

The Devil
He’s always got an ear
Curious what I’m doing here

Losing
But so persistent

I ain’t his assistant

Says dying’s a privilege
Though takes a village


I found it torturous
Living inside somebody else
Developing unwell
Hell was not a hotel


Well it sucks where he’s hung
Well it sucks where he’s home
Well it sucks and it’s wrong
13 years since he’s gone


I am microbes
Thinning lines
And cyclones
A child –
Of God though
I am poetry
I am his flow


He’s thorns
Pinched against blackness
His tongue adorns
The mood with madness
He comes with horns
It takes some practice
To leave without his scorns


Are you a poem?
A book open?
Or an arpeggio?
A pyroclastic flow?


His ship
Is parked near mine
Ill fated trip
We’ve lost our mind

With pistol grip
Attached through rhyme
No time to slip
Need to align


The first and the last
He doesn’t know loyalty
Heart in a cast
Heavens tears have no buoyancy


They were overheard
Discussing the context
Of my blade
The shape
By whom it’s made
Hanging from my back
But quick to display


I fucking hate this goddamn town / so I’m gonna stick around


I met the Devil once
During somnolence
No proof
In the form of documents

I know how important that must have meant…


Is the moon a projector
Projecting your love


Do you wanna move to Puerto Rico?
Price is right for the ego


His poetry is local to the firmament; just like the sunrise or the sunset…


Apple
Eden
Or fruit to ward off evil?


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Lord almighty someone sent me a donation and I just spent it all on food! 🤩

I’m talking fresh organic meats and produce! Scheduled to be delivered today! And I don’t even have to worry about anybody stealing it because I have to sign for it! Now the delivery charge was more than what I was making when I was working as a Lyft and Uber driver but…

My wheels are down – but apparently the Walmart marketplace now delivers! And – because I received such a nice donation, was able to purchase my food for the month!

I’m not ashamed to say that I have been living month to month off of food donations from the church pantry and the Salvation Army, which I can no longer get to because my wheels are currently down, so this donation just allowed me to be able to buy some food and have it delivered!!

I bought the part I needed for my ride! I’m only 19 no’s away from finding someone to help me fix it finding the courage to fix it myself.

The good news is, I did fix my bike!

But, we almost got killed riding yesterday. A car nearly wiped us out. Despite me waiting for the traffic signal to signal and flash WALKING.

Surprisingly, she turned around and came back

“Are you alright”

“Yes but that was scary. Thank you for coming back and checking on us”

“That was close” she said

She was a young driver and probably will be much more careful coming through traffic signals from now on because she nearly took out a girl and a dog on a bike

I told my dog that she was not a demon because she came back to check on us and I know that was hard for her to do

I guess we had a guardian angel looking after us because she was flying

It didn’t matter that I had the right away and I even waited a second to make sure there wasn’t any traffic but

Food is incoming

Chicken. Turkey. Beef. Milk. Bread. Eggs. Cheese. All the things! 🤩

The things I never get from food donations (rare).

I don’t know what you wanted me to spend my money on but food is absolutely a priority and a necessity in my life and not junk food.

My dog is also happy and behaving extremely well for bike rides and soon-to-be good homecooked eating

I’ve been deep cleaning my apartment because my name is on the lease and I’m not going anywhere because God wants me in the Lions den

I discovered that there are a lot of churches in the nearby vicinity that maybe I could start riding my bike to

After all, this broken heart of mine has already walked 5 miles in the last couple weeks

We live in hell and I don’t trust any of these assholes because they would jump you

Two people just got arrested out here where I live and one of the guys was out here yelling that the other guy was a pedophile

I think it was two children though that got arrested because they were trying to defend themselves you know because they were being threatened to have their fucking lives demolished by the psychotic adults

“I got it on film” he yelled

And the weekend is just getting started so who knows who else might get arrested

I’ve opened up all my windows for maximum effect

“Do not fear”

M’kay but like… Why did you make every aspect of life threatening?


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The House (poetry)

Society is a gamble where the house always wins,
And when I read your poetry I always get the bends.
The world says we have free will but aren’t we born with sins?
And you and I are circling, don’t know where start begins…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

They say rhyme is a dying art, how am I doing?

I walked 2.4 miles yesterday and came home and puked. I also had a blacked out four-door pick up truck pull over randomly on the side of the road and watch me walk for 10 minutes. I was already feeling extremely vulnerable from the heat and didn’t know if I was going to make it home and then I had to put my water away – to free up my hands – for a potential kidnapping. That motherfucker got out and opened up the back door watching me – in his truck – completely blackened out.

I need to get my bike fixed. My Jeep. And move to the country. I have a certificate of eligibility from the VA and I won’t have any closing costs when I buy a home. The VA also now allow veterans to buy/purchase a Mobile home with their COE.

I’m not trying to buy a mansion or a farm. Land is still fairly accessible to buy in Florida.

You can be buried on your land in Florida. I’ve visited mobile home manufacturers – where they sale the units – and have ones you can view.

I don’t need a bunch of fancy upgrades. It’s not a pipe a dream.

My bank is already offering me small personal loans now that my credit is improving again.

Even if I don’t buy, I’d rather rent in the country.

Orlando and Daytona Beach has been overrun with thugs. And immigrants (from the Middle East who open shops and harass you while shopping).

It’s sounds mean I know, but we’re victimized. I’m tired of being silent about the blaring racism coming from people of opposite color.

Not to mention, my people are still living on reservations. I’m an outcast. They probably wouldn’t accept me.

I long for my own land and to be one with the earth, animals, nature.

Men are great at farming, herding, hunting, gathering, creating life. When they focus on purpose, rather than Satanic rituals.

I never had a father, I long for a male figure in my life.

I’m trying to cuss less, I’m just so effing angry! It seems it keeps me ground. And outta jail.

I don’t know if I’m gonna move anymore and I have an empty storage unit that’s holding my trampoline right now.

I’m going to buy the part for my ride soon and then eventually after 20 more no’s, somebody will say yes and help me fix it

I’m still detoxing with Black Walnut Wormwood and I learned to take zero breaks.

In fact, you need to do a 90 day cleanse at minimum, if you are battling a long list of shit. Everything from cancer to IBS.

I guarantee you need to deworm yourself and your entire family, probably pets too.

At this point, I am exorcising the devil out of me.

My periods went back to normal. No more agitating back pain. Minimal cramping.

My lungs are clearing out. Stopped using the Nebulizer, which I swore made me worse. Have a shit ton of medicine unused. Fuck Big Pharma. My care team did nothing but make me worse! It’s a dictatorship inside the VA and I would like to be able to pick my own primary care doctor from a list of doctors including outside of the VA. End of.

Furthermore, I’m done with traditional medicine. It’s the devil’s poison! I’m a former combat medic! Once a medic, always a medic!!! And fuck you for saying otherwise

“Your certifications are expired”.

Oh boo hoo. I’m still educated. Deal with it.

If I wasn’t so poor, I would’ve, at minimum maintained my CPR certifications that I had for over a decade (15+ years)

I’m not that old

Everyone who keeps going on about how old I am are gray or bald already so I don’t get it even the ones that are like 20 they’re fucking bald already

Like I still love you, but you put a lot of pressure on me to maintain like this youth when you yourself are letting yourself go, that’s all

Do better.

Alcohol causes early balding.

Alcohol causes women to go grey.

Look, you’re all beautiful as you are!!!

Dr. Jordan Peterson even admitted that makeup sexualizes women (anyone who wears it) and makes you look like a fucking child because that’s what babies lips look like

Yeps

Agree

And we shave too

Look, I’m not trying to crucify anybody, I’m just trying to let you learn and I do have a science degree in psychology, so I’m an expert in my field

Human nature is still very complicated

I’m still learning to be human

I’m earning my wings

Anyhoo

It’s very dangerous living here in this concrete city

I need some green

And alligator’s visiting me

But I’m clumsy and absolutely cannot fall because they will fucking get you even if they’ve been fed already

“She died doing what she loved”

I mean, that does have a better ring to it than, “she dove from the bridge”

I’d like to keep writing easy rhyme

I’m a modern poet

Life is so dangerous, I mean the sun can take you out, but so can people in black pick up trucks…

The good news is, my medicinal does free delivery and will be arriving soon 🤩

You can order weed online and get it delivered for free. And stop the lying about it costing more in the pharmacies because they always have fucking sales going on and it’s just not true…

Furthermore, you don’t have to deal with people stealing your money, not having what you want, not giving you what you paid for, being hit on, or illegally arrested

So there’s perks for getting your card, and over 71% of Florida residents voted yes for medicinal, and I was one of the voters who voted yes, and now I’m getting to reap the benefits of that, because voting does matter on a state level.

I also voted to give prior criminals the right to vote again and now I’m wondering if that was even fucking good of me

Since the criminals seem to always be fucking harassing me because they want me to live in fear

That couple definitely was not living in fear riding their bikes home from bike week to their dream home that they bought six months prior

I’m lit (not like that)

Uhm, I think God wants me to use the amenities out here I’m paying for that I’ve never used

I don’t really want to get inside the chlorinated pool, but I wouldn’t mind hanging out on the lounge chairs, utilizing the gym, or pool table

There’s a grill or two outside

I have grilling stuff but I don’t have any meat to grill and they’re not giving it out for donations anymore and there’s some sort of man-made pandemic going on with livestock

The cost of meat is beyond my means

As a reminder, I’m trying to buy a house

And get out from under renting

I’m just tired of renting and then every 12345 years having to move somewhere else because of the neighbors being unruly

Body cams exist. Door cams. Car cams. Bush cams. Window cams. Mini cams. I’m gonna fucking catch you cams. And within the budget.

Neo, if you’re out there, I could use some help.


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The Missing (poetry)

He must be
Out there in Utah
Part of the bourgeois?
Or just the outlaw?

He must be
Over the burrow
Down in the south?
Just word of mouth?

He must be
Under the willow
Out of the city?
The missing part of me?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

But why do I sob when I write? I have to take breaks and blow my nose. 😤

I probably have better poetry in the vault but I’m still freestyle dropping when folks be sleeping.

Things probably could be better but I don’t have any time to waste, I’m dying.

Elon is projecting when he says he wants to “die a mysterious death and go to hell with all his friends”

I think I’m gonna throw up…

But I wrote this poem for us instead

I don’t even know who “us” is

I’m not living to my purpose

*dies on street*

*sobs*

On a positive note, my hashtag has been searched/viewed over 15,500 times on the TikTok (Poe says he’s responsible for a few) 🤓

Why wouldn’t Edgar like me showing up to his poetry readings, I’m his biggest fan next to you

I’d probably have like a signed tee-shirt or something

And the fact that he died on the street naked mad out of his mind completely poor and unable to sell any of his writings to the local press to earn a penny so that he could eat even though he served as an officer in the military for two years tells me that he was not a narcissist – because his family said “he was no good alive” and refused to attend his funeral dead

They proceeded to toss him in an unmarked box in an unmarked location

*tries to calm down*

At this point, a box to be buried in is a surplus cuz I don’t have a pot to piss in

I don’t know what state you live in, you never wish me a happy birthday, and I hope you also burn in hell

And I wouldn’t invite you to any of my events either


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Stockpile (micropoetry)

Stockpile heavenly treasures
Our poetry mixed together
Blood churned with endeavors
Math cannot measure…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m made of fine lines and wrinkles; poetry and some dimples. I guess I’m simple. 😌

Describe yourself in 4 words via a poem. New trend. Go! (Tag you’re it)

*I made this writing game up so keep it going.*

I’d like to start contributing to the writing community and this is baby steps OK

Thanks for checking out my blog, liking, commenting, or following!

More easy rhyme coming! 🐣


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Chariot (poetry)

They exchanged dreams
Connectivity
The way light beams
Flickering

And Simone
She is always happy
I guess I’m low
And feeling scrappy

Desire
Something to be wanted
Such satire
Only stick around to be haunted

The simulation’s broken
Hall of purgatory
I’m over hoping
Love’s the allegory

I’m faintly screaming
Maybe sick of dreaming
He’s quickly fleeing
Has no courage seeing

The devil and his tricks
Got riddle in the mix
Or crucifix
But truth conflicts

The starring role
Always narcissism
A faceless soul
Name him aphorism

He will never be forgiven…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s full of propaganda but worth a rental.

The poem is completely inspired by the film (same title of the poem) but everyone will assume it is about YOU.


A silly rhyme 🤪

Apology is important
A frosted forest
God waited dormant
You’re here in orbit

The devil abhorrent
I’ve drawn a different portrait
I’ve got a new endorsement
Free shopping for my worship

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Still detoxing. My fuel tank light is on. I’m out of water. I’m on a 5 day undetox and then I’m starting bottle 2 & hitting it hard with the largest doses 3 times a day.

Broke in more ways than one. So God gave me a free year of shopping.

Which is cool, because I’m on a waitlist to get moved, even though I can’t afford any boxes currently.

I can’t repair the Mother Ship in a day.

Elementally Depleted (poems) ((trigger warning)) ⚠️🔻🔺⚠️

I hate him. I hate all of them.


I don’t want to go on breathing but keep fighting for my life
I’ve given up on reading yet still visit him every night


Curtain rods, gold foil & air ducts,
NASA rode the moon riding our fucks!
Working 3 jobs for some tiny bucks,
Got some cartoon back as insults!


I’m struggling with forgiveness
It’s not formed on my lips
I’m struggling with existence
While I’m bleeding from my hips


When the devil tries to kill you by knocking out your heart and it takes nearly one whole year to rebuild your damn ark!


There’s serpents everywhere my den
Got no time for sin


Why do you want to fixate on the devil’s tricks?
Prancing around the tele screen, you’re just the devil’s bitch!


I am a child
Plot of field still wild
I breathe like fire
Heavy flames expired


There are elements in me that will never sprout


I’m good at firing weapons but not for making braids
I’m terrible at friendships but a life I might can save


His walls are made of human skin
The darkness knows just where he’s been


I have rode the river of regret
I haven’t left it yet


I found him on a cliff of nope,
Hanging sorrow from a rope.


Once again I am forgotten
His garden of the rotten
His soul ain’t cotton
Evil is common!


The vaccine accelerates death from other causes
From vein to coffin
Below no crosses
I’ve seen the process


Rotting under sheets in the unholy hour


Like an elementally depleted star,
He didn’t yell that far!


Poison for the devil + spring water = an extermination

Oxygen, both life and decay! Tell the world, I’m not okay!


The serpent who lied to Eve still lies today
I know tongues that turn heart to clay

The Apollo deception
Our wedding reception?

You all failed your first inspection

Defund the Deep state
And tell God I’m awake


The furrows where they plow might guide you out


NASA is a money laundering enterprise
The Devil can’t keep nothing from Gods eyes


I don’t know whether to see him as a man or monster
But left the moon to ponder
But not a place I wander
His flag displays dishonor


All our heroes are counterfeit
Straight to the dark, my spirit went


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thanks for checking out my work!

More stuff: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal

I finally updated my website tagline, since I’m starting a new life and all…

And I will get around to fixing my website, I really need better organization everywhere in my life.

Also me: Potentially may die on the street naked and completely mad like Edgar Allan Poe

*hears match strike and the sizzle of tobacco burning*

“No”

Well it’s motherfucking possible, Edgar

At this point, it’d be a damn honor to die in your footsteps

John is prodding me with his wing!!!

🙄

There’s something I’m supposed to do before I leave here

I burned my pot of chili I spent hours making

The devil has me crying so much today but I’m eating my burned fucking chili anyway

I might’ve burned my chili I spent six hours cooking but I’ve still got poison to drink

I’m a pack animal, I need a friend

*sleeps with blade*

On a positive note, porn stars are receiving gifts for Easter and I’m ready to dive head first off a bridge

Give you that ending you always wanted


Hierapolis (poetry/ spoken word)

I know your address
Home of Hierapolis
Gates of Hell is my guess!

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Raw & unedited freestyle

I don’t know if I pronounced it right, and it’s the middle of the night and I’m free-styling 😌

Too tired or lazy to check the paperback dictionary I have (Google confirmed I had it misspelled but I don’t trust Google)

I want a real English dictionary

Words are spells

I wanna learn some new ones that the CDC haven’t corrupted