Mark your map
Dropping that freestyle rhyme like it's hawt!
DEPRESSION SUICIDE / TRIGGER WARNING
Poetry plus why I dig solitude
Loving you will make one poorest
Exiting the stage right and never returning
A 20 word story
Several short rhyming poems with anger as a theme!
What happened to your spirit
Rhyming poetry + cat photos (meet Annie)!
For what it's worth now I don't give a damn
His help came with pretense -rhyming poetry!
We're on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches
My love is free. Hers on the other hand...
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
The light is going out, the light is gone
This poem IS NOT about the guy I'm crazy in love with.
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
Some things aren't what they seem
An anti-love poem in under 20 words
I make decisions I know I'll regret later (but this isn't one of them)
People change but nothing changes
The value of nobody
I can't stand her. Micropoem + vampire cosplay
I identify as dead
I'm not the reason he is bad, I'm not the reason you have no self-worth.
FREESTYLE 2 AM FUCK OFF RHYME
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
I see right through you and see nothing more than a tool. Congrats, you could have been so much more but you're just like any other dick with a 4.0
He may have a 4.0 GPA but he's stupid and a monster
He hates me, I hate him. The end.
"Gimme that cold shoulder like “brrr” I make a snow cone with it, sir" - Alexander Ebert
The sins of anger (Or maybe A Visit From Lu Part 8?)
A Visit From Lu Part 7!!!
A 20 word poem
I'll take the middle of try; that's where you are.
I love being just a number to the artist who inspire me....
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing...
I thought I was just a gatherer but I suppose I am a huntress as well.
What a waste of precious months with you, writing for what, for whom? The fall of pride vs ego.
The end of times is upon us and I'm over the bullshit
We haven't learned a thing...
A micropoem about regret and anger
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
I tried to kill all the parts in me that loved him. I tried to understand the lesson he taught me. I tried moving on. I tried to love the distance. But the ache swells.
Where do I put the love?
They care not while I rot.
Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.
Awake to reason
A poem about the devil in hell or about depression. Depression IS hell.
Everything dies, even love.
All the things I've done and want to do. Truth is, I only want you. A tragic poem which contains an ounce of hope. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy. 😊
I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.
A poem about anxiety cuz it's always on our tail!!!
Home is where the heart is
the sleeping vampire has awoken
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
A poem about rejection
What you want is right before your eyes...
a narcissist never sleeps
The world sleeps It passes noise for confusion Sleep for delusion Death it still creeps © Delia Ross. 2019
A poem about narcissism and regrets. Emotional slavery.
And there upon my epitaph shall say, "died in the womb", for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb. © Delia Ross. 2019
We've been lost on the same road Making circles back again We've been chasing all the ghost Who will destroy us in the end Along the way we have passed Pretending each were a friend How long can we last Avoiding roads full of sin What test do we pass Where does the road to … Continue reading Chasing Ghosts
Who here desire that love be all one needs? Surely, I say not for me. Though love proves a clever disguise, Love does not make one wise. It preys upon the weak The mere beauty only, For purity it speaks. And I a blossom yet to bloom, This cold entraps and seals my wounds. I … Continue reading A Chapter Yet Filled
I have but apathy to loan Where once a heart of gold Now all but shades of stone The clouds a frown The dirt my home I am but a shadow more The frost withered on the grass A sound upon shattered glass A wall without a door © Delia Ross. 2018 Find me on: … Continue reading Apathy