Torn took 2nd place in under 24 hours after being published π
Is this how you tell people you love them? π
Asking for a friend π
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Denmark + Millions of Dead Mink + COVID nightmare
apple.news/AezbQhdQtTcq_qdKuHANtuw
What in the actual fuck
Excuse me while I fucking disassociate againοΏΌ
Racism against WHITE PEOPLE
RACISM, BIGOTY, & SEXISM IN 2021
“Self-centered pieces of shit”- you realize he’s talking about white people, right? Then I’m called a bitch.
You still supporting this racist piece of fucking shit???
WHERE THE BLOGGERS AT?? HAD THIS BEEN REVERSED, I’D BEEN CRUCIFIED!!!
HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH. RACISM EXISTS IN 2021 AGAINST WHITE PEOPLE!!!
WHITE LIVES DON’T MATTER!!!
Stay woke!!!
“KILL ALL THE WHITE PEOPLE/ THEN WE’LL BE FREE” (-) https://youtu.be/_ptC2La7k5E
Lilith – a 20 word poem
She is spiteful
Like a spear into your side
She’ll act delightful
Spike the sponge with cyanide
She’s fucking stifle
Β© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I curse & rhyme. Sorry not sorry?
I know Adam likes to Gaslight the world and make everyone believe that I’m the root of all evil but let’s not forget about Lilith please.
Cunning
I drink from the carton
And I never show my enemy how I’m hurtin’
I draw the curtain
And if you catch me taking a nap
Are you for certain?
Β© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Sometimes you gotta fight for justice after a wrongful crucifixion. Course plot redirected.
Bitch, I’m on fire! *giggles*
Oh. You thought I was smiling. How cute.
A Great Awakening
Now falls upon me a great awakening
Every hour ink is spilling from my pen
From feet to earth to heart again
When does aching end?
How do I demand for time to repent?
Give him a moment for light to ascend?
Wipe from my hand all he condemned?
He makes a terrible friend!
Eyes bleeding from all they comprehend
Faces turning from where they have been
Islands growing thinner from terrible sin
I am sick of him!
Β© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Control (Freestyle Spoken Word TikTok video)
You think you’re in control because I need your money?
You think I believe the lies you spread like honey?
I could leave without a care, my world would still be sunny!
The devil won’t even challenge me, says I’m the perfect study!!
Β© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Nevermind me. Busy pushing everyone the fuck away.
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Scowl
You’ve got a scowl that drains the mood out of a moon
Still the stars will wander, hoping to see you soon
You’ve got a hundred million ways, to make the clouds swoon
You exhale and turn continents into doom
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
May or may not be a true story. It’s like his pen is judge and juror. And I am the crime. Welp. Does anybody still read rhyme? π
Is there anyone I haven’t pushed away? π
It takes like iron will to not think at all…
I’ve got rust-free iron walls. π
Welps. Can’t even produce a non-rhyme. π
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Hanging By
I’m verified
Terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
Crucified
No reason why
Don’t care to cope
It’s suicide
He’s all a lie
Too tired to try
Life is a rope
I’m hanging by
I’m verified
But terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
My jealous side
I’m hanging by
My jealous side
It’s suicide
Β© Delia Ross. 2020 / @PoeEternal
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Ghosting
Suicide is the ultimate ghosting
Silver bullets for toasting
Give the world a final roasting
It’s the direction I am coasting
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
Forever Exists In You And I
In my dreams, wide awake, his kisses cause rainbows to form
For his existence helps lessen the storm
And every word is shaped by his form
And in these poems are how I’m born
He’s the prompt for starlight
Or how eyes have sight
He’s the moon at midnight
And for every word I write
Β© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
Our equation reads: I love you times infinity (squared). Can you put that into a formula for us?
SHADOWBANNED- IT’S A THANG!
Instagram will never use the term “shadowban” but that’s exactly what it is. So if you’ve been searching my hashtag, you’re not going to find me in the results.
Same goes for you. And you. And you…
We’ve all been ghosted.
I’m just giving you a heads-up that we’ve all been shadowbanned, so if you’re out there using hashtags on your social media sites, they’re not even working.
I don’t know how long the shadowban is going to go on but I imagine it’s going to go on for until after the election results come in and probably for even days after.
But like using a hashtag in a story that last 24 hours, useless.
And expecting people to find your work under your hashtag, also uselesss until the Illuminati allow us to not be fucking shadowbanned anymore.
After which hopefully hashtags show up in the search again.
Facebook and Instagram are the same entities and owned by the same company (so I don’t understand people who go, ‘I’m getting off Facebook’ but then stay or get on Instagram). *facepalm*
THEY ARE ONE AND THE SAME BASICALLY. BIG BRO OWNS INSTA TOO.
Hey Mark Zuckerberg what’s up??? I am so ready for that new virtual reality stuffs! I got you with the notifications on. But, I never got the shadowban memo. I was just writing a poem about how the love of my life has shadowbanned me and then I wondered if I had actually been shadowbanned and saw the notification in the search results that you had in fact, shadowbanned me. *le sigh* Can I catch a break???
The key information to take from all of this is, if you’re trying to search for your favorite artist via hashtags- recent stuff will not come up in the search results- as well as to know- that the flow of information is being controlled on the internet. Stay woke!
I haven’t been on Twitter in days but I imagine the same shit is happening over there too. Twitter is not owned by FaceBook/Instagram but most of these companies support the Illuminati. *ahem cough*
I’m a nice bitch so I just thought you should know because it’s a lot of work sometimes using hashtags for them to not even work properly. MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS FOR REAL. OMFG.
If you’re out there wondering why you’re getting lack of likes, or follows, or attention in general, this shadowban could be why.
You’re welcomes. Knowledge is power! Spread the words! I did goods detectives werks! xxoo @poeeternal π
Edit: more info about the shadowban from from the horse’s mouth
Chipping Into Madness
I’m slowly chipping away at the madness
Panics in the twilight with silence loud as riots
There’s smiling on my face but my head is filled with sadness
I thought he had a hand but it turns out he is spineless
I start out each day as if I’m facing Goliath
At any moment I am ready to face violence
Though humble are my feet when they are sleeping quiet
When you hear me roar you’ll learn I am a lioness
We need entire continents to separate my rage
And I don’t give a fuck if you think I act my age
Make a note on your calendar or erase the fucking page
It doesn’t change the fact we deserve a decent wage
Starving for food and love during a year long plague
I’m fairly fucking certain I’ve been yelling from my cage
But to the world full of green it’s a giant fucking stage
And they don’t ever hear a word I fucking say!!!!!
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
I SEE THROUGH MONEY TO SEE YOU EMPTY AND WANTON AND NEVER HAVING MY FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, OR RESPECT. YOU CAN’T BUY THAT. YOU CAN’T BUY ME. IT’LL BOTHER YOU ONE DAY. BUT I’M ALREADY GONE. π
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Act
I hope my exit is ripping through your home
Like the direction I go
Like the hope you don’t know
Like the love we won’t sew
I hope regret is chewing like a mole
How you’re never feeling whole
Now it’ll never be a goal
You have no soul
I prey bygones have dug a proper grave
And to lust you are a slave
Now you have a place to pray
God won’t listen anyway
I hope hell becomes your permanent cave
And your tears break wave after wave
Like my heart you failed to save
You’re living decay
I hope the winter solace becomes a permanent artifact
How with her you’re always shacked
How your truth is always blacked
Who I am, you’ll just retract
Lies! With the devil you are packed
And she clearly has your back
Every lie will leave a track
You’re both an act
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
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Mad Rhymes
‘Turn Me Blue’
Sometimes I experience words as if they are new
That’s what your written word can do
Pushing and pulling through and through
Take my breath, turn me blue
Subjunctive mood
Lay it out for me in lines
Penalized
Marginalized
Revised
By your red pen, I am chastised
Twisting and burning
Your pens always yearning
Speaking of truth as if you are learning
Replacing your mask while your lies keep turning
Every single day my anger is churning!!
Lines! Lines! The devil’s crossing, the way you’re talking!
The constant lusting, a poor man’s cursing
The way you haunt me
The nightly stalking
I can’t keep walking
I’m more than drunken babble
Jagged edges traveled
I’m more than all you saddle
Or the porn that’s on your channel
Stop pretending you’re something you’re not
The baggage you carry weighs alot
Still licking your mask for all that it’s got
Worried the truth simply might drop
I go from wanting to block him to wanting to fuck –
I go from ‘I hate him’ to “he’s my buck”…
Jagged edges
Overcrowded ledges
Falling into hedges
Deserted second pledges
Wishing things I haven’t
Rotten choices maggot
Fine tuning an old habit
Lessons always absent
Why do they always have to lay on me their personal conditions?
I want to muse not defuse the hourly emissions
Confessions, obsession, next the rejection
The highs, the lies, twice the objection
Undermining and poor correction
Next you know there’s more affection
Every step has got you guessing
But no one ever moves direction
From none to some
From some to none
From birth to young
From aged to numb
From luck to curse
To curse from luck
From fast to stuck
From good to suck
I’m still finding bones you buried
Death the only thing you married
I wasn’t around love and nurturing growing up
I was a petite girl beaten, I had it rough
My mother, my sister, my father’s, they all were tough
From blood to bruises, scruff was the stuff
The frog doesn’t know until it’s too late that the water is hot
People either loathe me or they love me alot
Maybe I’m formidable or maybe I’m not
Maybe you’re alive with a heart full of rot
He left but his silhouette remains
Life is quiet where shadow overstays
Not even a whisper asks if I’m okay
All you ever give me is your poorly drawn lines. I’ve heard this excuse now a million damn times.
Stop pretending my love is a crime
Stop telling others I’m not worth a dime
It seems you’ve laid integrity on the line
Darling, I’ll win every time
Lure her where light breaks
Offer her heartaches
Remind her of her mistakes
He made his bed though he wasn’t prepared
The road she was going he couldn’t care
It seems her worries wasn’t shared
Or maybe underneath the hiding, a boy was scared
I left you like a ton of bricks crumbling
My rearview shows the void
A boy devoid
Self-worth destroyed
There’s nothing to avoid
Tear me down
Disassemble words ticking
Fingers clicking
People bitching
Darkness my gown
Sales we’re pitching
Endless ditching
Wounds we’re stitching
Anger itching
Another smiling clown
Dreams still wishing
Lies keep twisting
Sorrows non-fixing
Love went missing
Watch me drown
I can go but the only thing it’ll prove is that I’m gone…
If only forgiveness were a page to turn
All these hills are mistakes I’ve run
And I cannot change the things I’ve done
Got my enemies watching with a telescope
You say you hate me but you know I’m dope
I see you clinging to my every hope
You pray I’m drowning tho God is my boat
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Dead As Dead Can Be (Part 1)
You haven’t asked for forgiveness, you haven’t crossed the fence
You toss your sword then demand from me to hurry and self-inflict
You say that you are friendly with poison in your hand
You’re slurring words and defending things I’ll never understand
Your foundation is fairly dirty, there’s cracks upon the wall
Any direction I’m going, it’s likely I will fall
I warned you I was empty, I warned you I was cold
But now you are doing things I predicted would unfold
You are a drowning man, seeking a casualty
But darling if you really look you’re dead as dead can be
Poetry: it’s not what you say but how you say it…
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
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Debts
Been lost in a quarantine daze
Been circling these halls like a maze
Reaching for forgiveness but there’s been delays
Blood and tears the only currency that pays
When will I be released from his prison
When will all be forgiven
When will eyes see a life worth living
When will the stars again be risen
Wondering when my debts to him will all be paid
Reason only comes at the tips of blades
But he was there when I needed aid
Tell me how much a hero really weighs
When will the invisible no longer be hidden
Is there ever a time the truth is written
Will there ever be a day he finally listens
When will his anger be out of commission
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
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Has-been
What did I ever do for you to treat me so cruel
Why are you a genius yet act like a fool
Why is your life a valley of stool
Why do you keep acting like you’re just a tool
Why do you stay prisoner under your own rule
Why do you keep lying as if it were cool
Why does my presence get under your skin
Why does your lie always come with a grin
Why was I never allowed to be your friend
Why do you always take my heart for a spin
Why do you consider losing a win
Why do you spy on me if I’m just a has-been
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
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Final Notice
Hate you with a fever
The way you linger
As if you need her
Yet treat her cheaper
I’m shifting focus
Straight to hopeless
No other motive
Cuz now I’m lowest
I cut the tether
Release the weather
I need some pleasure
Help me grow better
So now I’m homeless
Was that my bonus?
A final notice
These tears as roses
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
So, I’ll write something with a particular word and then bam she pops up doing the same on her blog. So, I’ll post a particular image on Instagram, and bam she pops up on hers doing the same. And I’m tired of watching him thumbs up her while ghosting me. I’ve blocked them both now. I’m sick of being used and abused so he can sit back and convince all the other girls that I’m the fucking problem while they all laugh about me behind my back. Yet they all stalk me. I’M SICK OF WANTING TO FEEL LIKE I WANT TO DIE. ONTO HATING HIM AND EVERYONE HE KNOWS. HE’S BEYOND CRUEL. I JUST WANT SOME POSITIVE SUPPORT, WHICH I WORK HARD FOR AND DESERVE RECOGNITION FOR!!!!
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Clone
She doesn’t have a mind of her own
Repeating what she sees like it’s her home
She doesn’t have a clue where to roam
Copying me like she’s a clone
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
She’s a fucking dilettante and he gives her all the reward. ππ
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Protocol
I’m not interested in riches
Burning bridges
Living vicious
Or his digits
The way he itches
Making wishes
Hiding in ditches
Losing inches
I lost interest in the fires
All desires
Walking wires
Finding liars
He’s living slummy
Chasing honey
A gifted rummy
Acting dummy
My eyes were faded
Mostly jaded
Temporarily sedated
Now I’m frustrated
I’m over his wall
Yet still I crawl
A broken doll
Hating his protocol
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
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Misunderstood
There is no life in this blood
Heartache rushing in like a flood
My heart is buried in your mud
And giving up, I would if I could
These streets are lined with people who are down
Yet your hand is never one that can be found
On broken backs you prance around
And forgetting you, I probably should
It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes
And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes
Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches
And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye
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Crater
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…
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
SORRY NOT SORRY πππ
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. π
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. πππ
(even if he convinces y’all that none of it is about me)… mirror please) ππππ
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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Call To Sorrow
I call to sorrow like a friend
I make him guest of honor
He is the hand I can depend
I trust him like a father
I sway with sorrow in a dance
Lost in darkness in a trance
I hate him first for not taking a chance
I hate me more for giving love in advance
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
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Rage
Cold in every manner
Lost faith in ones who matter
Still praying every hour
Too many tongues that spit and chatter
Her words hit like a bomb
I was no longer calm
There was blood on my palm
And I knew where the rage was coming from
Pray that every tear turns to a curse
Hide the devil here inside this verse
If he has a fear I’ll find what works
Thought he was a monster but he’s worse
Β© Delia Ross. 2020
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