Purgatory

Your marriage proposal wasn’t even legit
You were still married and I didn’t know it
When I discovered you lie, you threw a fit
So your drummer died, you think I give a shit?
You killed any heart I have to admit
But being a bitch requires no permit
You’ll be meeting him soon down in hells pit
Just another minion for Lu to evict

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THE DEVIL DOESN’T WANT YOU

For real, y’all. I need help.

I am a good person who has fallen on bad times. I went from making $60k a year to $10k a year. I was homeless last year from JAN-APR & I’m at risk of losing my Jeep this year. Please, can someone help me? Since becoming disabled, the struggle to survive is real. I’m not married & I do not have a partner to help split living cost. I’m desperate. Any amount would help. Even a share of my campaign. I chose PayPal because 100% of your donation would go to me unlike other campaigning sites such as GoFundMe who keep a percentage. Sending out an SOS. (And big love to those who have already helped).

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Thank you!

With humble gratitude,

Delia / PoeEternal

P.S. My birthday is tomorrow. 😊

Love ISN’T Real

Crossed the desert with the hand of a devil
Swore down the road I’d find something better
Pretended to lead when I wasn’t able
He knew we’d never be on the same level
Scolded me and gave me a deferral
4 years later we had to uncouple
For a moment I was lost in a fable
Said love is an illusion, not actual

© Delia Ross. 2018

@PoeEternal

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Intermission

INTERMISSION by @poeeternal / delia ross

You don’t always have to start at the beginning
Not everything is always about winning
And even your soul needs special innings
There’s too much strife not enough grinning
Right about now you could be imprinting
I hope it’s good energy you’re giving
Bandaging those wounds you’ve been bleeding
There’s no loss severing what’s already ending

-fin-

© Delia Ross. 2018

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Skeletons

Heard you were in town burying bones
The pile grew quicker the longer you roamed
How heavy now are the stones?
Is this something your mother condones?

Your life must be monochrome
Broken hearts & ungodly songs
Your grave will carry your wrongs
In death denied the right to atone

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No Trust

I mean it’s pretty bad when you can’t trust your own government
Everyone judges like we’re wrecking havoc
One foot in the grave with their bad habits
Staring at me as if on autopilot
Well I can’t be the only one whose tired of it
I’m not the one who needs a straightjacket
You lie as if honesty were a bullet
Karma is headed your way like a casket
Nothing will please me better than your death certificate
Thank God you never created any other degenerate
I bet your heart is racing now you piece of shit
You ain’t felt nothing yet

Today 58 years dead-
And years convincing others you’re alive instead
But I learned what you were after you played with my head
And one thing you never were was thoroughbred
Always promising love but gifting dread
And you wonder why I sit around wishing you bled
But you know how you treated those girls in bed
You were born with a big nose don’t you forget
Lying it’s something you do not regret
Love is just war there will be some bloodshed
Red flags always there for us to assemble and tread
How many girls have you wanted to wed?
Oh but you have 2 divorces under your shed
And you use those stories like they are your pets
War for me was less of a threat
I may have died and now paying my debt
I slept with a devil you might would have guessed
Loving him were my biggest regrets
#birthdaywishesnot

Today 58 years dead-
And years convincing others you’re alive instead
But I learned what you were after you played with my head
And one thing you never were was thoroughbred
Always promising love but gifting dread
And you wonder why I sit around wishing you bled
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Torn among the edges still you’re kind
Try to fill the Earth with lullabies
Past the rippled pages laden skies
Filled with tears the years you made her cry

She left behind a rope that you may climb
Above the callous heart disguised as kind
In the ashes his lies you will find
Broken hearts are his favorite kind

I bet he’ll die a hundred thousand times
Once for me will be life justified
Once he’s gone the pain will then reside
Maybe he can be the devil’s bride

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Cacophonous sounds from my tv
Lies packaged and wrapped like greetings
Designed to give false readings
Make your heart stop beating
Taking tours in the wasteland
Never was a big fan
He made me cry in Dublin
A mistress as his right hand
Said he’d treat me like a royal
But none of you are loyal
Cause endless paranoia
Broken hearts employer

#amwriting #poeeternal

Between cigarettes
There must be some regret
I can’t deal with you now

You bring loneliness
With empty promises
And the promise of child

It’s getting cold, she said
You never were impressed
There’s a lesson here somehow

Always late for bed
It’s the consequence
Of figuring you out

Always wrong, you plead
But it was you instead
Doing all of the wrong

 

 

 

Ophidian

I’ve stood his shoes,
I’ve watched him cry
I’ve heard him tell
A thousand lies
With broken hearts
his alibis
Ghostly spirits,
severed ties
All with smile
And charming eyes
The devil claimed
Another prize
Softly kneeling,
While he’s killing
Wrapped and bound
is so damn thrilling-
His trickery too.
But watch that snake
He has no feelings
While he’s smothering you

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I realize now that it has been a year nearly to the day when I went no contact from you. My heart is still broken. But it’s been breaking since the very first time you hurt me. And each time after. And you know the things you did. I’m still trying to process and heal from all the emotional & mental damage you caused.

I still have all these virtual things of our times together, too. I don’t know what to do with them. And I don’t look at them. I don’t listen. But they haunt me. You haunt me. I can’t even look at that girl. I don’t know who she was. I was lost and in hell. You made my life hell and on purpose. See, that’s the part that really gets me. It’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that you are a sociopath. Others are coming to see.

You nearly destroyed me in those 4 years.

I guess when you think you love a devil, the devil will change. Empaths want to change the world, nurture it, give it love. Tame it. Free it. Love it.

Instead, we find ourselves breaking & changing & becoming lost. No voice, no place of refuge, no safety in our minds.

What an interesting specimen you are though, once I can dissect it all. You are the bottom feeder of hell.

I really don’t think Lu wants you there.

Whatever you are, it’s connected me to who I am. You are a special kind of sick. You gave me Pandora’s Box, I peered inside, I’ve seen the abyss and I know how evil abides. YOU’RE FUCKED.

One day, the evidence surfaces.

And doctors can study your behavior.

I encourage more of your enemies to reach out to me (as they already have). Their privacy will always be respected, but not yours.

Their support has been so appreciated.

Damn, 1 year. One fucking year free from you. From the physical you. But the rest of me is still getting on.

Again, thank you for reminding me that evil exist. I see the world differently now. I remember the pure. I am pure. A true Goddess. I had forgotten her. ♡

#survivingabuse #IwillNotBeSilent #nocontact #1yearfree

There must have been a thousand girls…There now must be a thousand ghouls…

The Ends

The ends are the hardest to begin
Stuck in a vortex on automatic spin
Awaiting the pain to end
Searching for answers in all
the wrong friends
He’ll lie and beg for amends
You’ll heed the calling
And die from within
He’s poison I’ll say it again
A deal with him is to
dance with sin
The ends are the hardest to bend

-Fin-

© Delia Ross. 2017

#PoeEternal

 

 

Mr. No name

There’s not alot left when there’s
nothing to lose
I’d settle for less but
there’s nothing to choose
You settled out west
and contracted the blues
Would it be out of quest to
congratulate you?

You’re wrong I’m the best-
I’m not like the rest,
And the difference will
come to test you!

You’re not the best dressed
No need to contest
My hatred is tried and true

Here’s one more for good jest
my life would be blessed
if you could die a bit soon…

©Delia Ross / @PoeEternal

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Love hath abandoned all

Ahh but who doth not judge the outer appurtenance which is full of flaw? I too shall like to see beyond the hollow scar. Frail and meek, I seek to find comfort in man which bringeth me none not. Love hath abandoned all but my shadow. Until I am merely dust in the wind. I dare not you understand. 

© Delia Ross and Poe Eternal, 2017.

If you remember

He took a train to the north
To tie a loose end
And said not to worry
She’s a lady friend

And so was set forth
A river of tears
That he would soon
Apprehend

My freedom is more
Important he said
Your pain is what
I give you instead

The poor little lover
Was always misread
So fame and freedom
Is what he wed

No ring on her finger
No, honeymoon either

If we end-
All ends she pled
While mourning the seasons
When light transcends

Alone in the shadows
Alone in her bed
Sooner or later
Her heart was found dead

If you remember, all ends well
But not for Adele

(c)Delia Ross. 2014

Unto you all
Magnitudes of joy
Winners must stand tall

Alone sometimes we wait
With the wrong key
At the right gate

Sometimes beneath the brush
A silent memory echoes
a vain, disordered look
a widower, an ache

Promise not to wake her
In her slumber,
Sleep vacant-
but not far from reach

Gratitude for the worthy
Who are these men who call to order?
Vessels of empty breeders
a love for them I may not harbor

Lonely, ghost child
Who are you searching for?
Who are your brothers?

Be gone troubled tomorrows!
Doubts are but demons
Cast iron freemen
Willing to set aside fate

Look at her
her soft skin
Her willingness
to let him in

© Delia Faith Ross

As his eyes shine
so too the Sun
and rise and rise they do

More substance in those two alone
than a thousand in my view

I wonder if he notices
when Jupiter stares too

No sorrows when it’s raining here
his skies are always blue

As far as I can tell
as far as I can ponder
Fate was left to chance
and miracles to wonders

A girl who never danced
but dreamed him in her slumber
her life so unbalanced
but that is when he saw her

It only took a glance
and numerology to follow
He took her in his stance
the moon now whole, not hollow

© Delia Faith Ross. 2014.