Crossing

Crossing paths of time
It’s not a railroad

Looking through broken glass
Under fractured halo

Understanding always last
An expensive payload

And if I ever dared to ask
I wouldn’t have to decode

Ā© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I have a science degree in communication and can’t even fucking talk.

Furthermore, my brain is quickly failing me due to TBI, PTSD, chronic depression, acute anxiety, insomnia, paranoia, nightmares (war vet), and a billion other health problems not related to my mind. Like bone and muscle problems.

Not that you care. šŸ‘

WOO HOO

I AIN’T DYING NAKED IN THE STREET

FYI.

I’m a broken fucking doll.

And just as soon as I come along and repair one tiny piece someone else will come along and break five more.

I’ve been physically abused, I am a survivor.

My doctor is begging me to take my fucking big pharma medication and I do good eating once a day, if at all.

I need to disassociate but everybody wants my time.

Wahhhh

Meanwhile, politics make me suicidal and on edge. My dad dying has taken me to new levels of darkness I’ve never known. I’m having to rip out my own heart, which is basically my muse, because he is I and I is he and all he does it make me bleed. So, I’ve lost my muse. I don’t even know if I have fucking air to breathe because half the time I’m hyperventilating from crying.

I live alone. During a pandemic. My pets are now getting on my nerves daily in this noisy apartment life. I want solitude and silence but apparently that too only belongs to the rich.

WordPress is getting on my nerves.

The air you breathe is getting on my nerves.

I am on edge and suicidal when I am not disassociating.

But there’s never any time to disassociate and I probably won’t even get to do that when I’m dead.

Justice would be coming back as an evil spirit and haunting your every move and breath.

Once again, I dare say Edgar Allan Poe suffered from depression. I am diagnosing Edgar Allan Poe as depressed.

Maybe I should start seeking a locket of his hair.

Since his hair is now a collector’s item.

I feel like having a Britney Spears moment and shaving off all of my hair.

Anything is possible when you are suicidal. šŸ‘

Teddy is about the only thing that doesn’t trigger me. I found him outside one day by the trash bin. Not a speck of dirt on him. No odd smell. He came home with me. He got a second chance at life. He was simply DISPOSED and I know what that feels like. I do. Tossed out like fucking trash. It gave me a mood. But now he’s centerpiece in my studio and I’ve always wanted a large stuffed animal but no one’s ever given me one. I don’t get spoiled and I take shit home with me from the trash. Nobody sends me chocolate and nobody writes me poetry.

Like, you don’t know what struggle is until you’re finding nurturing in a trash bin.

You’d never catch me eating food from a bin though, I’d die first.

Pride. Ya know?

Teddy almost wound up in a landfill. And don’t even get me started on how much we waste resources.

Are you aware of that Stuxnet virus? I’m getting ready to buy some land and go underground. Good luck knowing my addy. Paranoid soldier? You betcha!!!

Seriously tho, I recommend you watching and learning everything about it now.

Also there are two things you need to know in the event of a nuclear attack (I.E. one of those power plants goes boom) :

1. Get out of the city and 2. Get out of the city.

Get out of the cities, get out of the cities….

If you want to watch a scary movie, watch that documentary on Stuxnet.

Enjoy me online while you can because I promise you I’ll be going underground. Unplugging.

Peace and solitude if I have to die for it.

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!

Ā© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Connection

I’m having trouble with connection
Like leaving the light on
Keep losing affection
Even with light gone

Face changing complexion
Forgiving his one wrong
When needing perfection
Not facing delights dawn

Still failing inspection
Why hands are withdrawn
Evading the question
Then lying with a yawn

Been nursing obsession
I’m sleeping on his lawn
Or chasing rejection
While writing the wrong song

Ā© Delia Ross. 2020

To everyone who followed me and unfollowed me in 2020, I got your back… šŸ‘

Goodbye 2020. Fuck you.

The Great Expanse

How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.

Ā© Delia Ross. 2020

The pandemic is getting worse. So too my depression, hopelessness, anxiety, isolation, paranoia. Got the psyche on redial. Just gonna keep writing. Dying. Feel every fucking second like a cross.

šŸ˜‘

It Is Written

What are your words if hollow and brittle?
What becomes of care when you show so little?
Then remove the lie from the middle-
Watch your honor fade and dwindle?

It’s time integrity took a stand
Purity is the only thing I’ve got in hand
I fell for your ruse, you’re just the better man?
But I can promise, it won’t happen again…

I’ve learned that love is simply a myth
And if you have a name, let’s call you Judas
Deception is every kiss
And betrayal, it’s written on your fist…

Ā© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t even know who I’m talking to anymore. Judas Iscariot? Where’s my kiss?


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Suicidal Nation (trigger warnings)

None of you were worth it
You made me worthless
Able to love less
Daily a failed test
Deserving a holed chest
A bullet not a vest
Time to give it a rest
Suicide at its best

Ā© Delia Ross. 2020

Words are the only thing left holding me together

My best friend had the right idea putting a 357 Magnum gun to her head and blasting a bullet through her brain ending her precious litte life before age 14.

I don’t know why I stuck around this long lying to myself pretending things would get better. They have not.

My best friend’s mom later hung herself on a fucking rope at like age 46 and I’m not far from it.

Edgar Allan Poe couldn’t live without love either and died on the fucking street naked, unknown, poor, fucking broke, and heartbroke. I dare say he was depressed too and I’m officially diagnosing Edgar Allan Poe as depressed. People haven’t got much better. BEASTS in CARDIGAN. Some without a backbone or spine. That’s why they can easily replace you on a dime they’re empty and soulless.

Suicidal and out of fucks to give.

Too much gaslighting and narcissism in the world. No love or nurturing coming in.

The sheeple over run.

I WANT OUT. LET ME OUT

*free yer mind* *okie dokie* *if you die in the Matrix you die in the real world* *jumps from bridge*

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.

GHOSTED BY BIG BRO, YO (but you were too). BAHHHH BAH SHEEPLE *I WANT OUT / LET ME OUT* (Neo heard my actual cries because The Matrix 4 IS BEING MADE)

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 šŸ‘

Edit: more info about the shadowban from from the horse’s mouth

YOU CAN’T MAKE THIS SHIT UP. Shadowban is a term we coined for when a business or company ghosts you (prevents your comments, likes, or hashtags from showing up in results). In this case, newer post that are being hashtagged will not show up on Instagram or Facebook according to Instagram and Facebook! I have a business Instagram account so maybe my search results show different information than yours but the information I’m putting out is factual and screenshots from the horse’s mouth.

Oh Daughter, Oh Son (Song lyrics)

*Warning strong themes of depression and suicide*

If you are having thoughts of harming yourself, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Hotline at 1-800-273-8255. You are not alone.


Will you be there to watch your mom die
Or will it be by the hand of suicide
Years and years of these trials
Hard to keep you by my side
Took a chance once or twice
And might succeed tonight – oh son!

Some call it paradise
But it’s a parasite
Understand what living’s like
It’s like your under knife
Want a hand to get it right
Don’t leave the world a fright – oh son!

Accept that life is might
Don’t have the heart to fight
I wear this sadness tight
Like a rope in flight
Sorry’s nowhere in sight
And I’m alone, alright! – oh son!

Ā© Delia Ross. 2020

Y’all, I’m fine. It’s a song I’m writing, and I wish I could get the melody from my head to my guitar and my vocals. I also wish I could write a guitar solo from the tip of my tongue the way David Gilmour can. I can’t. I know maybe 4 chords. I can’t even whistle.

I’m sharing my struggles with you. Because there’s a 50% chance I might not make it out alive… dark times.

Depression is when every part of you wants to give up and roll over but you crawl on, in agony, anyway.

Some escape this despair, for other’s it’s terminal. There’s a 50/50 chance for survival. You’ll need rigorous response to recover and live with depression. Currently, I’m trying alternative treatments and therapy. Stuff doesn’t always work. Sometimes I become immune to treatments. Sometimes I disappear for days and no one knows where I am or hears from me. Sometimes they force treatment on me, throw me in rubber rooms, where it takes 6 people to hold me down just to shoot my ass up with Thorazine. Regardless if you go voluntary or not for in-house treatment, they will take all your clothes from you and your phone, you can’t have any of your books, but you’re allowed the Bible, you can’t talk to anybody, you can’t read magazines or listen to music, because there’s this underlying misconception that “stuff” can make you better.

And then no one wants to admit to having mental health issues because you get called “crazy” or other demeaning terms, and often the closest people around you, will use those terms against you when they are angry.

If you are struggling, I’m not going to say it gets better, because honestly, it gets worse. Depression isn’t about how much money you have or fame, it doesn’t care if you are broke or rich, and that’s why rich people die from depression too. But these things can be symptoms of depression. Depression can come about just because it wants to. It doesn’t take a death, or job loss, divorce, or any other event to be depressed. That’s why you shouldn’t ask people, “what do you have to be depressed about?”. Depression is a mental health illness, you’re ILL. You might need meds, therapy, short or long term treatments. It’s not your fault that you are ill. You are not alone. Hang on.

Edit to add: Sometimes depression is environmental so it doesn’t always require therapy or treatment. Sometimes it requires a change in your environment or situation. So don’t always assume a pill can make something better. And don’t push big pharma on others or make demeaning comments like, “you haven’t taken your medication have you”.

Hellos. I’m fine despite dark thoughts swirling like a nebula. Depression.

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A Special Video Message Regarding Depression & Mental Health Awareness + thanks

Hey y’all! Thank you to everyone who helped make my birthday special yesterday!! If you left love on my socials or watched me on Twitch, double thank you! I’ll be going live again soon! šŸ˜

Yesterday, Joy for Jan, a depression awareness group, ran by two ladies who lost their mother by suicide, also published a special video message I recorded for them, on their Instagram TV/ IGTV. It’s a little over 10 minutes long and talks about the misconception that you can just “snap out of depression”. Most of us have been guilty of thinking this or asking this of others. “Hey come on, cheer up, what do you have to be sad about?”. Well that’s the thing, there’s plenty to be sad about but it doesn’t require an event to make you depressed. Everything can be going great in your life and you or someone you know can still get depression.

Check out the special video message I made for them and check out their website and socials. If you prefer, they published the video on their Facebook page too. You can view that here.

They are an excellent support group for mental health awareness.

Follow them, listen to others, spread the word. Let’s help change the misconceptions regarding depression and mental illness.

We all know someone who is suffering from depression, or we’ve lost someone to suicide, or we suffer from depression ourselves.

You’re not crazy, you’re ill. That’s why it’s called a mental illness.

And often it takes rigorous response to treat depression. Depression is and can be TERMINAL.

The suicide rate continues to rise worldwide, not just among military and Veterans, but civilians as well. Have some compassion for yourself and for others.

Practice the art of forgiveness.

Sending light and love to those suffering from mental illness and to those who have lost someone to mental illness.

YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

Full links:

Special IGTV video message: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CEFiBIbjecz/?igshid=duiz2hc2gk8z

JoyforJan on the web: https://www.facebook.com/226987451120353/posts/925654627920295

My official Twitch channel: http://www.twitch.tv/poeeternal

Special IGTV video message

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