I’m having trouble with connection
Like leaving the light on
Keep losing affection
Even with light gone
Face changing complexion
Forgiving his one wrong
When needing perfection
Not facing delights dawn
Still failing inspection
Why hands are withdrawn
Evading the question
Then lying with a yawn
Been nursing obsession
I’m sleeping on his lawn
Or chasing rejection
While writing the wrong song
© Delia Ross. 2020
Goodbye 2020. Fuck you.
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
© Delia Ross. 2020
My last good rhyme of the year. Ending strong.
I love you! 😍
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He was atomic
A void not peaceful
Though wasn’t static
But like lightning falling
He was enigmatic
Though loving him
Proved problematic
She was barren
A desert without form
So tired of caring
Or like a planet roiling
Could hear her swearing
And if you caught a glimpse
Her wing was wearing
© Delia Ross. 2020
More poetry coming to my blog and my Patreon…
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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
© Delia Ross. 2020
It’s Christmas Eve and I realized I hadn’t written at all today so here you go…
I made a new reel today!
Thanks for checking out my work!
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. 👍
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… 👇
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
© Delia Ross. 2020
Completely inspired by the song “Willow” from the film ‘High Life’.
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I was made of him
Part holy, part devil
The line is thin
I call him Grim
The only name I’m able
Lying is his den
The trust is slim
Like money under a table
Deceit is dim
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
More poetry coming, so I’m about to blow up the WordPress feed over the next few days, with multiple postings in a day, so you may need to check my actual blog to not miss a feed (unless you have the notifications set on).
Also, if you sign up to my blog via email, that will keep you from missing any posts and you will never have any advertisements delivered because I’m running my blog advertisement free. Your support on my Patreon allows me to run my blog free from advertisements or spam. I thank you.
I once tried to maintain some sort of theme and posting order but my life is chaos currently.
I’m on edge. Welp.
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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
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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Welp. I just got the warning about account deletion from Instagram. I basically said, “I made Santa’s naughty list, visit my OF to find out how”.
Many of us are having to spend Christmas alone and away from our friends and families due to the quarantines that are placed and I’m just trying to make Christmas a little less lonesome and gloomy for everyone including myself (who just lost my dad).
So going forward anything I post on Instagram will be speechless that is IF big bro doesn’t delete me from my audience like he just threatened to do!!!
I literally just had my shower and wanted to cheer up my admirers. For God sake I haven’t even had a chance to put my makeup on yet and I’ve already got a fucking warning from Instagram that they’re going to delete my account including all my messages and my followers!!! Please stop me from having a meltdown right now. 😵😵😵
But Instagram has now threatened me that my account may be permanently deleted.
I think businesses need to start boycotting Facebook and Instagram to protect the little guy like me.
I mean I couldn’t even say, “hey I made Santa’s naughty list, find out how”.
Welp. Y’all remember when witches were being burned at the stake?
I feel violated. Do you know how long and how many years I’ve been working on my Instagram?
And just like that, they will take it from me.
So when I calm down from all this I’ll get back to getting dressed and putting my makeup on and doing the photoshoot like I wanted to do.
Fucking hell
WELP THE PRESS WON’T PUBLISH MY WORDS. I GONNA DIES IN THE STREET LIKE POE.
But, you don’t have to let that happen.
I’m running crazy good deals on my OnlyFans where I’m allowed to speak (kinda, you can’t say child or other terms I’m learning).
Only in America do they make nudity and sex a crime yet you can’t even watch a Hollywood film without there being some sex scene 5 minutes in. Nudity is consistently thrown in your face here but made illegal.
Thank you for your subs and follows and love, and especially all the nice things you’re telling me about my body and even the request you’re putting in (because I’ve now got some foot porn coming soon). 😍
And I have cute little Cinderella feet.
I’m also starting a new workout routine soon and I was going to share my progress on Instagram but I’ve received an eviction notice basically.
So if a musician is like “hey go check out my new track on my onlyfans” are they going to get their fucking account deleted too???? Because onlyfans is not just for nudes. That’s just one platform that sex workers can work safely.
I’m over 2020.
So if one day you can’t find me on Instagram, it’s probably because I’ve been banned.
Welp. 1984 is now.
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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?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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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
© 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).
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. 😭😭😭
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 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.
Laughing stock of zee world…
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
© 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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How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.
© Delia Ross. 2020
😑
My love –
This is where our world’s collide
You the sun and I the tide
This is why we fail goodbye
You the earth and I its bride
This is why fate complied
I took root in your sky
This is how heaven sighed
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Putting all the love in the line. If you could love me, how would you love me?
Love eludes me.
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Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.
Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.
The only thing that matters is now.
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You think you’re in control because I need your money?
You think I believe the lies you spread like honey?
I could leave without a care, my world would still be sunny!
The devil won’t even challenge me, says I’m the perfect study!!
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Nevermind me. Busy pushing everyone the fuck away.
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Our love is science fiction
I wrap your love around my vein
It’s called addiction
Still the power you contain
I’ve got affliction
But I love you all the same
So I keep wishing
On stars I knew your real name
And I keep itching
In places where you came
A crucifixion
But I lie and call it rain
A contradiction
When the truth makes my soul wane
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Welp. 15460 days old and still not learning universal lessons. 😭
On a positive note, I have no grey hairs.
But 2020 is pushing my temperament.
I don’t know how to give up something I’ve never had.
I don’t know where to put all this love. 😭😭
Trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe. 😭😭😭
Welp.
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So far in life
He’s as high as it gets
Not a king perched on strife
He hasn’t got any debts
There’s more than meets the eye
With dance in his silhouettes
He’s a gallop across the sky
Wistful clouds with pirouettes
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Nevermind me. Just dreaming of better days like concert gigging and hugs from my king… 😍
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Something good comes from all bad things but I can’t find one here…
Fool’s Gold
You’ve got a scowl that drains the mood out of a moon
Still the stars will wander, hoping to see you soon
You’ve got a hundred million ways, to make the clouds swoon
You exhale and turn continents into doom
© Delia Ross. 2020
May or may not be a true story. It’s like his pen is judge and juror. And I am the crime. Welp. Does anybody still read rhyme? 😭
Is there anyone I haven’t pushed away? 😭
It takes like iron will to not think at all…
I’ve got rust-free iron walls. 😭
Welps. Can’t even produce a non-rhyme. 😭
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Look at all these sides
Subtractions into fractions
Division by walls
Like disappearing actions
We chop as if distractions
When truth is we need them one and all
Now counting our reactions
And fleeing into factions
We never considered the cost of these halls
Hearts squeezed into contractions
All while pleeing we need extractions
But never heeding to any calls
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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Love it travels in a sphere
But you were like a souvenir
To prove the world was here
You changed the atmosphere
Look at how hope appeared
A reminder of sincere
That we’re alive in here
The very reason to persevere
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
How is it I know so much about love when I don’t know a thing about it at all!?! 😏
Like gravity. We don’t know exactly how or why it works. We just know it effects spacetime. Just like his existence bends and warps mine.
Welp. Escape velocity null. Stuck on this planet with people I don’t like. 😩
I mean, I do like but I don’t wanna! 😵
It’s complicated… 😑
I’m not gonna live forever and I need to get back to creating. I need to turn this pain into a monument (of words and art).
I don’t believe I’ll live to see 50. Clock ticking.
Y’all ever see a rainbow stretched across a sky for over 6 minutes? Yeah but this was a double rainbow: https://youtu.be/M07CyzyUlhA
Still blown away. I’m into nature. There are people who care not one bit for the moon or any natural wonder. Let alone a rainbow.
Me on the other hand. I turn into a little girl. That’s because I never grew up. Not gonna.
I still think it was my dad telling me goodbye. I just didn’t know he had passed until an hour later (if).
LIFELINES.
(Better than becoming fish bait. I gotta get back to writing. Yelled at the mom and therapist).
Really itching to pick up my guitar tho.
The CDC says the pandemic is getting worse.
My depression is getting worse.
And asteroid Apophis is on like 2 or 3 return trips back to us.
Uhm, we’re 2000 lightyears closer to the center of a blackhole.
Politics give me hellof anxiety.
Somethings wrong with the world, am I the only one to feel it?
I gotta quit reading the news.
Paranoia.
Trying not to die from depression or be dead for days before anyone knows. I still don’t know about my dad so I’m treading the earth lightly. I’m here but I’m not. Dig? 😭😭😭
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I appreciate you! 🌈
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Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?
Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?
©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).
Hi. Some have asked about my activity (or lack thereof). My dad died. I still don’t know the cause of death and there’s legal matters still to attend.
Today is his birthday and I want to celebrate life.
A smile is all I can do.
When I surface for air, and see my blog readers, my followers, my patrons and my subs, it invites me to keep going. But, I gotta deep dive a bit longer. And I appreciate the life support I do.
If you could keep your fingertips on me a bit longer, I fancy the stars and the moon (also helps keep me from drowning).
I paused my Patreon campaign for the month of December, my patrons will not be charged.
I’m posting some photos and videos on my OnlyFans but I have not been in a mood to write.
Thank you for your understanding while I take some time for myself to reflect on the meaning of life.
But also while I deal with life. I am facing things in life I never considered or prepared for.
Like my dads last words to me via his will and testament.
I am still awaiting the arrival of that plus news of his autopsy report. 😭
I just need time to not do anything. And not doing anything still consists of having to take care of my pets and bathe and eat and it’s about all I can muster right now.
My last conversation with my dad was an angry one and I didn’t even give him an opportunity to respond.
I have that cross to bear as well.
I’m going through some shit right now.
The only thing I need right now is time.
Time to cry.
Time to breathe.
Time to grieve.
Time to be.
But, some people use this time to kick me while I’m down. I see you. I read your slights.
I see everything which is generally why I like to be alone.
I’ll get back to writing and creating artsy videos and vampire cosplay soon, it’s what I do. I’m a content creating machine.
2021 is a year of transformation for me, that’s the good ole’ plan anyway. More tattoos, more piercings, more newds. Getting a new wardrobe too.
I’m gonna be hella active, I hope you stick around. I got big plans for my Patreon and my OF.
My blog is my lifeline. Not gonna quit writing anytime soon. Sometimes just need to bury my head in the sand.
Which is a better option than drowning myself in the ocean because we get a thousand pound Great White visitor from Australia that visits us here. I’m sure I’d be a tasty treat.
I don’t get in the ocean because there are fish in there with teeth bigger than me. 👀
I’m petite. 👀
(But also vampire daylight sun gross)
If you need more of me though, there’s currently over 280 photos, 75 videos, and lots of love on my OnlyFans! 💋
I’m coming up with more ways to reward you for your love. Give love, get love. And I’m behind on writing (per my own standards) but life happens and currently life.
I still have bills to pay and food to eat so your support is helping another human exist. It all goes back into the art. It nurtures my soul. I miss you too.
You can come lie in the dark with me if you want. But the gravity will make you cry.
xoxo still alive xoxo
How does he manage to find me in his thoughts?
But then it makes me wonder how many dreams he has to cross?
When burning down his bridges does he ever feel a loss?
And when he’s out there wandering, is it me he’ll come across?
How many deserts will it take him to push me in Earth’s past?
But then it makes me wonder how long it ever lasts?
Been cutting ties so long our dreams have come to pass?
And I swore I heard hope’s echo but it flew by life too fast…
©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
How many bridges will you burn to keep my dreams from you? And will you ever learn, I’ll still find you when you do? Is that why you’ll likely, leave a clue or two? And when I’ve disappeared, does it leave you feeling blue?
Rhyme was a skill I picked up as a little girl to help battle me woes. And so it goes…
Survival skills. But also the art of language. Afflictions. Secret messages to my love? Poetry is code. Vibrations. Another form of energy. A path for my hope to flow.
PostScript. I’m not really here. I’m not really there. I’m not really anywhere.
But my last breath will be a half-written rhyme. Maybe in blood. Give it time.
LinkTree= the universe you’ll find me
I don’t know what lies beneath here
I have sorrow holding ranks like an army
Underneath armor burden is a spear
And it hits you like a tsunami
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
RIP daddy. Your burden is our burden now. 😭 https://gf.me/u/za27nc
*edit* RIP daddy. This event was you telling me goodbye. Now I know!
Huh. Weird orange hue. Why is the sky orange. Sure, the Sun is rising but…
So, I had a peek out my blinds. Still didn’t explain the orange hue. Dog must wait. Safety first.
Slipped on my flip flops with phone in hand (it’s almost ritualistic- the phone checking upon waking). Went outside.
Still did not understand what was causing the sky to be completely orange. Did we get nuked? Is there a sandstorm coming? This isn’t a sunrise. This looks kinda terrifying.
Then a huge rainbow formed before my eyes. From one end of the sky to the other. A prism of color. And then behind it, another!!!
And it almost seemed like it was inside this big bubble. The bubble verse theory I was studying.
And I’ve been reading a lot about the Multiverse Bubble theories lately and am coming to this conclusion that I’m starting to believe in it more than that ridiculous Big Bang theory.
But I do. And I’ve been trying to make sense of my world and what it all means, if it’s all going to end anyway. I am the universe experiencing itself. We all are. And so I’ve been thinking a lot about energy and how it can’t be created or destroyed.
I think about the interconnectivity. How we’re all one.
Anyway, I think the double rainbow was a sign.
And, I’d never seen a rainbow so vividly last so long.
Seconds generally.
Well, I ran out of room on my device filming this double rainbow for over 6 minutes.
I dropped the video of the double rainbow on my Instagram IGTV.
The double rainbow reminds me to keep going. That in life, the things you love may be out of reach. But that doesn’t mean that the love wasn’t felt or received. Sometimes, optical illusions are real. And even if by worlds separated, love travels at light-speeds.
I sat and watched that weird ass bubble in the sky, along with those double rainbows that arched high across the sky, until it faded and I could see it no more.
Bye daddy. Hope you had a great final gig in the sky! 😭😭😭
…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)… …the theme of the poems I’ve been reading on people’s blogs seem to reflect this ‘strange day’ mood…
A Tide’s Breath Apart
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He appeared as flower
He was lead
A vision of power
Though was dead
Atop a tower
Skin was shed
Still every hour
Lies were said
A sky or cower
Appearance is dread
Every soul he will devour
To sin he’s pled
I fear his evil scour
The darkness he fed
And underneath the devil’s bower
More evil was bred
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Sometimes I wonder if I peered into Pandora’s box or if I am Pandora’s box. Uhm, my eyes bleed.
The fall from heaven is a terribly long one. Helps.
Despite being tired, I wrote this poem this morning before I even brushed my teeth. Lazy has never been in my resume. Off to Starbucks – then recording in my studio!
I hope you all are having a fantastic holiday and getting some love out there!
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How do you hold onto an ocean current?
There are continents pulling to get away.
Sunspots are forming from your grip.
These tides rise as high as a moon.
The seas are calling and beckoning.
Can you not hear our cries?
The backdrop is hope.
It went missing from the wide blue sky.
How do you tell heaven to kneel?
Your indigo is a ruse.
Still, are there not galaxies forming under your will?
We collide and bruise.
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
A bit of a Frankenstein poem for you; half non-rhyme, half rhyme- unintentional.
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Do you think if silence had a sound, it would sound like my heartbeat next to yours?
Gently crashing on your soul like frothy shores?
Per chance the knocking were only open doors?
Would it end our wars?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
I was going to write a non rhyme and then 5 seconds later this poem was born. Light-speeds!
Elite. I live and breathe this shite. Eh, addictions. What can you do? The madness is the cure. I’ll eventually get another non-rhyme out of me. I’ve been trying to pull that bitch out!! Just don’t rhyme. Simple. Right? Eh, no. Not at all. 😣😑😮😣😏🙄
*pen to vein* *inject all the feels* *euphoric* Oooh me wrotes another rhyme!!! It just fell out! Am I allowed to sometimes like the stuff that I write? Cuz this gave me a sweet tooth. You? 😍
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If longing had wings with starlight attached
Were it equipped to carry hope and well-being
If troubles were a sunset
Drifting into sea
Would you catch me?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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What are your words if hollow and brittle?
What becomes of care when you show so little?
Then remove the lie from the middle-
Watch your honor fade and dwindle?
It’s time integrity took a stand
Purity is the only thing I’ve got in hand
I fell for your ruse, you’re just the better man?
But I can promise, it won’t happen again…
I’ve learned that love is simply a myth
And if you have a name, let’s call you Judas
Deception is every kiss
And betrayal, it’s written on your fist…
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t even know who I’m talking to anymore. Judas Iscariot? Where’s my kiss?
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Words were never said
Eyes peering like cement
He could see the rise and fall of her chest
Feel the heat of her heart with every breath Moving across the cold air
Her feet sizzling from where she fell
Took iron strength just to stand and stare
He moved taking a step toward her
As her body slowly extended upward
Pulling her wings in tighter
She was a fighter
He towered her petite frame
His breathing was met with flame
Expelling from the side of his lip
He had sin wrapped around his hip
He cast a glare on her like an eclipse
She was a rare sight in holy mist
How far from heaven she did exist
To fall on hell to feel his kiss
His hoof moved a step closer in
It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever been
Her desire never smelled of sin
For love she fell and she’d do it again
It’s as if all time existed in one evening
Her eyes were wet with fear and seething
Or maybe the reflection was mere envy
Whatever it was, he only could stop the bleeding
His step was sturdy with blight
He didn’t want to fill her with fright
And having better intentions despite
He lowered a knee becoming her knight
Love came to him in a clump
She brought the world to him in just one jump
They stood on eternity though ground was a dump
And with only a smile she gave him a bump
To be continued…?
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I love u. What’s a girl to do? Been crying for the one since I was like ten. Cuz life is shite. But it’s like we’re world’s apart. 💔
There are signs posted with moss covering
Empty bottles where the devil is recovering
Dirty feathers all around in piles cluttering
And care is a word I hear you keep uttering
There are scabs where blood is spluttering
No cover for my mouth we are discovering
Though secrets are a map I’m not uncovering
And love is the only thing left hovering
© Delia Ross. 2020
I iz bad. Past my expiration date? Losing me mind. One moment at a time.
DEPRESSION AWARENESS
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How is it your heart has come to know softness?
Do oceans not turn to desert when I frown?
How are you able to turn eternity into a sound?
For when you speak I am bound.
Where you are breathing, I am found.
Why do you park heaven on a hill?
I can feel you pushing on me still.
I come undone so you can feel.
Though you won’t let my blood spill.
Collecting every single quill.
You move at free will.
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t understand why people do the things they do. Biblical free will is one of the hardest lessons for me to learn.
I want to save you the way you’ve been saving me. You won’t let me. 😭
Is love suppose to hurt this much? 😭
I feel like I’m dying without you but like I am dying without you. 😭
I don’t want to die on the street and I don’t want to die without you. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Where am I to go
When life without you is all I’ll know
A galaxy out of control
A black hole forming in my soul
And how the skies envy her reign
I am lost all the same
Keep calling your name
Though I don’t know where to aim
Directionless, still my compass points to you
North, south, east, west; you’re all I’m into
Or how the space inside grew
When away you flew
Leaving me an island of despair
I’ve laid my soul out bare
Drowning on too much air
Believing you’ll never care
My love, pull the lights from me please
Have mercy
Into darkness help me ease
Give me eternal sleep
© Delia Ross. 2020
Give me death or you
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The lie it grew and grew and grew
I knew
I fell from heaven on the truth
Got stuck like glue
On every lie because of you
Oh, it hurts so much too
From empty bottle to fully blue
Hell mistook me for a fool
Your prayer dropped a clue
You envy youth
Now away it flew
Leaving you with tooth
How they accrue
Still every mask I cut through
It’s time I withdrew
© Delia Ross. 2020
Spent the night soiling the earth with tears begging the almighty to let me see what I need so I could be free. Didn’t understand the lesson that be. Crying to God, you can lead a demon to holy water, but you cannot make him drink!!!
Nearly drowning from all that makes me bleed. Suffocating on the very air that we breathe. He gave me new eyes to see. Your soul is empty. God cut me free (now whose lying).
Sidenote: I’ve been in some sort of weird rhyme scheme where I limit my vocabulary even more than I normally do when rhyming. I don’t rhyme just to rhyme, that’s where people fall flat. There’s probably a name for what I’m doing but brain damage. Losing my mind. I see way more than I want to see with my third eye and I’ve never been so fucking depressed or lonely in my life and it’s not that I don’t like my own company because I do – that’s why I’m isolated. I’m growing ever more suicidal and out of fucks to give. But doing the rhyme scheme like I did above, that shit is hard, yo.
I was also at a place where I was worried about using the same words that I had already used before and then I decided to just let that go.
I’ll probably be jumping off the Eiffel fucking Tower reciting some last words you know. Eh. CR CR CRAZZZY out of fucks to give.
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
Oh, you thought that was just a line?
The only thing I’m staying alive for at this point is the Matrix 4. And maybe another hug from Gavin Rossdale cuz he’s like my fountain of youth. I sniffed his neck once, I’m so fucking weird!!!! I think I wanted a bite 😩
I’m sure he’d like that but not while he’s singing to thousands of people!
Then again, this is me. I could get away with murder just with my smile. 😊
I am 1000% insane crazy because I’m literally in love with dracul even tho he’s a fucking monster. Rip my fucking heart out. At least Mina got laid!!!!! She died by suicide, FYI!!!
SHE WAS REAL!!!! *laughs insanely*
Dracul is still very much feared in his land. I wanted to get married in Transylvania or there about.
Love isn’t real, is it? You never really loved me.
*dives off tower*
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None of you were worth it
You made me worthless
Able to love less
Daily a failed test
Deserving a holed chest
A bullet not a vest
Time to give it a rest
Suicide at its best
© Delia Ross. 2020
My best friend had the right idea putting a 357 Magnum gun to her head and blasting a bullet through her brain ending her precious litte life before age 14.
I don’t know why I stuck around this long lying to myself pretending things would get better. They have not.
My best friend’s mom later hung herself on a fucking rope at like age 46 and I’m not far from it.
Edgar Allan Poe couldn’t live without love either and died on the fucking street naked, unknown, poor, fucking broke, and heartbroke. I dare say he was depressed too and I’m officially diagnosing Edgar Allan Poe as depressed. People haven’t got much better. BEASTS in CARDIGAN. Some without a backbone or spine. That’s why they can easily replace you on a dime they’re empty and soulless.
Suicidal and out of fucks to give.
Too much gaslighting and narcissism in the world. No love or nurturing coming in.
The sheeple over run.
I WANT OUT. LET ME OUT
*free yer mind* *okie dokie* *if you die in the Matrix you die in the real world* *jumps from bridge*
I go from flatline
To hips shaking engorging my mind
He is insanely fine
Light-speeds of love climbing my spine
Images burning between time
All hell then divine
Wish I could call him mine
© Delia Ross. 2020
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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 tomb or home
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I’m verified
Terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
Crucified
No reason why
Don’t care to cope
It’s suicide
He’s all a lie
Too tired to try
Life is a rope
I’m hanging by
I’m verified
But terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
My jealous side
I’m hanging by
My jealous side
It’s suicide
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @PoeEternal
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He watches me
The way time moves over my feet
My doors opening and closing
Peering into the window of all I am exposing
Playing tug-of-war with hearts decomposing
My third eye all-knowing
He watches you
Catching me in view
And what we do
We’re split in truth
Well, who knew?
I guess he loves me too 💕
© Delia Ross. 2020
To be honest, I’m still a tiny microorganism. Compared to my love for you. Like all the dark matter in the universe, it just grew. Space equals truth. 💕
I love you. I hate you tug-of-war
I’m staying. I’m leaving tug-of-war
I’m empty. You’re in me tug-of-war
I’m pulling. You’re tugging tug-of-war
I’m sorry I’m mean to you. I don’t want to cry anymore. Don’t retaliate. 😭😭😭
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My love –
You hold me on your back the way earth holds all creation
Changing earthquakes to calm lakes
Sunrise to reason
I’m freestyling steps while doubling the stakes
Love is cold but still in season
Dancing over simmering aches
You’re stepping over treason
Bleeding to stay awake
Though love is like a beacon
I’m all in- whatever it takes
Because you’re all I’m ever needing
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Not only does he listen
I got him by the teeth
And in his world I glisten
While dancing on his feet
His love has no conditions
So solid like concrete
It seems his only mission
Is loving me complete
Walking tightropes
Over every word wrote
Using lines to balance
Darkness and failed hope
Taking steps to fall
But then don’t
He pushes me across the wire
His back gropes
The world crying I’m a joke
But he won’t
He is a cosmic jewel
Longing felt under moon
A hope or two
A dream in blue
Earthly views
The perfect muse
The love I choose
Someone I can’t refuse
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He says, I ain’t worth a penny
Still eyes will stare, I am trendy
Fingers counting more than twenty
See me now, I am plenty
Spat on, shined up with envy
Tossed in water ever gently
Down into a well, my only entry
They all say that they don’t need me
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
I’m just not responsible for how I act when I’m physically around him and in fangirl mode because I have zero control over my hormones. Welp. Since the age of 12. WHATEV. SECOND CRUSH. NO BIG DEAL.
I do sometimes curse him but last year on air he said I tell him the most beautiful things, which is also true. 😊
People think I’m in love with Gavin but I’m not, it’s just a silly crush I’ve had since I was age 12 and I’m insanely addicted to the music, it’s a music fan / artist relationship thing. He inspires me in different ways. He teaches me life lessons. Like how to stay alive when you don’t have the love of your life (he lost his big love- Gwen Stefani- they have 3 kids together. He has not replaced her).
Gavin Rossdale comes from that alternative scene where all his comrades are dying by suicide, which are basically his friends and I thought that we might lose him too when he lost Gwen Stefani (divorceeeee via humiliation, retaliation, he got to hear “used to love you” while walking in an airport. She didn’t take long to move on either, did she). Two thumbs down.👎👎
But he hung onto his fans and he says that he needs us more than ever now. I know what he means. He promised me on air that he would never hurt himself. But I need him too. I’m an outcast. He knows that. He knows what that feels like. To be the lone wolf! For the most part he’s had to deal with the United Kingdom hating him. Even of today, they will refer to him as “who is he” (as if he is no one) or use him as a slight against Gwen Stefani, when it was her band opening up for Bush and not the other way around (he made her known, not vice versa).
Gav has seen me at my worse. He still jumps off the stage to give me hugs when he sees my face. It gives me the happy feels. To be seen. To feel I have an ounce of worth. To feel appreciated. Because to the rest of the world, I am invisible and just a number (including to the love of my life, who could care less of my existence. He’d replace me in an instance). But there’s nothing like the feel of when Gavin sets his sights on me, and is walking towards me, and I know he’s headed my way, it’s so intense, his expression. That feeling of, “he see’s me, he’s headed my way”, “I’m not lost in the crowd” and Gavin is the type of guy who never looks away from me, yet I always break eye contact!!!
Or like when he’s talking to his other fans, he’ll literally keep looking back at me and I always run away from him. I act stupid guaranteed. But like, I’m a soldier and he’s a king. He’s why I do these things. Basic. I need the music. Always have. Not just his music or art. All the things. Music keeps me going. Grounded. Alive. Couldn’t have survived the Iraqi war without it. Labor. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Poordom. Life.
Music is life. I need another gig. This century. THIS YEAR. COME ON 2020!!!
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God gave me the best pearl
He’s wonderful
For him my wings unfurl
I’m his girl
It matters not how far I fall
He will catch them all
For I am his favorite doll
Over hell he would crawl
© Delia Ross. 2020
My love, truth can’t hide from your eyes
Roads to heaven’s skies
I hear your cries
Even your silence pries
You wish for roads to collide
I too abide
Wading rising tides
Footsteps in rhyme
I am the ultimate alibi
A secret in your sky
You are my high
I can’t deny
I’ve tried to lie, hide
Give the love to another guy
I can’t comply
I’d rather die
© Delia Ross. 2020
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All I am is zeroes and ones. Hung up by rope with every mistake that I’ve done. Counting the ones and zeroes as all sum. God life ain’t fun.
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
Opened up my eyes, had a follow request, saw a post on binary code, and wallah. Poem. I apparently still love him in between the endless BLOCKING and UNBLOCKING that I do. I’m sorrys! 😭
I’m dying for his touch. Don’t even really know who he is, I just know he’s my entire fucking world and existence.
And I need him so much my mind will turn complete strangers into him.
Just because I can’t see him doesn’t mean he’s not around.
Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m not being followed.
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I fall so deep into the earth
Unable to show you just how much you are worth
I become the very thing I curse
And then I can’t stop the hurt
A runaway greenhouse effect
Mirroring the very thing I deject
Or hoping for any way to connect
A sinking Titanic from gorgeous to wrecked
Now I am laying on your ocean floor
With torn lace and silver but still rather poor
I’ve decorated disaster with devilish decor
Burned out, unmarried, but nothing much more
© Delia Ross. 2020
Mumbo jumbo for the one below. Sign post reads: Stop here
I don’t mean to hurt you. 😭😭😭
I don’t know why I hurt you. 😭😭😭
I don’t want to hurt you. 😭😭😭
I’m just a sinking man trying to make you drown with me. 😭😭😭
A drowning man is the most dangerous. 😭😭😭
I’m no good. 😭😭😭
You should just let me drown. 😭😭😭
*watches him drop a bottle while putting scuba gear on*
*catches bottle in the water*
*reads message in a bottle*
*cries* 😭😭😭
I know I’m a toxic little fuck. I know I make it impossible to be friends. I wish I knew how to fix me. I’m brokens. 😭😭😭
Psst I like the thing you did in your last poem. I know it’s called a thing but I can’t think what it’s called. I like doing it too (but you do everything better). I like you.
“I like you too”. But, I like you alot. “I like you alot too”. Okay, well maybe I like you more than alot. Like the whole pie alot, not just a slice. I like you whole” (the weird conversation we’d be having right now if you allowed me to talk to you). Because I iz stewpids and you iz smartz.
I don’t deserve your help. Let me die. 😭
Maybe I’d be more stable if you were really around. I’m scared. 😭
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If I jumped, he would jump
If I were quicksand, he would get stuck
We could swim until we’re both drunk
But if I quit paddling then we’ve already sunk
© Delia Ross. 2020
I can’t live without him either! 😭
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