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In Bloom

But then one day the tide returned with his love
The sun rose
The birds sang
The flowers bloomed
The leaves danced
All was anew

© Delia Ross. 2019

I can feel the blood flowing through my veins again…

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Woven

I can feel you wherever you are
Light and dark matter woven into my soul
Spiraling through the fabric of all that we know
And travelling through the spaces we’ve still yet to go
And the distance to our star isn’t that far (just look to your heart)

© Delia Ross. 2019

I want to stargaze him, let me camp under his heart and look to his blue skies and cast wishes on his lips for all eternal…

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Noose

Just tie the noose around my neck and finish what you started
Just sharpen up the blade and kill the broken hearted
Just take me back to my mistake where we both have parted
Just give me one more chance to see that you’re not heartless

Just give me the rules and regulations neatly worded
Just tell me that the ruling is now another verdict
Just tell me that my presence is not for you a burden
Just please don’t give your love to another person

© Delia Ross. 2019

This is what purgatory feels like I’m certain. If my soul isn’t burning from flames of desire for him, then it’s burning from the shames of despair and longing. I can’t stop crying though and that’s how the ocean got here… (so there may be another poem coming).

I’m sorry I haven’t been active on your blogs, it takes energy, and I’m not wanting to talk to anyone, I’m isolating myself again and I don’t like to do things half-hearted, so when I get back on your blogs, I’ll be sure to catch up on the poems I have missed rather than go in without a full head and heart. I’m sorry but I’m a soldier and communication isn’t always easy for me and I have a hardened shell and come off more stern than I mean to be. It’s a defense mechanism, I’m really sweet and kind in person. Unless I’m hungry, then feed me. But I am frequently stepping on toes and pushing boundaries even if I’m trying to behave. I don’t fit in with the world. I never have. We’re the same, but we’re not. I’m from a different planet completely. I actually APPLIED to go live on another planet, and I became a CANDIDATE, and that might not sound like a big deal but for a nerd like me it makes my panties wet. SO, if I can survive the humiliation of my existence, I’ll try and do a post on that soon. I’m a busy gal.

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Angel Queen Darling

“My angel” words smooth as satin slipping from his tongue
Her wings of despair went flying in the air and love deep into her lung
“My queen” tattooed on her heart and there his creed was flung
“My darling” were the sweetest words she had ever heard sung
Whatever he called her, it made her feel loved and young

© Delia Ross. 2019

“If only I were as pretty and adored as she…”

Have you ever been loved? By someone like her? The one you casted aside? Me? Have you ever loved at all?

“The greatest thing you can ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return…”

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Her

I was in search of healing
My wings damaged, my knees in kneeling
A war with a monster, I never was winning
Narcissism will keep your head spinning

I was cleansing the root of my soul
I was tossing those sins in a hole
I was stitching my heart to feel again whole
And a couple years passed would you know

But one day there he was, I noticed, oh yes, I noticed
His crown dragging behind his feet, it was a bust
I’m not sure if it was his sin or a thick layer of dust
Maybe it just hides behind a wall of his lust

I heard him mouthing words from his tongue like thunder
Such fury, where does it come from, I still wonder
Crashing down curiosities is where I fell under
I slipped into his words, then love, and I became her

I remember the day I left him a compliment
I thought it was a bomb the way he responded
My hand was bitten and he was so blunt
I still stick around but he is on the hunt

Sometimes I would find pieces of me in his words
The dinner bell rang and we rushed in like buzzards
Little seeds of hope we would nibble like birds
There may have been red flags but we ignored all the hazards

Like favorite pets except for me
I come around, he gets angry
But I still don’t know how to leave
It’s impossible, I love him you see

© Delia Ross. 2019

Does he hate me because I see through his mask, or because I see through his mask and still love him? Maybe, just maybe, I’m not a bird he wants to eat? Or does he hate me because I stole her shoes? I’m not giving them back, they fit my feet and I have tiny feet. I found my missing slipper, gosh dang it, he needs to get over it. They’re mine now. MINE I SAID. Just like I belong to him, he just doesn’t know it yet. He is lost. But I found him so I’m hoping he’s only half lost now. Knock knock, Neo, it’s me, the one…open the door

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Source

I wanna come, so then I go
You say go fast, so I go slow
You say goodbye, I’m at hello
I drop a bomb, for afterglow

I sleep outside my own prison gate
I build a wall to suffocate
And any trespasser I will violate
Just come near me and you will ache

I am good but I am bad
I am happy but I am sad
I am boring but I am rad
I think I died in Baghdad

I am the pleasure but he is the pain
No matter the blood, I need him the same
I laid down my gun and this isn’t a game
You have the key to open my chain

He is the stable, I am a wild horse
Maybe it is hate, I don’t know the force
And if he loves me, it is only in fourths
I have looked for love but I can’t find the source

© Delia Ross. 2019

“My indecision is final…”
I always gots rosey cheeks and freckles (Alabama, circa 2015)
Missouri (AKA MISERY) Circa 2007ish
Iraq circa 2003
Tennessee barely sixteen
Florida circa 2016ish
Tennessee age 18 with my 9 month old baby that I breastfed a solid year (my hair is nearly that long again *squee* but this is my natural color, brunette with hazel eyes)
(Self, age 18, kiddo 9 months)
A hippy goth in docs, nothing much has changed 🙂 (age 18)
The 90s, the best and worst decade of my life
I iz evolving (Florida, my birthday 2019)
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You

You could give me gold, I am sure it’s what most want
But it will never satisfy, no matter what you flaunt

You can hide my eyes, but can you stop your voice
The one that’s in my head and loves without a choice

If I were to show you what is underneath my cloak
Do you think that you would like me, even when I spoke

You could send me flowers, anyone can do that
But the words that you’re writing, makes my heart so fat

You could take me places, but I’d rather be at home
The depths in your eyes are the streets I want to roam

You could play me music but what I really want to hear
Is your voice leaning in and whispering in my ear

So the things that I want isn’t much this is true
Because the only thing I want is to be alone with you

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’m not asking for much, I just want it all because you are everything and all I need (all I really want is my guitar and you) 🤓

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92 Million Miles Away

Trying to reach him is like trying to reach a star
92 million miles away but still close enough to scar
The further the tether, the closer we are
But when it comes to his love I never reach far

The Sun never sleeps but he is missing from the night
Yet there are days when it’s best he’s out of sight
The Moon has phases where she hides from his light
But when they are united, heaven shines so bright

© Delia Ross. 2019

Eclipse of my heart…

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Love, Sensuality, Devotion

If I were capable, I would build him a boat,
He could sail through the storms, I seem to evoke.
He could cruise through the wind, and never lose hope,
And the distance we keep, would not feel so remote.

If I were capable of obtaining perfection,
In the mirror, he would see my reflection.
If he could believe, that he made a connection,
Maybe he could see, I am trying to change my complexion.

If I were able, to shorten the distance,
A home in me, would appear into existence.
He could visit me, at this very instance,
And the safety he seeks, would never go missing.

If secrets we keep, would be less of a burden,
I would reach into where he seems to keep hurting.
I would pay with my life, to open his curtain,
And the life that he seeks, would not be uncertain.

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Things (but mostly love)

Her hopes take flight, it catches starlight, it rides the night, it gives her dreams sight, for his love she will fight


He knows not his creed but it is burned to my tongue-
Like a tattoo by fate, open my gate and come

Please need me

I crawled on when my hope was gone
I saw sun but my eyes were burned
I found love where the hand was numb
I gave love when it would not come


He writes the most beautiful poetry
And I want to organize them into little treasures for my mind
An instrument of the finest wording and it starts with his rhyme
Pluck a note from me, as I’m slightly off key
It doesn’t take much to tune me when his writing is my shrine
He intoxicates me better than the finest wine

His words should come with a sign that reads, “do not engage”

So innocent was her love, so pure
The bouquet of poetry he would write would allure
It was love of this she was sure
In the afterglow of words she felt secure

Want a dose of paranoia mixed with anxiety? Well, if he is her and you are me and they are them, then who the fuck is she?

He doesn’t know it but he is a giant in my heart.

He was unaware of her worth
But there was something in her eye
And the look was divine
And it tasted of desire
Love sprung from the Earth


Everyone seems to be living such wonderful lives and I just want to hide in his eyes

He comes back for my love
When he’s lost his reserve
Just as I am giving up

Most days my soul is suffocating
Bouncing up and down
Flipping and flopping
Gasping for air
Frantic and in despair
Where is the life?

Silence brings violence

He’s not quite 6 feet but every bit iron foot

Just because you think I’m perfect doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell me I’m good. Just because you don’t think I’m worth it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell me I could.

Death didn’t hurt. Everything else did.

He moves fast through my heart like rapids…

What I would give to be shifted to number one.

Love goes on through the seasons.

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Regolith

Life is so bland, so very dreary
But when I take the walls down
And I start to move around
The Moon she peers at me
As if I’m well and sound
And she offers me a different theory

Still the cold finds the cracks
And in creeps what I lack
And now it’s dark, I’ve lost the tracks
But tell me who really has your back?

Was it done for her or was it done for you
And is it something that you ever knew
Maybe you tried but you changed your view
When instead you should have changed your crew

Is it lack of discipline or are you really bad
Since depression took over she’s your only comrade
And so you tell the Moon the reasons you’re sad
And I can tell she understands a tad

Her regolith is made from fires
And you’re the only man she ever desires
And if the Moon is something you admire
It’s the same as why her love won’t expire

Some treat her like a chemical waste
And some responses were done in haste
And if it’s what you want it can be erased
It can disappear without a trace

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Destination: Love

He is part of a world I wish I was in
The story is open, the pages are thin
Love is where I’m going but it’s never where I’ve been
The road is full of obstacles and requires some discipline

The clouds passing by bring a current of hope
The fog dissipates with all of my mope
The sun bursts with a new horoscope
The sky is a blanket where my sorrows can cope

I took my depression and left it in a back alleyway
I may return for it again someday
And when my fears visit, they’ll arrive in a beautiful bouquet
And if you ever forgive me, that day will be a permanent holiday

Set the controls to where my heart is churning
Look all directions, you’ll see our fire burning
There is never a day for you I am not yearning
Some practice of forgiveness is worth learning

© Delia Ross. 2019

I lied though, ‘cuz he is really my favorite poet. I can feel him inspire every little fiber and molecule in me… just saying.

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Bad Feathers

Her wings wrought from sorrow, stained with regret
And if there’s any forgiveness, he hasn’t given it yet
If love had a mirror it would reflect his spirit
If any hand were worthy, his has merit

She wraps her wing around his heart
She prays it helps the pain depart
It is not a solution but it is a start
Even angels are known to break apart

She awaits quietly in silent prayer
As she tends his heart from its despair
There is no love that can compare
She plucks out bad feathers showing wear and tear

She shuts her eyes and makes a wish
She simmers any flames of anguish
So love may again feel its warmest
Where for him it was found coldest

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’d remove every feather if it meant never hurting you again.

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Ripples

When your ink drops my soul will splatter
Like a ripple in spacetime, you matter
You are the one my dreams look after
Where reaching you only requires a ladder

When I hear you speak the Sun rises
And my love for you comes in all sizes
Your kiss is the best of all prizes
But your eyes are the best of all horizons

© Delia Ross. 2019

That boy does something to muh. I prefer to focus on the good stuff. Even tho he hates me…

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Royal Blue

Take me out to that royal blue     
My eyes were always briny for you
Your words would cover my heart with your dew
And open were my eyes to the view

You drew landscapes of us in a sea of love
And navigable rivers my hands had become
And oceans of poetry that fit like a glove
And swollen were hearts on these boats that would come

My breath like wind fell choppy
Passing were rivers of doubt and nothing could stop me
High were the tides of your hope that was never rocky
Straight was the path to your heart, never winding

© Delia Ross. 2019

My heart wants what it wants. It doesn’t understand the who, the what, the when, the why, or the how. It just wants the now. I miss you.

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Twilight

Tuck me into twilight
Let your lips touch my dreams
Your love is the skylight
And hopeful are its streams

The Moon is a spotlight
Where you can find my love every night
And every star in the sky –
The amount of times you made me sigh

I love you through all eternal
I will always be your angel
Unto you I will be faithful
This love is yours to cradle

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Tied To My Love

His love is like an eclipse

Or the highest peak of a mountain range covered in clouds

His love is a wild river overrun

A dry desert now muddy

He has energy like the Northern Lights which flutter in my soul

His grasp is a tether tied to my love

© Delia Ross. 2019

(I want to turn this into a rhyme so badly but…)

Am I suppose to stop loving him? I need answers.

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Marigolds

She knows not what she is holding
An infancy of love he is hoping
I can see his galaxy growing
While her orbit is slowing

Crown jewels are in his eyes, blue as skies
His hands belong with truth, never lies

His hair is a field of dreams
On which sunlight beams

She knows not what she scolds
He passes hope out like marigolds
And like the sun he is a centerfold
And worth more than all the gold

© Delia Ross. 2019

Digi art of my muse Alexander Ebert by me…
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Beginnings in Endings

Beginnings in endings
Soft steps of destiny
Like pillows for the needing
Love letters for the mending
Like lovers when they’re healing
When time is for the stealing

Your kiss is the life I missed
Your kiss will stop the apocalypse
When love is like an eclipse
When doubts are in the abyss
When safety it is this
When silence are my lips

Home is your kingdom in my heart
When worlds come together, not apart
When my hand is your start
Where your step is the best part
Your existence my art
Where my love will never depart

© Delia Ross. 2019

I write these words for you, they are yours, as is my heart.

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Sycamore

Like pieces of Sycamore branching off
Exposing the white of the bark
Exposing the light from within my sweet heart
These pieces break off so you can build an ark
Now take your worry and leave it in the dark

© Delia Ross. 2019

I would like to be crafty enough to grow this one. Some of you find words like molasses. Others dig and dig and dig and still find none.

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Deep Wide Open

He said my love is poison
But I’ve only ever loved him
Spaces for him were in the deep wide open
As I made room to let love in

I may be in pieces, it’s true I’ve been broken
But I glued them together and now I’m bespoken
As for my heart, it was returned from where it was stolen
And my feelings for you are deeper than any ocean

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Rain

It is a light, warm rain, so it doesn’t matter
And the moon tonight is full as are your lips
And your eyes are staring at me like I’m her
A feeling that I’ve never had occur

And the only sounds we hear are mostly beats
And it’s getting louder every time we breathe
There’s some danky music far away in the streets
And the rain is louder falling at our feet

The trees are gently sighing with the wind
I whispered in your ear don’t let it end
But I knew that you would ask so I said it again
And as I was repeating you made a grin

I gently started shaking in the rain
It’s like you just released me from my chain
Or maybe just release from all the pain
And tears were the main attraction at this stage

Your fingertips remind me I’m okay
But closer to your lips I start to sway
And then your thumb will wipe my tears away
And neither have a thing we want to say

© Delia Ross. 2019

Sometimes connections are more than just sexual. Deeper connections require more work sure but isn’t the chemistry richer, the moments more meaningful, the things unsaid but everything said, I dunno, love is a rare element and shouldn’t you care for it and nurture it like a garden? Flesh kills the spirit if in the wrong hands. You believe it?

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Butterflies

Falling further into his dark skies
Even in the lows he gives me highs
Even when he’s gone his cape will fly
And when I’ve crossed a line he still will try

I extend my wings cuz love defies
He hides behind a wall of sad goodbyes
There’s writings all around that shield his lies
He needs a lot of fuel to hide his sighs

He claims I’m just a hunter here to pry
But that won’t explain the butterflies
He thinks I’m just a doll who only cries
But that won’t change the winnings of your prize

You can change your hand but fate has not a guise
Even through your troubles I am falling for your eyes
I stab the pitch black night so I can feel you rise
Baby you free me, look at that sunrise

© Delia Ross. 2019

I find him incredibly sexy and he turns me into a raving beast actually but I definitely don’t want to hunt or cage him…

Sorry for the long rhyme and double rhyme in the ends but I think it worked!?!

I know it’s only been like 5 minutes since I said it before but I loves him.

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Kingdom Come

The days are slow, the nights are longer
Without the white of moon, he will wonder
Without the glare of sun, he will wander
And when the Moon is full so is his hunger

He has been going down a path of the unknown
Following her, in any weather, through any zone
Treading on forever, any havoc, any wrong
He has known the route for ages, for she is his kingdom

© Delia Ross. 2019

Kingdom come, thy will be done, come conquer this land… amens

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Remember Me

Will you remember me when the pages are torn from the book
Six feet under is the only direction to look
After I have taken you to places you rarely go
And I make you confront things you’d rather not know

Will you change a picture for a face?
Reduce 3 to 1 and find embrace
Will you remember the love when I haven’t a voice
And never forget I hadn’t a choice

You and me we are one map
The threads of fate now overlap
Like a Figure 8 we’re meant to last
The amount of love is in the vast

The need is deeper than the Grand Canyon
There is no answer to the question
And yet I rush in to fill the sea
And only you can stop the need

Alpha Omega, yin and yang
Together our force, the big bang
I’m Niagara Falls, falling for you
And I love every layer of you too

© Delia Ross. 2019

I just sat down and freestyle spilled this out and probably could of kept going cuz the love is infinite and endless but it needed to be said…

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Carat

I try to be real underneath the private
I shed skins of transparency where most will hide it
And words they slip off my tongue like velvet
I gift him poetry instead of expensive carat

© Delia Ross. 2019

If you are tired of reading my micropoetry, feel free to read my 3 part epic tragedy I wrote a few years back (more like over a decade ago but who’s counting)… it’s titled MY SON and I feel is some of my greatest work (it’s super easy to use the little search box on my site but also, this year was the first time I released it publicly, it previously could only be found in my book)…

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Reflection

He has heaven in his eyes but he will show you the abyss
You can call him by his name though he may not answer by it
For he is blind to his reflection and unaware of his own existence
But I would recognize him anywhere, in any mask, for he is hard to miss
He has iron in his touch and heavy is the one to hold the fist
Building foundations of regret from the lips of a poet
And softly does he roam all the roads of my heart and spirit

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Sweet Nothings

I pull fragments of my dreams out of my center
I carefully knead them with love until they are tender
I tie them with hope and a sign that spells ENTER
They are filled with sweet nothings to get you through winter

So off with the wind, I have to send you my love dear
And if you can imagine, it’s just like I’m whispering in your ear
I stand on my tippy-toes so I make sure you can hear me clear
Then I gently kiss your lips and remind you there’s nothing to fear

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Starlight

Love her wild
Leave her full
Touch her mild
You will see her form

She will make your indigo glow
She will carve out a chunk so you may have a root
She will give life to the lip
In her, you can grow
You can wallow
You can save your soul

Let her jump in and taste your desire
Infinity is deep
So is her reach
And the distance you keep

The only witness is love
We’ve got that as our teacher
Even your name ends with her

She brings on the rain that can make you clean
Crawl under her to feel something

Your seeds were planted for sprouting
The direction you’re going needs a little rerouting

The night is pierced with scars
The light is breaking through
The doubt is gone from you
Watch her twinkle too

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Togetherness

I see you everywhere.
But instead of faces in the crowd,
It’s worry in my brow,
In every hollow laugh,
In questions of why and how,
In responses of no but now.

I feel you in every reality.
While sleeping or barely coping.
When drowning but keep on joking.
Any time I feel like moping.
When my hands are bound from hoping.
The hundred sighs my mouth keep moaning.

My subconscious won’t let you slide.
And so I find you in every rhyme.
To an email I sent some guy.
It doesn’t matter who does reply.
I pretend it’s you every time.

My mind is in an endless dream,
And we’re together in an alternate galaxy.
And so if in that one it can repeat,
And every fiber of me too agrees.
We may be separate but I feel complete,
And when I talk to you I feel release.

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Destiny

How do you awake someone to their destiny

I know I slip-up but he’ll always get the best of me

And when I foul, I’ll accept my penalty

And if you wonder how much I fuck up, well, that’s an endless sea

And it when it comes to loving me, the best I can hope for is, ‘eventually’

I trust that love and patience, is the right recipe

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Garden

I take my heart and I plant it in a garden
I bury it with love and grant another pardon
I cover it with grass so it will never be his burden
I would have given it to him but he found a better bargain
The seed might find the light but now I’m not so certain

Several years may pass and I’ll still be pulling weeds
Making sure he finds exactly what he needs
And if he ever asks, I’ll help him with some leads
The only thing I ask is happiness succeeds
And so I plant his rhyme in the better parts of me

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Swollen Rainbow

When I take your hand
Don’t let it slip like quicksand
When I look into your eye
Don’t take us to a road where we divide

When I feed you truth
Just know it keeps my youth
And when I do pretend
It’s the only reality I recommend

My love was born for your journey
We can take it slow or we can hurry
When you find me underneath your swollen rainbow
I’ll kiss you so good it’ll make the time slow

© Delia Ross. 2019

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My oh My

My dreams are the color of your eye
My pillow is the softness of your lie
My blanket is the breath under your sigh
My will existed the moment you said hi

My sun shines whenever you are near
My day starts when I have you here
My heart is protected in your sphere
My love is in the atmosphere

My wish was granted the day you noticed me
My truth is written here to see
My dare is to never watch you leave
My coven are the hopes that you weave

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Calories

Eat his poetry like calories
Chew the words delicately

Roll them around my tongue
Taste them, make me young

Take a bite early morning
Swallow them and won’t be lonely

Sometimes they are sweet or sour
Chocolate candies at any hour

Leftovers or a second-helping
Can keep the wound from needing dressing

I will never leave a crumb
Even if they make me numb

Very few leave me sober
Every word helps through the layover

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Outer Space

I am not his
No no no
But I can pretend like this

Today we went for our first coffee
And as he sat next to me talking
I wondered if he saw a zombie
But then he leaned in and kissed me softly

He is not mine
No no no
But I still call him my valentine

His kiss takes me to cosmic landscapes
One ounce of his love opens the floodgates
One word of his rhyme and I can’t keep a straight face
One glance of his eyes takes me to outer space

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Commute

Sitting on the corner of depression avenue
I’ll wave with a smile when you pass by me too
I’ve been here awhile so I’ve got the right attitude
You’d think by my grin I had the winning suit
But underneath the cards there’s a truth I will never refute
And every part of me needs repaired, even the soles of my boot
How quickly by you flee on a journey I would love to commute
But I’ve got a darkness troubling me and I feel it, deep down in my root
And so I isolate the need that you bring on this road where I pollute
But your words have me jumping out of a plane without a parachute
And if you were to measure the love it would be absolute

xxxxxxxxsquaredtimesinfinity

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Growth

I could run along the meadows where I’m wild and free
I could run into the ages until he’s tired of watching me
I can erase all the shadows where the light can never reach
I can remove all the lessons that he ever failed to teach
I should grow a tongue that has better speech

I would dance away the loneliness with every aching hour
I would step with hope and fill him with a love that gives him power
I will let him trample over me collecting each wildflower
I will let him pull the weeds from me that make me feel a coward
I am growing every second where I feel his light encounter

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Longing

Oh dear gates of sorrow, pass me through!
I bow and give it all to you
My remorse is as full as the Moon
The way it shines, I shine for you too
Because your light still reaches truth
And when it comes to loving you
It can never be too soon

Oh my longing is as warm as the Sun!
And when it reaches me, I come undone
The way he teaches me, as if I’m the only one
And if ever facing regret, there isn’t none
And when it comes to life, you make me burn
And if I see your eyes, my own brighten
If you change your mind, I’m never done

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Trajectory

I live on an island of a dream
My joy is his trajectory
His eyes are the only skies I need
His love is the only fruit I eat

I taste him in seasons
I kiss him in the trillions
I lean on the shoulders of meaning
I cling to the shores of his breathing

I rest my plight in the palm of his hand
For his every touch is the promise land
And it’s finally a journey I can understand
For this is the mission fate had planned

And on and on and on we go together
Every step with you I’m feeling better
Every hug from you feels like my shelter
Hurting you is never in the weather

© Delia Ross. 2019

3 AM snaps turned into 6 AM snaps instead

Maybe when my hair is long enough my prince will come save me?
Messy lipgloss part 1 (it’s 6 AM cut me a break). SAVE ME!
I live in oversized t-shirts. That shits gotta stop…
Hazel eyes, messy lips & a brunette with bags under my eyes from insomnia. Do you still fancy me at 6 AM?
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From Peasant To Queen

He pushed me to lands that were unknown inside me
Mountains evolved from my limbs that were binding
Heart was renewed by the hand that was guiding
Tongue was replenished with warmth that was hiding

Vision was given to eyes that were unseen
Life had been missing since I was just a teen
Now as I stand with a purpose and a dream
Although just a peasant he treats me as a queen

© Delia Ross. 2019