Care is a word I hear you keep uttering
Tristan and Jonathan’s Survival Fund
Tristan and Jonathan's Survival Fund
About Me
I've updated my 'About Me' with history, links, and a new photo gallery.
Cold Winds + Mortars
short rhyme + digiart (but is it art?)
Scars
Trigger warning. Themes of depression, cutting, and suicide.
Prize
He's been crucified and his name three times denied
Crater
I make decisions I know I'll regret later (but this isn't one of them)
Real Life War Stories on Tuners Radio
3 parts up
Valor
It takes alot of discipline to be a person of quality and worth... being bad comes easy...
Our Life Is An Epic Poem
Our life is an epic poem...
My Sunday, how’s yours going?
I am a victim of criminal mischief
Lu Part 999 (We dream backwards)
The devil is obsessed with me but the feeling isn't mutual. Unrequited love. It all makes sense now. (Freestyle midday demon slay)
Viking
One day maybe he'll learn to care for the girls who come around, instead of raping their hearts. Vikings protect, he forgot his role.
Shots Fired
One shot, one kill. Target practice. Unlimited ammo. Army strong. Wanna dance? Last chance...
Eastbound
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
Hello Farewell
Too many choices
Wrath
The sins of anger (Or maybe A Visit From Lu Part 8?)
A Visit From Lu Part 7
A Visit From Lu Part 7!!!
Prozac
Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things
Dirt
A poem about triangulation. There'd be zero issues if they were "just friends". But they're not, and he doesn't love her but she's got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she's keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS
Chess
If you lay down your arms, I will lay down my pride.
I’m So Scared
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
War
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019
Call To Battle
Street lights are blinding Friends don't need reminding Words are spellbinding If you try Why are you hiding Afraid of me lying The temperature now rising That sound is my battle cry Always denying Your words I'm not buying Left us all crying But I cannot be modified © Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 