I don’t mind that I’m a bit dirty lol. To be fair, the potato is my favorite vegetable. I am a special spud growing in his existence. Am I the root of all evil? 😀😏😆
Our garden of the damned?
*laughs insanely*
Damn, now I want some mashed potatoes. Or chips. Fries. Twiced baked. Salad. Soup. GIVEMAH!!
In other news, I live in an apartment complex that sounds like a war zone and I need to move. Anxieties.
I’ve been seriously busy planning a cool photoshoot so I hope things go according to plans. They rarely do! So I don’t want to give anything away yet. But, as things progress, you know, updates. I haz secrets!! 😍
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!!
How does he manage to find me in his thoughts? But then it makes me wonder how many dreams he has to cross? When burning down his bridges does he ever feel a loss? And when he’s out there wandering, is it me he’ll come across?
How many deserts will it take him to push me in Earth’s past? But then it makes me wonder how long it ever lasts? Been cutting ties so long our dreams have come to pass? And I swore I heard hope’s echo but it flew by life too fast…
How many bridges will you burn to keep my dreams from you? And will you ever learn, I’ll still find you when you do? Is that why you’ll likely, leave a clue or two? And when I’ve disappeared, does it leave you feeling blue?
Rhyme was a skill I picked up as a little girl to help battle me woes. And so it goes…
Survival skills. But also the art of language. Afflictions. Secret messages to my love? Poetry is code. Vibrations. Another form of energy. A path for my hope to flow.
“No hope = no fear”
PostScript. I’m not really here. I’m not really there. I’m not really anywhere.
But my last breath will be a half-written rhyme. Maybe in blood. Give it time.
How is it your heart has come to know softness? Do oceans not turn to desert when I frown? How are you able to turn eternity into a sound? For when you speak I am bound. Where you are breathing, I am found. Why do you park heaven on a hill? I can feel you pushing on me still. I come undone so you can feel. Though you won’t let my blood spill. Collecting every single quill. You move at free will.
(Do you reckon Edgar Allan Poe ran off of any of his wives suitors with a shotgun? I mean, he wasn’t very popular. The local press even stopped publishing his work. He went from a respected officer in the military, to poor, dead, and naked on the street and possibly poisoned, and heartbrokes).
I don’t want to die heartbrokes. Helps. 😭
Sometimes I run off your suitors with my mouth. 😭
Psst did you know my love keeps growing for you? I am a deep, wide ocean. Keep swimming. I’m yours, forevermore. xoxo (times infinity^2)
Not today and probably not tomorrow either. Jesus himself could try to teach me the lesson of forgiveness but God literally made me incapable of learning it. I’m an angel. I am meant to send demons to hell. And I’m an ACTUAL warrior, highly and sufficiently trained by the United States Army for 15 years. Even been to combat, have seen war. Broken in more ways than one, but never my integrity. Not my honor. Not my pride for the sacrifices, I’ve done for my country.You can’t fucking break me, the Army already did. And I’m going to survive this apocalypse without you. Enjoy your proverbial bed. 😊
I cringe at socialites. Just not my thing. And that’s okay. Introverts deserve recognition too.
I barely can handle family events which is why I pretty much don’t do them anymore either.
2 am snapchat version me (and 48 hours no sleep, yay insomnia)!!!
And to the ones who give me space to do my work without any bullshit involved, thank you. I’ve said this like a thousand times before, but I am a war vet and I am not a social creature. You shouldn’t base how much I like you, on how often I come around. But there’s also certain platforms that I have gotten off of, for the most part like Facebook, because it’s toxic as fuck. I had stayed on the Instagram and Twitter but I’m kind of falling off the Twitter now too.
You’ll notice I’ve never had a contact box on my blog. I don’t participate in prompts. I’m currently not doing collabs. I’m not good with communicating anymore either. I don’t do social events, I don’t do social outings. I don’t people. I don’t even like knocks at my door or phone calls. I have disabilities and health issues that keep me isolated. But I still have to kill off friendships because they get mad at me for not wanting to go hang out at a bar. I don’t even drink. 👎👎
You can bribe me with food though at any point in the day. Be extra careful though at midnight because that’s when I’m the hungriest and turn into a gremlin if I DON’T EAT.
On the upside, I am considering adding a limited number video chat tier to my Patreon, as many writers and artists offer it. Can discuss anything, writing, read me something you’re working on, chat about the weather, get writing tips, get feedback on a project you’re working on. Whatever! Regular stuffs that these video chats are for (the non sex work stuff)!
I’m also wanting to add a print tier (which is coming hopefully within the next 60 days) and if I could get enough support rolling in, a cosplay nude tier. Costumes, makeup, props, equipment, these things require money. I’ll be needing to update my goals on my Patreon soon as I’m growing thanks to your feedback, encouragement, and continued support! ❤💪💪💪❤
I like my privacy and my solitude but you know, there are narcissists out there who give you the cold shoulder for it. I’m not freezing tho. I’ve got shelter. I paid my electric and rent + 9000 other basic cost of living expenses which keep the poor poor. But my feet are warm. I mean, the narcissists tools of manipulation just don’t work on me anymore. Sorry not sorry. Hungry and suicidal. On edge 24/7. Want to be on my own, create art and fuck the patriarchy… Basic 101. Art was always meant to be political. Or rather anarchical and against the norm. HELLO, THAT’S ME!!! *waves*
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I hope you are well! I’m sorry I’ve been quiet in the blogging world, I’ve kind of needed a break from writing and WordPress (but not you). I wish I could put me in vaca mode, not just my email. Summer has me in outside mode (when it’s not feverishly raining) 24/7.
I want to put together a schedule for my Twitch live streams, and I’m curious to know which time frames work best for your schedule. I’ve started a poll on Twitter where you can vote anonymously, but you can also answer freely here. I am committed to streaming once a week, but I likely can stream two to three times weekly. I am on EDT, so take that into consideration.
Personally my favorite times to game are late at night or early mornings. Obviously, any time an event for a game is on-going, I will be more active. I also like to game around / after dinner time. Weekends and late evenings preferred.
I fully intend to go live outside of gaming too. For everything and anything. Maybe to show you around a park I am visiting or to read you a mindfulness book. Who knows! Florida isn’t fully open and operating yet but I’m pretty good at thinking outside of the box (I’m just terribly shy). I live in a very active touristy area. Daytona Beach is home to the famous Daytona 500 and Daytona Bike Week. We’re also famous for our white beaches and draw in all the spring breakers. We have a ton of parks around here, and for the most part, those have been reopened.
I need to start working off this quarantine weight. The gym and pool where I live are still closed. And it’s either been too hot or raining to get any bike rides in. I’m getting in a few. But I’m committed to losing this weight and getting back in shape, ugg, too many quarantine donuts and I’ve got 3 more today. *insert drool nom nom emoji*
It’s easy for you to tell me to give up the donuts when you’re getting laid. You’re getting laid and getting to eat donuts, so I don’t want to hear it. Sex burns more calories than running. And I don’t run anymore. Unless it’s to the ice cream truck in the rain. Stop judging.
Anyhoo, I’m slightly working out. I have to trick my depression into believing it’s doing something magical, because my energy done got up and jumped into a galactic black hole. Now add the fact that there is no joy in anything but eating and sleeping. And sleeping has to be drug induced, I gather eating does too. I’d literally have no energy to breathe if my body didn’t do it automatically. Breathing is fucking exhausting tho. Especially with anxiety and nightmares. I wish I could go float in the pool but no, closed. I pretend I’m floating in my tub after a half a bottle of wine.
Anyhoo, I’m kicking quarantine up a notch. So if you wanna watch me do stuff, stuff like eating and breathing, I’m getting online weekly. Yay. Stuffs to do!! And to be honest, having a schedule both excites and scares the shite out of me. I like to be spontaneous. But I also have cryptic stage fright. But a schedule makes sense in the TV world, and I understand its importance regarding return viewers. Obviously good content is important too but if I’m always going live when everyone is sleeping, I won’t have anyone to interact with.
I’d love to see my Twitch reach 50 subscribers, so drops and other in-game loot becomes available for viewers. Goals are good to have (and share).
Also, let me know what content interest you. What games are you into? Do you want to see me review games weekly? Are you into a certain genre? Would morning or night streams work for you? Weekly or weekend? Are you interested in seeing the city I live in? Are you interested in real life or gaming? I will be using YouTube live as well but that’s an entire new puppy to adopt. Feel free to email or message me privately if you prefer. Thanks for checking out my Twitch channel!
So, Twitter banned me from doing several actions for three days but yesterday I was allowed back and I started a peeing poll right away. Yes, you heard correctly. I needed to lighten the load from politics and pandemics to peeing. Sometimes I’m not online because I’m not allowed to be. LOL LOL I’m not little miss perfect after all… 😂
I am a writer so of course I tried to make the poll interesting! And the votes coming in are amusing! So what say you, is peeing in the shower cool or not? Inquiring minds want to know…
What does the room feel like after I’ve left Are there tears of joy you’ve finally wept? Now’s the time to take your breath Things in order how you kept?
Does the air turn to dust and cold And hope is breath that turns to mold? Is the darkness you worship wonder to behold Do you ever notice you are growing old?
Do you take these poems and place them in the attic Do you convince yourself I’m only erratic? Do you tell them all I’m just a fanatic Or do you admit to yourself you’re a narcissistic addict?
Does the blood in your calloused heart move faster Is everything you destroy a beautiful disaster? Is love the only thing in life you can never master Have you ever given yourself an honest answer?
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Life is only precious because it is fleeting It’s a shame you and I won’t be meeting Some people come into our lives only for leaving It’s a hard lesson but where I am leaning
You’re all in or all out There’s no middle ground to talk about I give you my best, you give me your worst One minute I’m free, the next I am cursed
Maybe I’m not the one or maybe I am For what it’s worth now I don’t give a damn For I am a lion and never a lamb And the hand you are selling is only a sham
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I like teasing the senses. The art of sensuality. LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. My creed.
I like teasing the senses. The art of sensuality. LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. My creed.
Below are some videos and photography of waterplay (no not that hardcore, desensitized porn stuff). Just a gal in a bath tub capturing the movement of shadows in candlelight, hair in water & the softness of me (despite my iron thick walls). There is slight nudity in some of the videos (do not watch if mild nudity offends). Angels are warriors but there is some softness remaining under my iron armor and Kama Sutra is an interest and focus in my life. I’m interested in soft spots and openings in hearts, minds, and bodies. Hardcore desensitizes not only your senses but your mind (plastic too). Sensuality brings enlightenment. I am the darkness, show me the light. I am the fire, give me air. The 4 elements of life. Breathe devotion and love into me. Don’t come into my life to show me roughness. I’m interested in softness. Show me your soft spots. Touch the places in me few ever go…
Waterplay (not that hardcore stuff)Playing with my softnessWater + long hair Bath playtime zenBlack n’ white ❤zenI love waterplaying around with film and editing ❤❤Petite & 100% all natural I do like cherries 🙂hi
I don’t want hardcore. I know hardcore. I survived a war with guns and fighting and people dying (I served 15 hard years in the Army). I want something more. Peace. Tranquility. Sensuality. Love. Poetry. The sound of your voice in my ear. Your footsteps are the beats of my heart. Let me listen. Quiet the things that make you spiral out of control. Focus on LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. ❤
P.S. scroll to the very bottom of this post for bonus footage! ❤
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Some videos featuring me and my dream to get to Mars! Watch for my name under candidates, this video gives me tears (my name is Delia Ross): https://youtu.be/SwT4pTusyVw
My Facebook Mars Candidacy page will have more info buried over the years with more vids, links to a podcast I did, Mars One updates when I was still a candidate in the running! I’m obsessed with Mars if you haven’t guessed by now… Feel free to follow my page! It’s probably worth reading back the post from when I was a candidate with Mars One! 😄 https://www.facebook.com/deliatomars
A hat in Florida is imperative. Anybody out there keeping up with Elon Musk? He’s always got his hands into making Earth a better place but all of the profits are for funding to get to Mars. Like this hat. They are digging some futuristic tunnels in New York I think. The Boring Company. Clever. It’s a nice cap too, stitched logo, 100% cotton, velcro clapse, not plastic. He was selling it a couple years back during xmas. Twenty bucks and it included shipping. Profits for Mars I had to invest lmao. Any chance I can be a nerd but many won’t understand the logo. 🙂 He sold 50K hats LOL I gots 1. It’s for Mars dude. I’m trying to stay alive to see the first humans land. I wanna hitch a ride! 😄 https://www.boringcompany.com/
Why are you a moon behind a cloud? Exterminating the sun And everything I’ve done I don’t have the gumption to fight the blues These depths you send me to are pressurized Why do you flank my fears Have I not sacrificed enough tears? My blood thick of you And every molecule I’m stuck like glue Can you erase me from your shit list Sketch a smile or two? I do not fare well When feet are quicksand Head sinking too Your berries are poison but I ate a few Just to taste the bitterness you accrue Just to feel the things you do Why do you lead me to darkness? All these acres feels like abandonment The atmosphere tenuous Like the link of us How do you forget? Was it as quick as lightning Your exit? Still I trace your silhouette I find clues on my doorstep Was that your regret? Leaving me too soon? Is that my tears you collect? Is defeat what you accept? Please return this June Preferably by noon
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If I placed within your palm the center of my heart Would you set it on a wooden pyre Wrapped in silk and laced with fire Soot and ashes for your quill of black art?
Would you rather have a table Burning candles like starlight Where you’d hold me like I’m life Would my love you’d gently cradle?
In the parlance of our language Like lovers at defeat When I’m begging at your feet Are these poems here to anguish?
In your heart do I expand Like galaxies slowly forming Or am I just another warning Like the dead who died because they’re damned?
He knows the answer but still he will ask, why does the sky cry rain? Knowing that the clouds carry all our weight and pain.
He ravages the Earth and pierces her with his spear, then asks, what are we doing here? Feels like our grave. The end was coming anyway, he’ll say.
He says, love has no direction, while spinning in a circle. And he never sets his eyes on her. He’s lost connection. And all of yesterday. It’s just a shame. The answer is always the same.
I once could feast on him but only from afar There are continents that separate our hope His smooth head has been polished by time I long to run my fingers over his kingdom But my feet are not wanted on his land That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love The moon perched on fantasy His poems are auras in my soul God made it so The storms he brew in me Where will the rain fall now? Who will wash your feet? The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me An outcast for mercy Forgiveness I cried Gullibility my only ally The gardens do not grow the way they used to Not since he banished hope All welcome but you need not apply You’re not worth my time The moment I died
My halls are haunted now By dreams that never came And all the things we could have done Are all that do remain
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You say praying won’t make a difference I say running won’t bring repentance Now your spirit I have lamented As for letting go, I’ll stay tormented Walking away, I have been tempted I’m tired of the endless bitterness
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Happy Easter to those who celebrate. Amateur digiart by me @poeeternalAmateur digiart by me @poeeternal
It’s like his bouquet of poetry comes with thorns And behind those sweet eyes there are horns Though no matter the distance, love still forms And together or separate, we create storms
I’m already seeing my view counter drop since he’s been blocked and I won’t be able to keep him blocked long because I need him in my life even if only as a ghost. But right now I need to punish him the way he punishes me. I hope one day we’ll be on speaking terms again and following each other again but he’s told too many lies to the other females in his life… He made his bed, now he must lie in it. And I had to block him because his lack of attention to me hurts so much. But blocking him also hurts. Everything hurts. But when he loves me he loves me so well.The ironic thing is, he has all those other girls but that still doesn’t stop him from checking on me like a lot… He needs me too. Lying won’t stop the need. And all those other girls won’t stop his need of me either. I guess our tether is fatedly attached, and his hold on me won’t release and my hold on him won’t release. I might die otherwise.
I woke up like dis! No filter Monday (go with me here, in isolation, all the days are the same). I know, I’m always a day late and a dollar short. It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these and I normally do them on Instagram but Instagram wants to zoom the photos so I decided I’m going to do it on my blog today. No filter, no fancy lighting, no special camera tricks, no makeup, no plastic, no dye, no unique location, no cool clothing, not even coffee. Alas, just me early in the mornings and my eyes are still sleepy as I type this. Just plain and boring me. Freckles and hazel eyes, as I was born eons ago. And believe me it was eons ago. Decades upon decades. Oh, I feel a poem coming. Anyhoo. To be fair, many people have tried to change me over the years by pushing plastic on me (I still refuse to have any plastic on me because I like to feel my surroundings, therefore plastic surgery or fake nails, fake eyelashes, or any other fake stuff will never be part of my existence, sorry not sorry). I still get complaints of today that I don’t wax my eyebrows or get fake tans so I look like the color orange. I tried fake nails once for 2 weeks and I couldn’t feel a thing I touched and my fingernails themselves couldn’t breathe, gross. Plastic limits your sensories. There’s a disconnect from your soul. And there’s actually a movement that’s forming where women are getting their breast implants removed so that they can feel good again because they’re lethargic all the time and they can’t feel their surroundings. And dudes wonder why they can’t make their girl cum. Maybe if you stop pushing them to be fake they could feel things again. I don’t expect this to be a popular opinion but I’ve literally had guys tell me that they don’t like my boobs because they’re not fake. How dare you. Like, I’m a real individual. Don’t fucking diss me because I don’t live up to your standards of what real should be. You should never body shame a woman because they choose to not have their body parts cut off and removed. Like, I even breastfed my child an entire year. How dare you. Stop peer pressuring women into getting plastic surgery and body shaming them. How dare you. I’ve actually had to push through a lot of traumas because of people body shaming me for being real. How dare you. Anyway, it hasn’t been easy but alas I am 41 years old and still 100% natural. And being unmarried is a choice. A CHOICE. I am a fiercely strong and fiery independent woman. Hear me roar. Ahem, so now that I got that off my chest, I kinda feel better. Isn’t that kinda the entire purpose for writing? And I know some of my opinions aren’t popular but I’m not going to silence my voice any longer. But also, if I don’t learn to love myself I’m going to always be chasing after people who don’t love me as well. That ends today. So when you see me liking my own post or commenting to myself, it’s called self-love and you should try it.
P.S. I am in no way a vain person. And if body morphing is your thing cool, I support you. It’s your body. I just don’t feel like men/women/society should peer pressure women into doing it which has been my experience and it’s happened so many times and I’ve even had women complain that I don’t have a tan or my eyebrows waxed etc… the only modifications that I have and will likely get more of are tattoos and piercings. I gave up dying my hair as a resolution this year and so far I’ve stuck to it but I’m definitely not going to apologize that my hair color kind of looks faded. It’s also in its growing out phase. I took a razor to the side of my head last year, so I still have a good portion of my head with maybe 3 or 4 inches grown in. My hair is a mess. 😃
I currently weigh in at 120 lb at height 5’6″ and tiny Cinderella feet…
P.S.S. I’m getting ready to kick off an intense workout routine cuz I wanna cosplay and look gooddddd. I still need to tone up. I lost over 60 pounds (my last relationship was a nightmare and by the time I went no contact I weighed in at over 176 lb). If you are dating a narcissist go no contact and never look back. I did. And he still spies on me. Hoping he gets the *cough cough* I’m not even going to say it out loud cuz I don’t want that kind of karma on me but you know what I want to say… 😂
P.S.S. it takes a lot of courage to be yourself these days. 👍
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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
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..
No filter. All alone for the end of the world. *sigh*
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Hi my loves. My introvertness has met maximum overload and I feel I am about to go cause some trouble in town. Maybe a toilet paper riot is what I need after all? This social distancing is starting to do my head in. How are you holding up? Tells me!!
MANDATORY SOCIAL DISTANCING. UGGGGG OVER IT! 2 AM BOREDOMSI mean, it’s a good idea if you don’t want to catch the Corona I iz boreddddddd (2 AM insomniac who sleeps in her eye makeup and wakes up looking like a $2 whore)Make it stopsIf you’re going crazzzzy out of your mind during this mandatory social distancing, just remember, it’s a normal response.
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.
I iz confused. Goddess of Confusion.
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Uneasy is the head that wears the crown Why do you spend your life sharpening your frown If you are free then why are you still bound I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found
The art of deception is found in your bones Truth rarely covered, hearts made of unknowns The deeper I tunnel, the longer my soul roams My love so heavy, I can’t carry these stones
It’s like my pieces are made paper thin They break apart and fall into the brim He picks them up and patches up his skin Now forever I am attached to him
It’s like we’re always nurturing what went wrong The phone is ringing but we’re never home We’re giving love but it’s never shown We’d stick with hiding but our cover’s blown
There’s an inability to connect Too many barriers I see baggage carried like crowns Cheerleaders for every mistake He’s got a girl on the East, West, North, South sides Love they all claim
I give a little still they need a lot I swing for gold but miss my shot I pull the thread, they tie the knot I turn around then lose my spot
I bust through fears like it’s a door I’m exposing things I haven’t before I’ve been wandering for ages lost on his shore And I’m terrified our country is headed for war
Many are choices yet few we can choose And I wonder just really who could fit these shoes And I gave him my word and he gave me the blues And I gave him my heart now there’s nothing to lose
Been stumbling around and lost in a maze And I’m choking on fumes that came from his blaze Yet no matter how he hurts me the love always stays Maybe I’m just broken and desperate for his praise
I hear so much chatter but there’s nothing people say Yet ask them where they’re going they’ll get back another day And I really give my all, that’s just the price we pay It’s like we’re skipping first base and heading straight for the freeway!!
Sometimes I think a bridge is there for me to jump And an ocean is a gully where all my hope has sunk Sometimes I’m wise and knowing and other times I’m drunk But mostly these days I rarely give a fuck
Patience is a virtue and some don’t know the drill If silence is really golden, I am searching still He is just a sleeping lion ready for the kill And she is just a tool to help him seal the deal
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He’s there but he isn’t but he is Like the heart I’m missing cuz it’s his And all this need for truth and accuracy keeps me caged But underneath the lying they’re all the same
I watch the needle shred the rope away And minute by hour my hope will fade It’s like I’m drowning on the words you always say And I don’t know if I can make it another day
It’s like I’m pleading and I’m bleeding through my rhyme And I’m screaming and I’m needing you all the time My eyes keep leaking as the sun will rise The devils’ always dancing to our cries
He thinks he needs them though they never satisfy Yet one thought of me will make him high He keeps me condemned to these tears I cry And neither of us know how to say goodbye
Everything about them is second best And he keeps my heart on house arrest It’s like my compass is always pointing midwest My feet are walking but they’re never blessed
My mind could end it, my heart won’t quit And others tell me he isn’t it The message broken, it won’t transmit I’m trekking on, even if frostbit
I would move a mountain to feel his touch I’ve cried an ocean, guess it really ain’t much I know we’re both in hell that’s my clearest view You can say you love them it isn’t true
Maybe one day you won’t hide your head in shame Maybe one day you won’t treat love as a game Maybe one day you’ll feel proud of your name But if that day never comes I still love you the same
It’s a funky rhyme. I feel like a living dead ghoul….obsessed or maybe possessed. My rhyme testimony to my last living will…and the powerful dread of unrequited love. Don’t worry, we all die one way or the other, but this way is the worst.
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“Why have you forsaken me, Christopher” Last words, slipped out from her On the ground, her wings curled and hurt Where you’ve been dead since your birth
She could see death dancing in his eye But he would still tell her no goodbye Her dark angel, had no wings to fly He had no soul to cry
He would gather her and carry her to heaven’s gates He’s made too many choices that came with too many mistakes Carrying her from the steps of hell isn’t a price he celebrates And he will walk forever if forever is what it takes
I wanted to write a short story about redemption to accompany this poem, but my keyboard is broken, it now takes 19 days to charge my tablet, and my tiny, pathetic mobile phone makes me want to start a war, helps…
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Give her a house; she will need a moon Give her the stars; still won’t make her swoon Give her a song; still can’t suit her tune Give her the world; but to another she will croon
If given chance, I’d be the one to put the spear into her side
Make her feel the weight of everyone she crucified
Put poison from the sponge onto her tongue because she lied
Never trust someone who has a devil as her guide
All this blocking and unblocking I do, follow and unfollow routine, but he’s never once done those things to me. CUZ HE LOVES ME AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. THUS POEM ABOVE. I’m sure he’d like me to be on Mars already but he needs to fuck me first. Sorry not sorry. Still loves him.
He drives me cra cra for realHow do you stop loving someone? I can’t figures it out…“Just another lost angel in the city of night”
Emotional blackmail is what she has for sale
Trying to trap his love because she’s not feeling well
I warned him before she is a demon sent from hell
With flaming red hair and a soppy story to tell
What a despicable thing you have become
The tether rotted, the damage done
I’m not the only thing from which you run
My tears are flowing but you are having fun?
She’s with you now I know she is
I would rather die than keep going through this
I wish I had never felt your virtual kiss
I wish your name I could forget
It takes alot of strength to be a good person
It takes alot of steel to not make it worsen
It takes alot of fuel to keep the flames burnin’
It takes alot of prayer to never feel a burden
So you shed another skin and you’re mending up your heart
It’s been patched so many times that it keeps falling apart
Make it up the hill before his love can depart
Climbing all this time, I guess it wasn’t very smart
Lay down my rifle, lay down my pen
Take a breath, count to ten
I’ll give forgiveness just don’t ask when
I still search for peace though I’ve lost all my zen
It takes a lot of dark to appreciate the day
But when you make it through there’s no reason left to stay
What does the hero do when he’s only come to pray
What does the writer write when there’s nothing left to say
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
I suppose it’s more than a name, more than a code of honor, more than a tattoo…
Loyalty and faithfulness, it doesn’t really mean anything this day and age…I live in the minority… (but Faith is my middle name)There was a time long ago when a name meant something… Loyalty is about as rare as my smile…How many more stones are you going to toss at me? Dead again…
Bandage over cracks with sticky lies Remove all color from open eyes Stand by idle and listen to their cries While crafting up more precious alibis Feckless is the one who never tries But others lick lies up with little sighs He’s still got his eye on the wrong prize Soon too late for even cold goodbyes
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