If your words had a smell
Are they sweet like lavender?
The way your words are calming
So I stop to gander
If your words were a road
Per chance I could wander?
The way your poetry
Invites me to ponder
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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I don’t know who is who?
Turn the boy purple, he’s still you?
And that one on the corner, he is too?
In fact, multiple the number, now there’s a few?
Or maybe there is no one, my eyes can’t trust the view?
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
Obsession + brain injury = you you you 😏
I know the sun will never set on me
I only receive light from envy
I know my birth was not well received
Why true love was never achieved
I know why hope is deceived
And why lungs can hardly breathe
I know why razor lays unsheathed
Where faces will never grieve
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
First off, if you haven’t seen the film High Life, you should. I had a love-hate relationship with it when I watched it a few months ago, but it was one of those movies I had to watch again and again. And the end credit song sung by actor Robert Pattinson is sublime. I think it’s safe for you to at least listen to the song if you haven’t seen the film (or ever want to).
That movie is so bizarre I really don’t think the song will give anything away. Since the lyrics were freestyle, I wrote my poem freestyle as well. Can’t escape the rhyme tho. Welp.
When writing my version, I tried to keep with the same theme of the film for the most part. I’m big into sci-fi. 👍
You can watch/listen to the original theatrical song sung by Pattinson here.
So, my prompt was the film and music. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this before (prompts). But I’ve wanted to. So alas, my version… 👇
Willow, where are you rushing now?
Willow, where are you rushing now?
Over broken glass, through the blasphemy,
Do you follow it downstream?
What’s reality?
Willow, do you feel no pain?
Willow, are you still hiding shame?
In the hollow light, past infinity, do you think of me?
Willow, are you stretching my dream?
Willow, am I what I seem?
When I’ve lost defense, and there’s hopelessness, is there nothing real?
Are we moving still? Is there destiny?
Willow, how can you stand the night?
Willow, can you feel what’s right?
A tender will?
A wish
Nothingness
© Delia Ross. 2020
Completely inspired by the song “Willow” from the film ‘High Life’.
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If my lips were to touch your lips, would the Red Sea open up and part?
And in following your trail of clues, would it lead me to your heart?
If I rest my head on your soul, will love begin to sail?
And hope is the starlight we both would inhale?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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There might come a time, on some lonely and cold evening
When you feel your life had no meaning
You were never nothing in her mind
I hope one day you can remember
After all the chills colder than December
You were the field she could unwind
When on shoulders death you take to leaning
And so to life desperately clinging
You were the reason her wing refined
So if you fall to death not believing
Until an angel comes intervening
She’ll be the hand you fall behind
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Death and dying brings out so many emotions. When facing mortality, those big questions on the purpose of life come about, and often the non-religious will find comfort in religion. A lot of atheist will find God in the end and this actually happened to one of my favorite bands, Peter Steele, who found God in his end. You can watch videos of him talking about it on YouTube and read about it in articles. I still have a hard time listening to Type O Negative since Peter Steele died and they’ve been one of my favorite bands since I was 16. He was only 48 when he died. I’m 42. Welp. This is my last decade. I will not make it to 50. At this point surviving 2020 will be a fucking miracle.
I still don’t know if I said what I was trying to say because I was busy crying and blowing my nose.
I was trying to say that you saved my life and gave it meaning, when all the world had shunned me away on my darkest days.
I was trying to say something like, ‘you were there for me in my end, so I’ll be there for you in yours’ (whether by faded memory, poetry, or physical form).
When you think that your life doesn’t matter, remember that you made mine matter. You gave me sight and purpose. You opened my soul. You saved one of God’s precious angels.
I can’t write like the greats but we are definitely a modern day Romeo and Juliet. 😭😭😭
Wait… Except, nothing you write is for me so just forget everything I just said… brain injury > fantasy head
You make me write the most ridiculous, mushy poetry though. It’s all relative (see what I just did). You matter.
I forever heart you.
If this is your first time coming to my blog, I’m pretty certain I have better pictures and videos of me than of me crying. But whatev.
My writing career is going to go one of two ways, either I’m going to keep doing it or I’m going to pack it all in. If you’d like to support me, you know where and how. I’m still past due on bills and need to eat but whatever.
Laughing stock of zee world…
Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.
Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.
The only thing that matters is now.
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Hi. Some have asked about my activity (or lack thereof). My dad died. I still don’t know the cause of death and there’s legal matters still to attend.
Today is his birthday and I want to celebrate life.
A smile is all I can do.
When I surface for air, and see my blog readers, my followers, my patrons and my subs, it invites me to keep going. But, I gotta deep dive a bit longer. And I appreciate the life support I do.
If you could keep your fingertips on me a bit longer, I fancy the stars and the moon (also helps keep me from drowning).
I paused my Patreon campaign for the month of December, my patrons will not be charged.
I’m posting some photos and videos on my OnlyFans but I have not been in a mood to write.
Thank you for your understanding while I take some time for myself to reflect on the meaning of life.
But also while I deal with life. I am facing things in life I never considered or prepared for.
Like my dads last words to me via his will and testament.
I am still awaiting the arrival of that plus news of his autopsy report. 😭
I just need time to not do anything. And not doing anything still consists of having to take care of my pets and bathe and eat and it’s about all I can muster right now.
My last conversation with my dad was an angry one and I didn’t even give him an opportunity to respond.
I have that cross to bear as well.
I’m going through some shit right now.
The only thing I need right now is time.
Time to cry.
Time to breathe.
Time to grieve.
Time to be.
But, some people use this time to kick me while I’m down. I see you. I read your slights.
I see everything which is generally why I like to be alone.
I’ll get back to writing and creating artsy videos and vampire cosplay soon, it’s what I do. I’m a content creating machine.
2021 is a year of transformation for me, that’s the good ole’ plan anyway. More tattoos, more piercings, more newds. Getting a new wardrobe too.
I’m gonna be hella active, I hope you stick around. I got big plans for my Patreon and my OF.
My blog is my lifeline. Not gonna quit writing anytime soon. Sometimes just need to bury my head in the sand.
Which is a better option than drowning myself in the ocean because we get a thousand pound Great White visitor from Australia that visits us here. I’m sure I’d be a tasty treat.
I don’t get in the ocean because there are fish in there with teeth bigger than me. 👀
I’m petite. 👀
(But also vampire daylight sun gross)
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I’m coming up with more ways to reward you for your love. Give love, get love. And I’m behind on writing (per my own standards) but life happens and currently life.
I still have bills to pay and food to eat so your support is helping another human exist. It all goes back into the art. It nurtures my soul. I miss you too.
You can come lie in the dark with me if you want. But the gravity will make you cry.
xoxo still alive xoxo
How does he manage to find me in his thoughts?
But then it makes me wonder how many dreams he has to cross?
When burning down his bridges does he ever feel a loss?
And when he’s out there wandering, is it me he’ll come across?
How many deserts will it take him to push me in Earth’s past?
But then it makes me wonder how long it ever lasts?
Been cutting ties so long our dreams have come to pass?
And I swore I heard hope’s echo but it flew by life too fast…
©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
How many bridges will you burn to keep my dreams from you? And will you ever learn, I’ll still find you when you do? Is that why you’ll likely, leave a clue or two? And when I’ve disappeared, does it leave you feeling blue?
Rhyme was a skill I picked up as a little girl to help battle me woes. And so it goes…
Survival skills. But also the art of language. Afflictions. Secret messages to my love? Poetry is code. Vibrations. Another form of energy. A path for my hope to flow.
PostScript. I’m not really here. I’m not really there. I’m not really anywhere.
But my last breath will be a half-written rhyme. Maybe in blood. Give it time.
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*edit* RIP daddy. This event was you telling me goodbye. Now I know!
Huh. Weird orange hue. Why is the sky orange. Sure, the Sun is rising but…
So, I had a peek out my blinds. Still didn’t explain the orange hue. Dog must wait. Safety first.
Slipped on my flip flops with phone in hand (it’s almost ritualistic- the phone checking upon waking). Went outside.
Still did not understand what was causing the sky to be completely orange. Did we get nuked? Is there a sandstorm coming? This isn’t a sunrise. This looks kinda terrifying.
Then a huge rainbow formed before my eyes. From one end of the sky to the other. A prism of color. And then behind it, another!!!
And it almost seemed like it was inside this big bubble. The bubble verse theory I was studying.
And I’ve been reading a lot about the Multiverse Bubble theories lately and am coming to this conclusion that I’m starting to believe in it more than that ridiculous Big Bang theory.
But I do. And I’ve been trying to make sense of my world and what it all means, if it’s all going to end anyway. I am the universe experiencing itself. We all are. And so I’ve been thinking a lot about energy and how it can’t be created or destroyed.
I think about the interconnectivity. How we’re all one.
Anyway, I think the double rainbow was a sign.
And, I’d never seen a rainbow so vividly last so long.
Seconds generally.
Well, I ran out of room on my device filming this double rainbow for over 6 minutes.
I dropped the video of the double rainbow on my Instagram IGTV.
The double rainbow reminds me to keep going. That in life, the things you love may be out of reach. But that doesn’t mean that the love wasn’t felt or received. Sometimes, optical illusions are real. And even if by worlds separated, love travels at light-speeds.
I sat and watched that weird ass bubble in the sky, along with those double rainbows that arched high across the sky, until it faded and I could see it no more.
Bye daddy. Hope you had a great final gig in the sky! 😭😭😭
Do you think if silence had a sound, it would sound like my heartbeat next to yours?
Gently crashing on your soul like frothy shores?
Per chance the knocking were only open doors?
Would it end our wars?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
I was going to write a non rhyme and then 5 seconds later this poem was born. Light-speeds!
Elite. I live and breathe this shite. Eh, addictions. What can you do? The madness is the cure. I’ll eventually get another non-rhyme out of me. I’ve been trying to pull that bitch out!! Just don’t rhyme. Simple. Right? Eh, no. Not at all. 😣😑😮😣😏🙄
*pen to vein* *inject all the feels* *euphoric* Oooh me wrotes another rhyme!!! It just fell out! Am I allowed to sometimes like the stuff that I write? Cuz this gave me a sweet tooth. You? 😍
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How is it your heart has come to know softness?
Do oceans not turn to desert when I frown?
How are you able to turn eternity into a sound?
For when you speak I am bound.
Where you are breathing, I am found.
Why do you park heaven on a hill?
I can feel you pushing on me still.
I come undone so you can feel.
Though you won’t let my blood spill.
Collecting every single quill.
You move at free will.
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t understand why people do the things they do. Biblical free will is one of the hardest lessons for me to learn.
I want to save you the way you’ve been saving me. You won’t let me. 😭
Is love suppose to hurt this much? 😭
I feel like I’m dying without you but like I am dying without you. 😭
I don’t want to die on the street and I don’t want to die without you. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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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’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.
I do sometimes curse him but last year on air he said I tell him the most beautiful things, which is also true. 😊
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!!!
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!!!
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It’s a weird place to be
Not with, not without
But if you drift into the big sleep
I would stop existing
It’s without a doubt
Like leaving the galaxy
I couldn’t breathe
So I shout
How could you leave?
Abandon me?
You’re all I need
I love you in any realm, all over Earth, and this town. When I’m up or down, sideways, or stuck in a frown. From east to north, and all around. From the dawn of creation, down to your noun. You overwhelm. But I am bound. Circling and circle proud. Pulling eights from the cloud. I say it loud. Unroll it, light the ground. For life is better, where you are found.
© Delia Ross. 2020
How many ways can you spell I love you? Are you tired of hearing it yet? Does the universe give you any signs? Are you awake, are you alive? Are you listening?
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The only thing that mattered were how we were to one another
Many children go without a father or a mother
They only know abuse from the hand of every lover
It’s simply poor excuse you failed to be a brother
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
“Let brotherly love continue.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” Hebrews 13:1-2
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How is it you fell into my heart without any warning?
Like the lightning swiftly coming
And maybe from Venus thus forming
Color in my eye, an overflow of becoming
The words you write like winter mourning
Turning me into jewels you’re still adorning
Our flame is burning
For you I’m yearning
I’m fully forming
© Delia Ross. 2020
*spreads petals open wide*
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Black holes are the pupils of space
Light enters but can’t escape
Like the poetry we make
It enters but isn’t opaque
Still our eyes partake
Absorbing the love and the ache
The connection we create –
Will never go extinct in this place
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I take the outside, pull it in
Rope is tied but wearing thin
I have died and will again
Ask my heart just where it’s been
I take the inside, stretch it out
Now we both are filled with doubt
Tongue is tied we cannot shout
Ask my heart what it’s about
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Break the chain, break the link, don’t wanna be in sync
The way your eyes and my eyes leak
The way we talk but never speak
The days prowl on and we are weak
But life is cruel and so are we
And I guess we are both guilty
But neither life is a life free
And that is why we’re bleeding ink
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Where do you go when you leave me?
Rushing with spiraling arms deceiving
Past the shallows, into the shadows receding
I feel you bleeding
Moody, violent thunderstorms in your wake
I watch lightning shatter dream into heartache
Am I all that you forsake?
Is regret the road we take?
You fill the galaxy with longing
Eternal calming
With people falling
Earth formed from fawning (and we’re still falling)
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The Moon struggles to detach
The hope we lack
There’s no comeback
From mistakes we stack
This mass has gravity
You don’t know me
Forget what you see
I want to leave
Still you crave the perfect match
The plans you hatch
Always traveling the sinner track
Your heart is black
We’re dancing when we grieve
These tears we weave
Fate is tugging in-between
Our feet deceive
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Why do you take me to plight
Leading me to still water
Why can’t I be her
Reflecting from your eye like moonlight
Let me cast wishes on your soul
Under growing starlight
Like how you light my life
Got me dreaming from the cold
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I want him to stretch out my smile until my cheek hurts
Roll around on the ground laughing til it’s worse
I want his poetry as my universe
His kisses to be my in-house nurse
I want his words instead of roses, dig?
Forgiveness for mistakes I hid
Perhaps another chance to bid
Love despite the things I did
You give life color
You are the place sadness goes to rest
Gently under midnight breath
You unchain the collar
Your tongue rushes through layers of time only to stand still!
Why do you stomp outside my gate demanding honor when your skin is made of scales?
I wonder if there is any light left in you at all?
Do you feel my love sneaking into you at night?
Or when my tears have sweetened the sky?
Is it a pen-
Or a tool for destruction?
Is it a hand-
Or a rule for instruction?
Why do you always have to be so bad?
Why do you exist only to make me sad?
Why are you always claiming I am wrong?
Why are you someplace I don’t belong?
Remorse is a little grave
Radioactive your words decay
They cause delay
Like the games you play
The lies you say
The lives you slay
I don’t hide behind pretense or a mask
I’ve got a mind to not do what you ask
If you want it first you’ll get it last
A narcissist hating me, makes me feel first-class!
Just go! Why do you always make a scene?
Your reason cruelly crafted, doesn’t mean a thing.
Life happens in gallops
The downs, the ups
A calloused heart develops
Blackened and jealous
There’ll never be an us
You’re too careless
You’ve got life but you’re aimless
Now the end you can cherish
You’re spinning on your axis
Your every lie is backless
I’m splitting from this madness
And returning all your sadness
People out there climbing, hardly trying, rarely ever hear them crying…
Don’t let the bottle sink you to the floor
Got you nailing shut every door
Every hour you are at war
The enemy is your roar
We can’t take it anymore
Eventually longing runs out like a clock that stops ticking…
She’s a pyramid scheme
Lined in fake gold and your dying dream
The way her eyes will gleam
Faking is in her bloodstream
They are tied together at the seam
He injects her like she’s morphine
She ranks him number one supreme
But all they ever do is scream
You cling to death a hardend criminal
Morally bankrupt
She has darkness leaking from her eyes
Scales and veins that demoralize
The blood runs blue behind cold skies
Quickly fallen the soldier dies
His smile is fusion
So his kingdom I’m choosing
You left me dismantled
Said there was nothing you couldn’t handle
I guess you had a different angle
You were gone by the flick of your candle
My time was fully channeled
But now our friendship has been cancelled
Everyday a different battle
Took all I had to not get mangled
Stow my fucks upon the mantle
I’ll write you off another devil
There were signs that I’m a rebel
I guess I’m on a different level
Choice is yours to revel
You’re a man that’s acting feral
Trust is like a petal
And I need to be more careful
Time is a death sentence.
Do you take the stars with you when you disappear?
Do you hide the light within your black soul?
I am a wounded warrior who fought for this country
I need more than fancy cars or money
Or the consistent catcalling of “come here honey”
Give me wonder from your fingertips, from your every word that slips
Galactic walls of poetry, moves for my dancing feet, that’s all I’ll ever need
Who or what are you chasing?
Everyday I see the man you could be slowly erasing
You move in-and-out of my life like water; you shape my rivers.
She looks cheap and worn down like an old lumber mill-
But piss on her and he’ll crumble at will!
My love, lend me your ear
Spending time with you would change the atmosphere
Do my pleas appear like flares in darkened skies
Are my hopes and dreams all the things that you despise
Growing evermore increasingly isolated
And humanity, well I don’t like it
And man and his lies absolutely hated
And to think for love I sat around and waited
But love is about abundant as God
And man only rule with his evil rod
But leave it to them to curse why I’m flawed
And when it comes to law every one is a fraud
An angel and a demon fall in love
He doesn’t want to hurt her, he can’t change who he is
Walk away he won’t let her and try yes she did
There were warnings in the echoes
Writings on the windows
-LOVE FORBID-
One day these words will be gone – life won’t exist
Time is slow but not forever, now is in the mist
Let’s rewind the details.
They line up like dogs, fisting her, inching her
Why do you love her, I need an answer
© Delia Ross. 2020
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So, Twitter banned me from doing several actions for three days but yesterday I was allowed back and I started a peeing poll right away. Yes, you heard correctly. I needed to lighten the load from politics and pandemics to peeing. Sometimes I’m not online because I’m not allowed to be. LOL LOL I’m not little miss perfect after all… 😂
I am a writer so of course I tried to make the poll interesting! And the votes coming in are amusing! So what say you, is peeing in the shower cool or not? Inquiring minds want to know…
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This is likely the most important vote of 2020… 😂
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What does the room feel like after I’ve left
Are there tears of joy you’ve finally wept?
Now’s the time to take your breath
Things in order how you kept?
Does the air turn to dust and cold
And hope is breath that turns to mold?
Is the darkness you worship wonder to behold
Do you ever notice you are growing old?
Do you take these poems and place them in the attic
Do you convince yourself I’m only erratic?
Do you tell them all I’m just a fanatic
Or do you admit to yourself you’re a narcissistic addict?
Does the blood in your calloused heart move faster
Is everything you destroy a beautiful disaster?
Is love the only thing in life you can never master
Have you ever given yourself an honest answer?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I like teasing the senses. The art of sensuality. LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. My creed.
Below are some videos and photography of waterplay (no not that hardcore, desensitized porn stuff). Just a gal in a bath tub capturing the movement of shadows in candlelight, hair in water & the softness of me (despite my iron thick walls). There is slight nudity in some of the videos (do not watch if mild nudity offends). Angels are warriors but there is some softness remaining under my iron armor and Kama Sutra is an interest and focus in my life. I’m interested in soft spots and openings in hearts, minds, and bodies. Hardcore desensitizes not only your senses but your mind (plastic too). Sensuality brings enlightenment. I am the darkness, show me the light. I am the fire, give me air. The 4 elements of life. Breathe devotion and love into me. Don’t come into my life to show me roughness. I’m interested in softness. Show me your soft spots. Touch the places in me few ever go…
I don’t want hardcore. I know hardcore. I survived a war with guns and fighting and people dying (I served 15 hard years in the Army). I want something more. Peace. Tranquility. Sensuality. Love. Poetry. The sound of your voice in my ear. Your footsteps are the beats of my heart. Let me listen. Quiet the things that make you spiral out of control. Focus on LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. ❤
Music to accompany: https://youtu.be/APW_QwzGg2o
© Delia Ross. 2020
P.S. scroll to the very bottom of this post for bonus footage! ❤
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Are they lips or avenues where my dreams can run amuck
Where I travel on your roads and can never get enough
Are they words or are they spells teaching me how to conduct
Are they pieces of a puzzle made for me to now construct?
Are they eyes or vivid skies the way they sparkle when I’m by
Or just a cloud for me to ride when my hope is running dry
Are they tears or is it rain singing me a lullaby
A double rainbow passing through changing sorrow to a sigh?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Now you have her attention
I wonder how much it cost
Is your heart now merry
After everything you bought
© Delia Ross. 2020
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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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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
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