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Dust and Worry

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I wonder under all the dust and worry
Does he ever wish he took a different journey
Will he change the ink and start a different story
Can he clear his vision where it has been blurry

Where the wall is high and the gate is locked
Where her head appears where a door is blocked
Where she keeps her eye on the prey she marked
Where the middle is the plan she plot

And I a whisper or a thought
Or just a dream he never caught
Or a reason he never saught
Or the love for which he should have fought

It matters not if I am up or down
Or if I am sideways or standing
My love for him is never-ending
And should be worn like a crown

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Christmas Mourning

All alone on another Eve
Does it matter if I’m well or sickly?
Loneliness is eating through my soul like a disease
I wash it down with eggnog and whiskey

I’ll be lucky if I make it to fifty
I feel so exposed yet empty
On and on my tears will stream
I feel it all yet feel nothing

My purpose is few and far between
Climbed through his window, it’s getting darker it seems
Fighting for more than jewellery for the queens
Lost somewhere between nightmare and a dream

Is this purgatory?
For the living?
Monsters keep following me
I feed them honey

It came, it saw, it went
All my energy is spent
And I’m drowning in debt
With the economic collapse, I slipped
I’m such a catch you bet
Haven’t met my enemy yet
His name is death

I’m sorry you feel I am not worthy
Of anything
A lesson of, “I too agree”
But please keep laughing….

Let me take a knee…
You are the king
Of the filthy
Let me kiss your ring

I’M BOWING

YOU ARE WINNING

Don’t visit me at the cemetery

Where I’m going…

I mean, you already killed me

His words hit like an EMP
A shock wave rushing over me

Unwrapping tears under the tree
Fears this Christmas eve
Rain and invisibility
The very essence of me

© Delia Ross. 2019

Christmas eve 2019
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Web of Shadows

The light cast a web of shadows and doubt
Losing time trying to figure it out
Forging through worry with rarely a shout
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Hardened inside with lines showing drought
Incomplete circles with no love about
Roots growing weaker with every new route
Clinging to hate though loving devout
Feeling so lonely while lost in a crowd
Busting down rules where I’m not allowed
Wishing for once I hadn’t figured it out
The trouble with eyes they come with a mouth
The problem with fate it comes with a vow
I’d gift forgiveness but I don’t know how
I’d run today but I am still bound
You’d look away but you’re still around
Looking in others what we already found
Feeling uneasy but knowing not what to do now

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Top 9 Post of 2019 on Instagram!

Hi! Just a quick message to let you know I’ve shared my top 9 posts of 2019, as loved by you, on my Instagram, in my Instagram story, if you’d like a chance to see them! They definitely were highlights of the year, if not my life!!! I’m glad they made my top 9, although one was certainly shocking. You can check out my Instagram here, and I’ve highlighted the story, so it should remain in a thread after the story ends in 24 hours. The story can be accessed where my avatar is, if you are unfamiliar with how Insta stories work. Thanks for all the love y’all in 2019! If you’d like to be part of it for 2020, come give me a follow, no pressure though!

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His Laughter

Hearing his laughter is like an avalanche of joy crashing into my soul
Boulders of despair crumble into the great wide unknown
And for a moment, if I dare, I call this broken rumble home
Wide open spaces on our faces made for places where sadness can atone

His laughter is like God ringing the dinner bell
Depression lifted like a veil
A voice from heaven reaching me in hell
The very reason for happiness as far as I can tell

© Delia Ross. 2019

Hearing him laugh is a great anti-depressant. His happiness is my throne. I’d climb the highest mountain to hear it, if only but for a moment. Is there anyone you love to hear laugh? I freestyle wrote this at 3 am while the world was sleeping cuz I heard a thing with him laugh & like poem erupted so. I love to hear him laugh if that was somehow unclear. 😄

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I did a soft reading of this on my Tuners Radio account, and you can listen free here: https://tuners.io/users/POEETERNAL

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Numb

If you climb the mountain of despair
I will greet you there
For my home is made of sorrow
And it’s found everywhere
No purpose for tomorrow
Here there’s little air
Watch him praying to the sparrow
Well, I still don’t care

Top, bottom, or in between
It’s the still same routine
Kiss them now or never
Been numb since I was fifteen
Blinded or with sight
Still can’t feel anything
With cure or a poison
There is no vaccine

© Delia Ross. 2019

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He Never Cared

Another year alone on this road I go
And why he never cared
I may never know
Eyes that often stared
No space for hearts to grow
Every moment shared
A price that I still owe
My soul forever impaired
Just want love to flow

© Delia Ross. 2019

You know, I still cry over the fact that he never even wished me a happy birthday this year and it was the only thing I even wanted. But I watch him tell other girls happy birthday. He makes me feel small and insignificant. He always does, he always has. As if he were born to make me regret ever being born. Crying now but whatever. As long as he sleeps at night, right?

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Dead

If I appear to not have a heart
I guess it’s probably true
And if you stick around long enough
I’ll likely prove it to you

If you reach for my hand and it’s cold
There’s nothing you can do
I don’t want a connection with anyone
So find another to pursue

© Delia Ross. 2019

Equal opportunity hater / can see through you
Digi art of me by me
I identify as dead (selfie)
“Dead as dead can be / so the doctor tells me / but I just can’t believe him / ever the optimistic one”
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Love & Thanks

Thank you so much for making 2019 an incredible year for writing. I know there have been bumps and bruises, as such with life, but I am grateful for your visits, for your follows, for your feedback, and for you encouraging me to continue writing! Back in January this year my blog was at 5K, and my goal was to try to get to 10K by the end of the year! My blog just hit 35,000 visits, I am astound! Goal achieved and surpassed! My blog is also nearing over 14,000 visitors, that’s incredible! It still amazes me that I have people that visit my blog and read my poetry!! THANK YOU for giving my life meaning! I have grown as a person so much this year! I am still reflecting back on all the ups and downs and renewing my energy for 2020. I hope to see you in the new year. I wish you all the very best! Happy holidays! xxoo @POEETERNAL

P.S. I am on Instagram and Twitter under my pen POEETERNAL if you’d like to give me a follow. It’s pretty much the only social media networks I regularly visit. Though I am still a ghost on other platforms, I rarely use them.

Thank you for over 35,000 visits to my blog!!!
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Ash

Whatever’s burning is ash
Smoldering versions of failure
Suits wearing a different behavior
But they all smell of traitor

Take a heart and stir it up
It never really mattered much
The bigger the fish, the bigger the bite
The brighter the truth, the lesser the sight

Whatever’s burning is trash
Lying, denying, the awful mistakes
The crying, the trying, the hope that it takes
Love was caught speeding, so I turned on the brakes

Take the flesh and deny it touch
Love was never here to adjudge
Free the sin, accuse the judge
Broken and shattered watch them begrudge

© Delia Ross. 2019

Y’all got to let shit go and stop chasing your tail and making the same mistakes over and over and over.

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Addiction

He built me tall like a cathedral
I stuck his poetry in me like a needle
Never caring if it was lethal
One’s not enough, give me a prologue and a sequel
And though he took me high I felt like his equal
For a moment he made me feel like I was his people
But he ditched me for something more evil

© Delia Ross. 2019

He once made me feel I was his angel… now I feel no more

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Traces

He traces over my body
Exploring every freckle like it’s a galaxy
He speaks in mountains of sighs
He travels through my valley’s
Through my depressions and my highs
He lingers near the alley of my thighs
He catches every heartbeat when he looks into my eye
And gentle is the hand that never says goodbye

© Delia Ross. 2019

He once traced me in poetry, now it is only in dream…

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Red

Struggling to put words on the page
Trying to keep the ink from turning red
Difficult finding solitude while I age
Wishing he’d free me from this dread

Difficult finding strength just to engage
Pacing around in circles since he fled
Cannot find my freedom in a cage
Does he understand a word I said

Love is free, it shouldn’t cost a wage
But like a war it turned into bloodshed
As if a play he exited from the stage
And where he goes an angel cannot tread

He avoids the truth like it is a plague
And his thoughts of me he can never shed
Just a gust of wind is all I need to enrage
Already mending pieces where I lost my head

© Delia Ross. 2019

“Drop my crutches and crawl on the floor for you / went looking behind every door for you…” (selfie circa 2007)

I did a soft reading of this on my Tuners account (free to listen, no download needed. Great app by Alex Ebert, free app to use too): https://tuners.io/tracks/13799

Listen for free! 🙂
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35K Oh My!

Sometime in January of this year I realized my blog was at 5k and it struck a fire in me to start writing more. I figured it would take until the end of the year to even reach 10K but that was my new goal for the year. Writing is therapeutic for me and so I started nurturing my blog by writing more, and nearly on a daily basis this entire year. I kept writing because you kept reading. And here we are now and my blog is a few hundred hits away from 35,000 worldwide views. Incredible. Having 10K visits to my blog is such an achievement for me and for someone who writes poetry which is a hard field to get noticed in. Just ask Edgar Allan Poe. I am grateful for my readers. I can’t make any promises on what 2020 will bring, but I can say you made my 2019 very fulfilling. And even though there have been a few bumps along the way, I hope to go into 2020 with an open heart. And so if I have wronged you, I ask for your forgiveness. And if you have wronged me, I forgive you. Happy holidays and Friday the 13th and last Full Moon of the year. Sending you positive energy, and good vibes along the wire. I love all of yous.

Friday the 13th means pizza, chips, soda and free movie on Vudu kind of day…
But it’s also a full moon and I feel like dancing…
Which I’m definitely going to need to do after eating a large cheese pizza, no judgment
xoxo
I hope there are no hard feelings, I am learning to “let go”.
“My enemies are turning into my teachers”
All my love, always xxx
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River of Blood

Bathe in our river of blood
Regret comes in a flood
Reborn to the silence of us
Drowning but we won’t give up

The drowning man will always take down another
Wouldn’t it be something if you chose not to hurt her
Where is the honor of being a deserter
Blasphemous to replace her at her altar

Peering over into your reflection
Tampering with fate by another obsession
The game was rigged I’m seeing deception
Being a monster your number one profession

Brown, blue, green or hazel eyes
They all equal another prize
On and on you keep crafting lies
You are a thing to despise

I can smell a lie a mile away
In every direction they will sway
Maybe they’ll catch on another day
I am disgusted by the games you play

© Delia Ross. 2019

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The Way Forward

The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
The way to forgiveness takes walking on your feet
To stir stagnant waters growing underneath
You need truth in your amends

Stuck in the rut so now you build a trench
But nothing in your life you ever do enrich
What is behind the mask that you defend
A worthless man (whom none can depend)

An end to the suffering and all you demise
The pain you inflict with only blue eyes
So quick on the tongue to startle and avenge
There’s no safety in pretends

The love now cold where once was a furnace
A love so sure now not so certain
Just another sheeple behind a dirty curtain
Well, you’re just like the others who never grow from learning

Negative energy you build like a wall
Fire the gun but then you stall
Say you can love but you haven’t at all
Maybe you’re standing but you’re not very tall

The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
And maybe if you ask you’ll get it in the end
So stop building your defense
There are many you need to transcend

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Thank you for your response. ✨

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Veil

Go ahead and take what is remaining
Place a temple where the love is waning
Years go by but only pain is gaining
You’ll never find a love like mine remaining

Take her veil and throw it in a river
Loving her takes more than a mirror
Even blind you cannot see more clearer
Look away even though you need her

© Delia Ross. 2019

Selfie digiart of me by me 2019
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Visual Audio Sensory Theater AKA VAST

VAST – Last One Alive

There’s a place not that far from here
Where people go when their dreams have died
As I walk from it’s faceless streets
I must be the last one alive
Where are you, you’re not with me

Numb my mind with this fantasy
Watching people live and die on screen
Where are you, you’re not with me
Where are you, I’m free

You left me high and dry it changed me
You lied to me now I am angry
And if the sun comes in your room
And awakes you from your vanity
You won’t find me ’cause I’ll be
On top a mountain pissing on your grave
Na, na, na…

There’s a place from where I just arrived
And I escaped The last one alive

Where are you
You’re not with me
Where are you
I’m free

You left me high and dry it changed me
You lied to me now I am angry
And if the sun comes in your room
And awakes you from your vanity
You won’t find me “cause I’ll be
On top a mountain pissing on your grave

VAST / Visual Audio Sensory Theater = Jon Crosby

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Tension

Out there on the horizon
A glimpse of redemption
While crawling over ice thinning
And tethers strained from the tension
As the distance slowly lengthens
Where the darkness comes to listen
Reflections rarely glisten
Just a sight of mostly deception
And fragile connections
No regrets for him I’m guessing
And I failed another lesson
Thinking love was a blessing
Not another interception
Not a secret obsession
Gifting only depression
His attention another direction
I get no affection
Not even a chance for selection
Just a ghost in another dimension
And my hate for him I’ll mention
Over and over in confession
With or without aggression
I’m at peace in this session
Writing bygones and rejection
What again was the question?
If shame were a crime, you reached perfection
Now go focus on another erection
And you better get tested for infection
Because you’ll stick it wherever there is exception
How much pussy is in your collection?
Disgusting vile worthless tool with zero potential

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Rage

Reality came crashing down
And hit like a rogue wave
Promises like broken glass
Which sliver over rage

Life jackets unable to float
But still promising to save
Regret now a sinking ship
An apology is what I crave

Memories flood about
Like a visit to your grave
And earlier shall it now arrive
If you don’t learn to behave

Standing on his virtual plank
Tied and bound just like a slave
Recording every cry and slip
A down ending requires the brave

He might peek but never look
And your sorrow is an all-night rave
He may pretend that he is shook
But he’s the one that will deprave

Where clouds are as thick as doubt
And forgiveness you never gave
Where time is as thin as worry
And love it never came

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Regarding Love

You shouldn’t lead someone on if you never have the intentions of loving them.

You should give people a real chance at love if you are truly searching for a real connection.

If it’s a game of use and muse, the stakes should be known.

I was used, I was lead down a bullshit path, and I was never given a proper chance. He awoke me to the possibility of love without the intentions of ever loving me. And I am the full package and I also know that we’re compatible. But, it was all head games for him. I honestly wish I had never met him (virtually). Or gave any of the very best parts of me (poetry) to him.

But it’s easy to forget, what you’ve done to me…

You took me for a ride / you took me for all the other fools in your life / but I don’t care about your pain anymore
I need to say goodbye…
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Last

Ain’t no use standing on the ledge
Ain’t no use living on the edge
Ain’t no use deciding what went wrong
Ain’t no use crying all night long
Ain’t no use denying what was said
Ain’t no use pretending that we’re dead

Seven days, seven broken seals
Seven bottles, seven ways to feel
Seven hands but never any deals
So many hours, nothing helps to heal
Unanswered prayers left me where I kneel
So many arrows but none of them have the kill

Prayers just to get me through the pain
I’d give it all up for just another day
Darkness now engulfs my only view
I can’t accept that our time is through
Throw my troubles far into the past
Give myself a break from coming last

© Delia Ross. 2019

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That Girl

Back to where I started
Love evacuates for the broken hearted
Now assembling all the shattered pieces
Fuck forgiveness, I have a grievance

Hopeful is the day I’m laying in a plot
Worry is the love now tangled in a knot
Forgiveness is a treat and I never have that much
Love is the answer but you’ve clearly lost your touch

Rewind, fast forward, start again
All I wanted was a friend
I found myself within your world
I guess I’ll always be that girl…

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Cocoon

“Fall back! Retreat!”
My tongue is on repeat
My heart isn’t listening
It has burrowed in your sleep

“Take cover, find shelter!”
But I can handle most any weather
A simple dweller
Under a star so stellar

You can bury me but love you cannot remove
Is there anything else left to prove?
We all have lives we need to improve
My forgiveness is on the move

Clawing out of my silken cocoon
Growing over the words that you croon
Hoping for chance but loving too soon
I’ll never get over you…

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Fool’s Gold

Fool’s gold
That’s what you sold
Do you always gift your muse
A fistfuck in the heart to bruise

Poison in her chalice
Written words of malice
A traitor in your trade
Heaven now will fade

You tossed away your destiny
You systematically destroyed me
You ran headfirst into decay
You laughed as I turned away

I wish I didn’t know you were out there
Somewhere living without a care
Never once really needing my hand
That was only pretend

Stuck on a dead-end road with a killer
Reached for your hand as a healer
I would wish you well
But I am in hell

Praying now to forget your face
Begging god just to fix the ache
It’s still cold when the sun is shining
Please tell me where is the silver lining?

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Valor

It takes alot of strength to be a good person
It takes alot of steel to not make it worsen
It takes alot of fuel to keep the flames burnin’
It takes alot of prayer to never feel a burden

So you shed another skin and you’re mending up your heart
It’s been patched so many times that it keeps falling apart
Make it up the hill before his love can depart
Climbing all this time, I guess it wasn’t very smart

Lay down my rifle, lay down my pen
Take a breath, count to ten
I’ll give forgiveness just don’t ask when
I still search for peace though I’ve lost all my zen

It takes a lot of dark to appreciate the day
But when you make it through there’s no reason left to stay
What does the hero do when he’s only come to pray
What does the writer write when there’s nothing left to say

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Heartbreak Hotel

Heartbreak hotel
In the center of hell
Under sorrow I dwell
I am not feeling well

Part alive, part dead
Mostly full of dread
To sadness I am wed
In a world he will never tread

Spoken words, incantations, or curses
Only dead things here to worship
Above; heaven on the surface
But watch him draw the curtain

(So I just keep hurtin’)

Moments of magic like electricity
Flashes of hope set my soul free
The hand was one and not an army
Words sweetened just like candy

Skeletons, nightmares, and broken dreams
Are all that’s left for me
Your words like a symphony
Helped me grow so vividly

Mourning the loss of trust
Mourning the fate of us
Overwhelmed by the life you crushed
I thought you were made of stardust

Stranded in our garden
With nothing left to bargain
One heart simply starving
Crimson tears set to harden

© Delia Ross. 2019

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I Still Remember

I didn’t think it could hurt any deeper
Or that he could become a colder creature
He’s got a taste for evil and that’s only a teaser
The devil says he was born a natural deceiver

Deep he draws blood from within my vein
A master of lies and pain is his reign
An unmanly thing with a tarnished name
A useless boy always inheriting blame

You can lead a demon to heaven but you can’t make him enter
You can stomp on a flame but it still needs an ember
I can say I hate you but there’s still love in the center
I can pretend you don’t exist but your words I still remember

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Faith

The crest on my chest
It means faithfulness
Loyalty cannot be bought
But it is hard fought

I loved you whole didn’t I
So why the blood no matter how I try
I am stuck at your crossroads
In pieces and fragmented shadows

Over and over I go over this lesson
But no answers tell where the pain will lessen
Just as I’m stable you throw another grenade
I’ve been wounded in ways you can’t hurt with a blade

Lost may you be but I love you the same
Hate is your hand but love is my aim
Stuck in quicksand and on a frozen route
Clouds of confusion but still love you devout

© Delia Ross. 2019

I suppose it’s more than a name, more than a code of honor, more than a tattoo…

Loyalty and faithfulness, it doesn’t really mean anything this day and age…
I live in the minority… (but Faith is my middle name)
There was a time long ago when a name meant something…
Loyalty is about as rare as my smile…
How many more stones are you going to toss at me?
Dead again…
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Depleted

I’m trying to make repairs but I feel depleted
Unlike invisibility, I’ve simply been deleted
A guest where the heart never once was greeted
But first in his line to always be mistreated


No pardon, no mercy
Just a girl he will never see
One weeping heart in agony
Sad girl diary on repeat

© Delia Ross. 2019

Sad ghoul
Angry vampyre
Disappointed
Confused and mostly misunderstood
It’s possible I don’t care
Lots of things are possible, like this growing hate for you…
Do you always make the good ones wish they were never born!?!
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Ought To Know

Now that the room is empty
And the coffin is nailed closed
Now that the guilt is plenty
Where few ever opposed

Now that less is trendy
And eyes have been sewed closed
Now that few is many
Where your masks have been exposed

Now that desert has found sea
And your words have decomposed
Now that stone is heavy
Was there more I ought to know?

© Delia Ross. 2019

I mean, all a man has is his word and honor so what does that make you!?! Your word is useless now. And honor? You’ll never know…

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Spell

Look away from the boy lost in his cell
Look away from the monster creating his own hell
Look away from the blood pouring from where we fell
Look away from the moment his heart made your heart swell
Look away from the pimp who never cares to ask if you are well
Look away from the girls he has under his constant spell

© Delia Ross. 2019

“No hope = no fear” ~ Peter Steele (-)
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Grey

She is cut from a different cloth…

It’s like she can see through his masks to read his thoughts
It’s like she can cut through sin at any cost
It’s like knowledge of her reminds you of all that you lost
It’s like you punish her even though it is always your fault

It’s like she’s sorry she didn’t mean to see through these doors
It’s like she tried to move on but she’s stuck on these floors
It’s like she’s picking up pieces and bandaging sores
It’s like she’s fighting for peace when you only want wars

It’s like the light goes in and comes out in a different way
It’s like a prism of color wrapped in the words you say
It’s like I’ve waited forever so what is another day
It’s like it may be raining but my hearts no longer grey

© Delia Ross. 2019

Yeps, still love you *sigh*

No matter how you see me, I am what I am (Selfie digiart)
(Selfie digiart)
(Selfie digiart)

I dropped spoken word of this on my Tuners account the other day…

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Seeds of Descent

Love is a lost art
Still I built a special ark
Made from words within my heart
To help you through your dark

(Does it mean anything?)

Sailing through crosses and curses
Sending prayers of ‘is it worth it’
Lingering in places God deserted
Standing stagnant near roads diverted

(Your words sting, they numb my wing)

Leaving hints and traces of echoes
Chained to someone I can’t let go
Drowning in cycles of these lows
Agony abundant where love grows

(I am sinking)

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Sword

Pull the plug, cut the cord
Your life ain’t worth fighting for
Remove your shield, lay on my sword
Love cost more than you can afford
No love to give, and so I horde

I want it whole, not just a third
Look to mirror, all is blurred
But I see me, when I read your word
And I feel life, where connection occurred
Every single word, goes not unheard

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, unrequited love is wearing me paper thin…

Blood spills over her
Over dead flowers
Lost sleep in the hours
And over things that never matter

“Mina: I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.

Dracula: Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.

Mina: You are my love… and my life, always.

Dracula: Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me to be my loving wife, forever.

Mina : I love you! Oh, God forgive me, I do!”

LOVE NEVER DIES *sigh* (I still love you)

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Song 999

It’s the devil’s curse
It’s everywhere
It’s worse
It’s there
It’s the devil’s curse
It’s her
She’s everywhere he’s there
Anywhere that he’s there
And her
With the devil’s curse
It’s her she’s everywhere
I don’t care
I don’t care that he’s worse
I can feel him stare
Anywhere she’s there
It’s the devil’s curse
And it’s in his verse
Written in her verse
In blood, the devil’s curse
Signed and written in verse
We’re damned and it will get worse
Tethered to this curse, all of us

© Delia Ross. 2019

A song that formed in my head while I was trying to vacuum (it’s more like a chorus that goes on and on, ethereal, slow, gothy like). Now back to cleaning… (by the way, it feels like spring in Florida in case it’s snowing where you’re at…. neener neener neener- got my window open too- letting light through)

And it’s written in this verse / and it’s getting worse

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Narcissism warning

TERMS YOU NEED TO STUDY / THEN GO NO CONTACT

TRIANGULATION, GASLIGHTING, LOVE BOMBING

These are common tools and tactics the narcissist will use to manipulate, confuse, and control you. GO NO CONTACT!

I know it hurts honey, I’m hurting too. But, they are incapable of real love. You gotta go no contact. There’s nothing you can do to change them. You can’t fix them. They are damned. Save yourself! Go NO CONTACT. NO LOOKING BACK!

xoxo