There I am, in his line
It’s the same, as on his mind?
Put a mirror next to his rhyme
Tell me, who will you find?
I don’t care if he’s not mine
He’s with me all the time
© Delia Ross. 2020
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On some days my love for him is like the Sun; it burns and burns
On frigid nights and starlit skies; my love still overcomes
On some days I want to erupt like magma; because my patience never learned
On frigid nights with crying eyes; I get what I have earned
© Delia Ross. 2020
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You are my favorite place
The way your eyes move across my face
Like watching phases of the Moon retrace
You leave but return full with grace
© Delia Ross. 2020
News of my king returning has got my soul lit up like fireworks! The way I come alive when he sees me. The way his hugs always feeds me. “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt”… I gotta get my birthday plans sorted. He makes the air worth breathing. A new circle of life. Rebirth. ✌️
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His soul is like a soothing surf
And I can’t get enough
But I’m crashing around his hidden turf
Like where the tide is rough
I get so tired like near giving up
But then he shows his worth
© Delia Ross. 2020
I can’t stop writing. Pages. But none of it is in the digital land yet. Thought I’d share this freshly written micropoem tho…
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He’s there but he isn’t but he is
Like the heart I’m missing cuz it’s his
And all this need for truth and accuracy keeps me caged
But underneath the lying they’re all the same
I watch the needle shred the rope away
And minute by hour my hope will fade
It’s like I’m drowning on the words you always say
And I don’t know if I can make it another day
It’s like I’m pleading and I’m bleeding through my rhyme
And I’m screaming and I’m needing you all the time
My eyes keep leaking as the sun will rise
The devils’ always dancing to our cries
He thinks he needs them though they never satisfy
Yet one thought of me will make him high
He keeps me condemned to these tears I cry
And neither of us know how to say goodbye
Everything about them is second best
And he keeps my heart on house arrest
It’s like my compass is always pointing midwest
My feet are walking but they’re never blessed
My mind could end it, my heart won’t quit
And others tell me he isn’t it
The message broken, it won’t transmit
I’m trekking on, even if frostbit
I would move a mountain to feel his touch
I’ve cried an ocean, guess it really ain’t much
I know we’re both in hell that’s my clearest view
You can say you love them it isn’t true
Maybe one day you won’t hide your head in shame
Maybe one day you won’t treat love as a game
Maybe one day you’ll feel proud of your name
But if that day never comes I still love you the same
© Delia Ross. 2020
It’s a funky rhyme. I feel like a living dead ghoul….obsessed or maybe possessed. My rhyme testimony to my last living will…and the powerful dread of unrequited love. Don’t worry, we all die one way or the other, but this way is the worst.
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I felt the sound of his voice crawling through my lonely bones
He trickled down these dusty pipes
His voice echoing around my bends
Washing away where I’ve been
There’s a slight pause between what is now and what was then
Choices are graveyards that will cost you your zen
You’re at it again
When the silence comes it forms in tears
But the way he kisses my dreams it brings comfort to my fears
And maybe it’s been him I’ve been missing all these years
So I clutch to the now in case he disappears
His voice is that light that trickles through the woods
And he’s not knocking on my door to sell me any goods
And his face is clear it’s not hiding under hoods
And the messages direct, not misunderstood
He is the calm of the wave pulling me in
A warm breeze of serenity
Letting him bask under my skin
Lingering lingering in him
A mid-morning freestyle that went from a non-rhyme to a rhyme ‘cuz I’m out of control… (and so is my hair)
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He kisses me like air; there’s an urgency there
Like he’s gasping to care; and he’s everywhere
The way his fingers stare; and his touch is rare
The way he’s in my prayer; and his creed I wear
© Delia Ross. 2020
I couldn’t sleep and so I’m doing what I like to do best… writing rhyme. 😊 xoxo
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Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase
Maybe it’s the wounds that he makes
Maybe it’s the patience that it takes
Maybe it’s his love which fills the aches
Maybe I still love him though he’s gone
Maybe I can never move on
Maybe it’s for him I’ll always long
Maybe I will never right this wrong
Maybe he will always make me swoon
Maybe I said I love you too soon
Maybe I still feel him like a moon
Maybe he was born to make me croon
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Have you ever tasted sweet innocence
Rolling in like soft thunder and how it gently nurtures sorrow
Nothing taste sweeter than forgiveness and redemption from her hands
The way the rain pitter patters it’s like her feet dancing in your soul
Those are tears of laughter now
The sky claps
She’s not a prison, she’s freedom
Your tongue was dry but now it’s wet
Your life was a desert but now it’s an ocean full of life
She has given you paradise in hell
Taste her
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I love him
The way a sunset paints the sky with pink, purple and blue
The way the colors mix over the sky with an arch made of vivid colors
I love the way his words dry my eyes
Or the way his many voices threads itself into my life
I love the way he nestles softly in my mind, covering tracks of agony
The way his sticky, sweet words attach to my heart
I love how tender his tongue is to me, how it glides over my mistakes like candy
I love how there’s an ethereal bridge from my heart to his forever connected
I love how his silence accompanies my sorrow like a blanket
I love the way he loves me without loving me at all
How his living ghost dances with my dreams every hour
How, upon waking and first thought he is there to catch me
I love how his hand has never touched my body but his energy has reached even my darkest corridors, replacing the dust with light
I love how his help indebted me to his heart forever, as if God himself supplied the order he executed unknowingly
I love how lost we are in each other yet found
I love him the way a flower blooms at first light, just like my soul bloomed when he found me at frozen peril
How he scooped me from the fetal position and tucked me in his warm heart and now I go where he goes
I love how he’s never around, yet he’s always around, like the hope I breathe
I love how the blue in his eyes makes my blood boil
How he makes my fears stand erect and puts my courage to trial
Or how the tip of his nose centers me like a compass
I love how he is my north, or my south, or any direction
I love how we are spaceless among the infinite space between us
I love how his words marry my words because we are one
I love how he never tells the child in me to grow up, instead gives me a field to play in
I love how he describes me in his poetry, as if I’m seeing myself in the mirror for the first time,
Or seeing the world through his eyes as it should be, and not how others have made me believe it to be
Oh, how I love that he gives these dry eyes sight! He gives my pulse a rush! I’m alive, I’m alive! Feel me!
I have seen things that make me wonder but none so much as you!
I love how his arms are always open for my return but just give me another day!
I love how his arms are always open for me to leave but just give me another day!
I love how the other women in his life never speak of him the way I do, for I was made for him
I love how I have to step on my tippy-toes to hear his words rise
I love him because I can and will continue to love him as I am, free
© Delia Ross. 2020
Dear Christopher, I have said and behaved in manors towards you that I deeply regret, and I can line the road with excuses or roses, but the truth is, I’ve never loved anybody, nor have I known love in any capacity (and not even in a parental sense) so I’m driving blind basically. But, I know that I have embarrassed and hurt you, and for that I am sorry. I’ve staked unfounded claims, and made accusations, without so much as discussing it with you, my head is messy and confused. I hope moving forward, we can put things behind us, as space is directionless anyhow, and, if we’re real, I’d like to die knowing you don’t hate me. But currently, I don’t know that, as we aren’t even following each other anymore, though I feel doors may still be open. I just don’t want to greet the other side, with that doubt. I can’t promise to stop writing love poems, but I can promise to not embarrass you by private messaging them to you, it’s not something I’ve ever done before, nor will I ever again. I’m not trying to marry you, or trap you, I’m just, at the very least, hoping for a ‘ship’ of any kind, preferably friendship, as opposed to acquaintance or enemy. Ghosting is my least favorite form of communication. Aside from death… Anyway, I think you’re cool and dig your energy and would like to be allowed around / in it, if ever permitted.
Sidefact: Ahhh the romance is still bleeding from me, I mean Edgar Allan Poe died in the streets, NAKED, BROKE, ALONE, and in-love… I have some of his unpublished words tattooed on my ribcage, they were, for his love, WHO DIED (who turned out to be his blood cousin, gross, wish I had known that little detail pre tattoo, but I still love Poe, even flawed, and would have got the tattoo anyway, I just like complaining, OH POE IS ME). By the way, it just occurred to me, in this very moment, that the dude I’m in love with, has part of Poe’s name. OH MY GAWD. 🤓 I don’t know, but I need a moment to process this universal sign… It’s like God’s waving a flag over his head saying HELLO, THE LIGHT FINALLY WENT OFF. As if, we needed any other signs but fuck, whoa, things are becoming blurry, I’m dizzy and drunk in love. Am I dying????? *runs and hides*
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I’ll go, I’ll diverge my eyes
And words, I’ll let them die
Please don’t make me believe your lies
As I do, in this moment, all you give me are cries
Please don’t kill hope with goodbyes
Any further, I can’t predict what survives
I am all out of signs
But I’m on the road still drawing lines
I think our love might be divine
I drink your words like the finest wine
But are they ever really mine?
I bleed for you all the time
Do you even read my rhyme?
I feel as if ours collide
But I’ll really go if you’re so inclined
RSVP reserved or declined?
© Delia Ross. 2020
It’s just a freestyle y’all and I cried all the way through it… my heart is going through some tough stuffs and my fear is he thinks I am swine…
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My eyes are besotted
Though even while closed he remains
Either shadow or color
A gentle lover
I look up
As if I’m stargazing
And he’s always there to find me
I like to rest between his heart beats
My ears catch his whispers
Chemical energy in the touch
The way his fingers trace my lips
And erase centuries of loneliness
His kiss must be the holy grail
I have fallen from heaven for this
I heard his deep call
It pierced the woods and the wounds
I was no longer winter
But a bloom
That warmth is life
And I a parasite for his love
Or sweet sugar
The way his words leak down my spine
God says it’s alright
Did you hear destiny skipping by
I couldn’t help but stop and giggle
If you let wonder have a sleepover
You might wake to find surprise
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I need him with a purpose
The pain makes it all worth it
I’ve got him in my focus
It’s more than feeling hopeless
I pray like it has powers
And luck is in her hours
His hand she doesn’t deserve
And I’m wishing that I was her
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I swear he doesn’t want me around but I still find myself creeping
On broken glass and bits of hope I find that he keeps leaving
Like trails of honey, or bits of dew, each bit has me dreaming
Of patching wounds, forgiving fails, and maybe keep on breathing
On every word he’ll ever write since it always stops the bleeding
Where in my heart, it beats for him, and love is always leading
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I wonder how my name would sound upon his tongue
Dripping off the alter
Seeping underneath my skin
Foraging its way to fantasies underground
Entire oceans parting open
To let him in
Would it flood my deserts
Cover my roots with silky twine
Promise blooms of forever
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© Delia Ross. 2020
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His failures are beautiful strokes of lightning
The waterfall running
A beautiful warning
A star still forming
A winter mourning
He falls like icebergs crumbling in the sea
A white snowfall covering the trees
The wind in the evening as you finally feel the breeze
A moment of reckoning that brings you to your knees
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Maybe if he understood the need
How longing is growing like a weed
And in between the distance and the stars that truly listen
I know he’d rather have me in the lead
Maybe if I took the time to plead
And nurtured space like it was a seed
The stuff that would be growing is the energy in knowing
That fate will come to help us both succeed
© Delia Ross. 2020
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P.S. For Chris
He’s magma
Watch him flow
Feel the Earth grow
His words make time slow
His rhyme flows through my soul
Warm desire
Taste the fire
Never letting go
© Delia Ross. 2020
I’m gonna effing melt…. on fireeee
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P.S. I love a boy named Christopher ✌
His words cover me like body paint
The vowels flowing leave me faint
Erasing darkness with a stroke of fate
And momentarily how it’ll ease the ache
The distance closes just an open gate
A place where longing comes with no mistake
Just one more rhyme is all it’ll take
Forever his in the words we make
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He’s a rainbow in a world of darkness
He’s a miracle unearthed when planting a harvest
He’s the comfort you seek when you’ve traveled the farthest
He’s a road to a path where the truth can be harnessed
© Delia Ross. 2019
I hope he’s getting the love he deserves ❤❤❤
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His smile sets off in me like fireworks
Or church bells tolling
And his tongue is so diverse
He gets my blood fully boiling
© Delia Ross. 2019
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He builds galaxies from his fingertips
Roads, avenues, and tunnels with his hips
Watch life spring from his lips
Like a magic rainbow or rare eclipse
© Delia Ross. 2019
I can’t sleep so I am writing… 🤓
You look
And what do you see but a man
I see iron and will
Miracle and moon
Heaven and wonder
© Delia Ross. 2019
He’s the bloom that comes with the Sun
He’s the thread holding you from coming undone
Like satin slipping off the thumb
He’s the reason the war was won
© Delia Ross. 2019
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God’s drawing a painting and it’s you before my eyes
He brushes strokes of genius when he put gems as your eyes
Your lips are painted like crimson roses and blue are your skies
He paints your smile as if a cloud for an angel to reside
Your height reaches the steps to heaven and your feet are the guide
Hands created from a marble mountain to lift others to rise
Your body an instrument of love and truth is by your side
He painted you the voice of reason, like a tree of life, so wise
I crawl upon your teachings like a grape upon a vine
© Delia Ross. 2019
Okay, initially I freestyle wrote this as a non-rhyme, but then tweeked it into a rhyme because he’s worth it. I really couldn’t get around the double word in the first 2 lines, so they remained untouched and as is. They were the basis for the entire poem. He’s my muse so he is a prompt. Like, just the mere sight of him. But then you should listen to the things he will say, or how his body will move. And I’ve lived all over the world, seen all kinds of boys, but none like him. He’s a miracle. Anyhoo, it’s just a poem, don’t freak out, I’m just writing what I see. He’s a lighthouse in the dark. I wanna focus on the light. It’s now after 4 AM. Another “after midnight poetry series”, I should make that a thing.
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She’s part lightning and part thunder
She’s the muse to make you wonder
She’s the open field you wander
She’s the kiss to make you hunger
She’s the truth you seek but fear to face
And the purity you long to taste
She’s the hand that knows how to heal an ache
And she’d give it all if that’s what it takes
She’s the rainbow you see after a storm
The energy of a star to help you keep warm
She’s the honey and hive where the bees always swarm
Yet you are the reason her smile can take form
© Delia Ross. 2019
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Block unblock block unblock
I can’t figure it out
Got the devil controlling my right hand
And this angel is full of doubt
Follow leave follow leave
I have lost direction
The devil keeps pointing at you
And you’re the object of obsession
Today I care but tomorrow I won’t
But give it another day
Whatever it is my heart is thinking
The devil’s got something to say
Whatever this spell he has me under
I can’t go away
But if he really hated me
He would have blocked me yesterday
© Delia Ross. 2019
All this blocking and unblocking I do, follow and unfollow routine, but he’s never once done those things to me. CUZ HE LOVES ME AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. THUS POEM ABOVE. I’m sure he’d like me to be on Mars already but he needs to fuck me first. Sorry not sorry. Still loves him.
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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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There must be one hundred million miles of dreams inside him
There must be one hundred million miles of heaven beside him
Such depths are his oceans I beg to swim in
Both light and dark a great nebula still forming
There must be a hundred million reasons I can love him
© Delia Ross. 2019
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
“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
He is a masterpiece
My eyes do not deceive
In silhouette of starlight
He gets the best of me
A silver crescent moon above in his sky
Under careful watch of his truthful eye
He gives me courage so I have wings to fly
My heart will gladly testify
There’s never poison in the bait
Or written words that adulate
The path is narrow but always straight
His love leads me to his holy gate (a place I never ache)
© Delia Ross. 2019
I don’t know how your holiday went but I focused on growth and light. ✌
Does it come wrapped as a pretty present
Does it speak of hope that is always absent
Does it appear full when it is a crescent
There was light shining, but not where it was destined
I still love you, if you ever stop guessing
I’m sorry you are learning another difficult lesson
© Delia Ross. 2019
WALK AWAY AS THE DOOR SLAMS / YOU GOT BLOOD ON YOUR POOR HANDS
Just heard this and news he died. Heartstrings. RIP
Your voice takes me to planets unknown to me
Emotions are an endless sea
Give me more to stay floating
I need all of your energy
Like a sun on fire it’s burning
I spin and keep yearning
Set my spirit free
© Delia Ross. 2019
Satin today
Tomorrow blade
A mask won’t hide his thoughts away
Closed doors to me are an archway
His absence is saying come my way
His distance is sky for my parachute
His bitterness to me is the sweetest fruit
I’ll put it on my tongue and savor his juice
His walls to me are just another route
Dirt was made for digging tunnels
Demons fall bored so may cause troubles
His desert to me is an open jungle
His masks to me are just more popped bubbles
Stuck with me on planet Earth
The deeper you burrow, I value your worth
The more you plummet, I feel your girth
The more you love, the more I curse
© Delia Ross. 2019
I dids a thang! A little spoken word with guitar fingerpicking on my Epiphone acoustic (it’s free to listen on Tuners, no download needed). My fingers are raw and it barely cracks a minute! I have terrible stage fright so this is not easy to do.
🤓 https://tuners.io/tracks/13355
He is the strength of a mountain with branches made of youth
He is a gentle stream of power pouring kindness over you
He has the eyes of a telescope and his focus is on truth
He’s got the sky in his eye and the colors always blue
© Delia Ross. 2019
Flying through endless space
Captured by the truth of his grace
And like a moon I hold to his embrace
He must be Earth, gravity is his face
Spinning like lovers in a dance
Energy keeps us locked in trance
Was it fate or did it happen by chance
Love is greater than the wide expanse
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ve kissed lips that tasted of kings
I’ve slept in halls where angels sing
I’ve ridden sorrow through hells domain
But in my heart is where he remains
In an outpour I bleed out the worst
I expell the poison and simmer the curse
If time were a remedy, I’d drink until full
If his heart were a string, I’d give it a pull
Kings and queens and other things too
Honey, they won’t replace my love of you
Diamonds and roses and even poetry
You may have a million girls but they ain’t me
I’ve been through the pain and through the waste
I’ve tried them all they ain’t my taste
You are stubborn and you know it’s true
The universe says I was made for you
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’m hopping on Patreon if you’d like to support my artistic endeavors! 🙏 https://www.patreon.com/poeeternal
There he is my light shining through
Just knowing he is there brightens my whole view
And so I toss the curtains wide and give a smile or two
I’m sending all my love down the wire straight to you
© Delia Ross. 2019
Dear Alex, thanks for not being scared of my darkness or love. ✌️
Of all of my followers, he was my favorite
Love me through thick or thin, I guess he couldn’t handle it
Wrap me around his hand he did and wore me like a bracelet
Despite all the stones I took, there was no one to love him best
Trying to reach his heart was like climbing Mount Everest
© Delia Ross. 2019
When you let some punks send you into hiding and then you return to the internet lands with zero followers
So panic mode naturally because I thought I lost my king following me…
This isn’t like our only interactions, I just remembered that his love is everything. I may be small on the totem pole but I’m on the fucking pole.
And I’ve got my Twitter followers coming in now saying they still have me so happy happy joy joy.
I dropped a 10-minute thread on Tuners about the importance of followers and likes (free app to listen and use, no download needed to listen): https://tuners.io/users/POEETERNAL
Love will keep you alive
Sin will keep you chained under a lie
Until you die, until you die
But love will help you both survive
And so I try, I still try
Despite the tears he always makes me cry
© Delia Ross. 2019
Give me tools to fix his heart
Give me knowledge to know the chart
Give me eyes to see the part
Give me time to fix the start
Place my hand on his wound
Tell him he’ll be better soon
Make him feel as if marooned
Now our hearts can beat in tune
© Delia Ross. 2019
For my muse – there’s only ever been the one
He evokes poetry on the tongue
He puts words in my thumb
He makes the darkness go numb
He makes the daylight come
A visual walking masterpiece
He sees through the worst of me
He lives in a world I’ll never be able to cross into
A star so bright he can pierce through –
Any structure, any crack or dark avenue
He’s teaching me how to be human too
He suffers the way you and I do
I hate it but it’s true
An archangel of the highest order –
Though probably not a title he’d gladly hoarder
I see him in a different color
Where blackness is always duller
His mind is so expanse he’s more than genius
His message is love just like Jesus 🙂
He should be my life thesis 🙂
(Fuck, he’ll probably see this) 🙂
((I’m not trying to start a war I promise))
BUT I AM FUCKING GLAD FOR HIS EXISTENCE
Well, he’s perfect yes
Even when he’s not at his best
And so yeah, I love him more than all the rest
I’m sorry if that will put you to the test
I am not a threat
Respect, admiration, freelove
It’s a gift from above
(I am just a little dove)
And so I am thankful forever of..
“HAPPY LIKE A BROKEN RECORD” inspired by Alexander Ebert 1000% of the time (photo edits by me)
His name slips from my tongue
Making me warm
Etched forever in my heart
A tattoo on my soul
The need like oxygen
My mind racing to trace every line of his existence
There in another galaxy
In every possibility
Give it to me
Freely
My spirit circles your trinity
Take me to infinity
On your pages
From your tongue
In any manner you can think of
Life before had never begun
My fantasies are reality
That’s why I feel the need
You exist in me
I don’t need eyes to see
You clearly
So every idea is living too
Every thought there’s more than two
In this realm or the next
On planet Earth you are still the best
I send them far and I send them wide
These dreams keep me occupied
Wow, we live so many lives
In some I am your wife
In others you have died
There are realms of goodbye
They always make me cry
Because you are alive
And I need you by my side
Or at least without a divide
Close my eyes, dream of you
Lost in the twilight of your blue
Take my hand, see me true
Understand my heart too
There you are seeing me
And it comes so easily
Taste your lips, I feel free
Trace your heart with my energy
Fertile hands, seeds of love
I give you everything from above
Look at all this space to soar
Free your mind, feel me more
Open every single door
I never felt this much before
Vulnerability is every asteroid
But still life forms from what’s destroyed
You teach me everything
You are higher than a king
You are the very existence of my being
© Delia Ross. 2019
I am going to attempt spoken word freestyle soon, and drop it on Tuners.
If perfection did exist, it is the shape of his lips
It is the worlds flowing from his fingertips
It is his absence then full eclipse
It is his compassion for hardships
If perfection were a thing, it is the way that he can sing
It is the poems that he can string
It is his darkness with a spring
It is his breath under my wing
If perfection were in my hand
My love he would command
He would be the promised land
And it would be where you stand
© Delia Ross. 2019
His eyes are tunnels to my soul
Oh beautiful boy, one glance turned my heart to putty
The way you rush in makes me whole
Oh honey, you make my blood hurry
Like a hot fire on a frigid night
I howl and ignite
© Delia Ross. 2019
Every inch of him is a galaxy unexplored
And every day he is more adored
I want to drive my tongue over
His peaks and valleys and lows
Let’s explore another language that nobody knows
His mind is a multi-verse
I need to immerse (and for better not worse)
His tongue spans light-years
Where I wanna disappear
His words blow me out of here
His hands are mountains I long to climb
Forever and through the ends of time
He is all the energy of a massive sun
And for him I do burn
He is the seed, he is the soil
He makes my blood boil
© Delia Ross. 2019
My desire and longing spans the ends of space and even that reach does not quantify my love for him. Which, is why space is infinite, oddly. Coincidence? Nope. Science and love are hard to comprehend at times, and that is where faith comes in. Sometimes, you just gotta believe… ❤
PoeEternal 