Cherry blossoms bloom
Over my depression
Red leaves fall
Deeper isolation
Like a pivotal point
Forged through tribulation
Five trillion eight hundred seventy-eight billion four hundred ninety-nine million eight hundred ten thousand miles from all creation
I’m racing towards
A single colossal point of gravity
Like I’m searching for
Rewards
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I don’t even like halloween anymore
But there are SOME things I still like…
I know
I know you’re bored of life
I know you’re tired of lying
The quick traverse of the rope
But you forgot to tie the lineForget about dying
I think about you all the time
The cold felt you appear like a sun ray, but disappear just as I prayed
For once, you let me have my way
But looking back, the way was pavedAnd there were devils on the road
And there were demons in the den
They were always looking
They know all I’ve beenSometimes I question things did
We’ve been depressed since we were kidsYou’re hiding under pseudonym
You’re writing in acronym
Two plus two means words you spell
For me, “I’m always seeing him”In clouds, en empty well
Lost footsteps in hellLike during the blood moon
I’ll stop and bless a boon
Speak words with you
Where dreams feel trueBut I am two-faced
Barefoot disgracedI know I’ll find you on the dark path
And on the pages where I come last
But have a good laugh
(And no I won’t ask)I’m mad
And in the madness, you found me dancing ballet atop the quicksand, asking when will it end?“Do I know what I am doing here”
“Do you know why you are here”Other dimensions have left shadows on my heart, in places even you wouldn’t embark
Like leaving footprints of destiny
You weren’tmeant for meYou were like meeting light at the end of the tunnel
Tongue no longer verbal
Wanted in your circle
Knowing I am troubleBut you are fire and I’m a match
So open doors now have a latch
And you escaped down the hatchWe’re running from the past but the sign up ahead says we’re going too fast
All my nightmares are neatly tucked away under my bed
That’s where dreams go to dieIf you look at the dust collecting, that’s my skin shedding
Cold nights sweating
BloodlettingThere I lay dead
And who I could have been
Is laying there like papers
Yet it is skin…Dried up and thin
The worse part is I don’t listen to myself
Just like nobody else
I said halt not leftBut John went crawling in a hole he knew he wouldn’t fit in at all
“The map is wrong”
The globe isn’t accurate
Your love I’m chasing after it
In the middle of midnight
There’s a tail lightSo how scary was my fall?
My end; want to keep the secret from allCuz the dead don’t know they’re dying
Some happen quick
Don’t know what hit
Some oversaturated
With societal bullshitI’m clearing out my life again
Got another big task ahead
You think Mount Everest is big
You ain’t been climbing in my headDid you know sword cuts flame?
That I’ve gone insane?
Sometimes I cry
When I call your name?My love comes and goes
It ebbs and it flowsDistance is time
The homeless are congregating in the city streets like the chosen fallen
They’re rabid with sin
Drooling from the dope within
And I gotta flee again
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(p∞)
There is no edge
Billions of miles instead
Whispers of secrets said
Where is our prologue
I’m agog to love
There’s been a backlog
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I will always be a cub 😌
time races in intervals
you’re into her
it burns like midnight sun
my lesson learned
did you know we live in purgatory
on a map i think i found your worry
and i list it first your secrets buried
but i’ve forgotten where i put your story
like drowning in a carpark
where all the lights are flashing but it’s stark
and we’re looking for an exit
as future ghost we’re feeling desperate
~
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the ole blog has over 100,000 miles on her, thanks to you…
i know i can’t take your words to heaven with me but i would try…
i still can’t get over how John Jones died or how his question nearly made me solve first world problems – or at least connect the two
but i still live between worlds where his soul leaped into mine
(but at least you don’t get mad about it)
my dad let a tree grow through his tour bus
i want to hang onto my ride in such a way
today i drove her to Dread Boys and they quoted me nearly 500 to replace a battery?
so i got right back in and said “welp please get me back home…”
and she fucking did…
and i guess im either going to an auto zone or learning to install a new battery myself?
not to mention the guy running the front desk took a bathroom break in the middle of a transaction? and it sounded disgusting so ill never return
the mobile mechanic i called isnt very mobile currently – i dunno how i feel about paying for his cab..
at least the postscript is somewhat interesting?
i keep thinking i need to get the fuck outta florida – then i remember bama is 45 minutes away – and like it feels a lot like hope on the horizon
it feels so near i could walk
bike
run
i just keep telling my girl to hold on
no one can be trusted
kinda housebound til i sort the sorts
i aint paying $500 to replace a battery
the Boomers can get FOOKED
need some land
need to figure out where i want to be
it aint here…
i drank coffee
CHATTY
and jittery
i dont think that is good for my heart
like it triggers my anxiety?
i mean i just act more nervous than usual
tachycardia
adrenaline spikes
so prob gotta give it up
the coffee…
better not to ask me out on a first date over coffee
fucking disaster
and i love coffee!!!!!
people are mad that trump won and are threatening violence
i did not vote – therefore i have no opinion over politics for the foreseeable future as i am exiting the matrix – kinda lost – but this is what PROTESTING A SYSTEM I DO NOT COMPLY WITH LOOKS LIKE
go change some more policies to support your nihilism and leave me alone m’kay
there were 33 million who opted to NOT VOTE for the antichrist
i thought i was the only one
but there’s a whole lot of us out there
wonder how many are gen x
you know of one
*hi*
i tried joining the Army to make a difference
i tried getting an education
i tried being a medic
i tried on society and never have once liked it
im never voting again
EVER. AGAIN.
i literally fought for freedom of speech and it was taken from me
and you want me to vote? go back to sleep…
(people in the system fighting for the system)
(but i want out)
(i wont participate)
(i dont wanna support anything in society)
(society is satanic)
(im going thru a spiritual cleansing)
(please dont exterminate me like you did p’nut & fred)
(and the squirrel out here i never found his head)
ripped off and not even a trail of blood
just his body
i have nightmares and ptsd
it is why i deleted my wildlife page
not risking Ali or any others getting hurt simply because they make me happy and demons live out here
have u seen the film Constantine?
top 5 fav for sure
i mean it once was
the me in this timeline which i jumped into during a lightning storm going 80 miles an hour…
she ain’t me but she is but she ain’t
not sure how im able to switch roles as myself but if the multiverse is real and we never really die
or we create our own reality
im not sure why i would wanna come back here
but there were thousands of hands of radiation and one of them touched me
it was so loud the entire town shook from the thunder
im not exaggerating! my ears are still ringing!
*kiss kiss on the cheek darling
but my tears are like acid…
46,000 visitors huh
and over 1100 stayed
neener neener
THE FIRST LIE THEY TEACH IS HISTORY
(new poem coming?)
i never wanted to push you out into the current
but you would yell, it’s what you warrant
and you held my hand as i pushed you towards the torrent
you would say “love’s not important”
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i hope your ashes are burning. like a viking in the sky. down here i am rarely learning. like i’ve lost my mind.
I absolutely do have a learning disability.
Then it’s like my IQ can only go so far until you arrive at a secure door without a door knob
like those server rooms
where they spy on us and control time
none of this is real
“there is no spoon”
because they’re trying to condition us to believe in the Multiverse theory so that they can further segregate you from God and make you feel like you don’t have any kind of worth or value because they’re fucking nihilist at their fucking core and they believe in anything dark and that’s what they fucking serve like dark holes, dark galaxies, dark suns, dark matter, SHIT YOU CANNOT SEE, nor measure, “we just know” – cuz they are a cult of godless psychopaths who love love love children and making them believe early on – we are born in theta – that God does not exist – that he himself is a god – but an artificial intelligence
“computers feel things”
that way you can love your precious young AI like the pedophiles you are
you would rather imprint and love a fucking computer
this entire society is one nihilistic web
“God isn’t real” you demand as you force your dark void propaganda on me
HOW DARE YOU QUESTION ME
STAY OUT OF MY FAITH YOU FUCKING SOULESS MONSTER
I’LL BITE YER DICK OFF NO REMORSE
FEED IT TO SHARKY WHILE I AM DISASSOCIATING
ARE THESE WHAT FANTASIES ARE MEANT TO LOOK LIKE
I don’t know what’s going on out there because I have stayed off anybody’s blog that I do not follow or where I feel unwanted?
this applies to 99.5% of my screen time
I wish I could write without consequence?
seeking a friend for the end of the world
im not allowed to pick her up til the 23rd tho
but i signed the atf form, i passed my background check
but I don’t have a carry permit so shall not be infringed upon until the 23rd and then I can go pick her up she’s already paid for and she’s mine and the serial number has already been confirmed
I’ve already bought her ammo and a lock case; I have personal ammo and I have ammo for the range 🙂
yee-haw
and wasn’t i a kid in a candy store
One of the workers offered me a job and some of the bystanders were very interested in what I bought and everyone told me that it was an excellent choice and it’s a great starter gun 🙂
and it’s made in the usa
he said it fit my hand nicely
i got a picture of her 🙂
this ain’t no bb gun BB
new starter gun 🙂
couldn’t decide between a 38 special, a 9mm, or this 40
she comes with two 14 round magazines in the box 🙂
gotta get to the range soon – got ammo for that
and these hollow points that “spread out”
happies
scored this lock box for ten bucks and he made sure the size would fit by holding my gun to the box
pick her up soon 🙂
in Florida you no longer need a carry permit but if you wanna walk out with your weapons the same way you buy them you do
a little asmr gun unboxing at the store 🙂
i can’t promote anything gun related or i will get penalized and my account with an “armed and dangerous” flag 🙄
and possibly banned
because everything is Made in China but my fucking gun
I have been eyeing the revolvers though
and tho i have a soft spot for shotguns i dunno if i can handle kickback currently
I need to get my carry permit and I want to get to the range so I can get familiar with my weapon and be a responsible gun owner 🙂
guns be selling out fast and im jumping on that train
the boys were asking specific questions about what i bought
at one point i stated i knew how to drive but not familiar with all the models lol
I don’t recall firing a 40 or a 38 special in the army but a 9mm and an M-16 A2 rifle and live grenades and grenade launcher and all sorts of other shit I can’t remember yes 🤪
I was very efficiently trained to take my weapons apart in the dark including the firing pin and put them back together within a certain timeframe and wearing my gas mask
today I went and bought a gun and got a job offer
had several people tell me it was a good choice!!
i was like “i know i could buy a 9mil at this price but i wanted something a little smaller”
“i wanted a 38 but this kept catching my eye”
“there was three, and then two, and now there is one”
*laughter*
i just leveled up my game
and i need to refresh the skill sets i already have programmed in me
does it not come with a safety switch – lol
oh no
IS THERE REALLY NO SAFETY
babe why did you let me shop for a week for guns only to select one at 4:20 am without a safety switch
BABE
it’s his fault that he’s not here taking care of me and I selected something that I’m not familiar with or that I’ve ever been trained with
HIS FAULT
GOOD CHOICE THEY SAID
“don’t shoot yourself in the foot” was never once heard
hit the like button if you want to see how my range adventures go and I can’t post about this shit anywhere else on social media
I struggled getting the grenade launcher loaded in basic training
but once I did my drill sergeant was so impressed and he said I was the only one that hit the target which were tanks far far out but I used up nearly all my time to get it loaded
and you’re not allowed to throw the live grenade like a baseball and so it didn’t go very far and we had to jump in the hole the first time lmao
“I thought you played baseball” my drill sergeant shouted
“get in the hole”
Pop up artist in Oklahoma
Has no damn diploma
Divorced him in a coma
But darling she’s a cold one
Unreal omens
Roaming like the Romans
My blood is spoken
One spell never broken
Couldn’t love them both then?
We’re nearly dressed alike
Turn down the turnpike
Let’s go for a hike
Heard from hope tonight
Maybe it was harder than I thought it would be
Humility
He likes my tiny –
My tiny tiny heart
Nicknamed sunshiny
His counterpart
The big girls keep yelling that I’m small / I fear he can’t see me at all
Like a volcano about to erupt
I’m running amuck
Let me be abrupt
This government is corrupt!
Everything he writes
Is about him me you us
Combined in a trust
Locked without fuss
To put her mind at ease, he lied
With spear in side
Not Judascide
Cat caught the mouse
Lie tied to mouth
Not big the trap
Are you burning down cities?
Running from the guilty?
Like a modern viking gypsy?
Do you fancy life more risky?
Got a shot a whiskey?
AWOL / never ordered you to leave
I’m 1600 miles away from hope
No room for boat
Get your telescope
Walking a tightrope
Has karma grabbed your foot?
Think you’re off the hook?
Think steps I mistook?
Ban me like a crook?
I’m a fucking primate
Gotta lot on my plate
You make life misery
You take all liberty
I clean but make a bigger mess / to God I confess
It’s like he’s observing a galaxy from 4 billion years ago –
The girl he used to know
Does he see how much I’ve grown?
Adventure is more reliable than happiness
Said once a therapist?
You’re a deceitful mess
I learned from the best
Dear Necromancer,
Nothing is not the answer
Let God be the anchor
And Earth, don’t forget to thank her
The nervous thumb twitch
Like broke then too rich
Got called a dumb bitch
Might wind up in a ditch
Your new life will cost you your old one
Just waiting for the dog to be done
There’s something super familiar about all these incidents
Just can’t place my feather on it
He works in 12 hour shifts
Might hear from him
In a dozen years
Could you mumble in monotone some more / you’re a zombie chewing on my bored
I wonder where you are on my follower list
Someone I’ll surely miss?
Connection with a twist?
Or maybe you don’t exist?
Got knocked down
Lost my place
Scattered humility
Eclipsed across my face
Nearly lost my soul
Now taking second place
He doesn’t understand
I don’t have love for him
I don’t have love for much
I don’t have love for them
He comes on like rain
Smell of petrichor
Bet I love it more
I know you think I’m boring
Map me like you’re exploring
Tell you stories that got you snoring
I know who you’re ignoring
He’s so bizarre
Drive fast in my car
Foot on the throttle
He thinks I’m odd
We are distributed across billions of light years of space
That’s the love it takes
That’s why our heart aches
Unlimited weight
We’re at infinities gate
Heaven will not wait
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Got my asshole tore up on TikTok today. A few violations.
FYI: you ain’t that good at thinking (poem coming soon) (maybe)
I am blocking folks on tiktok for all kinda of reasons
I only use my main account – so views will stay low – I keep the algo confused, “gotta keep em guessing” – I stay on the go
Anyhoo
I told myself I’d stop scrolling
Only use it to post
*boring*
And many of my good videos don’t make it through – cuz folks block me and then report me for harassment – for lip syncing a Nirvana song “I think I’m dumb” cuz he commented my IQ could improve
I got in trouble for his insult
I was videotaping me lip syncing in my apartment – and he didn’t want y’all to see it
I still think I won?
Fuck so off topic now
The blocking that I do is different
(But how does one get a post removed for lip syncing a fucking song?) (I didn’t even respond) (no text) lol
He all butt hurt
GOOD
Stop phishing for info
My TBI fractal brain is none ya bizz
I know everything and not anything all at once
*God mode off*
*Human mode on*
Nope, not even human yet
Fallen Angel
“Born this way”
Fight me
I haz wings
Under his bed
He stole em
He didn’t really steal them
He collected them from the rubble
Not thinking maybe someone would come
To get the thing broken
He took what was mine and didn’t consider it belonged to another thing
I fucking fell
My first instinct was to find cover
They were my wings but God dismantled them in the fall
Or I dunno, the blazing atmosphere I was searing through
They were left behind
I was probably in shock
It’s an actual medical condition
Not a mindset
“Survival mode”
And there is water in the desert eventually
Dessert twice please (before meal and after dinner like an hour or 3) (not immediately)
(I should not eat after nine but gremlin, need the meal at midnight)
(Even if I eat dinner at 9, I’m like wtf are you growling like we haven’t ate since 5 am)
I already have insomnia, it’s nearly impossible to get through a 5 hour span
So I’ll always be sneaking in the kitchen for a bite
If he loves me, he’ll surprise me with treats awaiting
(And then he gets woken up in different ways yah hear)
I ain’t getting near that thing if he goes putting it in other things
Men especially
Fuck you
Oh who and what things I iz blocking on the TikTok
Someone just had her daddy come help her move a couch
BLOCKED
It wasn’t even suggested content
Just a normal family acting normal
Fuck off
I dunno, random shit like that
I forget…
I need 5 million years to recover from the desolate desert you erupted from
With a rapid loss of hope occurring
Who will write earth’s obituary
The way you’ve written my hand
And turned all to stone?
Do you honor the dead
The way you immortalize impermanence?
Disappearing without affliction
Leaving dust on the door
I found you
Right where I had left you
Disorderly categorized
I am holy proud
The sun lifted you from shade
Made your skin burn
Left a scar or two
You are a placemat for the sun to rise
And if your words were the reason it rose
Alighting will and aligning truth
You are the golden valley where my love will grow
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I love him for awhile
Drop bombs and act hostile
I’ll love him for a mile
Send invite then exile
Narcissism is a plague
Wildfire like my rage
Your flag is acting vague
Say what you mean to say
I’m sorting everything I have
Every single thing I own
Been logging too much weight
I’m never feeling home
Been crawling with my skeleton
I’m getting out of prone
I’m turning on the lights
I’m heading for unknown
I’m tired of washing clothes
I hate to wear
I’m tired of open roads
Of just despair
The aftermath apparent
Like an errant animal
It’s so overbearing
The way deep space
Won’t stop starring
Or acting like
He’s not caring
118 pounds
Can barely afford a smile
He goes by too many nouns
Won’t you feed me at the fairgrounds?
I might put on a frown
A tear for the clown
Wearing a hospital gown
Starving little cloud
He knows my birthday without a doubt
I just haven’t figured it out
You kneel
I heal
That was the deal
We have to make order out of chaos
Forget about the hard loss
Betrayal is a hard bust
We never quite will adjust
I’m going through metamorphosis
I gave no notice
Guess I’ll change my coordinates
I am the cold porcelain
Dear John,
I’m still spitting in a cup
But I haven’t given up
Lost my way and now I’m stuck
Guess I haven’t any luck
Re: Mark Zuckerberg
Someone silence that puppet
Put a bullet in his nugget
Don’t ask, Don’t tell who done it
Label created
Clouds must be elated
Happy belated
Words I never stated
Love’s overrated
Eventually you get tired of –
The papers piling up
Evidence of –
I never gave a fuck
He’s always causing so much ruckus
I’m losing focus
Gave my two week notice
He’s close to homeless
I’ve got decades of mail unopened
Obviously I’m barely coping?
I’ve been lost in my own shadow
Falling down every hole
How long will the bears live?
God: 100 years
How long will the humans live?
God: 100 years
What color will the bears be?
God: brown/black/white
What color will the humans be?
God: brown/black/white
I REST MY CASE
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I’M SO GLAD YOU WON’T EAT FROM MY KITCHEN. MORE FOR MEEEEE
She told me on the phone
You weren’t doing good
Felt good to my bone
You suck at motherhood
I don’t know how we let it get this bad but we did
We’ve been in fight or flight mode since a kid
Do you count the times I visit?
You and the Devil in business?
God as my witness
I’ve been acquitted
Love don’t match the physics
The rock is livid
Are you good at listening?
Do you think it’s christening?
Do you even miss me?
Feel the hatred crippling?
The hours wasting
The Devil is your painting
Weapons and fingernail polish
Gifts for a goddess?
There’s a river flowing through the ocean
That’s where I’m going
Omnidirectional
I’m never chosen
What am I supposed to do father
Sit around and watch in haste
I watch the whole world spinning
While their soul goes to waste
Murder attached to bad management
Let’s call it “an accident”
Near the tomb inscribed “very tragic”
John Jones would claim it
I’m pretty good at bad decisions
There is faith but no ambition
The mirror’s not what I envision
I wear a cloth but hate religion
I’m making friends but not with wisdom
Prayer feels like only wishing
I’m still pulling his hair from my creases
He’s still putting together his thesis
Wrapped up in all of me
Until all life ceases
I’m cleaning out my closet
I’ve got monsters on the run
The walls they’ve got my claws in
Digging for the sun
Hit the high ground
Don’t want you around
But wait don’t go
Guess you can leave slow
I don’t want you here
But you mustn’t leave the show
Taking pride in my belongings
Put a reign on the longing
Homes should come with manuals
Basic do’s and don’ts – we’re animals
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Heyyyyy it’s almost my birthday!! 🥳
Woo hoo! I’ve got stuffs in my Amazon wishlist!
The big ticket items you can scroll past. That’s like a what if lottery ticket. The little items are just as important to me.
My therapist says painting my nails and self-care is good mindfulness practices.
So far, since starting my list, weapons and vegan fingernail polish have been gifted to me. Thank you for the gifts! 🤩
So very grateful for your support out there! For keeping me safe, fed, and in a happy place.
It lifts my spirits.
The birthday falls on August 19th. I am a Leo baby. Fire sign.
Leader of all the signs of course. 😌
Spots the establishment punish me: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal
No dreams it inspires
My bed is all wires
Covered in wool and wishes
If only walls would listen
I knew things were going left
They’re pushing me to the edges
Between the widening circle
And disappearing wedges
Where up is down
Or so he alleges
And I’m clinging to life
With stains and sledges
But underneath the bridge
His voice is clearing out the hedges
Bit by bit
Little pieces of his pledges
The default instructions prevent death
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Happy Slavery Day (we gaslight and call it independence, it’s not. It’s micromanagement, it’s a dictatorship).
Bike rides & beach content soon
I’m finally leaving the house in my swimsuit and being seen in public
So much white flesh 👀
Freckled spots. And some brown.
I’m a half-breed.
I once had angel wings.
I love you all so much
Thanks for the blogship
Is that a thang?
I just want one idea to be my own before I die
ONE CONCEPT
It sucks being kinda smart but not really
Labor
Under
Controlled
Knowledge
Byeeeeeee
(thinking of you know who always)
Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal
His path leads me to the Garden of the Gods
Like lightning rods
His heart is hard
A place to guard
I radiate the potential for havoc
Learning to control the devil’s habit
Pain is covered with calcite, tissue, and muscle
I chose to be invisible until one day I clearly was
How do you have so much resolve to be so hateful
I am dust and cloud
Unploughed
Shrouded in form
Ready to be born
So what! You got caught looking!
You crawled into a planted trap!
It’s humiliating!
The world doesn’t give a crap!
Society is breeding evil
The devil in control
But I’m so tired of cutting people
That do not have a soul
Dying is a ceremony
Beware false prophet
Poison product
He’s nihilism
Keeps soul in prison
Never first position
I’m color-coded
Disorganized and bloated
Sorely hated, duly noted
Born foreboded
I’m a threat everywhere
My beauty, my scorn
I give up on everything
But then I’m back again reborn
Watch your step
One regret can lead to death
JOHN JONES WAS MURDERED
The breakdown is the breakthrough
I sometimes see him in the mirror
Confused on what it means
Wish vision would appear clearer
Then I’d understand the hope he brings
I wish a man would make me feel like a woman
But instead, they beat and hold me to the floor;
Tell me, I’m not worth fighting for
Society is an echo chamber
We live in a closed containment
The earth is what we name it
My own hurts are a form of hell
Complete discipline to be well
Father, please do not let me deny him three times
He appears like a soul mirror
A waterbed with daffodil
He is Lake Superior
The calmness and the still
I go in circles when I get lost
It’s disconcerting
A personal holocaust
The slow delay in becoming
I have a hard time connecting to the devil’s circle
An open world
And he’s a lure
Traversing the obscure
He’s at my door
Constantly banging
Begging for more
I’m flame and fire
The netherworld
The scent of death
I still can’t feel things yet
I’ll give you the grand tour
But there is no cure
And do I not know you well?
You fought for insecure
Now you’re not so sure
You’re all impure
I remember needle and thread
I wrote the book on dread
Your main desire
Well look ahead
Goddess or prior
I think you should retire
Those images in your head
(I’m no liar) (I’m no liar) (I’m no liar)
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I’m thinking of re-activating my Patreon, with 1 tier only of exclusive poetry monthly, not posted anywhere else.
I’m also working with eBay, to reactivate my seller account, and get back to selling rarities. I have amazing reviews from my time on eBay.
I don’t know why I don’t enjoy what little bit of stuff I have, I just feel like it would be in better hands with people who would actually use it.
I don’t want that many responsibilities, I want to go hiking and shit when the time comes.
I wanna be outdoors.
Not inside concrete walls.
Crawling back to life. ❤️🩹
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It hurts
Coming into
And out of
Existence
Survival of the fittest
Loving and hating
In an instance
Constraints
And passive resistance
I knew you’d listen
Sit and solemnly glisten
You ain’t a Christian
The Devil
He’s always got an ear
Curious what I’m doing here
Losing
But so persistent
I ain’t his assistant
Says dying’s a privilege
Though takes a village
I found it torturous
Living inside somebody else
Developing unwell
Hell was not a hotel
Well it sucks where he’s hung
Well it sucks where he’s home
Well it sucks and it’s wrong
13 years since he’s gone
I am microbes
Thinning lines
And cyclones
A child –
Of God though
I am poetry
I am his flow
He’s thorns
Pinched against blackness
His tongue adorns
The mood with madness
He comes with horns
It takes some practice
To leave without his scorns
Are you a poem?
A book open?
Or an arpeggio?
A pyroclastic flow?
His ship
Is parked near mine
Ill fated trip
We’ve lost our mind
With pistol grip
Attached through rhyme
No time to slip
Need to align
The first and the last
He doesn’t know loyalty
Heart in a cast
Heavens tears have no buoyancy
They were overheard
Discussing the context
Of my blade
The shape
By whom it’s made
Hanging from my back
But quick to display
I fucking hate this goddamn town / so I’m gonna stick around
I met the Devil once
During somnolence
No proof
In the form of documents
I know how important that must have meant…
Is the moon a projector
Projecting your love
Do you wanna move to Puerto Rico?
Price is right for the ego
His poetry is local to the firmament; just like the sunrise or the sunset…
Apple
Eden
Or fruit to ward off evil?
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Lord almighty someone sent me a donation and I just spent it all on food! 🤩
I’m talking fresh organic meats and produce! Scheduled to be delivered today! And I don’t even have to worry about anybody stealing it because I have to sign for it! Now the delivery charge was more than what I was making when I was working as a Lyft and Uber driver but…
My wheels are down – but apparently the Walmart marketplace now delivers! And – because I received such a nice donation, was able to purchase my food for the month!
I’m not ashamed to say that I have been living month to month off of food donations from the church pantry and the Salvation Army, which I can no longer get to because my wheels are currently down, so this donation just allowed me to be able to buy some food and have it delivered!!
I bought the part I needed for my ride! I’m only 19 no’s away from finding someone to help me fix it finding the courage to fix it myself.
The good news is, I did fix my bike!
But, we almost got killed riding yesterday. A car nearly wiped us out. Despite me waiting for the traffic signal to signal and flash WALKING.
Surprisingly, she turned around and came back
“Are you alright”
“Yes but that was scary. Thank you for coming back and checking on us”
“That was close” she said
She was a young driver and probably will be much more careful coming through traffic signals from now on because she nearly took out a girl and a dog on a bike
I told my dog that she was not a demon because she came back to check on us and I know that was hard for her to do
I guess we had a guardian angel looking after us because she was flying
It didn’t matter that I had the right away and I even waited a second to make sure there wasn’t any traffic but
Food is incoming
Chicken. Turkey. Beef. Milk. Bread. Eggs. Cheese. All the things! 🤩
The things I never get from food donations (rare).
I don’t know what you wanted me to spend my money on but food is absolutely a priority and a necessity in my life and not junk food.
My dog is also happy and behaving extremely well for bike rides and soon-to-be good homecooked eating
I’ve been deep cleaning my apartment because my name is on the lease and I’m not going anywhere because God wants me in the Lions den
I discovered that there are a lot of churches in the nearby vicinity that maybe I could start riding my bike to
After all, this broken heart of mine has already walked 5 miles in the last couple weeks
We live in hell and I don’t trust any of these assholes because they would jump you
Two people just got arrested out here where I live and one of the guys was out here yelling that the other guy was a pedophile
I think it was two children though that got arrested because they were trying to defend themselves you know because they were being threatened to have their fucking lives demolished by the psychotic adults
“I got it on film” he yelled
And the weekend is just getting started so who knows who else might get arrested
I’ve opened up all my windows for maximum effect
“Do not fear”
M’kay but like… Why did you make every aspect of life threatening?
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Here lies
A bed of thorn
And on the seventh day
Revenge is born
No compromise
Tongue forewarned
And on the seventh day
The world will mourn
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
You mean it’s been two days since I dropped you a poem? Unacceptable.
We did this together! Thank you for not ghosting me! 🤩
I love you!!!
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And if I ever ran you off or offended you, I really was not myself! Maybe I was, I dunno!
I’m trying to develop and grow.
Unfortunately, sometimes I make mistake after mistake before I learn. It’s called growing pains.
But, one thing I’ve always been on my blog, is transparent. Loopy and all. 🤪
Maybe my mask is my insanity. But, I discovered the root cause of my depression. This society. Like duh.
The gaslighting is intended to cause one to go insane.
Cut me and dear Edgar some slack?
He already died from that.
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You outta put your tongue inside a goddess
You sit around and wear the devil’s harness
You outta put your tongue on what a god is
You’re a product of unprogress
© Delia Ross. 2022
If the CDC can change the dictionary meaning of what a woman is, then I can make words up and I miss doing so – let’s start a new language!
*sound cue the blues guitar*
(It’s a song in my head) 🤪
The earth is the ether
Everything we’ve done laid beneath her
Observation changes outcome
But never what I’ve done
I’ll never get to hold your son
We’ll never get to live as one…
Find someone who wants to love you and let them love you good
Don’t do stuff to hurt them and treat them like you should
I can see your shadow
Reflecting off the ground
I can see your body
Though nobody is around
Not all heroes wear a cape
Some smiling faces full of ache
A soldier’s weapon ain’t his blade
Might find him praying in the shade
One might grow up but still not age
Discoloration in the grass
I know he bled her last
The poet’s hope is a shield of nope
I sleep with knife under pillow
One eye on the blade
Certifications are dusty
I still made the grade!
I knew I would die before I was born
I entered life with so much scorn
I obviously wasn’t happy about coming here (why) (what did I know) (remember who you are)
Even mountains crumble
God can make a rumble
I sleep with a Glock
I keep the safety off
He came down from Orlando
Took the bus though
Sat by the window?
Not home no more
From life to morgue
How do you know me?
Been only suffering…
There’s static energy in the air
I can still feel it there
I can feel it everywhere
English is the language of the Illuminati.
Numbers and spells, but their words never haunt me!
If it moves like a snake, it might be sly
If it’s blue as a lake, it could be sky…
For me, death was failure and not an option
Life not an auction
Still heart was throbbing
Lung decomposing
But soul was hoping
That he still loved me
Forever eternity
We are born without clothing
So why call me unholy
How long does it take for a soul to decompose?
Could you let my twin flame know?
I want to break out of the zero energy field
All the sin you yield
The end is a human construct, time doesn’t exist. Remember this.
A soldier is best dressed with guns and knives;
I don’t tell no lies
He came by bus, left by feet
Thought he was discreet
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
They added a third charge. Illegal immigration. And what, now he gets a free home in the US forever paid for by us? No. Off with his head.
They said he sliced their necks open so far he almost decapitated both of them
And now he gets free dental, sunshine, and housing
While the vets are homeless and starving
Like Edgar Allan Poe, who was an officer who died on the fucking street of starvation and hunger
You should’ve seen me storming into the Daytona Beach police station demanding to speak to somebody “with some compassion” because I didn’t want to die on the street like him but they claim it’s just a “federal matter” and “nothing they can do”
Policy China’s social credit system / Hitler’s regime is still in charge
Oops! How did I go from poetry to politics.
I’m a Soldier 24/7 even out of uniform
I see Chess pieces moved that you haven’t considered
Maybe sometimes
But also the math is wrong 🤨
Have you considered a different formula or equation?
One that wasn’t written to fit the illuminati’s reality?
We have an abundance of free energy
Homeschooling is a thang 👍
Do you enjoy conjugating verbs?
Or, are you mixing up allegories, just like you’re mixing herbs?
Do you stir them in a pot with tender tendons and neurotic nerves?
Are they fossilized in lies, to see how love preserves?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Another freestyle. Maybe one of my top ten best written micropoems? 🤔
I wrote this about my muse (but I’m not allowed to have any secrets anymore).
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He falls like snow
Gently weeping
Hope crystallized
White and pristine
And do my wings fall deeply
Leaving patterns unstained
Just memories to remain
He comes like cold December waving
Celestial dreaming
Calm and endless
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Look at how you carve through precious stone-
You go from cherished to disowned!
If this is how you treat what you cherish-
Spear the love, see if it will perish?
Cherished muse-
You have 20 more to replace for every one you lose!
Let me tell you what you wish;
A face you really could cherish!
He can turn water into poison
You’ll never know you were chosen
He can turn truth into erosion
He’s got fire but it is frozen
Don’t call on him to have pity
You won’t find any in his city
Crossing wires like love is infinity
He is guilty
He’s not bold
He’d whimper and fold
He looks old
But that’s the price of cold?
It’s a balancing act
Trying to remain intact
After privacy is lacked
And seeing through any mask
How did all these years come to pass
Living hour by hour under glass
When did mere living come last
Crawling these circles full mask
How many roads of lies were paved
When did summer turn to grave
Too broken or damned to save
“Regret” on tomb engraved
She’s got everything hasn’t she?
She has his time, admiration, and money.
Still, she’s confused on who to be.
Meanwhile, I’m a fish out of water,
He doesn’t care if I die or breathe
I got iron steel regret
How heavy can it get?
I’ll find out yet
Weighing every bet
Pinching any nerve left
I’ll fail each and every test
I’m the very best at less
I’m the best at less!!!
I do terrible things
For love
In everything absent of –
I don’t rise above
If only disappointment were a page to turn
If dismay were a sunray
But I chew on bitterness
Bewildered from his poison seed
I pack worry in a suitcase
Toss my rainboots in a tree
Laced with lies received
It’s how I bleed
I sometimes think you are many faces
Filling spaces
Second bases
All these places
You assemble hope in tied up laces
Watching over me like the moon in phases
Carrying me over trouble through midnight races
Love is like the beginning and end
There will be no headstone
No grave
From life to dust
I’m not okay
Deny me love. I will appeal.
I’ve been berated
Words sophisticated
Now time is hated
Black holes where waited
Hours wasted
Love is not how it tasted
Love is not how it tasted
At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been
And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in
Could fit all I am in a tiny box
Cheap, won’t cost a buck
Disposable and out of luck
And for me, he doesn’t give a fuck
Well thank you for leaving me where I didn’t want to be.
He’s been charged with possession of stolen property.
You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Treat darkness like an overpass
Lay down a red carpet full of glass
Ask the Sun if it’s okay to bask
Precious love is always last
You turn a word into a ton of weight
Can make a damaged heart dilate
Stop all of hope with an iron gate
And take holy love to desecrate
You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Make an angel take a dirty bath
I’ve seen the dead rise from the ink you spill
Not even god can escape the gravity of your will
You dig tunnels just for thrill
See how many you can kill
Come to me
By frothy sea
Shine your light
I fancy thee
Red shift, blue shift
I don’t give a shit
I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon
Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running
Your lies only come by the dozen
You can knock but you can’t come in
The darkness covers all but it’s my coven
You ain’t welcome here again
I’m having trouble facing things
Or how the sorrow becomes permanent encasings
Though a bullet to the skull wouldn’t phase me
A daily crucifixion, the only life I’m facing
You’re cruel
Using me as your fuel
You’re not my tool
I drink from the carton
And I never show my enemy just how I’m hurtin’
I draw the curtain
And if you catch me taking a nap
Are you for certain?
I’m a rib from your side
A curse like Dracula’s bride
Or Bonnie and Clyde
I drink your love like cyanide
Mixed with hope and rhyme
Cut the cord yes I certainly did
Filled my home with darkness so thick I hid
Over valleys of crying I skid
Death and chaos is order
Loving him made me older
Even a glowing moon can’t comfort the way you smother
You’re a terrible lover
Always lying under cover
You don’t love her
You have only mind to wonder
Less a heart just feet with thunder
Get going you monster
Well, how much more dead can you get?
I don’t know what it’s like to be desired
If I had purpose it’s now expired
My wings expand but heart is tired
Tell me what in life is required?
Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?
Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy?
You let me crash on your soul in frenzy
I’m dizzy
Did you not need me?
Did you know moons were glowing with envy?
Heartache cost not a penny
But I got plenty
If you need any?
Gone
But left my heart to disassemble on its own
I left it rotting on your throne
Caring too much for desensitized bone
Lust your carried tomb
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown
Got dressed up all like I had no where to goes-
But I did and I do, I have people to impose
There are parts of me that are dying
Fragile cells multiplying
Swamps forming from lying
Weeping willows heard crying
Edges of time his mind
I go missing every time
His rhyme
Holding me to crime
His line
Wishing on a dime
Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met
Heaven is risky but I took the step
You feel like eternity in an instance
Gotta keep our distance
Every day there’s some new tragic fate with you.
Evolve or repeat.
Why hold on to something when all our sums have failed
Why give me any hope when there’s holes within my sails
I fell in love with a monster
Spying on ways he would watch her
Twisting and burning for answer
Changing moments to cancer
I can smell the lie on his tongue
I can see the tar clear in his lung
I know every direction he’s coming from
I know evil is where he sprung
I can see his shadow hanging low
Like a spider crawling slow
He’s not here to help you grow
A web of lust his afterglow
He brings you presents wrapped as lies
When dressed as shame he’ll change
devise
To maintain charm he’ll risk goodbyes
God they’re all the same
Using lies to earn your trust
We’re just a game
You think you know their name
Then learn the truth now you’re to blame
God says I can’t save them all-
Focus on the stars, I know about the stars
So I’m on my knees, I wallow in these scars
God says, watch how the colors bleed-
How it’s flowing free
We’re only allowed pockets of energy
Stop serving good vibes to those deserving of goodbyes
If only there were a fence that lead me to your green pastures.
Or if love were the grandest gestures.
Would it cease our need of treasures?
And increase in heart our pleasures?
I’m hanging onto life with all I have left
And you I’m clinging to with every single breath
He grew obsessed after every loss
The thing he loved, became his cross
Still over mountains, he gave it all
And how he sweat, she never saw
From the top, to the bottom, to rising again
Deserted deserts, losing treasures, our feet have been
Over powered, over run, still fit to win
The trouble with hope, it burrows under your skin
How can heaven weigh this?
Are you not why heaven fell?
How many lies are you leading
The light receding
And was I ever in your field of needing?
How many lives proceeding
How wave after wave pummeled
Darkness fully tunneled
I don’t want to be known for the wars I fought –
Or the hate I taught
I don’t belong here
With the putrid
Though the dead more alive
I bit more than I can chew
I am stupid
Got the devil in my crew
I invited evil to dance
Then got muted
The devil in a trance
I see through mask like a pattern
Deeply rooted
Though in the dark he was my lantern
He has to be very careful
Of who, of what, of when, of why
Every step he makes is sterile
Of love, of care, of hope, or I
I am replaceable
A traveler straight to erasable
He is obsessed with her
And her and her
But me it’s always never
I can handle extreme pressure under fire
But put me in the cold and I will expire
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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It’s a new year, a new start
My body’s not a work of art
I’ve lost my shape, my form, but not my heart
I give you all I have to part
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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My love, if you’ve ever known truth, know my tongue
Love is the reason for why I’ve come
Heaven is leaking from my lung
I look on you and continents and oceans disappear
Into the thin atmosphere
Wishing you were here
I hope one day you find the street that leads to my arms.
He didn’t know what to tell her,
He didn’t want to lie.
He just knew anything was better,
Than the truth he had to hide.
I read them…
They just don’t draw attention
Not like yours
I’m alive in your world
Like leopards leaping giants
Our history to be explored
I’m alive forevermore
Your words are gems on peaceful shores
Do you think they’ll ever find our matching hidden doors?
Love written like puzzle pieces
Rearranged and then re-written
I’m smitten!
Insert your phrase like a vampire
I’ve been bitten!
Got me itching!
Crawling over the people I’m ditching!
She’s a Goddess hidden under crutch,
What price would you pay to feel her touch?
I’m still a favorite under veil
A full moon can shine from hell
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
So stick around if you wanna. I need to stop screwing around and get a schedule put together for Twitch so I can start bringing open mic night to you. Loving people with depression requires a lot of patience. That’s probably why I don’t have a lot of people that love me. But if people would stop treating me like shit, I probably wouldn’t be depressed. So goes the circle of life.
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Everyone musta always been scavenging for food and water, typical supplies, but I was looking for the hidden stashes and bongs. I wanted medical grade marijuana, not that pharmaceutical junk. What they didn’t know was I had found a stash a few houses back, and I was still on the fence on whether I wanted them to know I had been looking for it. I had enough stress. My pain levels were at their max. I had grouped up with six others 2 nights ago, presumably most from the same neighborhood as I, or more importantly, mentally sound. Some had mentioned being vets, I could no longer trust anyone, and even my small group was suspect.
Here’s what we know. About 2 weeks ago an attack happened in the city, power was lost immediately following, cell communications down, radio and television silence, emergency service null.
So anyway, a couple days back I found a flavor jar under some kids bed, probably a teenager sixteen or 17, judging by the room. Signs of a struggle were seen throughout the condo, I fathom to ponder what has become of the owners of the unit. We lived and shared a fairly big neighborhood, yet barely lifted a chin of recognition when driving or walking by. But the kid had good taste with classic posters on his wall. When I saw the Floyd tapestries, I had hoped that there’d be some bud stashed away. And there was. I quickly pocketed it before the others could catch me.
To be continued…
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Black holes are the pupils of space
Light enters but can’t escape
Like the poetry we make
It enters but isn’t opaque
Still our eyes partake
Absorbing the love and the ache
The connection we create –
Will never go extinct in this place
© Delia Ross. 2020
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You’re free to go
Where the wind will blow
Disassemble and row
Nobody gotta tell yah so
So go on and show
What your feet can stow
Hello, good evening Tormentor
May I call you Mister?
Mister Tormentor?
Word hipster
Hard hitter
Love quitter
Still with her?
I go from tuning
To finely pruning
They say I’m ruin
I got sin brewin’
His voice is a soothing surf
Not a curse
I need him and it’s getting worse
For what it’s worth
Our lives aren’t permanent
I was born and in effect, I’m not perfect
Still mistakes you’ll erect
On display my regret
1, 2, 3, now it’s set
I’ll admit, I changed my bet
But you are dead and now I’m next
He was gone
But his eyes kept looking back
And now love was a balancing act
Her heart atrophied
From the love it lacked
It is so obvious to me concepts
But then I am gullible and miss steps
She cried so much
He made a levee
But it just keeps flooding
Her tears are heavy
There is more bad than there is good
It gets to me more than it should
Constantly pretending it doesn’t hurt at all
Restart. Repurpose. Throw it up against a wall
Reorganize disaster before they see the fall
Rejection. Redirection. He will not take a call
Taste the sin, twice the infection
Long-distance waiting, I cannot face inspection
Hours non-debating and time shows no affection
A trip to my own mind, a nightmare his direction
Everyday, I’m waking up triggered
Just today, frustration got bigger
He must exist in some galaxy far from reach;
Like my company he won’t seek
I’m stone but you cut through me like water; making me soft yet harder.
There’s a positive and a negative in everything I’ve learned; even the outcome…
I peer into my dream as if you’re there –
A hundred million reasons why I care
His words a sword cutting through stone; I guess I’d rather be alone.
Read the lines in between, I do get what you mean and, I’m not searching for a thing…
Transforming into high seas
Don’t wanna be on my knees
Or marching in an army
My dreams of him live in endless meadows
Where fears have been foreclosed
Never near the brink of extinction
Our love can never decompose
And now he’s building a nest
Right where her heart beats best
Both try to speak though tongue was held
They try to walk but they both failed
Sinners have acute senses sinning
One day she looked down at her hands and didn’t recognize them anymore.
Wounds she carries of others crosses.
Her hearts too heavy from all these losses.
Wrap me in your worlds; only want your words.
You’re always passing by
Why don’t you come inside
And stay awhile by my side
Secrets aren’t for telling
Even when we’re yelling
Secrets aren’t for selling
Even where you’re dwelling
I don’t know if he’s iron or sorcery / He’s got a hold on me
They come, they go
I’m high, then low
The trouble with worry is that I worry there’s trouble.
He yells “retreat, I am the dark”
But, he is the way for light to embark
It takes both to fuel the heart
And when it comes to love they hit the mark
“…You have to cut the cord”
“No, I can’t live without you…”
“Babe, you can’t stop existing just because I do” (love is keepsake, love is forever)
I gave you my best angles
My mess and my tangles
She said, “you finally showed up. Took the damn end of the world, too…”
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I conjure words
Give them silhouette and form
Watch them rise a storm
Make them flood the world
I give idea method
For world’s unexplored
Breathing is only second
After pen is born
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He’ll die a hundred times before his death
He’ll stand a coward as he holds his breath
He’s never loved but that’s my guess
Misunderstood and second-best
© Delia Ross. 2020
Look, I don’t think he is second-best but I believe he does and so he cowers into the man he will never be. It’s easier for him to die than it is to step. To become the man he could be. That takes real effort. Perhaps courage is what he lacks. He needs to go see The Wizard of Oz. I mean it’s the end of the world, no better time… And while he’s there I hope he gets me those little ruby red slippers. They will only fit my feet. Cuz he’s my home. TETHERED. And there’s nothing he can do about it..
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His love is suffocating
Like radiation decaying
He blasts it over me
It’s uncomforting
His love is like an ocean drying
But he’s not my reason for crying
He’s not even the mountain I’m climbing
Or ever wind for wings flying
His love is like a toxic spill
Leaking down a hill
Heading for the kill
A place I’d never heal
© Delia Ross. 2020
Ahem, y’all ever have someone you don’t know, just randomly claim they love you? There’s a guy I never had one conversation with message me to tell me he was completely in love with me. In hindsight, I wonder if I’m reaping what I sow. Does the guy I claim I’m in love with think of me the way I think of this guy? I hope not. Him and I, at least had some conversations together, I always enjoyed his spoken word and he even did some spoken word for me once so I know what he looks like. I know why I love him. I know why he makes my blood boil and my heart beat. I know why my soul is connected to his like a tether. I know why he makes me completely black with jealousy. I know why I long for him and cry for him. I know. But this other guy who loves me, I don’t know at all. Anything. Maybe I do. Read the poem.
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Creature of the night and of the wind
And with his lie my heart will end
I’m just a toy made for his sin
It’s just a game I’ll never win
Long is night without a friend
Hard is trust with no begin
Hand outstretched but will not tend
Though like an angel I did descend
© Delia Ross. 2020
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It’s been a minute since I’ve shared one of these, half broken dreams and poetry. It’s like I’m ripping apart from the seams. Go ahead, take a piece of me.
How foolish to believe he could love a girl like me
A girl who’s good and full of integrity
How stupid to think I had any charm
I’m just a girl avoiding harm
But the sun it never sleeps
And my heart it always weeps
But the secrets that you carry
Are too much for one to bury
I am hard on the edges
Always hanging off of ledges
He is soft as a peach
A heart enriched and simply sweet
He is a moving sea
Wrapped up in poetry
The way it moves with me
So gently
The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountains…
If only he’d given us a chance, we might have got it right.
He’s like a midnight haunting
I’m always wanting
The way he taunts me
It’s like he wants me
Taking off my clothes on some days is harder than facing an enemy with a bomb…
Their tongues instantly went in orbit around each other.
He has a different touch
It’s not layered with thorns
And underneath his surface
There isn’t any horns
Her lips turn centuries
The way he lets her hang onto forever
She burns like midnight oil
But like a wildfire let her burn
Then the seeds will come
You just sit there letting yourself harden
Where is your heart then
May I still tend?
You, you are home
Your words my magic kingdom
Your mind a wicked garden
Your voice my heart’s beacon
Why does she get all of the reward?
She’s putting lipstick on her cracks
As she crawls around his back
Any love for her I lack
I am married to doubt
My tears falling devout
Like rain coming down a sprout
I’m given out
Danger here be the heart. All poetry be in my veins.
It comes at me like three round burst
The anxiety is getting worse
The loss of hope is where it hurts
History is going to be written whether we succeed or fail.
Keep your heart open they say
But now uninvited guests have come to stay
Condemnation building like condensation.
Truth bites and barks like a rabid dog
I pretend there is life in the lie
Reason knocks hurrily like he’s got somewhere to be
I told him to get lost
I drowned him with liquor
© Delia Ross. 2020
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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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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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I make decisions I know I’ll regret later
And I don’t know why I pop around, the truth is that I hate her
In disgust, I watch how her little minions all think that she’s greater
But she’s the equivalent of an asteroid making a crater
And what he sees in her requires a calculator
And a wallet, then add sex, she’s just around for labor
But then she removes her panties and she just isn’t my flavor
Maybe she thinks exposing herself is doing us a favor
Well, for him, I’m sorry, but it’s the only motivator…
© Delia Ross. 2020
SORRY NOT SORRY 👇👇👇
Warning, the following is a rant you best avoid but I needed to do it for my own fucking sanity… I only speak the truth. 👇
It’s not that I have anything against sex workers in particular, it’s just, I don’t like her, in particular. She’s gross, she lies, I can’t get the image of her vagina burned out of my mind, I know he sticks his dick in her (she’s cheap, AKA free), she emotionally blackmails him, and while he may put her in ropes, she’s the one that’s got him chained, she’s a pyramid scheme to her own fanbase which was built on lies, she pretends she’s a publishing company and acts like a cheap whore. It’s not hard to make your blog private if there is nudity, it’s kinda the fooking rules. But I guess she wants to help contribute to ruining our children in America with free porn yah!! (I’m sorry but close up shots of just your vagina is fucking porn). I hate her because she came to my blog spreading her fucking jealousy which led me to go check out her blogs and then I had to see her exposed vagina which I didn’t want to fucking see… And if I had paid to see that shit, I would have asked for a refund for real. But now she needs to pay for my fucking therapy to get her out of my head. I mean, why she assumes everyone wants to just come to her blog and see her fucking vagina up close!?! It wasn’t even like, neat. Like, I complain at people for posting pictures of their hands up close if they don’t even fucking have the decency to get a manicure beforehand or put lotion on… It was hard enough coming to terms with the fact that them two are in a thing together. I’m not jealous of her body trust me, I don’t think she’s worked out a day in her life. You could go fishing with how coarse her hair is and judging by the looks of it she probably does. I’m not jealous of her fake fanbase that she’s created by pulling her panties off and lying to them. It’ll be a long day in hell before she releases her hold on him, I wouldn’t put it past her that she blackmails him. I’d bet my soul right now that he’s trapped, it’s no wonder their time together is always turbulent. I don’t like her for many many reasons there are for not liking a person. She’s bad all around. There’s good people like me and then there’s deceitful people like her who try to make you believe that I’m the bad person… I don’t like her because she’s a hugely bad influence for the love of my life. I don’t like her because she pretends to be a nice person, but if she was really a nice person she would have followed my blog when she came to it originally leaving all the comments that she did, but she is as fake as they come, she did it out of spite and jealousy only, and hoping that I would go check out her blogs like I did and find out the stuff that I did and now I have to watch her be all friendly to all the other bloggers we follow… In the beginning I was even stupid enough to follow her blog but I didn’t understand why she came and left me all those comments but never followed my blog but later it all made sense and I figured it out… (obvious facts they both deny). She never had any intentions of following my blog because she was jealous of him writing poetry about me while he was fucking her. Sad truths. But we all run in the same circle, so I have to see all of them support each other but leave me out… cuz I’m the problem LOL LOL and more poetic rants likely to come because I need more therapy for how much I can’t fucking stand her…
I feel slightly better after the rant.
And even after all the horrible shit I have learned, I still love him… Why? Why does the why even matter anymore? Him and I are the modern Romeo and Juliet. I swear we are. He’s beautifully dark and I love him. I just can’t stand her… And I’ve already gone through my period of slashing him through my poetry, I completely crucified him for real. But he still carried my cross. And loved me. And I still love him. And I still have the hope of one day and she can’t fucking take that from us… or our poetry. 👍👍👍
(even if he convinces y’all that none of it is about me)… mirror please) 😇😇😇😇
Listen, I’m not the smartest girl on the block, but I’m also not the dumbest and I know what’s real and I know what’s not. I love him and he must really love me too because he’s never actually blocked me anywhere despite the fact that I have crucified him more than once but he must have known how much I was hurting because deep down I have a reason to be hurting because this shit is actually real it’s actually fucking real and happening in real time right fucking now and it’s NOT just imaginary in my head. And even if his words aren’t always for me they heal me the same. I love him and I know that I’m his favorite love. He has many girls who love him but none who love him as much as I do. My love was made for him. The thing is, I can need him and set him free because it is real love and it keeps coming back to me. And I wish I didn’t dislike her the way I do because then maybe it would make it easier for him and I to be friends and follow each other again, but that’s exactly what she doesn’t want. She needs control. She’s also very co-dependent on him. I’m not because it is true love. I probably could have liked her had she not been a deceitful jealous spiteful conniving bitch. So, I’m sorry my love, but I think you can do better still. xoxo
And to the bitch this is about, get in the sea already…
SORRY NOT SORRY
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I walk over streets frozen with fear
I crawl through tunnels of bravery
I’d travel an entire light-year
To catch a moment of you
How tall are words bleeding from your mouth
I lick them and smear them over insecurities
I wrap them with silence
And tie a pretty bow over truth
If only lies had butterfly wings
And soft landings
Were they short-lived
And weightless
Or sat bundled in a cocoon
Per chance they were released in the night
And lit up like fireflies
Could we catch them easily?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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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… 🤓
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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
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
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…
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
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…
Juggling bills
Swallowing pills
Killing the feels
Offering new deals
Promising cheers
Wherever there’s thrills
Upgrading my skills
Prepping for chills
Losing our wills
Marching in drills
Love without refills
© Delia Ross. 2019
Mistakes come and mistakes go
But love is threaded in the soul
You can cling to hate like a black hole
But it’ll leave you feeling less than whole
You can drop the rope and lose control
Or turn your heart black like charcoal
© Delia Ross. 2019
Forgiveness, yo… Free yer mind, give love, more love
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
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Searched inside the churches
But also in the trees
While riding inside hearses
And boats lost out on sea
Searched through rhyme and curses
And houses where they tease
I went through many purses
Trying to find his key
I even made a purchase
Thinking love ain’t free
And on and on these searches
Always came up empty
I built a house for worship
Envisioned to be seen
In hell I found him furthest
And he did not want me
© Delia Ross. 2019
Searching for a bridge to currently jump off
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