I live for God now (poetry in 8 words)

Tender mercy
Sharpening knives
Overwhelming worry
Ending lives

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I apparently donโ€™t believe in abortion or euthanasia.

โ€œThou shall not killโ€ hits differently for Angel Baby.

Non stop worry and crying followed by a dopamine boost of milk, cinnamon and sugarโ€ฆ left before my free refill, welpโ€ฆ (and left crying lol) (also learned Iโ€™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 Iโ€™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 donโ€™t

Check the census. Itโ€™s not just how people are reporting stupid.

โ€œSo you donโ€™t believe in interracial marriageโ€

You can marry who you want but I donโ€™t want to live in a predominantly black neighborhood ever againโ€ฆ

Iโ€™m autistic angelic

I curse and say โ€œautisticโ€

Iโ€™m gonna get committed

The enemy is in a white coat and White House

My mama think I got a โ€œdirty mouthโ€

Over and outโ€ฆ


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

Hell is freezing waters. Heaven has daughters.


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

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

More on my OF (I make sensual content. I’m currently Top 50)

An all original organic human bean ๐Ÿซ˜


Socials & Support: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Happy Witch photography

The saddest witch ever likes to smile

God (nor John Jones) wants me leaping from a building

But I’d do it with a smile

Sometimes suicide is docile

And death is more humane than life

That assisted suicide doc was my hero – but we’d all want to leave this Hitler regime immediately

Wouldn’t we?

I am dropping Rated R Halloween sets on my OnlyFans (I was born naked and Edgar Allan Poe died naked on the bloody street).

I’m holding TOP 49 currently and that’s cool ๐ŸŽƒ


Top 49 for a petite ghoul from the deep deep south; cotton capital of the world (not Asia hint hint) ๐Ÿ‘ป https://onlyfans.com/poeeternal_sensual


Side-note: If you “don’t want your children to see this” stop letting them loose at Walmart and the Mall. ๐Ÿ’€

Psst…

Halloween spider mesh bodysuit by Dolls Kill ๐Ÿ’€

Witches Spider Cap by ROMWE on Shein ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Both sold out but may restock ๐ŸŽƒ

One of my favorite new cosplay sets. I feel more myself in this attire and without loads of makeup making it theatrical and whatnot

I’m the real thang ๐ŸŽƒ

You can’t burn me legally at the stake anymore ๐Ÿ‘ป

So just wanted to see what it would feel like to do a midnight Halloween set without all the makeup and flare

I was wearing vegan flavored strawberry kissy lips and that made for an extra sweet midnight smile set (I can hook you up with a free glam bag on Ipsy) (most products are vegan) (cancellation is easy but I’m staying on for awhile) (I got a free Halloween glam kit for sign-up and love it) (you can adjust the frequency of delivery as well) ๐ŸŽƒ

Halloween is my favorite season perhaps ๐Ÿค”

Do you like my new set?

How is my petite pumpkin looking? ๐Ÿ‘€

“I don’t like your ass when you bend over, it disappears” (something someone said to me in my 20s directly after sex)

Yeah, just like any empathy I ever had for you.

Everyone has had such high standards of how my body should look 24/7 because apparently I’m supposed to be posing 24/7 that I’m afraid to even show my fucking skin because I’ll probably get yelled at for being fucking white anyway

Always told I need to “cover up” cuz they like it too much to “just be friends”

Heaven is empty and I cry a lot lol

I also talk to the dead

I have a budding relationship with John Jones

I also keep having images of him (not John) finding me hanging from a tree

The way he breaks and the strength it takes for him to not look away

To get me down…

I don’t know what’s real anymore

I’m focusing on my blog and OnlyFans for now

I’m sorry I’m not posting more yet on my free one – which I can go live on but I can’t go live on my subscribed one ๐Ÿ˜‘

The way the wheels turn ๐Ÿ’€

But I’ve started posting playful sensual videos on my OF

And as long as someone wants to support my content I’ll keep going

WordPress just emailed me telling me that I owe them $100 to keep the blog going but web links are broken and everything is chaotic inside the algorithm since they split it into

I need new web hosting and all sorts of cleanup in my life

My blog continues to remain advertising free

All my content is original

Trends make me feel obsolete and always behind

There’s always someone who can come along and do it better, I’m only ever average at anything even when I give it my all

Self-portrait October 2022 (the timeline is wrong)

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

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


More poetry and photography coming! Thank you for your interest in my content! I work hard at it! I hope you are enjoying the Halloween theme! Lingerie bodysuit by Dolls Kills! ๐ŸŽƒ

I just dropped a set on the OnlyFans! 40 photos! Like when PlayBoy did 18 & 36 page spreads! SAME! ๐Ÿคช

I’ve been busy writing and working out! I’ll post behind-the-scenes soon!

It’s BOO season!! ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽƒ

I’m ready to dawn the Halloween costume daily! I wanna go on a hayride!!!! ๐Ÿ‘€

All my content is original and I do not use an AI generator to write my poems nor do I scour the web for overused images by others. Sorry not sorry!

In makeup and filter ๐Ÿคช

Thank you for your viewship and feedback! Highly appreciated! โค๏ธ


Ore (poetry)

Iceberg, culture

You’re mixing metaphor

Up-down, spiral

I reach a metal door

Constraining torture

But he’s like precious ore

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Sensational ๐Ÿ™„

I’ve learned that my blood is one of the rarest and eldest bloodlines (A negative)

I have rare negative blood and apparently it’s highly sought after

Well, I am not donating any of my blood for money and you’re not getting it when I die

I’m still feeling the ripple effects of John’s death

And unplugging

Between panic and calm

I’m still having a hard time accepting how society is moving forward

The great space race is a pipe dream for the rich

Apophis has scared them to push society forward with their agenda and they first did so implementing the pandemic

Now they’ve got you working from home you can jerk off to virtual porn and won’t know what hit you

You’ll be so busy whacking off in the Metaverse ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

And the way they keep raising the price on everything yet all it is is re-runs and these generations copying our work aren’t even any good, they have to use autotune or plagiarize and not give credit

Pay to play, pay to be seen – social media is toxic and designed like a gambling system where the house always wins

They keep spamming us with that pyramid scheme of a Bible for money and every time we turn around there’s an advert in our mailbox or in our email or in our face to buy a product and we are consuming our only natural resources at an exponential rate and many animals are dying, humans are offing themselves

It’s been said that mental health is linked to social media and it absolutely is and so is porn and so is your sexual health, your sexual health is tied to your mental health, it is your biology and big Pharma isn’t going to change that

You’re vapid and without soul

You’re not getting mine (or making me lose it, angels have freewill) and I’m not doing earth again

An angel is just another term for spirit guide ๐Ÿ‘€

I’m in training to be one ๐Ÿ‘€


New poem just dropped on my Patreon campaign (PG): https://www.patreon.com/posts/57742345


On Your List TikTok spoken word!

Dropped a little spoken word for you!

Tried something a little new to take away the performance anxiety!

Recorded with an amp and microphone! Really hope you enjoy! ๐ŸŽค

I took 100 tries of recording to get it right and then on two or three occasions I lost what I thought was a perfect version and I’m not sure how but anyway eventually I got to one that I felt was worth publishing

๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRmMCpob/

On Your List (poetry & photography)

I often find you in specifics
In forming clouds like hieroglyphics
Upon the cracks mixed with acrylics
Or on your list next to the cynics

I often find me in your lyrics
Or in your heart, I guess it’s physics
I sometimes see things as suspicious
I hear your voice when leaving clinics

You’re dropping lines like analytics
I’m reading clues as if they’re gimmicks
I’m wishing peace were in logistics
But all we find are just statistics

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Thanks for checking out my work! I’m on Patreon and OnlyFans! Your support keeps my blog ad-free and the content incoming! It also helps me eat! ๐Ÿฅฐ

The soft side of the sea (photography)

More on my OnlyFans campaigns! ๐Ÿ‘‡

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And thanks for supporting the little gal! ๐Ÿ’•


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The Poet (a poem)

Do you enjoy conjugating verbs?
Or, are you mixing up allegories, just like you’re mixing herbs?
Do you stir them in a pot with tender tendons and neurotic nerves?
Are they fossilized in lies, to see how love preserves?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle. Maybe one of my top ten best written micropoems? ๐Ÿค”

I wrote this about my muse (but I’m not allowed to have any secrets anymore).

Hit the like button if you enjoy my content!

It’s the easiest way to reward me! ๐Ÿ‘


If you enjoy my content, you can help support this blog and get exclusive content in return by subscribing to my Patreon and OnlyFans! I also have a donation/tip tier! Thank you for your support! ๐Ÿฅฐ


FaceBook thinks this photo is spam, so here you go ๐ŸŽƒ NSFW

Scroll to the bottom to see the unedited NSFW version ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

It’s likely just my evil sister or ex or one of the alike abusing the algorithm system and finding a way to have it removed out of spite or jealousy so here yah go!!! ๐Ÿ‘€

I think FaceBook is a dump and the platform is obsolete and he’s trying so hard to stay relevant

It’s a playground for predators and Big Bro is pushing the Illuminati’s agenda of the digital age and selling his crap

I’m getting off the platform for good soon enough

It’s just a back door for advertisers to spy on you

And we gave Mark Zuckerberg permission to tag our faces and now they are using automatic scanning against us

I can’t stand information control

1984 is now

And I’ll be using face tattoos and theatrical makeup in more cosplay sets upcoming just because it’s so very fucking offensive to some and so very appreciated by the rest

It’s actually had a lot of good feedback

Which is why one person out there has their butt hole burning red over my success

It’s eating them alive

So they feel like a big person getting my intellectual property removed in an illegal way (cheating)

But I can’t fucking stand FaceBook and this photo set had positive response on all the other platforms that it’s been posted to so thank you

The entire reason I left android behind is because android was bought out by Facebook and you can’t even uninstall Facebook on android devices now, so that’s why I’m over on Apple!

Mark Zuckerberg has too much control so he can sell you stuff and spy on you 24/7!

If we’re honest, I wish they were filled out with milk ๐Ÿ‘€

I’m hormonal and wish I were preggo ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

I don’t feel bad my enemy had a safe for work photo removed as “spam” on FaceDump, so here it is without the edit ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Trick-or-treat ๐ŸŽƒ

Love to Kill (everybody forgets my birthday)

You won’t move an inch if you keep standing still
You won’t reach the top from the bottom of a hill
You’ve been running in circles just to get a refill
You’ve been drinking the bottle but you got love to kill

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

It did that thang where it published into a draft ๐Ÿ‘€

Proof I’m stuck in an alternate timeline

So I know that I haven’t told you I loved you in a long time but that’s because I’ve been learning how to hate you but the love spans light-years and you can’t destroy energy ๐Ÿ‘€

I mean love, you can’t destroy love…

I love you even though you didn’t wish me a happy birthday again

Bet you never forget hers…

43 today + what OnlyFans new rules mean for me

Made it to 43 today by some miracle

Happy Birthday me

So if you’ve heard that OnlyFans is doing away with sexually explicit content, it shouldn’t impede my campaign because nudity is still allowed and I don’t perform sex acts ๐Ÿ‘€

That’s why I was super happy to have made it all the way up into the top 27 this year, without having performed any sex acts at all, I solely relied on my modeling and my photography ๐Ÿ‘€

I was literally going up against the porn giants but now they’re getting rid of the porn giants

Maybe this is my retribution from the universe because that porn actress on OF stole my fucking signature booty moves ๐Ÿ‘€

And I was fucking livid ๐Ÿ‘€

I’m just a starving artist who happens to include nudity in her work ๐Ÿ‘€

Anyhoo, I don’t upload sexually explicit content, that’s not what my campaign is about (despite those around me calling me a “whore”) ๐Ÿ‘€

I made it all the way to top 27 over my photography and modeling and some people want to take that away from me ๐Ÿ‘€

And cheapen what I do ๐Ÿ‘€

Apparently the changes take place in October but I haven’t read what all the changes include, OnlyFans will be rolling that information out to creators soon

If you’d like to support my campaign that would be really cool because I work really hard at delivering quality content to my blog, my Patreon, and my OnlyFans! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

I’ve always said my content is Rated R, not XXX.

So, you can breathe a little, I’m not going anywhere! ๐Ÿคจ

For the most part, I’m a good girl, and you can feel good about supporting my content! ๐Ÿคช

I know I haven’t been posting as frequently but I don’t have the energy

I should’ve taken a medical leave of absence

I had no idea I would be down this long but I don’t want to quit, you guys are the only thing that’s actually keeping me from dying on the street

Thanks for being part of my life

I love you ๐Ÿ’•

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And yes I can still have babies

I don’t even have a fucking gray hair ๐Ÿฅฐ

The Dusty Cracks

I don’t know how to clean a house

I’ve tried
I’ve cried
I’ve nearly died

The clothes, the mold, the mirror shows

I don’t know how to let things go

The shoes, the booze, the way you bruise or how it seems we’re born to lose

The dusty cracks, the care I lack, they say for certain my heart turned black

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dropped spoken word of this on my TikTok!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdoGuAxp/

Heaven or Hell Spoken Word TikTok

I struggled with posting this TikTok even though I worked hard on it because it wasnโ€™t perfect but I need to get use to making mistakes in front of people or Iโ€™m never gonna be able to read my poetry live and I have a brain injury and anxiety and all kinds of other fucking things that Iโ€™m pushing through ๐Ÿ˜‘

๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdfgfqDy/


TOP 28%! OnlyFans! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿ‘

I know most people donโ€™t take me serious as a writer and artist despite my best efforts.

However, to those whom do, thank you for pushing me into the TOP 28% of all creators on OnlyFans – I love my subs!! ๐Ÿ˜ป

TOP 28%!

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Thank you for TOP 28%!

Lit (a one-sentence story)

When he looks at you like you are the very fuse to which he is lit.

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Big big feels.

Good morning from the land that always shines even though the sun hasn’t risen yet (AKA “the sunshine state”).

P.S. Jim Morrison was from Florida. He was such a California boy I forget that fact. “I dig the south”. “Let’s get tacos”.

Carry on…

Racism against WHITE PEOPLE

RACISM, BIGOTY, & SEXISM IN 2021

“What this WHITE WOMAN”… “just another WHITE WOMAN” (why does he keep screaming about my skin color)? “You spilled all that shit out as if I’m supposed to give a fuck” (wait, what? You’re the one private messaging ME to “get to know me”. I guess you couldn’t see past my mental illness or color though)…
So black and brown people don’t care about white people’s mental health according to Chris. He speaks for All Colored race… Doesn’t care “What we (white peope) think, feel, or say”… You still supporting his blog? ๐Ÿค”

“Self-centered pieces of shit”- you realize he’s talking about white people, right? Then I’m called a bitch.

You still supporting this racist piece of fucking shit???

WHERE THE BLOGGERS AT?? HAD THIS BEEN REVERSED, I’D BEEN CRUCIFIED!!!

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH. RACISM EXISTS IN 2021 AGAINST WHITE PEOPLE!!!

WHITE LIVES DON’T MATTER!!!

Stay woke!!!

“KILL ALL THE WHITE PEOPLE/ THEN WE’LL BE FREE” (-) https://youtu.be/_ptC2La7k5E

Lord of The Below

Are you Lord of the below?
An active black soul?
Are you eating my soul?
Are you lord of below?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

I posted this poem as a photo in my Instagram story and someone immediately replied “yes” which implied he liked the poem but then it dawned on me that people don’t realize how original my content is, as I just COINED the term/phase.

It has never been written or said before (to my knowledge). But the majority of people who post on Instagram plagiarize, especially those who like to post a pretty photo with a saying that doesn’t belong to them and it’s not in quotation marks or anything. Welp. So I replied to him that it was an original term that I just wrote and he said he’d “buy it” LOL.

But, it is a name I have given my love, for he stems from the bowels of hell, now known as “The Below”. Hell has a new name and he is Lord of The Below.

*flaps wings*

I coined the term/phrase Lord of Below. It’s also another way to describe depression. Which I often write about. I’m deep below currently in fact, hence the poem.

Making ripples in the fabric of space-time.

Can you feel me in hell, where I fell…

If you also like the work I am producing, you can help support this blog through a small, monthly membership on Patreon, OnlyFans, or through a tribute/tip on my blog, (which now accepts donations) or they can be made securely through PayPal or CashApp. Thank you for your support in these hard times!

Before and After

I loved you before the mountains moved the current

When butterflies were lilies and love was all they wanted

Like nebula of longing, how galaxies are started

You and I forever the moment we both parted

My love exists after rivers do run dry

Or even as Apophis is greeting us in sky

Even when you’re gone, I can still feel you nearby

And you turn into diamonds every single tear I cry

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

Just an FYI, I released loads of poetry and TikToks over the last 6 or 7 days and I will be working on content for my Patreon and OnlyFans this week!

I will be busy in my studio working, but not as visible online in the social media world. I’ll likely post updates, I normally do on my Insta.

With-that-said, I hear your pleas and cries for my time and I am working on setting up a Discord server so we can chat like once or twice a week. I hope to get that info out sometime this week.

And, if time permits, I may try making another trendy TikTok. Have you checked out my channel yet?


I sat down to write a non-rhyme and this fell out (for you).

I see things as they are. As they should be. But not always with mental clarity. Sometimes my mind and my heart have to catch up.

You know the blood in my vein is a liquid. A mineral. Iron. Technically, plasma? Blood is energy. It’s what drives my body. It’s my fuel. Like our Sun. Energy. Always moving. Even at rest. It’s moving. And it turns into a solid at death. It is matter. And my brain dumps loads of chemicals into my bloodstream. But never so much as when I see pictures of you or hear your voice. Your deep rumble in my vein. It drives me insane. You drive me insane.

And I don’t like you writing for other girls. ๐Ÿ˜”

Like, die in the street nakid kind of madness. I’m going mad. Yet, I keep reading your words despite the ache. There’s very few people I give my time to, and I digress, every thought contains you. Are you okay? Are you happy? I already know you have the love of all the world (except the ones you worship who only see you as a number, and even worse the ones you allow to use you).

So I tried burning all the bridges.

How did I do?

*drowns in ocean*

I can see your face under water distorted. I hate me too.

I was never enough for this world.

I know I’ve made a lot of enemies on my road to death.

Still forever always, I love you

Thank you to everyone out there supporting me and not stealing my ideas from me. I see you. And I am especially extra grateful to have your support during this pandemic. ๐Ÿ’ž

Reign went #1 on my TikTok in under 24 hours! ๐Ÿ˜

Well thank you! Reign went #1 on my TikTok in under 24 hours! ๐Ÿ˜

Nearly 500 plays in under 24 hours too! Can we get to 500 plays? ๐Ÿ˜

I am so grateful for your views!! It’s such a whirlwind to see it get that many plays in such a short time and it’s now my number one viewed tiktok! ๐Ÿ˜

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNrTBJG/

I have 8 followers on TikTok and I am going up against Big Bro and his shadowbans so yeah, I am grateful you took the time to watch my 30-second TikTok (which actually took me hours to make not including rehearsal times)! ๐Ÿ‘€

I am pushing through roadblocks like stage fright and anxiety, shadowbans, and others making fun of me and what I’m doing.

But I have seen way worse tiktoks and I’m doing something original. I’m trying.

I do hope to get better at making clever video but right now my tricks are just pulling out my creative writing tool bag and dousing you with words and a little bit of drama.

Do they teach how to make TikTok videos in school now? Because I’m going up against some fierce competition and I am truly grateful for your plays! ๐Ÿ˜

12 hours in and it had already received 350 plays plus a couple boys making fun of it! When I asked him what he had against poetry he said he didn’t know “idk”. I guess this was the first time he has ever even heard spoken word poetry? I’m pushing TikTok boundaries?

Can it reach 500 plays in under 24 hours? It’s nearly there with several hours to go! We’re at hour 17! C’mon! ๐Ÿ˜

Thanks for watching and for supporting indie bloggers and content creators!

Watch my new TikTok here and thanks for making it my #1 TikTok! ๐Ÿ˜ https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNrTBJG/

Reign on TikTok! (A soft reading of Reign on TikTok) โ˜บ *new spoken word*

Right. Well, I did do a TikTok and it’s already getting some hate!

But it’s also getting some plays and it’s only been out a few hours and it’s already my third most watched TikTok video!

Gotta take the good with the bad!

The TIKTOK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNjMCDf/

30 seconds to judge someone’s entire body of work. ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

HaHa Ha ho ho ho

Get yer negativity away from my depression. K, thanx, bye

The TikTok! https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNjMCDf/

Reign *new spoken word poetry reel*

You belong on some foreign land, speaking languages of the old, forgotten gods
In some haunted and forsaken land
Where your reign has better odds
Speaking words I’ll never understand
Cuz your lies they come in squads!

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I made a new Reel for this new poem!!! I know everyone crosses platforms and shares tiktok on Instagram and reels on tiktok but whatever- if I get 30 views on this new reel, I’ve decided I’m going to be happy with that. Because if 30 people showed up to watch what I did in a room, I would freak f*cking out.

You do not need an Instagram account to watch it. Watch it here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CLZjgzbFnga/?igshid=1orz2whlkrg4i

Edgar’s bones are rattling, I think he’s been moved! (This literally did happen to him- come to think- but that’s not what I mean). I’m just trying to keep the rhyme tradition alive and I reside in modern times.

Smitten by words

You can ghost me, we still live on the same planet and in the same galaxy. Sucker!

One day you are going to die and I am going to die but the question remains now: who is going to become dust faster?

Gotcha thinking!

Welp.

Some idiot on Insta insulted my ass again. He said I was living rent-free up in his mind but he was stalking my profile m’kay. Stop lying. Blocked. And thanks for the workout motivation and compliment. ๐Ÿ‘

Here a narcissist, there a narcissist, the devil comes in two

How about this new poem I wrote tho, eh? Oh, you don’t want to let me know that I swoon you in any shape or fashion? Hence, it matters not cuz Edgar Allan Poe, yo.

Goddess of Poetry

I am an elite rhyming poet in this century and I feel like I’ve written enough decent rhyme to make my mark in that category and to call myself A REAL POET.

It may take 200 years for anyone to acknowledge that fact. But I’m having a real go at it anyway.

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Buoy

Are you a buoy?
Resting in the vast expanse of my heart?
Rocking back and forth –
Or are you lurking like a shark?

Does love then wash ashore?
Or is love a sunken art?
Is there treasure on the floor?
Does your map plan out a chart?

If I call your name like Thor,
Will the tides begin to part?
Is your heart a sponge or spore?
Do we have a chance to start?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Happy Valentines. I love you. ๐Ÿ˜‡

How I feel about our love. Neither here or gone. Still loading. Or maybe that’s just 2021?
I have a good side and a bad side. Double trouble. Twice the love. ๐Ÿ’ž

Am I your angel or demon? A lonely mermaid? Are we now even?

Did you know I read tarot from time to time? I have 2 deck of cards plus some tarot books. While I don’t have each card memorized, I’m fairly good at interpreting what they mean, in comparison to the question you ask each deck/reading. My friends and family are generally pretty amazed by each reading (despite me flipping through my book). While I’m not as experienced reading tarot, I’m skilled with meditation sessions and intermediate with meditation with crystals and stones.
I studied astrology when I was 15, followed by dream interpretation, and then wound up getting my science degree in psychology. I also have a medical background working as an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) and Combat Medic for some 8 years in the Army (I went on to get a second MOS in the Army as I was offered a position with the Department of Defense, so I went to another school in the Army and got a second MOS classification and started working as a Transportation officer. Thus my medical career halted, I changed my masters from psychology to an MBA, as my entire life changed when I became a businesswoman for the DOD (Department of Defense) and this went on for several years until I reached 15 years in the Army and opted to not reenlist a fifth or sixth time. Thus, here I am now. An unknown soldier, poor, heartbroke, and on the brinks of a mysterious death, just like Edgar A. Poe!!! Woo Hoo!

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Stellar Light

Your walls of trust are ruin
Still the moss is green in our garden
There are dinosaur skeletons and secrets buried
Iron walls to keep off enemy
My lips are gold and clean
I’m still your sunbeam
Leaning on the moon
My roots dug into you
The tombs are crumbling
Regret is ivy
Black holes are spinning too
They have mass like the weight of you
Time has turned into quicksand
Every place you’ve been
I’m not calling on a friend
From lie to dust
My blood is rust
But the starlight
It keeps rushing through
With every thought of you
My lips are gates of doom

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I know why Edgar Allan Poe died heartbroke on the street. I know your secrets. Dig into the crust and search its layers, love is still found.

Cut the red forest down. Run us into Andromeda. My love won’t go extinct.

There may not be a grave for you to visit when I die. Or a blog. People die and vanish from history.
Am I fading from existence with your every breath?
Where does the light go inside you?
Have you already forgotten me? Tell me how easy? Click click erase?

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The Nameless

You left messages in the clouds
When all your sky was dread
So I withdrew the shrouds
And colored rainbow instead

You said the crop was dry
And maybe even dead
So I sprinkled hope heaven high
And let the fire spread

From eternal hope love’s leaning
To your soul it is grain
And if my love has any meaning
Then these words are open plains

I swore I heard a blue bird singing
He had such sweet refrain
But then I woke from dreaming
And couldn’t name your name

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021

I mean, I just freestyle wrote this. What. Stop rhyming? I mean, like maybe after I die. MAYBE.

Flawless

I watched how souls he’d harvest
I saw where he fell hardest
I know how hope will tarnish
My love he’s flung the farthest

I fear the words he promised
I see he’s never honest
The truth the pain I harness
I thought though he was flawless

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Game over. Flawless victory.

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Partial Poem *Reblog*

exposed to you in naked lines I draw from worlds Iโ€™ve not made real save for the cosmos of my rhymes a universe of verse revealed read each word on tender lips that they find life beyond this mind the ink-stains on my fingertips made flesh and blood for you to find let each sound [โ€ฆ]

Partial Poem

Completely and utterly inspired by blogger and poet The Blighters Rock. Fantastic writing consistently (hope he doesn’t mind the share)…

Avid

I once held him like constellations
I ate his ripened fruit full of temptations
Like when you are feeling loved in all the locations
He was my biggest wonder in all of the nation’s

I was a most avid reader
Growing like cedar
Never needed a breather
Now I am neither

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 /@poeeternal

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Absolute Zero (inside the mind of a poet)

Look at how you carve through precious stone-
You go from cherished to disowned!

If this is how you treat what you cherish-
Spear the love, see if it will perish?

Cherished muse-
You have 20 more to replace for every one you lose!

Let me tell you what you wish;
A face you really could cherish!


He can turn water into poison
You’ll never know you were chosen
He can turn truth into erosion
He’s got fire but it is frozen

Don’t call on him to have pity
You won’t find any in his city
Crossing wires like love is infinity
He is guilty

He’s not bold
He’d whimper and fold
He looks old
But that’s the price of cold?

It’s a balancing act
Trying to remain intact
After privacy is lacked
And seeing through any mask


How did all these years come to pass
Living hour by hour under glass
When did mere living come last
Crawling these circles full mask

How many roads of lies were paved
When did summer turn to grave
Too broken or damned to save
“Regret” on tomb engraved


She’s got everything hasn’t she?
She has his time, admiration, and money.
Still, she’s confused on who to be.
Meanwhile, I’m a fish out of water,
He doesn’t care if I die or breathe


I got iron steel regret
How heavy can it get?
I’ll find out yet
Weighing every bet

Pinching any nerve left
I’ll fail each and every test
I’m the very best at less
I’m the best at less!!!


I do terrible things
For love
In everything absent of –
I don’t rise above


If only disappointment were a page to turn
If dismay were a sunray
But I chew on bitterness
Bewildered from his poison seed

I pack worry in a suitcase
Toss my rainboots in a tree
Laced with lies received
It’s how I bleed


I sometimes think you are many faces
Filling spaces
Second bases
All these places

You assemble hope in tied up laces
Watching over me like the moon in phases
Carrying me over trouble through midnight races


Love is like the beginning and end


There will be no headstone
No grave
From life to dust
I’m not okay


Deny me love. I will appeal.


I’ve been berated
Words sophisticated
Now time is hated
Black holes where waited
Hours wasted
Love is not how it tasted
Love is not how it tasted


At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been
And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in


Could fit all I am in a tiny box
Cheap, won’t cost a buck
Disposable and out of luck
And for me, he doesn’t give a fuck


Well thank you for leaving me where I didn’t want to be.


He’s been charged with possession of stolen property.


You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Treat darkness like an overpass

Lay down a red carpet full of glass
Ask the Sun if it’s okay to bask
Precious love is always last

You turn a word into a ton of weight
Can make a damaged heart dilate
Stop all of hope with an iron gate
And take holy love to desecrate

You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Make an angel take a dirty bath

I’ve seen the dead rise from the ink you spill
Not even god can escape the gravity of your will
You dig tunnels just for thrill
See how many you can kill


Come to me
By frothy sea
Shine your light
I fancy thee


Red shift, blue shift
I don’t give a shit


I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon
Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running
Your lies only come by the dozen
You can knock but you can’t come in
The darkness covers all but it’s my coven
You ain’t welcome here again


I’m having trouble facing things
Or how the sorrow becomes permanent encasings
Though a bullet to the skull wouldn’t phase me
A daily crucifixion, the only life I’m facing


You’re cruel
Using me as your fuel
You’re not my tool


I drink from the carton
And I never show my enemy just how I’m hurtin’
I draw the curtain
And if you catch me taking a nap
Are you for certain?


I’m a rib from your side
A curse like Dracula’s bride
Or Bonnie and Clyde
I drink your love like cyanide
Mixed with hope and rhyme


Cut the cord yes I certainly did
Filled my home with darkness so thick I hid
Over valleys of crying I skid


Death and chaos is order
Loving him made me older
Even a glowing moon can’t comfort the way you smother
You’re a terrible lover
Always lying under cover
You don’t love her
You have only mind to wonder
Less a heart just feet with thunder
Get going you monster


Well, how much more dead can you get?


I don’t know what it’s like to be desired
If I had purpose it’s now expired
My wings expand but heart is tired
Tell me what in life is required?


Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?


Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy?
You let me crash on your soul in frenzy
I’m dizzy
Did you not need me?

Did you know moons were glowing with envy?
Heartache cost not a penny
But I got plenty
If you need any?


Gone
But left my heart to disassemble on its own
I left it rotting on your throne
Caring too much for desensitized bone
Lust your carried tomb
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown


Got dressed up all like I had no where to goes-
But I did and I do, I have people to impose


There are parts of me that are dying
Fragile cells multiplying
Swamps forming from lying
Weeping willows heard crying


Edges of time his mind
I go missing every time
His rhyme
Holding me to crime
His line
Wishing on a dime


Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met
Heaven is risky but I took the step
You feel like eternity in an instance
Gotta keep our distance


Every day there’s some new tragic fate with you.


Evolve or repeat.


Why hold on to something when all our sums have failed
Why give me any hope when there’s holes within my sails


I fell in love with a monster
Spying on ways he would watch her
Twisting and burning for answer
Changing moments to cancer


I can smell the lie on his tongue
I can see the tar clear in his lung
I know every direction he’s coming from
I know evil is where he sprung

I can see his shadow hanging low
Like a spider crawling slow
He’s not here to help you grow
A web of lust his afterglow

He brings you presents wrapped as lies
When dressed as shame he’ll change
devise
To maintain charm he’ll risk goodbyes


God they’re all the same
Using lies to earn your trust
We’re just a game
You think you know their name
Then learn the truth now you’re to blame


God says I can’t save them all-
Focus on the stars, I know about the stars
So I’m on my knees, I wallow in these scars

God says, watch how the colors bleed-
How it’s flowing free
We’re only allowed pockets of energy


Stop serving good vibes to those deserving of goodbyes


If only there were a fence that lead me to your green pastures.
Or if love were the grandest gestures.

Would it cease our need of treasures?
And increase in heart our pleasures?


I’m hanging onto life with all I have left
And you I’m clinging to with every single breath


He grew obsessed after every loss
The thing he loved, became his cross
Still over mountains, he gave it all
And how he sweat, she never saw


From the top, to the bottom, to rising again
Deserted deserts, losing treasures, our feet have been
Over powered, over run, still fit to win
The trouble with hope, it burrows under your skin


How can heaven weigh this?
Are you not why heaven fell?


How many lies are you leading
The light receding
And was I ever in your field of needing?
How many lives proceeding


How wave after wave pummeled
Darkness fully tunneled


I don’t want to be known for the wars I fought –
Or the hate I taught


I don’t belong here
With the putrid
Though the dead more alive

I bit more than I can chew
I am stupid
Got the devil in my crew

I invited evil to dance
Then got muted
The devil in a trance

I see through mask like a pattern
Deeply rooted
Though in the dark he was my lantern


He has to be very careful
Of who, of what, of when, of why
Every step he makes is sterile
Of love, of care, of hope, or I


I am replaceable
A traveler straight to erasable
He is obsessed with her
And her and her
But me it’s always never


I can handle extreme pressure under fire
But put me in the cold and I will expire

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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In The Mud

Look at you
Dragging me in the mud, the blood
The hell I put you through

Look at all the shit I do
And crying a flood
You’re stuck like glue

I got names but question who
Look at how you act a stud
Now every moment under review

Look at how we equal two
But I’m growing like a spud
So you spit and chew

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t mind that I’m a bit dirty lol. To be fair, the potato is my favorite vegetable. I am a special spud growing in his existence. Am I the root of all evil? ๐Ÿ˜€๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜†

Our garden of the damned?

*laughs insanely*

Damn, now I want some mashed potatoes. Or chips. Fries. Twiced baked. Salad. Soup. GIVEMAH!!

In other news, I live in an apartment complex that sounds like a war zone and I need to move. Anxieties.

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Polaris

Every night my dreams fall to you in phases
You gift me hope in gentle giant phrases

You shine on me as bright as Polaris
You write me words like I am their heiress

You tour my dreams and turn my heart to satin
You tread the dark and leave me trails which brighten

You take my fright and turn it into lightning
You are the reason my pen continues writing

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

My last good rhyme of the year. Ending strong.

I love you! ๐Ÿ˜


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Crossroad

I can feel your thoughts breathing on me
The street light flickers in morse code
I think I know what you know
So the moon gives me her glow

I can feel your hope leaning on me
Your sunlight trickles through the cold
You’re changing mode, ready to reload
I’m at a crossroad

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

It’s Christmas Eve and I realized I hadn’t written at all today so here you go…

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Willow

First off, if you haven’t seen the film High Life, you should. I had a love-hate relationship with it when I watched it a few months ago, but it was one of those movies I had to watch again and again. And the end credit song sung by actor Robert Pattinson is sublime. I think it’s safe for you to at least listen to the song if you haven’t seen the film (or ever want to).

That movie is so bizarre I really don’t think the song will give anything away. Since the lyrics were freestyle, I wrote my poem freestyle as well. Can’t escape the rhyme tho. Welp.

When writing my version, I tried to keep with the same theme of the film for the most part. I’m big into sci-fi. ๐Ÿ‘

You can watch/listen to the original theatrical song sung by Pattinson here.

So, my prompt was the film and music. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this before (prompts). But I’ve wanted to. So alas, my version… ๐Ÿ‘‡

Willow, where are you rushing now?
Willow, where are you rushing now?

Over broken glass, through the blasphemy,
Do you follow it downstream?
What’s reality?

Willow, do you feel no pain?
Willow, are you still hiding shame?

In the hollow light, past infinity, do you think of me?

Willow, are you stretching my dream?
Willow, am I what I seem?

When I’ve lost defense, and there’s hopelessness, is there nothing real?
Are we moving still? Is there destiny?

Willow, how can you stand the night?
Willow, can you feel what’s right?

A tender will?
A wish
Nothingness

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

Completely inspired by the song “Willow” from the film ‘High Life’.

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You Equals Life (U=L)

Please sail me out to eternity on your word
You said no one would listen but I heard
Death may be approaching but soul stirred
I’d give it all for just a third
Please let me feel where life occurred

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

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The Red Sea

If my lips were to touch your lips, would the Red Sea open up and part?

And in following your trail of clues, would it lead me to your heart?

If I rest my head on your soul, will love begin to sail?

And hope is the starlight we both would inhale?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

I love kissing you in my waking dreams

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One Day

There might come a time, on some lonely and cold evening
When you feel your life had no meaning
You were never nothing in her mind

I hope one day you can remember
After all the chills colder than December
You were the field she could unwind

When on shoulders death you take to leaning
And so to life desperately clinging
You were the reason her wing refined

So if you fall to death not believing
Until an angel comes intervening
She’ll be the hand you fall behind

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Death and dying brings out so many emotions. When facing mortality, those big questions on the purpose of life come about, and often the non-religious will find comfort in religion. A lot of atheist will find God in the end and this actually happened to one of my favorite bands, Peter Steele, who found God in his end. You can watch videos of him talking about it on YouTube and read about it in articles. I still have a hard time listening to Type O Negative since Peter Steele died and they’ve been one of my favorite bands since I was 16. He was only 48 when he died. I’m 42. Welp. This is my last decade. I will not make it to 50. At this point surviving 2020 will be a fucking miracle.

I still don’t know if I said what I was trying to say because I was busy crying and blowing my nose.

I was trying to say that you saved my life and gave it meaning, when all the world had shunned me away on my darkest days.

I was trying to say something like, ‘you were there for me in my end, so I’ll be there for you in yours’ (whether by faded memory, poetry, or physical form).

Slept in me makeups and then washed it all off with me tears.

When you think that your life doesn’t matter, remember that you made mine matter. You gave me sight and purpose. You opened my soul. You saved one of God’s precious angels.

I can’t write like the greats but we are definitely a modern day Romeo and Juliet. ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Wait… Except, nothing you write is for me so just forget everything I just said… brain injury > fantasy head

You make me write the most ridiculous, mushy poetry though. It’s all relative (see what I just did). You matter.

I forever heart you.

If this damn disease doesn’t kill me something will. I just wish I could be hearing your stories in my end, or at the very least, your heartbeat (with my head on your chest as I take my final breath). Not asking for much, am I? ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

If this is your first time coming to my blog, I’m pretty certain I have better pictures and videos of me than of me crying. But whatev.

My writing career is going to go one of two ways, either I’m going to keep doing it or I’m going to pack it all in. If you’d like to support me, you know where and how. I’m still past due on bills and need to eat but whatever.

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He Said, She Said

He said, they really never spoke
Still galaxies were forming from words they wrote
Feathers were pluming where islands were looming
And oceans were filling where she woke

He said, his life was but a cloak
Still volcanoes were smoking where they mope
Mountains were pulling, where islands were cooling
And it took all he had to give her hope

He said, life is but a joke
Still clouds were crying where she broke
Skies filled with lightning, where stars were aligning
And around her head was love instead of rope

He said, nothing could help him cope
Still ink was spilling on pages they soak
Earth was evolving, where love was revolving
And his hand was the only hand she’d grope

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Carl Jung

Opposites attract. Yin and yang. Positive and negative. Me and you.

I’m gone and I’m forgotten
I’m gone like I never existed at all

Sidenote: I still love you. I’m learning to love the distance too (because you’re not the only one who tells lies).


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