Heyyy pssst

*light language involved used as a form of artistic expression and not hurting anyone*

Remember, I told you I was trying to sort out my real life because it’s priority?

Well, I might be moving to Colorado

I gotta pray about it and sleep on it and all that shit but my heart is pretty much set on going to Colorado because the mountains have been calling me and I’ve been lost in purgatory and not exactly sure the direction I want to go until I reached out to my Chaplain and now my Compass is starting to turn to that direction, which is great because I was already considering Montana or Utah or somewhere out of the south because I’m like literally fucking done with the south like I’m done with the fucking south, you know

I spent time in Colorado when I was working in the military, I fell in love with the mountains and got married to them

They’re calling me home….


Six months is all you need to become someone new, remember? only I’ve got about five months left to make my move 🙂


Lease is up in July and takes about 30 days to close


I need a big big change


Homeowner sounds nice

Being in remission sounds nice

Getting his digits before either of us move or die sounds even nicer

I just threw the metaphorical dice

I mean, I have been praying for it

Direction

A husband

Clean bill of health for my second half

I told my chaplain that when I train it’s like I’m climbing mountains, but keeping my heart rate low

Like them people in the caves when they watch their friends die, they have to stay calm or they’ll die too

But I’m not in a cave. I’m normally just on the treadmill or my rebounder. Keeping my heart-rate low

Starting to hold weights and shit over my head, you know, calisthenics or whatever because my heart is not strong enough to do things

And it’s amazing how much my body is responding to the things I’m doing I feel like I’m gaining superpowers, even though I’m just going back to the basics of what the army taught me

today I woke up and got on the treadmill for 30 minutes and man it felt so fucking good to just have all that time remaining in the morning to haven’t even had coffee yet and I’ve already hydrated with coconut water and fitness and I was like “fuck it’s only 7:30 AM”

I have so much time to figure out my life when I’m not trying to fucking push out content on social media for it to be NOT EVEN RECOMMENDED IN THE FOR YOU FEED

OH YEAH

I was given no warning that it had been shadowbanned and thus the time to appeal it had expired

Oh yeah


You know they keep over 50% of the profits you make them all the while beating you down


I don’t need social media. I need a fucking husband.

And find a house to buy and some land and then I got to fucking pack all of my things and move across country all the while mourning the loss of a relationship with a guy I never even got cause Walmart tried to fucking kill me twice and so I’ve already ended my subscription with them and deleted my fucking account and the place I go shopping now doesn’t have any recalls at all


And I’m currently going through my fifth spiritual awakening, that’s why 5 inches of snow was dumped on my fucking head during my blood sister’s death anniversary


M’KAY

I also wrote a poem or two

I’ll probably share those in a different post.

when I calm down

from the constant atrocities

I told my chaplain I was lost in purgatory and running from the devil

Once I get to Colorado, I can get baptized again cause he baptized me in basic training, you know, but he would probably drive down to Florida to give me a baptism if I asked for it

I was praying for direction and guidance and I’m back in my chaplain’s life

I’m reconnecting with my aunt again

She definitely will help me in the homebuying process you know just the moral support of it as well as my chaplain who’s already involved

sleeping beauty they make it look all cute when someone’s being disassociative and a guy comes and wakes you up from some fucking spell you know, but in reality, that’s not how it works

I knew that he was everything that I would ever want and simultaneously built my wall so high before I got here. I don’t know,I didn’t want to drown someone while I was drowning but the reason I’m drowning is cause I needed him. It’s complicated whatever I’ve got to chill the fuck out there are lessons to be learned here.

I’ll be carving in the mountains your name

Maybe one day I’ll have my legends of the fall bear moment

But hopefully we won’t have to deal with anything like that but hot chocolate and a fireplace?

maybe just the hot chocolate

I don’t know if dying opened up some super awareness inside of me, but I can see all the time all around me the many ways in which you could die

The army trained me to be observant and maybe I’m just too observant you know because when I got a brain injury, it cracked open the light and I see everything now

In fractals

Isn’t it harder to breathe because I remember it being really hard to breathe in Colorado and that was before I got a heart and lung injury

I didn’t stay long enough to get acquainted. I was only there a week, but I mean I was there long enough to get married to the mountains.

The Great Outdoors are calling me

I’m dying down my social networks for a bit so I can focus on my real life, but I may bring you some updates on my blog, where I am also shadowbanned

It just means I’m doing something right because Type O Negative (a rock band) was banned from Germany and now Germany worships that band

Imagine being told you can’t perform in a country and that you’re not allowed back

or how Edgar Allan Poe couldn’t get any of his writings published because they too shadowbanned him

*laughs insanely*

I still have some of his words tattooed on me

*current photo*

On my ribcage

Where it felt like a crucifixion and I kept telling my fucking tattoo artist, I wanted to fucking kill her so you know

I was like maybe we should just stop here and have it half done and she’s like I’ll be done soon. I was like I need a break and I had to have been her worst client but we made it through together.

Even with my hate and all

she probably even would-of tattooed me again because we were friends forever after that on Facebook and everything you know

but I just now got back on Facebook my God I’ve been approving people from six years ago

I don’t know who’s who anymore

Except some faces are really familiar and I’m so glad to be back in these haunted halls

Some people are responding to my “oh hi” and some people haven’t even been on their own profiles in 10,000 years and other people are wondering where they’re at but I’m dropping “I’m still alive” postings anyway

Now I have you know bands that I love looking at my fucking story on Facebook and I’m like why aren’t they on TikTok seriously though I mean, why aren’t they on TikTok?

Todd Kerns, you know who plays bass for slash and Kev from Candlebox, I mean, I like this person, I once was

Trent Reznor still has me as his friend because he’s been deleting people. He’s not at his maximum 5K anymore, but I didn’t get pulled or culled

*would die*

Crosby @ VAST you know was full, but I sent a friend request. Of course he immediately approved me.

And there are others and more

This is the music i miss and adore

The people

Cev from Skinny Puppy

We friends

I mean, they know I’m alive and I’m so glad they’re fucking alive because fires be burning everywhere huh?

Kind of feels nice to be welcomed back in my own yard and have like people care that I’m there

Family, friends, and so on

I was gone for six years. They didn’t delete me and I’m gonna disappear again.

OK, some have not forgiven me OK like Alex he has not forgiven me from removing him from my Instagram or probably talking to his ex

Well he doesn’t remove me when I go follow Unfollow follow back and he also doesn’t respond to any of my comments or messages I send him even though I know he’s fucking reading them likely OK

He’s still my muse

I have no ill will

Against my great music loves

Lol

I couldn’t imagine showing up at a gig though and being banned from it like no you’re not welcome here that would be – I don’t know – humiliating and life ending – if life gets that bad for me where the musicians I support don’t want me to come to their gigs then Someone needs to come have a talk with me or something

That’s not reality though OK

I prob thought i’d be a ghost in my own hometown

People want me to haunt them

I have to try to recover my account at some point, but I’ll just wait until I completely lose access before I attempt that because right now I can still contact Mark Z.

I don’t know if him and I are friends or if I’m just following him over there, but it’s his official one and he’s responded to me before in the past you know, but I haven’t been over there in six years so he ain’t seen me in a minute, but I’ve already been active on his profiles already since I’ve been back.

U follow?

I posted “I’m here, but I don’t know for how long”


Hard to say goodbye to ends

Likely disappear again

I like drifting in the wind

I like meeting new friends

I might try again….

I’m on the mend


I mighta slightly begged him to return to Facebook

It’s weird though, because when Trent Reznor got off Facebook, so did I, but neither one of us really left

🙂

Symbiotic

I mean, I did ask him to marry me on his fucking message board when I was like 16 or something and he was flattered and that has to be archived somewhere with my username Delia

Things don’t really last forever on the Internet like we were told though

I was kind of being silly and asked him a serious question afterwards and he really enjoyed the music questions that I asked him, which I can’t recall at the moment and I’m sure I screenshot it it at some point, but you know where are those files


I haven’t even met Trent Reznor yet and I worry I’ll cry when I meet him

What is he on, like baby number six with MariQueen? 7?

Life is just totally unfair sometimes

Cause I would’ve had seven babies with some guy if he wanted seven babies with me and now I’m fucking nearly dead

Cause he didn’t have fucking nearly 7 babies with me!!!!

We could have started at 13!

WTF!!!!!!!!

Stole my goTdamn life!!!!!!

Made me fucking wait until it was too late!!!!

I hate the fucking nihilism in this world, and you know I’ll be dropping all the complaints into my chaplains inbox

He still loves me after all this time

I don’t even know where I go when I get lost. I just say I’ve been in purgatory.

I think if I get a watch with a compass, I’ll feel a lot more grounded. You know honestly it’s just back to the basics. That’s what I keep telling myself.

Standing on first base


I was in Trent’s fanclub

Bring back message boards and fanclubs

NO ADS

People were fucking mean to me on the NIN board but not Trent

All fans are mean to me cause I hang out with the bands

“I’m with the band”

I’m legit the kinda fan they want at shows

I feel them notes

Probably what brought me to this hell

Vanity

And I know that men would probably prefer if I wore makeup and dyed my hair, but there’s also the sense of that they get to see me in whatever chaotic state I choose to be in

and right now it’s

“I might be turning into a white cub”

Always a cub, never a cougar

Cuz some guy asked my age once when older (but i look so young?) and he said i was a cub still

Yep and now always

Stop asking me my age when I’m working so hard to look younger than the new generation who look as old as me already right

?!?

It’s crazy though because they’re 30 they already got rid of their sex organs and turned gray so they actually have to dye their fucking hair

And they don’t want kids because they’re fucking nihilist

“Life’s too expensive” they claim

“I’m depressed, that’s child abuse”

Whatever propaganda trend they follow – it all leads to nihilism like a black hole

We just got our hot water back and this is what I look like living through a fucking winter storm without hot water for over a week

I’m basically exhausted living in this apartment because there’s always something fucking wrong

I had the heat out for a week during the storm. I had the toilet out for a week during Thanksgiving now I had the hot water out during the blizzard.

I am not where I’m meant to be

Cancer still grows in low gravity and mold it’s on the ISS

And they plan to drop it in the fucking ocean by the way

“We don’t know why the fish are dying”

Well, for one you need to stop over fishing

And you need to start putting your biggest catch back

I’m still friends with some of my past lovers oh my

I must’ve been not that bad of a girlfriend

Cuz they married n all

And i’m still over here “single never married”

But surely they’re rooting for me?

it’s crazy how I distance myself so far from people and they’re like an email away?

A phone call?

If I could only remember?

How to keep a log?

How to not lock yourself out of your own accounts?

Don’t uninstall TikTok if you wanna reinstall it back

Luckily, I still had it downloaded on my Samsung tablet, but I had to update it so it wasn’t even in sync with my Apple one which I found that my bio wasn’t concurrent

So who knows if it’s accurate or not cause I can update it on one and it won’t update on the other

I thought we got rid of segregation, but man I mean literally what the fuck

I told my chaplain I was trying to get clean and he asked me what from what kind of drugs and I was dropping the seven sins like they were hot

I don’t drink and I’m trying to quit medicinal, but he doesn’t care that I do medicinal and I don’t do drugs

Just trying to cleanse the devil out of me

And the MOLD

People keep trying to ask me what kind of cancer I’ve got even though I’m like pre cancerous you know and mold is cancer. It’s hard to get through to them because people’s labs are fine up until they’re like stage four or some shit anyway right

I have an appointment coming up with my doctor and I may request a PET scan, but I’m not going under for anything. I’m basically denying any kind of fucking service.

My body, my choice

The VA don’t seem to understand

Cause they seem like they might start forcing vaccines on people before they enter

And then try to keep your benefits from you if you don’t get the vaccine to enter, and I can just see like a revolution happening that I’m not even gonna be part of

Like oh yeah

What’s next you gonna try and hold me down and give it to me

The millennials, Gen Z?

Try and hold me down?

Gen X?

The most dangerous generation to ever exist?

Is that spit on me?

Did you just fucking ghost me?

It’s weird being a fallen angel cause it’s like I have the keys to heaven and hell

But I wanna make it home to heaven

But i’m caught up in all these sins

Hard to explain to people I’m trying to get clean from my past

my chaplain instantly understood though you know I’m just going through a spiritual cleansing. I wasn’t sure what fucking number I was on four or five but I just had 5 inches of snow dumped on my head so I’m pretty certain I’m in my fifth awakening.

This is the Sunshine state

The second level of hell

And it just froze

*hi*

When something is so hot it’s actually cold and vice versa

You can’t tell if an object is round or flat in deep space

I watched a demonstration

I also learned that the moon landings were rehearsed by a very good director here on earth and that famous quote that Neil said actually was recording on earth because you know we didn’t have a fucking landline from earth to the moon or any sort of communication communications, you know like that

Also they drove through the Van Allen belt, but not one of them got cancer, but everybody on earth has cancer but them?

I dunno

My conspiracy knows no bounds

I got more rounds to fire

I need to get off social media so I can focus on getting my real life in order

But also, I’m nearly locked out of all of my accounts and some of that is my own fault and some of that is our governments

The New World order has been taken over

And I’m just like is there coffee or hot chocolate?

if the neighbor gave me a cup of coffee with, “will you be my valentine” written on it, the answer would most definitely be yes?

He thinks I’m running away from him, but I’m running away from everybody

It’s literally what I’m training my body for, to climb a fucking mountain and now I have a good chance to do that especially if I do move somewhere where there are fucking mountains, you know

Only, i can barely run around the block

But I’m so proud of how far my body has come, from wearing a heart monitor and being on bedrest, to packin my bags again and potentially buying a fucking house?

i’ve been approved for a whopping 300k but i DO NOT want to go that high

And I need to be able to afford the property taxes

So it might be a fixer-upper

I’ve got five months to sort shit and I don’t want to be in another lease

I think I’m gonna uninstall it again

And taking a LONG social media break

Maybe permanently like some of my friends have done

Never heard from them again

Hey, some of them disappeared so much their own family hasn’t heard from them

And yeah, they told me they were disappearing and they did pop out a couple times to say hi to me you know, but those were the last times

it inspires me to get off-line too for good

It’s big bro we’re running from lol

The politics

The arts

The science

Society

YOU WERE TRIED AND YOU WERE FOUND WANTON

Imagine getting to buy 1 to 5 acres anywhere in the United States that you wanted if you could just fucking find some direction

Of all the things someone could do with their money, you know

I feel like a SIM, just give me the land and we’ll go from there 

I just feel like any move I make is gonna be the wrong move because this is hell.

They have sucked all incentives out of doing anything in society

by the time you get your vehicle paid off you need to get another one. It’s gonna take the same amount of time so you’re just basically renting forever and I don’t even wanna play my PlayStation anymore cause if I don’t have the membership, I don’t have access to the games that I’m paying for so I’m basically just renting them forever And now I’m getting ready to sell my fucking PlayStation

I kept thinking getting a computer would be better, but they don’t even have SimCity anymore

it’s all pay to play

*yawn boring

Back to cards and board games

Playing in the dirt

Letting my hellhound stay out so long we both were getting frostbite

It was snowing in hell

I mean the sunshine state 2nd level of hell

I was in level 7

Now level 2

And on awakening number 5

Wait, something ain’t adding up

Or is it?

Could you explain dimensions to me like I’m a child?

My brain relies on signals and chemicals to navigate

People breathe in dead air and caves

People climb mountains and die from the cold weather or fall off cliffs

I just wanna start a garden. I know that sounds boring, but it’s complicated growing your own food. It’s also magical but it’s not easy work being self reliant and sufficient but it’s the life I wanna build

Upgrade to premium to remove ads?

Instant re-uninstall

The government is out of control

No NEW WORLD ORDER

I did not vote for this

In fact, the last time I voted, I was warning against Trump apparently and that was a long time ago because the last time I voted was Gary Johnson (twice)

There was an attempt to go vote for another third-party, but when I made it to the school, I nearly committed suicide so I turned around and came back home and now I’ve you know quit politics altogether and that was prior to Obama – i didn’t vote for Obama. I voted for the other guy you know – the military war vet now dead

Yeah him

Johnson was my last real goal at change

They took away our rights with the Bush signing statements

I didn’t vote for him either

I voted for Al Gore

I’ve denounced science 

I think I’m done with social media too

Like come find me in the real world in some well kept tiny little coffee shop in the corner reading spoken word

I’d still rather not read from my phone and fuck up in front of you

You get to see the behind-the-scenes in real time

The Bloopers

Or maybe I read my lines from an actual journal or book but never from the fucking phone or tablet no no probably not even a fucking monitor prompt or whatever they’re called Teleprompter huh?

if they keep cutting down the trees out here, I’m not responsible for how I’m gonna respond

They’re turning Florida into a concrete city 

They don’t clean

Florida has a mold issue

But I learned that it even grows in space so is less oxygen gonna be good for me 

All them taxes?

I want to pay my home off in 15

I still would rather buy land and put a new manufactured home on it

You can buy a brand new one starting at $43,000

that’s less than a new Jeep or ride

It’s 2 AM so technically I can start having coffee right because I’m not allowed to have it past noon and I’d probably go back to sleep at least from 5 to 9 AM but then that means I would fuck up my entire morning routine of working out but sometimes it’s nice to get sleep during that period. Cause it’s really my favorite time to sleep is when the sun is coming up And I really do.

Sleep

Like now – which i should be doing

But maybe the devil is nocturnal

This is a good time to poison him

I called my nurse again and said I was having difficulty breathing again so she refilled my prescription and I’ll be seeing my doctor soon but the VA is trying to take her from me

The one that took me four years to get to

I swear when I drop a lawsuit on the VA for medical misdiagnose and medical mistreatment, it’s gonna be a long list of female doctors

And nurses

And I don’t forget their fucking faces or names


My new doctor slowly turned her chair around and was like “whoa” and I was like “they’re the reason I’m nearly dead”

It was the way she slow extended her hands

Like “i’m not your enemy” but my vibe is “you kinda are”

I’m probably to blame for crawling in the hole, but they’re definitely to blame for dropping me on my fucking head and gaslighting me the entire fucking time

Stop asking me what’s wrong with me OK just know I’ve got some health issues going on and it’s not contagious. You’re not gonna fucking catch it.

It’s just there’s another doctor out there that they shut up and he says that cancer does spread. It is contagious can spread and many people when they get it cut out of them that actually makes it worse. It makes it spread. That’s why the cancer always comes back you know so I don’t want anybody cutting on me and I’ll try to eradicate it with some sunshine and prayer and eat healthy and all that but otherwise I’m choosing hospice I’m done with doctors.

And seeing as I’m a really good combat medic, I will take care of my own self to the end. I will be my own hospice care in my own house wherever I decide to die because I should have that choice to be able to die in my own motherfucking home

And these people we be leasing from they seem to forget that this is our fucking residence when our name is on it and they keep coming up with all these little stupid rules on how they can invade our privacy. No, I’m fucking done. OK I’m having medical emergencies. I’m dying get the fuck out of my house. Stop with your bullshit 24 hour fucking inspections or lawsuit is coming on you too.

CALL THE FUCKING COPS

YOU AIN’T COMING IN


GEN X OVER AND OUT


Over 4500 followers on the TikTok

The TikTok

I’m just some gal from the deep south

Oh wait

Deep South should be capitalized but not earth

Why is earth not a noun

Whatev

The follows are still coming in today

Also reached over 37.5k “likes”

I don’t use fancy setups or lighting or filters

But will probably start posting rebounding and skate content for summer!

Along with complaining

It’s what I do best

But folks are trying to take me down in tricky ways

And I’m still recovering from CUD

And this cancer

2 days zero weed or vape or edibles

Not caving

Gotta clean the lungs

No more smoking

No more drinking

No more disassociating

Tough days

Not even allowed sugar or bread but haven’t fixed my diet completely

Cuz I need to hire a maid to deep clean my kitchen

I don’t know what’s holding me back from doing it

Maybe because I’m dying and have so little energy

But hopefully can show off my cute outfits from Dolls Kill soon

Embarrassing the mess currently

Took an assbeating on TikTok because of it but some have commented I’m adorable

The drafts will probably get deleted

I will post more cute booty content when I recover mentally from all the weight I lost

Itty bitty again

I want to be God’s favorite

But squirrel is so cute

And red bird

Woody has been quiet

So glad I captured him pecking when I did

I’m kinda homebound because every time I go out a cop gets involved

I think the last one wanted to prepose? To me

Proposal propose

The fucking algo makes it harderwith a brain injury but I hit space

Fuck you

Stumbling with speech more cuz brain rewiring itself with zombie weed

Know what I want to say, can’t get it out

A band is getting ready to play from a big race thing

I can hear it miles away

NIN was supposed to come

Now it’s Tool and Pantera and some others coming

Heard on the radio

I was like “too bad I ain’t supporting shit anymore”

Maynard’s a fucking dick

The cop told me to move

It’s unsafe to venture out

And I’m pro 2a and won’t think twice to shoot your shadow

Ohh poem thingy please


Also, if I reach 10k in this lifetime, I’m one goal away from turning on video gifts

Some updates

I dunno how I feel about “going live” again – but I probably will start sharing my fitness journey over on Instagram – and if I’m not too shy – will do some casual lives on the TikTok as well

I’m only looking to connect and be “social”, I’m not chasing the algorithm dragon for likes or paying META $15 monthly to be “verified”. Like, I would have paid that ONE TIME – but I’m not spending money to be seen.

I just want to be

I’m getting my fitness room in order and both mystery plants now have green growing (they’re in the window being bashed around by the blinds – wakey wakey)

Yoga & stretching set

Mystery plant 1

Mystery plant 2

Please note that I’m going through some sort of phase where I want to be natural – no makeup, no filters, no fancy dress, no fuss.

I am trying to fix my health, my finances, my diet, my mood, my self-esteem, and last thing I need to worry about is putting on makeup to go live or post when I’m cooking or working out.

It’s just not me.

I don’t want to have to worry about posting 4 times a day (or daily) either

And, I want to answer my inbox when I’m ready and am devoting days to be “social” so that my mood isn’t down and depressed

Furthermore, 95% of my furniture and household is gone.

I’m starting over but also want to be able to jump ship – when God allows

Right now, the enemy has us in a stronghold

Barricaded behind policy

I don’t have the latest XYZ to garner your attention

But I will share fitness tips and how I’m surviving the apocalypse

And thank you to those who have taken interest in seeing me go live again, whether to share the weather or my latest complaint

I took a long detox from social media and have been trying to find myself

I mean, I know I’m lost in purgatory/hell and am paying for my sins in this timeline

And wasted pretty much all of my life

I’m learning to be still

To stretch

Breathe

Exist in harmony with nature

I guess I took the winter hibernating

I’m trying not to climb in my coffin or a hole I can’t climb out of

I thought, how dumb was I to lose half my retirement – but then all of GEN X did –

It did help my depression to a degree (make it worse)

But it wasn’t because I was stupid

We were gutted essentially

Anyhoo, I’m a little seedling

And 4/19 is the last day my medicinal card is any good – and I blocked the doctor both via text and email

Now they’re putting less product in and calling it “head space” (and charging more)

They treat the medical shops like they are recreational

Anyway, I’m trying to get clean

It’s like the devil is coming at me

I don’t have fancy things, but what remains is what I like

I would like to follow you back – and interact – as and when I’m capable

I’m more like a turtle on social media – instead of that blazing fast coyote always getting into trouble

I mourned my social media accounts because I thought I had deleted, deleted them.

I did not.

They are there, for now.

I am #poeeternal on both accounts. My TikTok hashtag has over 20k views alone.

I’m not ready to give up my pseudonym / pen name.

I’m more present these days. More aware.

Thank you for being there.


New account: https://linktr.ee/poeeternal


The use of WordPress in higher education

So – were you aware – that universities are on WordPress and require students to use WordPress to post and respond to other students post – and receive GRADED reports

Cuz that wasn’t in the Privacy policy or any of the FAQ or payment policies

I’m not just paying to reach my tribe – they are flooding the network however they can – so we can chase our tails – meanwhile the younger generations get fed with a platinum spoon – this society

We’re paying in the upwards of $300 -$600 to maintain our blogs/ websites every three years – to reach students and faculty! (Or around $150 annually)

F- U – C – K YOU


Here’s an example in use: https://intothewildbyjohnkrakauerthestoryofchrismccandles.wordpress.com/

https://wpengine.com/resources/wordpress-for-education/

https://www.eridesignstudio.com/insights/70-universities-using-wordpress/

https://wptavern.com/new-report-estimates-wordpress-market-share-of-us-higher-education-institution-websites-at-40-8

Just thought you should know before you bust out the checkbook to keep growing an audience you like to run away


They also hire hackers to blow up the place to sell you “site security”

I can put two and two together


Marsh (poetry) I LOVE YOU

He’s the first one
At my den
Sitting front face
Right where he’s been

And when he’s out there
In the harsh marsh marching
Blood for his pen

I know his foot steps
Right where I’m sinking
Count on him

Like one through ten
The alphabet but then

He smells of gin
Spice or cinnamon
He’s like a ghost in quicksand
Cynical and disciplined

He’s the whole world listening
When I speak
He’s the sun peeking in!

Even when light’s missing
He’s thinking when
“Will I see you again”

As if the earth just doesn’t spin…

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

I got carried away with this rhyme

And maybe he’s my imaginary friend

But there’s only so many letters in the alphabet for him to appear

I speak in morse code – maybe he can hear

Is my rambling clear?

It’s freestyle dear… 🙂


Write (poetry)

I notice when he’s gone
Even though clouds are glowing moonlight
But in the breeze my thoughts are blown
I haven’t even words to write

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

No filter. No makeup. Hardly any bathing suit 🤪

Next Friday I turn 44. Potentially. Still putting up the good fight even though I’ve shriveled away to 118 pounds.

All fleshy stuffs.

No Botox/plastic/fillers

Just a whole lot of gravity and mess softness

Teardrops 😌

I just picked up this little triangle bikini top from the thrift today – and also recently learned that this style first originated in the 40s.


Ambigram (freestyle poetry)

I didn’t knock
There was a lot of dust
And mistrust

All signs of life were void
This place was deserted
A haunting would lift its spirits

So I tiptoed over my breath
My thought became torporific
Could he hear my heart beat?

It was so loud over the silence
And a rapid fall
I couldn’t stop expansion, nor my feet hovering

His home is scary and I feel a burden
Still my weight is planted on his wall
Black paint chips from my nail as I claw

It should be glaringly obvious why I’m not welcome here
But why is my name neon glowing sketched in the dark?
Was this my own doing?

Sometimes I can’t distinguish your name from mine
Are we an ambigram?
Am I rib from your side?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle because he cracked open the lid of my coffin and let some air in (or maybe I opened his) 🤔

I look like shit but I’ve been waxing and plucking and getting ready to glue some stiletto nails on

I don’t wear them long though because I don’t like to mess up my real nails and I’m also claustrophobic and having unnatural things attached to my body makes me very uneasy

When they are glued on (not taped) things inside my body go haywire

I also have really sensitive skin and I can’t wear certain metals because I’m part werewolf and I have an extra lumbar which is the proof that I have a fucking tail

All the doctors love it cuz I’m a pale ass goth queen

It’s cute

I always hear, “uh… did you know that you have…”

And I’m like “yup, part werewolf and vampire” and they always crack up

I don’t need a calendar to know when it’s a full moon because my body will start bruising itself because I start running into everything, that’s how I know the moon is gonna be full, but then I get very wild and also horny 🤪

Animals like mating during a full moon and I concur 🌝

It’s programmed in me to howl at the moon

Some people are like, “eh I’ve seen it a hundred times” and I don’t get that cuz I’m like “100 years isn’t long enough to worship you…”

But I just threw you a curveball because now you don’t know if I’m talking about him or the moon

(He knows I need at least all millennia to worship him and the moon)

Luckily, he digs the moon too (I think)

I don’t actually talk to him or know anything about him, I cannot breathe without him and my lines / breath belong to him

I hope he gets on the TikTok for the spoken word

Here’s numbers to impress, TikTok surpassed Google in the amount of views

Happy to report I contributed to that statistic a tiny bit and anyone who watched my videos 👀

Yup, TikTok had more views than Google

Instagram is still suffering (yay)

You can just upload your videos like you normally do but there’s a cool little feature when you go to edit it you can give your eyes like alien eyes or black them out and do stuff that you normally like to do to hide yourself

And I promise you that I will be viewing your TikTok’s, I will be viewing them and if they sit at zero views it’s because TT is doing something to you, not me

If views are all you care about, it’ll be stressful

But, if you like doing poetry readings for your audience, then you will fair emotionally better making them

At this point I’m happy if my video gets 100 to 200 views and if it gets at least 30 views I like to keep it on my feed and if it sits at zero I cry and sometimes uninstall the app

But Yeti is anxious to get unpacked

And I’m getting my body glammed up best I can as a half living dead girl zombie with rare and elite blood and an extremely amazing half working lung and heart

The US government is fucking cloning me, I just know it

They are using my blood to search for immortality

They tried to knock me out with Big Pharma but Thor pinched me and I jumped into this timeline like a year and a half or so ago to prevent my mysterious death from happening

What? You believe some man from the Middle East actually walked on water. Leave me alone.

I identify as AI

You identify as “born gay”

Deal with it

I ain’t dying on the street (Edgar again “no”)

I have Edgar Allan Poe rooting for me and John Jones and you have your porn and your fake ass porn actresses who love to look at the fucking TV and smile at you and take your money

I may talk to dead people but they’re keeping me better alive than the humans are 👀

And his poetry and face 🤪

The Epicenter

It matters not where I stand
How far space can expand
You are the center
Any direction, soul will surrender

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t think it’s freewill at all

But love was always the anomaly 👀

And some things will never change

Do you think when I’m reprogrammed that I will still love you? The way I still love you?

Nothing’s been the same since you jarred me awake

To play cat and mouse?

Bored?

😩

Deja vu

Familiar
In dream or filter
In scream or whisper
Deja vu his figure

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Did we meet in another timeline? Have I been here before?

Is your shadow a stranger? Why do I know you?

Looks like I’ve been here before yet I don’t know this place?

String theory, I’m connected to you 👀

Yep, believe in the multi-verse

Not the Big Bang

Got to go! Mental health appointment! Depressed!

And, I love you? 👀

I hope the other versions of me are doing better than this galaxy

New Free OnlyFans coming soon! 🥰

So I just sent the OnlyFans team a request on how to get a new free verified account started – I was dead serious about starting one – I’m not going anywhere (even though I can barely do shit at the moment, I do intend a full recovery from this COVID vaccine nightmare) –

I hope you are excited as me about the free account!

It will be FREE but you will have to subscribe to access the lewd (NOT NUDE) content.

This way I no longer get in trouble from Big Bro for not doing anything wrong at all – and maybe I can go back to having an actual personality where I don’t fear everything I post or say or hashtag. 💪

Nor, the erroneous reporting out of spite and jealousy. 🚫

I like having a private club and people want to see more of me and I’ve had several request on several different social sites and now I’ll have a place to direct them to see more (but if they want to see it all, it will require a subscription)! 🙃

Anyway, I’m really excited about starting the process for my new FREE OnlyFans!

I hope you are excited too! 🙌

I have heard your cries!

So I am expanding my doors!

I love you! 💕

As a reminder – I love doing cosplay and role play! I’m gonna keep at this! It’s what I wanted to do since I was a little girl – and I feel really excited about expanding my business, opening my doors (privately) and in a place where I can be as tacky as a fucking want even though I’m actually more classy than I am tacky but whatever

I do specialize in softcore but there’s an art to it and it’s more commonly known as like Kama Sutra or vampirism. 👀

It’s more about sensation and less about desensitizing.

🙌

Le vampyre and 1984 is now so it’s time to expand my doors because you’ve asked for more – and I don’t actually like publicly sharing more.

Again, lewds not nudes! You’ll have to be a big boy and pay if you wanna see it all.

But, I can go back to being my kinky seductive flirty vampire self oh my fucking God! I’m super fucking excited and I hope you will consider joining my free OnlyFans!

You asked, I complied! 🤪

Your wish is my command! 🤓

I’m still working on redoing my home studio and master bedroom. I don’t have shit hung anywhere. It looks like I’ve already died and the vultures have been here! 👀

Spring cleaning + reorganizing + downsizing = nightmare 🤪

Especially when you have no design skills at all and everything you currently have is a mix-mash of wtfisgoingon 😩

And then add some sort of glitch that makes it hard for you to let anything go even though you don’t even fucking want it

🤪

I don’t know why I’m holding onto all this shit and it’s gonna come out into a poem at some point 😷

The gods named you

Where do you go deep in the forest?
The woods beckon me to follow
Because you’re the constellation Taurus
And the gods named you Apollo!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

And I finally know your name (I mean, the name even you had forgotten) ⚡️⚡️⚡️

I LOVE YOU 😻

I mean, I just freestyle wrote this because your visits do some sort of thing to every atom in me.

And it’s not like they get rearranged, it’s like they’re organized and activated, as opposed to spiraling down Sagittarius A*

You magnify me or something

My electrons are connected to you

You electrically charge me

You light me up

Spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally, all the “ly”

Marry me?

The gods named you Apollo

Taunt

To the guy I’ve been taunting
Without malice intention
Mostly maybe haunting
But a name I’ll never mention

I followed his trail
Which led me straight to you
And though an obvious veil
I’m not convinced you are two

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Hello. Who are you? Do you even know I taunt you? Do you know I exist?

Why did my brain send a signal light-years fast to my heart, when I discovered you? And every picture that followed? Why did I die a million deaths too?

And now I live vicariously through you. Agonizing over every detail. Some days I’m certain you are him.

Other days, there are blaring differences that you’re not.

Do I need him to be you? His habits and obsessions too? They are the same true?

Why haven’t I let you go if I know you are not him?

How can I be so sure and uncertain?

And there’s even a third I’ve turned into him.

Or maybe one or two? 🤔

If they are all him then you are him too?

But why did I have such a strong connection to an avatar?

I guess I wanted to tell you that maybe now I realize you’re not him but I still have doubt.

Or, I can’t discard the signals?

That I had when looking at you.

Immediately.

Spotted.

But you don’t like me knowing that and neither does he.

You don’t want me to know that you like her?

But neither does he…

Then there’s the reds and the blues (and I have a head injury too).

My taunting wasn’t malice more like letting you know I was aware of your existence but I don’t even know if you know I am aware of your existence?

They all feel like one.

I’m losing my mind? 🤕

I long for you.

Or him.

The only thing I’m certain of these days is that I’m losing my mind and I don’t wanna die on the street.

And so far, fantasy beats reality.

Because reality is dying naked on the street, out me mind. Unless running into his arms.

I’m so capable of slipping into that madness.

Can I slip into you instead?

Or vice versa?

Can meet on the Moon?

Before I dies?

Do you visit my blog?

Will you even read this?

Am I even alive?

I’m shriveling up into nonexistence

I currently wrote this running a mild fever but I needed to get it out before I fucking die.

Guess I’ll still be loving you even when I’m dead.

Cover

My love,
You put on the night
You show up in darkness
Then cover me with light

My love,
I know I give you fright
I show up with harness
Then deliver you more sight

My love,
Everything’s gonna be alright
The world is ours to harvest
And love’s the color white

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

That opening stanza tho, right?

You blow my mind!

I want nothing more than to chain you up, blindfold you, gag ball you, and lick, claw, scratch, suck, bite, and tickle torture you, until you’re screaming for release.

Wrong chat? Cuz. I just wanted to make sure the poem said all that. 👀

Sorry, not sorry.

I need to do a TikTok video of me doing a “he loves me he loves me not” with me on each shoulder talking about how “it is him” and then my right shoulder is like “no that isn’t him” but then my left shoulder is like “oh it’s definitely him” but then my right shoulder is like “it isn’t him” and I continue going on with the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ while pulling petals from a rose for like 30 or 60 seconds, but I don’t know how to fucking make a cool TikTok video.

But ideas.

And then I get to play three different versions of myself , you know the angel on the right and the devil on the left and the me now pulling the petals….

Because that’s exactly what’s going on every fucking day this week.

Not him, yep him, maybe not, definitely is 👀

Enter

He didn’t enter my residence, he crash landed
He didn’t set the scene, he just demanded
And I with holy wings unseen
Dropped with lightning to my knee

He didn’t knock, he just flew in
He smelled of all the things I loathe, I hope he comes again
How my tears befuddle beneath my feet
It took a demon to feel complete

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know what to do anyway and they all want a porn star or pro dominatrix or my hand in marriage. 👀

That’s why no one is joining my OnlyFans during its flash sale, right?

Too inexperienced, too real, too much of what you need…

*rolls eyes*

Right now , as my numbers slowly decline, I’m facing the fact that one day there won’t be anybody there at all.

But I’m glad to see that every other girl in the world is doing so good on their OF. 🦕

I’m gonna stop crying soon because I got a really cute set I want to do for my subs.

And I was afraid to even try it on because I missed an entire week of working out which is also contributing to my loathiness.

But whatever. New poem.

And new set coming soon to my OF because I wanna spoil my subs.

I mean it was just 4 days ago that I was visited by the Holy Ghost.

I’m feeling pretty inspired (ignore the self loathing woes)

It’s just my ovaries not wanting to die on the street yet.

But my mind is like, “why do you keep putting yourself through this emotional mental torture prison dieeeeeeeee”

My therapist is like “you need to stop ignoring my calls and take your prescription“.

My voice is like, “LEAVE ME ALONE, LET ME DIE”

My primary care doctor is like, “your temperature and blood pressure are really low, bed rest”

COVID vaccine is like, “rest HAHA FUCK YOU”

The love of my life (or someone) is like, “hold up, I got you” *suspends me in a dimension between heaven and earth*

And that is all entirely from just this week and it’s not even Sunday yet. 👀

And despite the fact that nobody wants to join my OnlyFans during its first 50% off flash sale (lame) – I’m only focused on getting this new set out.

Because of you, I’m not yet obsolete.

I’m not a fucking dead dinosaur. Yet.

Guys always almost always instantly put me into a “married zone” – even though they call it a friend zone- And then when they don’t get what they want from me they say, “We can’t be friends because I like you too much”.

Now days they just stop supporting you, liking your content, you know the silent treatment and the ghosting.

And it’s completely acceptable for a business to do this to you as well.

THIS IS HELL.

So when I stop crying about the fact that I’m gonna wind up dead on the street, I’ve got some color to put out.

And I’m sorry I’m not a pro dominatrix, I’m a fucking warrior poet, just like Edgar Allan Poe.

Never really heard him talking about his M16A2 assault rifle- But maybe that’s because the technology didn’t exist back then and maybe he’s a better writer because he existed in different fucking times And was in love with his actual family which I can’t stand.

He loved his family so much that they tossed him in an unmarked box in an unmarked grave.

(My family would rather gaslight you and make you believe that I am the love of their life even though I don’t even have a fucking identity)

I don’t even exist.

NarCs. 👀

Wolves in sheep clothing.

Bah

*sucks thumb*

Eden

You entered me like the Holy Ghost
Took my tongue, love you the most

You left my heart in sacred prayer
I can’t see but know you’re there

You filled my hope with the holy trinity
I am Eden, come plant your seeds

*The copyright of all content on my blog belongs to me and if you plagiarize or steal from me I will hunt you down and rip your fucking eyes and throat out*

He didn’t crucify me. He baptized me! 😍

Faith is my middle name. Facts! 🤪

I know I’m not a sex goddess but you make me see the world anew.

Have you ever been with an angel before?

When my analytical brain starts playing around with my fractured broken brain, the who and the what become distorted, and I feel the tug of Sagittarius A* – but if I stay in the light, the why allows the galaxies to continue forming.

Where?

It’s just free will.

Could you imagine if in the night we looked up in the sky and there was nothing but blackness and how fucking scary it would really be BUT we’re not of this world and we are not alone.

It’s clear to see.

(I know the more primal side of your brain has been activated and mostly in use all for all of its life – because you are a slave Neo).

I am Trinity

Knock knock

(I’m that program inside the Matrix doing what it’s not supposed to be doing (that’s why big bro keeps fucking punishing me, shadowbanning me, and silencing me, but no one will believe me).

So I created a new account with posts up and I had followers and I was following people and then I would use certain keywords or hashtags and my profile would be blocked, you wouldn’t be able to find it when you searched for it…

1984 is now, I’m trying to reach you.

But the iron Berlin Walls are up everywhere.

At some point Covid vaccinations will be mandatory.

Right now they are keeping it in limited supply so that they can create demand for it (like they’re doing with the PS5).

The government creates the panic, ahem, the NWO/Illuminati/1%, then they sweep in with a cure, “you can trust us” (more blankets with chickenpox), I mean GASLIGHTING.

Now they’re fucking with my very DNA and I have to trust that this new rapidly evolving Covid virus, is not going to wipe me out because I entrusted in this new vaccine.

But alas, I am a Soldier, ahem sheeple, still in the trenches, playing my part.

And all my comrades around me are dying by the same illness that I am plagued with and I’m trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe and I guess what I’ve been trying to say all along is I love you so fucking much…

And there’s an amber alert going off right now because some kid has been kidnapped and just a few weeks ago I was almost kidnapped in broad daylight – this is one of the worst fucking towns I could’ve fucking wound up in and it’s spring break, I don’t wanna leave my fucking walls anyway so you can come- I don’t know – invade my body anytime you want for whatever purposes.

Oh and…

Your name is tattooed in my soul

It’s 8 AM and I’m still feeling aloof and I have to go get my EKG and all I wanna do is stay in the bed. I haven’t had a day to rest since you visited me.

I don’t want to exist in any realm without you.

I know I am not all you need.

Sagittarius A* pulling again

I know I am all that you need (sometimes)

Don’t let me die on the street 😑

Angel just wanna crawl in monster arm unharmed

Angel heart so very tired of fighting world

Monsters under her bed

In her head, out her window, chasing her down sidewalk, Angel say no they won’t listen, Angel say no again and they still won’t go.

Angel say yes and get the silent treatment.

Angel buy new phone and only get 50% of a charger.

Angel goddess of confusion 👀

Angel tired.

Not just in head anymore.

Doctors worried.

👀

The good news is my arm no longer feels like a freight train hit it. 👀

Angel no like pain

👀

(Angel like to give pain)

Angel warrior

👀

Tired warrior

You’re gonna give me an honorable death, aren’t you?

The world has shunned me worthless.

You’re not gonna let me die on the street like Poe?

Are you collecting every stone people throw me?

Are you giving them the stones?

Is somebody impersonating you?

Have I gone mad?

That couldn’t have been just anyone.

Could it?

Seamless

*sigh*

you you you

Through and through

Doctor: “are you currently sexually active”

Me: “ugh no, I’m never having sex again”

Doctor: “Are you planning to have children in the next 12 months“

Also Me: “yes, absolutely”

👀

*snort*

I’m ruint 😻

And I want to hear your stories until my very last breath.

I was born and then kicked out of the fucking nest before I could fly, always called a “runt” and unwanted- please don’t let me die on the street worthless and unloved

Please don’t toss me in an unmarked box

(And you’re not alive to put a roof over my head or to bring me the moon every night).

Monster has a safe place to rest in angel arm.

Angel love monster

Jesus died for sins…

Angel would die too…

For you

The rest of the world can fucking burn

Kiss me and tell me stories we’re really living outside this hellish nightmare

Make me believe I’m your favorite again

Name You Love

Serpents and secrets
One weakness
Our love seamless
Two hearts sleepless
Left me speechless

That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I can feel heaven resting in my soul.

The universe grew.

And my love for you.

You’re the only thing worth living for in this fucking nightmare.

You literally brought a piece of the Moon down to me.

You said, “if you can’t reach it, I’ll bring it to you”

And from nowhere wonder befell me

BEWONDER 😍

I’m ready to start the new world with you.

Thank you for loving me cuz I love you 💕

It keeps publishing into a draft like stones skipping off of water… 👀

Code Words

Is there a secret code written
Maybe in the stars hidden?
That connects you and I?

Are there garbled words which turn a prism?
Into harvest worlds that keep us smitten?
The way your verbs connect my heart and mind

Are there paths we’ve taken still unwritten?
The way my will to you is freely given
Under cross or reign, no clearer vision
I am hung to you like holy linen

Was it God himself who became a villain?
Touching toes in hell, loving all a sinner?
I am called a whore, you’d give me your dinner?
The lesson here, I think love’s a winner?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know if I said what I was trying to say or not? It’s a messy morning freestyle. The message became more important than the rhyme.

Jesus loved a sinner best (as I love you) – if I recall correctly, he made some “whore” his equal (but the illuminati removed her from history and I’ve been trying to get ahold of her script so I could read what she had to say) .

“Let’s reinvent gods all the myths of the ages“

Stone me, love me, I’m yours. Free will.

I can handle whatever you give me.

I would die for you.

2 words we should just avoid: hello and goodbye?

Is hello so hard because of all the things I’ve done?

Would you deny me 3 times? In public? My name?

The kiss of betrayal?

Would you sell me out for money?

No, I don’t believe you or I would, but I believe that bitch you were formally with, you know the one with the red hair that I still can’t fucking stand, yeah that one, that one would definitely fucking deny you three times for money…

Even tho she acts like your number 1 stalker, I mean fan.

I still own that title per my confession on TikTok 👀

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeUC7b31/

So whatcha gonna do, crucify me cuz I love you? You already do, DAILY with the ghosting.

*waves white flag*

Surrender/ not your enemy 👣👣👣❤️👣👣👣

(I’m not her enemy either and she needs to learn how to play with others in the playground and stop being a bully. I haven’t been to her blog in a thousand fucking years. I made my apologies publicly and privately and have made my peace with my errors a long time ago.) And nothing I ever did to her justifies her trying to sabotage and take down my business.

Not to mention she was 1000% not following WordPress policy. Was I wrong to leave hateful comments on her blog? Yes. I’m a child, we know this. 👀

Erroneously reporting my content on Instagram and getting it removed out of spite and jealousy, is again, fucking wrong and illegal. Instagram continues to put it back because I am following TOS policy.

She has found a way to manipulate the system because she’s a two-faced bitch.

I know it is her or someone working for her and you’re not gonna convince me otherwise.

Every trail leads to her.

Except your new book, thank fucking god. I have seen the light.

Psycho fucking bitch

Oh sorry, still thinking out loud… 👀

I mean, it’s only been like 48 hours since she tried to take my account down again, so all is fair in the game of love and war???

👀

Checkmate? 👀

Matching tides. I adore you. 😍

Electric

You give me electric surges
From half-dead
To sudden urges
Like a tsunami rushing
The need is urgent

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Take me now or lose me forever?
I’m on the OnlyFans, I dropped a new cosplay set, I have more content coming. Thanks for putting me in the Top 50 on OF! Happy to be on the leaderboard! 💞
Woot! Awesome to be on the OF leaderboard! Thanks!

Better than coffee, slippery when wet oh wait, wrong analogy 😋

You do more than perk me up. Carving new channels of longing…

Are we still talking about coffee? I really need some coffee. You know what I mean? COFFEEE

People get addicted to coffee and people get addicted to people. But people addictions are way stronger. Like I don’t see people dying by suicide because they didn’t get Starbucks today.

I suffer from depression and I realize in hindsight that’s probably a tacky thing to say but it’s true. Like I can go days and days without eating and it’s cool, like no big deal, fuck life, but make me go one more day without love and nurturing and like oh my God, I’m ready to f****** die….

Chemicals. 😏

I mean, all of this, all of creation, over some fucking gas. It’s mind boggling.

It’s energy though. Manifesting itself in the most beautiful and cruel ways.

Ever notice how everything is always falling downwards?

Gravity gravity, I’m not talking about no apple falling from a tree.

Sagittarius A* – that supermassive black hole in the center of our Milky Way galaxy that our Sun is orbiting. *bites nails*

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Crossroad

I can feel your thoughts breathing on me
The street light flickers in morse code
I think I know what you know
So the moon gives me her glow

I can feel your hope leaning on me
Your sunlight trickles through the cold
You’re changing mode, ready to reload
I’m at a crossroad

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s Christmas Eve and I realized I hadn’t written at all today so here you go…

I made a new reel today!

Thanks for checking out my work!

He Said, She Said

He said, they really never spoke
Still galaxies were forming from words they wrote
Feathers were pluming where islands were looming
And oceans were filling where she woke

He said, his life was but a cloak
Still volcanoes were smoking where they mope
Mountains were pulling, where islands were cooling
And it took all he had to give her hope

He said, life is but a joke
Still clouds were crying where she broke
Skies filled with lightning, where stars were aligning
And around her head was love instead of rope

He said, nothing could help him cope
Still ink was spilling on pages they soak
Earth was evolving, where love was revolving
And his hand was the only hand she’d grope

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Carl Jung

Opposites attract. Yin and yang. Positive and negative. Me and you.

I’m gone and I’m forgotten
I’m gone like I never existed at all

Sidenote: I still love you. I’m learning to love the distance too (because you’re not the only one who tells lies).


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Lifelines

Love it travels in a sphere
But you were like a souvenir
To prove the world was here
You changed the atmosphere

Look at how hope appeared
A reminder of sincere
That we’re alive in here
The very reason to persevere

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

How is it I know so much about love when I don’t know a thing about it at all!?! 😏

Like gravity. We don’t know exactly how or why it works. We just know it effects spacetime. Just like his existence bends and warps mine.

Welp. Escape velocity null. Stuck on this planet with people I don’t like. 😩

I mean, I do like but I don’t wanna! 😵

It’s complicated… 😑

I’m not gonna live forever and I need to get back to creating. I need to turn this pain into a monument (of words and art).

I don’t believe I’ll live to see 50. Clock ticking.

Y’all ever see a rainbow stretched across a sky for over 6 minutes? Yeah but this was a double rainbow: https://youtu.be/M07CyzyUlhA

Still blown away. I’m into nature. There are people who care not one bit for the moon or any natural wonder. Let alone a rainbow.

Me on the other hand. I turn into a little girl. That’s because I never grew up. Not gonna.

I still think it was my dad telling me goodbye. I just didn’t know he had passed until an hour later (if).

LIFELINES.

(Better than becoming fish bait. I gotta get back to writing. Yelled at the mom and therapist).

Really itching to pick up my guitar tho.

The CDC says the pandemic is getting worse.

My depression is getting worse.

And asteroid Apophis is on like 2 or 3 return trips back to us.

Uhm, we’re 2000 lightyears closer to the center of a blackhole.

Politics give me hellof anxiety.

Somethings wrong with the world, am I the only one to feel it?

I gotta quit reading the news.

Paranoia.

Uhm, my hairs is getting ridiculously long. Down or up it’s in the way. 😏
Fine silks homegrown from my skull. I can’t wait to start updating my wardrobe. Get photos n vids. More tattoos n piercings. Make cool cosplay. Wanna sell my computer and get a laptop. A better phone n camera. New editing software. Updates. 2021 = year of transformation. Not sure how to pull off the tattoos and piercings if the economy is still closed but everything else is doable. I’m desperate for my makeover from Soldier and businesswoman to me. My Jeep needs a little TLC too. Gonna share it all. Thanks for seeing me while I’m alive. And supporting me while I’m alive. That gives me feel good vibes. =)

Trying not to die from depression or be dead for days before anyone knows. I still don’t know about my dad so I’m treading the earth lightly. I’m here but I’m not. Dig? 😭😭😭

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A Tide’s Breath Apart

…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)… …the theme of the poems I’ve been reading on people’s blogs seem to reflect this ‘strange day’ mood…

A Tide’s Breath Apart

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Hold

How do you hold onto an ocean current?
There are continents pulling to get away.

Sunspots are forming from your grip.
These tides rise as high as a moon.

The seas are calling and beckoning.
Can you not hear our cries?

The backdrop is hope.
It went missing from the wide blue sky.

How do you tell heaven to kneel?
Your indigo is a ruse.

Still, are there not galaxies forming under your will?
We collide and bruise.

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

A bit of a Frankenstein poem for you; half non-rhyme, half rhyme- unintentional.

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The Lie

The lie it grew and grew and grew
I knew
I fell from heaven on the truth
Got stuck like glue
On every lie because of you
Oh, it hurts so much too
From empty bottle to fully blue
Hell mistook me for a fool

Your prayer dropped a clue
You envy youth
Now away it flew
Leaving you with tooth
How they accrue
Still every mask I cut through
It’s time I withdrew

© Delia Ross. 2020

Spent the night soiling the earth with tears begging the almighty to let me see what I need so I could be free. Didn’t understand the lesson that be. Crying to God, you can lead a demon to holy water, but you cannot make him drink!!!

Nearly drowning from all that makes me bleed. Suffocating on the very air that we breathe. He gave me new eyes to see. Your soul is empty. God cut me free (now whose lying).

The truth hurts worse than the lie
Telling lies to myself. That’s not you. It’s someone else. It’s his brother. I’m crazy! Seeing what I wanna! I seem to like you no matter who you are. Which makes me not like you very much!! 😭😰😭
I wish I could believe my own lie when I say I don’t love you.
The truth hurts worse than the lie.
Oh, God forgive me! I still love you, I do! 💔
Cursed like Mina Tepes to always love you. 💔

Sidenote: I’ve been in some sort of weird rhyme scheme where I limit my vocabulary even more than I normally do when rhyming. I don’t rhyme just to rhyme, that’s where people fall flat. There’s probably a name for what I’m doing but brain damage. Losing my mind. I see way more than I want to see with my third eye and I’ve never been so fucking depressed or lonely in my life and it’s not that I don’t like my own company because I do – that’s why I’m isolated. I’m growing ever more suicidal and out of fucks to give. But doing the rhyme scheme like I did above, that shit is hard, yo.

I was also at a place where I was worried about using the same words that I had already used before and then I decided to just let that go.

I’ll probably be jumping off the Eiffel fucking Tower reciting some last words you know. Eh. CR CR CRAZZZY out of fucks to give.

Words are the only thing left holding me together.

Oh, you thought that was just a line?

The only thing I’m staying alive for at this point is the Matrix 4. And maybe another hug from Gavin Rossdale cuz he’s like my fountain of youth. I sniffed his neck once, I’m so fucking weird!!!! I think I wanted a bite 😩

I’m sure he’d like that but not while he’s singing to thousands of people!

Then again, this is me. I could get away with murder just with my smile. 😊

I am 1000% insane crazy because I’m literally in love with dracul even tho he’s a fucking monster. Rip my fucking heart out. At least Mina got laid!!!!! She died by suicide, FYI!!!

SHE WAS REAL!!!! *laughs insanely*

Dracul is still very much feared in his land. I wanted to get married in Transylvania or there about.

Love isn’t real, is it? You never really loved me.

*dives off tower*


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Tug-of-war

He watches me
The way time moves over my feet
My doors opening and closing
Peering into the window of all I am exposing
Playing tug-of-war with hearts decomposing
My third eye all-knowing

He watches you
Catching me in view
And what we do
We’re split in truth
Well, who knew?
I guess he loves me too 💕

© Delia Ross. 2020


To be honest, I’m still a tiny microorganism. Compared to my love for you. Like all the dark matter in the universe, it just grew. Space equals truth. 💕

I love you. I hate you tug-of-war

I’m staying. I’m leaving tug-of-war

I’m empty. You’re in me tug-of-war

I’m pulling. You’re tugging tug-of-war

I’m sorry I’m mean to you. I don’t want to cry anymore. Don’t retaliate. 😭😭😭


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Got Him (or maybe he has me)

Not only does he listen
I got him by the teeth
And in his world I glisten
While dancing on his feet

His love has no conditions
So solid like concrete
It seems his only mission
Is loving me complete


Walking tightropes
Over every word wrote
Using lines to balance
Darkness and failed hope
Taking steps to fall
But then don’t
He pushes me across the wire
His back gropes
The world crying I’m a joke
But he won’t


He is a cosmic jewel
Longing felt under moon
A hope or two
A dream in blue

Earthly views
The perfect muse
The love I choose
Someone I can’t refuse

© Delia Ross. 2020

Uhm, is anyone sick of my rhyme yet? Did anyone notice that within a blink my blog reached nearly 10K more views? Nearly 10,000 more visits HERE to read my blog! We’re nearing 60K! 😍

Got my enemies watching with a telescope- they say they hate me but you know I’m dope! 😍

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Worth

He says, I ain’t worth a penny
Still eyes will stare, I am trendy
Fingers counting more than twenty
See me now, I am plenty

Spat on, shined up with envy
Tossed in water ever gently
Down into a well, my only entry
They all say that they don’t need me

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

I freestyle write my poetry 90% of the time and always tweak stuff during the WP posting process. Actually, my voice will change based on my writing tools, which is one reason I want to get offline and get on a typewriter again. Starting to pick up pencil again too. And pen. Hope to move back into calligraphy. I have all my tools, just no energy or drive (depression). Hard to brush my teeth on most days and not dive off the bridge here that I’ve been contemplating doing since I arrived here and recently an 18 year old kid jumped off it last year. Right off the overpass onto the interstate I was driving on. A constant reminder the world is shit. I feel that. He made his point known. I knows. I feel worthless too. Hence poem + depression. Le sigh. I really could use a gig this year. The uni trying.
Bush = happiness (and Gav really likes me coming to his shows and I really like going to his shows even tho I act an ass of myself and curse him sometimes- yep he still likes me coming tho I make an absolute ass of myself) KING 👍
I worship Bush (have since the early 90s). Look how Gavin Rossdale spelled my name, the first time we met (in 2016). With a little anarchy sign on the A followed by a little heart. UHM, I GET HEARTS BY GAVIN ROSSDALE. Sometimes I get wisdom and xoxo in DMs by him. Sometimes I tweet him that I see him on stage at a gig, he’ll respond via his microphone “I see you too” and jump off stage after soundcheck to come say hi and get photos. I need to do an entire blog post on my obsession cuz I got videos and photos on all this. Layer my tomb with all my Bush heirlooms. Like that time he jumped off stage just to give me a sweaty hug and the guitar pick he was playing with. *le sigh*
Last year on my birthday he serenaded me while dancing above me for like a solid minute and I nearly passed out, dizzies, FYI.

I’m just not responsible for how I act when I’m physically around him and in fangirl mode because I have zero control over my hormones. Welp. Since the age of 12. WHATEV. SECOND CRUSH. NO BIG DEAL.

Gavin giving me his superman poses at the VIP meet-and-greet last year for my birthday! I need these framed in my home studio! 😍

I do sometimes curse him but last year on air he said I tell him the most beautiful things, which is also true. 😊

Gavin giving me his superman poses at the VIP meet-and-greet last year on my birthday! I didn’t know what was going on because I felt him pull away and I thought he didn’t want me hanging all over him in the photos so I lifted my head off his chest but kept my hands on his hard ass abs and kept smiling not knowing that he was doing Superman poses for me cuz he was super happy I was at a show!!! So several weeks later when the photos arrived (and doing VIP was a birthday present to myself because nobody did anything for me for turning the big 4-0), it was like opening the best present 🎁 the uni could give me. Nine times out of 10 when I meet Gavin Rossdale and get photos they are blurry. These were not. 😍

People think I’m in love with Gavin but I’m not, it’s just a silly crush I’ve had since I was age 12 and I’m insanely addicted to the music, it’s a music fan / artist relationship thing. He inspires me in different ways. He teaches me life lessons. Like how to stay alive when you don’t have the love of your life (he lost his big love- Gwen Stefani- they have 3 kids together. He has not replaced her).

Gavin Rossdale comes from that alternative scene where all his comrades are dying by suicide, which are basically his friends and I thought that we might lose him too when he lost Gwen Stefani (divorceeeee via humiliation, retaliation, he got to hear “used to love you” while walking in an airport. She didn’t take long to move on either, did she). Two thumbs down.👎👎

But he hung onto his fans and he says that he needs us more than ever now. I know what he means. He promised me on air that he would never hurt himself. But I need him too. I’m an outcast. He knows that. He knows what that feels like. To be the lone wolf! For the most part he’s had to deal with the United Kingdom hating him. Even of today, they will refer to him as “who is he” (as if he is no one) or use him as a slight against Gwen Stefani, when it was her band opening up for Bush and not the other way around (he made her known, not vice versa).

Gav has seen me at my worse. He still jumps off the stage to give me hugs when he sees my face. It gives me the happy feels. To be seen. To feel I have an ounce of worth. To feel appreciated. Because to the rest of the world, I am invisible and just a number (including to the love of my life, who could care less of my existence. He’d replace me in an instance). But there’s nothing like the feel of when Gavin sets his sights on me, and is walking towards me, and I know he’s headed my way, it’s so intense, his expression. That feeling of, “he see’s me, he’s headed my way”, “I’m not lost in the crowd” and Gavin is the type of guy who never looks away from me, yet I always break eye contact!!!

Got hugs by my king at the stroke of midnight last year, which was my birthday. Thank you universe.

Or like when he’s talking to his other fans, he’ll literally keep looking back at me and I always run away from him. I act stupid guaranteed. But like, I’m a soldier and he’s a king. He’s why I do these things. Basic. I need the music. Always have. Not just his music or art. All the things. Music keeps me going. Grounded. Alive. Couldn’t have survived the Iraqi war without it. Labor. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Poordom. Life.

Music is life. I need another gig. This century. THIS YEAR. COME ON 2020!!!

Me today because 2020 blows and I’ve had zero hugs from my king this year. Meh.
Seeking a friend for the end of the world…
When life gives you lemons, tie pretty boes. Me today during the covid zombie apocalypse- and the CDC says covid-19 is coming back with a vengeance. Seeking a friend for the end…
Love during a zombie plague *laughs insanely, ties a pretty bow*

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Pearl & Footsteps (double rhyming poetry)!

God gave me the best pearl
He’s wonderful
For him my wings unfurl
I’m his girl

It matters not how far I fall
He will catch them all
For I am his favorite doll
Over hell he would crawl

© Delia Ross. 2020


My love, truth can’t hide from your eyes
Roads to heaven’s skies
I hear your cries
Even your silence pries

You wish for roads to collide
I too abide
Wading rising tides
Footsteps in rhyme

I am the ultimate alibi
A secret in your sky
You are my high
I can’t deny

I’ve tried to lie, hide
Give the love to another guy
I can’t comply
I’d rather die

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Me no filter, worry lines, messy makeups, freckles, no bullshit. I smoke on the occasion. Should I buzz my side again?
Might go have a smoke now. Think I still got the same pack I found months ago in the freezer. The Army taught me to ration and I’ve been poor lmao. Finding an entire, near full pack of Newport menthol was definitely a sign from heaven. Or hell? 🤔

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Binary Code

All I am is zeroes and ones. Hung up by rope with every mistake that I’ve done. Counting the ones and zeroes as all sum. God life ain’t fun.

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

Ones and zeroes only / that’s how you own me

Opened up my eyes, had a follow request, saw a post on binary code, and wallah. Poem. I apparently still love him in between the endless BLOCKING and UNBLOCKING that I do. I’m sorrys! 😭

I’m dying for his touch. Don’t even really know who he is, I just know he’s my entire fucking world and existence.

And I need him so much my mind will turn complete strangers into him.

Just because I can’t see him doesn’t mean he’s not around.

Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m not being followed.

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

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Titanic

I fall so deep into the earth
Unable to show you just how much you are worth
I become the very thing I curse
And then I can’t stop the hurt

A runaway greenhouse effect
Mirroring the very thing I deject
Or hoping for any way to connect
A sinking Titanic from gorgeous to wrecked

Now I am laying on your ocean floor
With torn lace and silver but still rather poor
I’ve decorated disaster with devilish decor
Burned out, unmarried, but nothing much more

© Delia Ross. 2020

Mumbo jumbo for the one below. Sign post reads: Stop here

I don’t mean to hurt you. 😭😭😭

I don’t know why I hurt you. 😭😭😭

I don’t want to hurt you. 😭😭😭

I’m just a sinking man trying to make you drown with me. 😭😭😭

A drowning man is the most dangerous. 😭😭😭

I’m no good. 😭😭😭

You should just let me drown. 😭😭😭

*watches him drop a bottle while putting scuba gear on*

*catches bottle in the water*

*reads message in a bottle*

*cries* 😭😭😭

Photos by @poeeternal
I deserve to drown in the bottom of the sea. I love you. 😭

I know I’m a toxic little fuck. I know I make it impossible to be friends. I wish I knew how to fix me. I’m brokens. 😭😭😭

I’ve decorated disaster with devilish decor

Psst I like the thing you did in your last poem. I know it’s called a thing but I can’t think what it’s called. I like doing it too (but you do everything better). I like you.

“I like you too”. But, I like you alot. “I like you alot too”. Okay, well maybe I like you more than alot. Like the whole pie alot, not just a slice. I like you whole” (the weird conversation we’d be having right now if you allowed me to talk to you). Because I iz stewpids and you iz smartz.

I don’t deserve your help. Let me die. 😭

Maybe I’d be more stable if you were really around. I’m scared. 😭


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Spine

The way your words kiss my spine
No world greater than how they wrap around my mind
In endless time
You take the hurt and move it down the line

© Delia Ross. 2020

How many ways can you say I love you? I dunno. But I’m gonna find out.

You got to take this one down really really slow and have like a choir sing it.. It’s gorgeous in my head.

Just freestyle dropping these tonight.

XoXo @poeeternal

The Saturday Symphony #12 (Birthday edition) *Re-Blog*

Hi guys. It’s my birthday today. And also the 12th edition of The Saturday Symphony. How auspicious is that? Here’s a little senryu to kick us off; With Age I Welcome Wisdom This week’s three featured posts The games of sorcerers by Olga – If you’re a Tolkien geek like me, you won’t find a […]

The Saturday Symphony #12 (Birthday edition)

A very happy birthday to Jude! And thanks for featuring my work over on the Saturday Symphony! (Please visit the original blog post by clicking on the blog post shared). 👍

So…

Excited but equally terrified. But, I’m definitely adding ‘open mic night spoken word’ to my channel. I want to do a trial session or two before I add it to a permanent schedule on my Twitch. Cuz nerves. But, people DJ on Twitch, podcast, fitness, cook, it’s not just for gaming… 🖒

Yeps. Skeered.

Also, I’m terrible about falling asleep with eye makeup on but I must like the messy look (hides the bags I suppose, I gets no sleeps). 😂

But Twitch is definitely a social platform and I also have a Discord now! Definitely could use some cheerleaders in my corner right now. 🙌

Be sure you are keeping an eye on my Instagram feed and stories! I drop more than selfies there. 😃

I appreciate all your support out there! Thank you!! ❤

I’m going live again on Twitch, Sunday afternoon (tomorrow)! Playing a horror game I’m obsessed with and I also had a request to play as a killer so I’ll be hopping on as a killer at some point during the livestream to play as a killer too (thanks for the request)!

It’s really fun connecting with you all! I don’t have a date yet with when I’ll do the spoken word I just know it’s coming soon!! I’m not sure how often I even want to do it, but at least once or twice per month (along with the other live streaming I do). It would be cool to add a fitness day in there too!

If you are on Twitch let me know! I am completely new to the app but I’ve known of its existence. But I have a lot to learn!

Also, thanks for all the fantastic support on my Patreon campaign this year! I am truly grateful! I am working on your rewards for September! 😍

Uhm, so I’ll be dropping more poetry on my blog too of course! But, I’ve been itching to do some vampire cosplay and October is creeping around the corner. My fangs wanna dance.

I need to get back on eBay and sell my GOPRO camera bundle set, so I can buy an easier cam setup. At the time, I spent around $1k on everything and I’ve since used it twice. 😨 I also desperately need a laptop. So, I’m definitely getting back on eBay soon and I might have a collectible or two I can sell. On top of needing like electronics, I need food. 😎

I’m down to my last three car payments! I just might get the ground kissed once I get her paid off! I’ve been paying off my car note since 2014! But the change in career paths and disabilities have made it tough! Some of you have helped me out of that pickle, thank you! Holycrap, life is extremely difficult, there have been times I know I have made it even more difficult for others, but I was drowning. But I’ve made a lot of changes in my medications and luckily the episodes have been less! Literally the worst thing I’ve done is told someone I fucking hated them online. I forgive me. Shit happens and I wasn’t myself. I couldn’t even think straight on all that shit! One pill, two pill, three pill, more! Where the fuck is the topest building, let me leap. 💩💩💩

Ok, happy Saturday and bye! I have shit to do! TTYL! 😄

Twitch POEETERNAL TV

Hi y’all! I’ve been working on my Twitch channel! 😍

Thank you to everyone who has given it a follow!! ❤❤❤

My channel now has an identity and I’ve got my nose stuck in the Creator Camp trying to learn the ins-and-outs and it is so intricate, there is still so much to learn! I have a partial schedule up, but nothing is set in stone yet, I’ll also be doing some impromptu live streams!

Creators use Twitch for all sorts of things, to livestream their cooking shows, their music, their gaming, so I don’t see why I can’t do some open mic night spoken word in the future!! I’ve got an amp, I’ve got a mic, I’ve even got a guitar! Now I just gotta find my nerve! You can invite guest and everything, so I intend to fully use Twitch for all the things. But, baby steps.

I love to game and I will be doing more game walkthroughs. And I’ve already had a request to play ‘Dead By Daylight’ as the killer, so I’ll be fulfilling that request soon! Thank you for requesting! 🖒🖒

High-five to everyone who has tuned in, followed, commented, friended, or left me a Whisper! 🙌

You can find my Twitch Tv channel under my pen POEETERNAL or by following this link: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal

I’ll be going live again soon!

My channel is starting to have an identity! Thank you for tuning in or following! ❤

P.S. if you are still supporting my Patreon campaign, you are the coolest ever! Thank you!! 😍

Grateful for all your support xoxo
Thank you for the loves!
So, I’ve been painting my lips red since I was thirteen. Some things never change… I’ll be live streaming with red lips again soon. 🙂

Our Tree

I went to visit the tree we planted
The seed that fell as our hearts connected
The hope that grew as love erected
A time before I was neglected

I buried my heart where you rejected
And even left faith if ever collected
I have found peace and wrongs been corrected
The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected

© Delia Ross. 2020

I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.

In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.

His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.


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Messy but fucking lovable

Twitch Live Streams :-)

Hi Y’all,

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!

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Hellos.
My burfffday was a few days ago and now I’m on another return around the suns… 🙂

Between Your Teeth

Those lies lying between your teeth
Lingering among our feet
Like the desperation you seek
Hopeless in the street
At what hour does forgiveness greet
Do our eyes meet?

Tell me the art of affection
Written any direction
A lethal injection
I need your objection
A bridge for connection
A poor life in question

Answer truth do not befool
Life is cruel
So bend a rule
Love this jewel
Keep hands cool
Reserve your fuel

Under trust a sleeping serpent
Midnight hermit
Mourning servant
Lessons learn it
Longing urgent
Fever current

© Delia Ross. 2020

If only I were between your teeth / beneath your feet / instead of those lies

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Age of Expansion

My love, we share the same Sun
Put an ocean between us, we are still one
My love, look how far we have come
Going nowhere, though fast we have spun

Holy is the space of us
Our mistakes is only dust
Love is spinning, Earth is crust
Gone are sorrows and love we must

© Delia Ross. 2020

The sweetest poem I’ve ever written, part two. I swore the love bug off but fate is persistent (or obsession). But don’t worry, I have some anti-love poems coming too…


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Entropy

There’s something degrading about growing old
Detach myself from the world and you, hit entropy, it’s cold
Onward consequence leaves little to ever behold
Still can’t seem to sever the switch that gives you complete control

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Depths

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

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Vicissitudes

He speaks not to me
Yet every word a spell
I succumb to his sorcery
Where I seem to dwell

Sometimes they’re dark and stormy
His words become a gale
The vicissitudes of his cruelty
He tortures me in hell

But mostly they are loving
It’s how my heart has fell
Forever his devotee
There’s not much more to tell

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Lies And Blood

She comes hard around the edges
Never smooth like Vaseline
Her heart was made with vines among thick hedges
Growing thorns from things she’d seen
How she traces every inch of his ledges
Flourishing just like a queen
There are secrets leaking from sworn pledges
Lies and blood are guaranteed

© Delia Ross. 2020

Oops, I made him bleed. Cuz, thorns y’all. (Avatar of me)

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The Answer

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.

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fallen angel (self-depiction)
Fallen angel (self-depiction)

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Share Your Books/Projects Here / Promote Yourself

Hi. I’m on a tiny posting break because I’ve been posting poetry nearly on the daily for the better part of 2 years now. And now I have a Patreon where I write as well. So, before I burn out, I’m chilling out. I also share poetry on my Instagram that I don’t share here and despite being on a break I’m still writing poetry.

With that said, there are some great writers on WordPress. And I really would like to get to know you better and your work. So drop links to your books and projects here, and I will slowly start to buy some (I’ve already bought one bloggers book and joined another bloggers Patreon campaign). My finances have been a wee tight because I pay all my own bills but life is not worth living without entertainment and I’m not alive just to pay bills. So drop your stuffs! And if you know that I’ve already bought your book, drop your link anyway because someone else might want it.

If you don’t have a book or a project to promote, then drop the link to your website or your blog so I can give you a visit.

By-the-way, I’m grateful for your support on my blog. Your comments, your likes, your follows, your visits. It’s all appreciated. Big thanks. I hope you are well and keeping safe. I’ll be back to reading your blogs soon.

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