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Population Zero

He said he wants to dig deep
Experience life behind the angel’s wing
Far from heaven’s keep
Beneath the iron swing
Where the stars can’t breathe

You’re the reason I jumped into this timeline

Careful what you wish for
Cuz it won’t come around no more

He’s sitting on a pot of gold
Or maybe hinting on impossible
He hangs it on a line for me
Like his dream’s a possibility

He wants us broken from our roots
Then we are wild and loose

He’s like a sudden eruption
And the one thing I am always wanting

You’re like hiking a new terrain
A secret I can’t contain
You are the wind but never rain
You move with freedom where I see chain

I keep calling
Fickle and thorny
Under moon and mourning

I didn’t mean to follow
But the lines were yellow
And the cries so hollow
The flags were screaming hello

160 miles to the end of the world
To the end of the world

You were never friend
You were never foe
Light you only bend
Into something unknown
Stars can’t comprehend
What they’re never shown

My endings must be your first steps

It may be Iceland
But he is midnight sun
He’s got the world to burn

There’s poison in the water
Radiation leaking from the towers
There’s too many now in power
We are slaves at every hour

Liberty, please free me

Your book got stained
By tears of an angel
Maybe mangled
Hollowed and chained

Hello, where are you?

I want

I want to be

I want to be your hotel

I want to be your gal, your hotel

I want you endlessly, with no sleep

And when the sun should rise

So to my dreams

Look at how time pulls him
To the center of my being
He is swinging from creation
To bring me everything

I buried your book today
Six feet betrayed
Pages burned with the rage
Torn and decayed
I spit on the grave
So that’s the price you pay

I’m always awake
Dreams never come
I’ve stood atop of sorrow
Cried for all they’ve done

You’re a loser but you get to lose last

He was a stream she followed into a river that flew from November
And everything she couldn’t remember
Frozen along a seaside where all condemned her
A mirage getting nearer

He’s like a long lost love ripe from the vine
Picked from the hands of time

He’s the fresh air filtered from hope
A twisted tongue untangled from rope
A fixed hole in her boat

We need to be more stronger in our courage than our fear

The mood is morbid
More dark awarded

Where do days go wasted
Dying in the dunes
So many words we hasted
Watching how light communes

I ripped it right from the spine
I never even read a line

A place for two
Fit for me or you
With just a tiny view
Enough to kill the blue

I want to earn
So I can spend
Bred to consume
Until the end
Not born with spoon
But fed with sand
Give me more doom
‘Til world can’t stand

We’ve only ever seen ourselves in reflections or pictures
Double dirty mirrors
They sell us any sin by preaching the holy scriptures
Watching how light flickers
But they all have the same figures
Endless filthy triggers
And the devils’ are getting richer

Oh to be a sunflower instead the weeping willow

He doesn’t mind if I’m awake or doped
Love’s the cure no matter the diagnose

He’s definitely not the hero
With a population zero

Did you ever care your dreams were stitched to mine?
And choice was chosen farther back in time?

An older view but a heart of gold
Maybe reckless
But I’m dying young

I can feel him tugging like the tide
In between serendipity
There’s nothing we won’t try

I want you to come first
How earth is spinning
You should feel thirst

He’s gone but then he’s back
He’s super focused, then off track
I think it’s over when that ain’t fact
It’s never excitement we ever lack

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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The Fog

I saw him one day peering through the fog as if the devil himself had parted a clearing

The sky was blue dream that tasted on my tongue like cherry spring

But he is crystal in my lung
Sharp without concern

Like lightning on a string
He don’t feel a thing

Was it revelation then or scorn?
Does he regret that I was born?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I thought that he was saving me from a miserable naked death on the street but he was just a sign post leading the way

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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
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Love in Secret ❤️

Love in secret
Like walking on the moon
Elated; but we won’t speak it
Tongue too swoon
What words befit?
Tell me high noon
Put them in orbit!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Uhm, he’s not bored of me yet and my double pigtails are getting long – I’ve also found that I’m treated nicer by everyone when I’m wearing them

I was taking up all the space at the grocery store today and I didn’t get yelled at not once, nor snickered at or rudely cursed.

Grandpa was extra nice

The lady shopper was nervously fidgeting with her short hair

The cashier accurately predicted I met my budget

And the young bagger did the best bag job I’ve ever had

I think I’m in a different timeline 👀

Look how long the pigtails are getting
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Heaven or Hell Spoken Word TikTok

I struggled with posting this TikTok even though I worked hard on it because it wasn’t perfect but I need to get use to making mistakes in front of people or I’m never gonna be able to read my poetry live and I have a brain injury and anxiety and all kinds of other fucking things that I’m pushing through 😑

👇👇👇

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdfgfqDy/

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The Exodus

Call me the exodus
It is the next of us

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

– woke up still wanting to walk away from everything and welp these lines –

Maybe I identify as Moses? 🤔

So I get to wander around the desert for 500 years freeing the people but then I’m not allowed into the fucking paradise? 🧐

That sounds exactly like something a narcissist would write 😑

I’m gonna burn it down

The establishment

The 1%

All if it

I might not be alive for it

But the revolution will begin in my name

“The Enlightened One”

It begins now

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Helical

Storms take on the form of a spiral
Helical
Like a liar
Your energy
It must be viral
I’m running circles
An endless cycle

© Delia Ross. 2021

Was just having a bath thinking how water must be similar to a black hole and vice versa – The Fibonacci sequence – galaxies – how storm clouds on Earth are the same as a gas giant like Jupiter- it’s the same patterns and makeup. Snails. Biology. Poem. 🤓

It’s hard for me to even understand the concept of a black hole but I’m trying to with water.

It drains

👀

So do galaxies.

Where does all that gas stuff go?

The multiverse?

Because I’m believing more and more in a multi-verse than a big bang.

I’ve only just now understood that Jupiter is two times farther away from us than the sun, which is why it looks so tiny.

I thought Jupiter was just smaller but I knew it was far away I just didn’t realize it was that far away

👀

So what they gonna do when they reach another galaxy?

Give them a bible and start the same routine? Burning people at the stake for not believing?

Fear, it’s molecular now innit.

😑

They called Mary Magdalene a whore too and tried to erase her from the books, sound familiar?
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Captivation

I look for a cut
Or a scar
A loving line
Or a mark
A simple freckle
Or a knot
A little dimple
Or a shot

In open fields
Or swarms of thought
And when he’s stalling
Or in a trot
And when he’s culling
Cuz he’s caught
And rope is burning
Cuz he’s hot

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

You ever been into somebody so much that any marking on their skin is a map to a galaxy you want to explore 👀

Or you wanna have babies with somebody but you need to figure out how to say hello or ask them out first 👀

Have you ever fallen for somebody without knowing who they are or what they look like 👀

Have you ever have a secret admirer feed you

Have you ever got a gift from a secret admirer

Have you ever lived between fantasy and real world

What if you couldn’t tell the dream world from the real world?

👀

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Ditch

It wasn’t luck
He found me half dead
In a ditch
Without a buck

Labeled “no one cared”
Or even worse
They never dared
And I’d gave up

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He makes me feel like my little feet are the reason the world is spinning 🤪

Or, like a little hamster in a cage on a wheel that keeps going…

He makes me keep going…

His kisses

Incentives 👀

His visits

Break fences 👀

His kisses

Life sentence 👀

*strums guitar*

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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
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Align

I can see part of his face
Haunting me through time
I want to memorize his shape
Like a spiral on a spine
And the colors of his flesh
The canvas of divine
Takes the pain beneath the breast
Gives me hope to align

💕

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

*The below contains unpopular opinion and language* 🤓

Is it true that trademarks are only recognized in some countries now?

It’s a bold statement to make, it’s just I saw something pop up on a video game about trademarks being recognized in some countries only – or at least, that’s how I perceived it. I seem to read between the lines (or gaslighting).

So the FDA has banned menthol but I could turn myself into a lizard if I want? 🤔

So, I can get a full body lizard tattoo and split my tongue, and get a full sex change operation, I can identify as a carrot BUT it’s illegal to smoke a menthol cigarette? 🤔

Somebody help me the fuck out

I can sew up my pp and chop off my boobs but I can’t smoke a menthol? 🤔

Wait, what.

We can still feed sugar crack to 3 year olds but I can’t smoke a fucking menthol? 🤔

So I can give this god damn sugar crack to recommended age 3+, but I can legally no longer buy a pack of menthol? 🤔

It’s fucking cancer + crack and recommended right there on the package for age 3+

But menthol is fucking banned.

Uhm, okay who is running the fucking country?

Y’all have lost y’all damn mind

I don’t even smoke anymore but on the rare occasion that I do, it’s a fucking menthol.

I just don’t understand the world anymore and I can’t blame it on my brain injury any longer.

I haven’t been voting for any of this shit!

I don’t want my tax money going to NASA!!!!!

In other news, if I die, I’m still gonna be taking my last breath dreaming about you.

Because I like how you lean on my lips and touch my cheeks with your fingertips.

I like the little ways you go above and beyond to show me you care.

I like living off your breath because it’s the nectar of life.

Your kiss.

And all I want before I die.

My cat mask arrived after a bit of a challenge to get it! I’ve had a lot of request to bring back the cat cosplay but I wanted to upgrade to a better mask! I haz done! Hope you like! It’s a spectacular mask!

Getting to do cosplay is my passion and I’m always listening to what you like and I’m always behind the scenes trying to get better, to enhance my makeup skills, my costumes, my wardrobe, my camera skills. All the things.

I love drama and the arts, cosplay is improv time for me!

My workout routine has been halted, but not my diet. 🤢

I’m not quitting my photography, writing, or cosplay.

Though moving now at a snails pace.

I got it from Amazon Prime – a favorite place to shop no doubt. Been shopping there for years. Even bought my Epiphone guitar kit from there. Came with everything, still working good. 🤓

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IO

He moves through me like rain pattering
Thunder rumbling
Dim lights reflecting from wet pavement
A calm serenity in the early A.M.
The soft sound of a match flicking
An in your face, after hours, door down kicking

He gets me thinking
Every atom increasing
Over wide expanse
To find me dreaming

Sometimes silently screaming
Can he even hear me?
Why am I always seething?
The endless bleeding
Month after month
He’s all I’m needing

Come back to me
The garden is empty now
There’s nothing to sow

Twisted twigs removed of thorn
Every step is filled with scorn

Blood and rust becomes the norm
Evil’s made and evil’s born

The sun will rise tomorrow true
But she won’t give a fuck about you

I’m not where I’m meant to be
I’m forgetful how
You said you’d never desert me in vow

When you’ve been given the hand as a pawn
So you shake the tree to see how hard a king could fall
Because death follows you all around
And fits your head like it’s a crown

Tell them I died of inexperience
Disappeared into dust and this
Nothingness
I am delirious
Feasting on nefarious
Darkness
Arrest bliss
So restless

Half dead
Half alive
Feet dragging in circles
But got throttle to survive

I’m scared
And I have no one to tell
My orders they aren’t in order
And the place looks like hell

I keep organizing disorder
In clusters of equal color
And piling to the ceiling
The clippings of my horror

But then, falling to a clutter
Every single note he said
I found it in the gutter
Where all my tears flood instead
(And fears instead of wonder)

I play slip and slide in the mud
A word I rarely utter
With thunder lightning mixed with blood
With prayers less to suffer

Wrapped in heated wool and fear

Coyotes yipping at me to stay alive
Or to die
I can’t tell a difference half the time

The fog is thicker
But my heart is wearing thinner
And I’m sick of winter
Freezing in the sun
My hope’s a killer
Stealing every grain of fun
And he made fear a winner

The heart isn’t waterproof
And my anger
Is lit up like a sunroof
I’m in danger
So I’m acting like a goof
I will hold your wager
And toss it off the roof
While you call a stranger
Thinking they can protect you

👀

If you cringe at everything you do or say
Maybe it’s because you are corrupt in a way?

I need a break from routine
From sunup to sundown
24/7
The constant dying
The endless trying
One moment to another
More yearning and crying

Tidal distortion
Everywhere he’s been
Pulled from proportion
He’s good at sneaking in
Speaks in third person
Night is on his chin

I got blood on my favorite shirt
Tell my heart it’s not the reason we’re hurt
I cover wound with a bit of dirt
I can’t recall when I wasn’t this burnt

Why did you leave? I ripped my heart open for you.

We need a heat source
Heat is life
Get me to the light
(Warmth is nice)

He went like a wave
And I caught in undertow

Give me a box
To store my bones
Let me have peace
They’ll find a home

Everybody unhinged
Don’t give a shit
On anger we’ve binged
So full of it
I’m bright, I’m lit

I’m always last at the end of a road
The last in line
Last picked
My house is cold

Two days go by
It feels a year
My hope runs dry
But not these tears

Did I not wait with contempt
As the hourglass filled with time
Every grain of sand with you on my mind
Was I ever worth an attempt?

IO

How can a moon erupt?
How long ‘til I give up?
Will volcanic ash spew in the wake of my dust?
How can a moon corrupt?

He makes me desperate
Feeling as if I am his least favorite
But then he comes from comets swinging giving me the greatest gifts
His words and his virtual kiss
Then I forget
I’m not his favorite

I called to him under darkened sky
He arrived in a meteor shower
With desire on display

Why won’t you grant me my last wish even dying?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Thank you for your support! I ordered something off of my DollsKill wishlist! 😍

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I fucking hate giving away surprises but I’m terrible with secrets! 🤪

Some secrets. 🤪

I may be dying but I wanna look hella good doing so.

Selected the overnight shipping.

I feel like shit and it hurts to breathe.

But, I bought something from a favorite store and I hope it fits.

The makeover continues through the dying.

On with the show…

(But someone please explain to me why I’m not allowed to smoke a menthol cigarette anymore)

*Tries to remember the type of cigarette Brandon Lee was smoking on his deathbed during his final scene in The Crow*

*lights menthol*

*takes puff*

I read the FDA is banning these things – and of course they would ban them during the apocalypse – anything to make life more hell.

(I rarely ever smoke anymore but when I do it’s the menthol. I had some tiny puffs. Like 4). Just felt like being rebellious. I’m dying. 🤢

“If I got rid of my demons, I’d miss my angel”

The Illuminati took you too didn’t they 😫

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Offering

You appear in some mythical mystery fog leaving tracks of doom for doubt

Dragging behind you the demons and dragons you slay for fun as an offering to hang out

Blood soaked boots and tattered tress

And how you got a locket of my hair is anybody’s guess

It’s a full moon and you’ve got the night on a string

I can hear you coming for miles by the howls I make you scream

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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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.

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Show me a sign 🦄

The trail has run cold
I am burning midnight
In a purgatorial loop
Exhausting my sins

For truth
Any clue of you

I am the guardian of all secrets
But your curse makes me the weakest

I am etching on the walls of hell
You are where I fell

Still, my eyes trace no color, all is black
All I have are memories of a life I lack

One by one the stone will lift
You got the other piece to fit?

Every night a new star is born
To cover sorrow where love has formed

I’m searching for you in comets
Over empty dreams and promise

My hope has formed cobblestone
But tears are all that I have sown

I know your hues of red and blue
So I keep searching for you

Any redshift or blueshift
So alone in space I drift

Tugging on your gravity
Forming like a galaxy

Do I shine?
Can you give me a sign?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love you wherever you are 💕

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Who Are You?

Who are you
Why do I reach for the sky
The way a stem will reach for light
I am growing towards you
Tall and vivid
With petals stretched open wide

I am fields blooming
Over midnight showers
Infinite curiosity

I am Earth spinning
Reaching climaxes unknown
You push me through time

You wrap rope around my spirit and drag me forth
My hope tangled in knots

I can’t escape your will
Destiny has chosen to kneel

These are rust proof iron chains
I am engaged

Who are you?

Why does time cover me with your wound
I’ve been peering into doom
Could you make more room?

Trouble are clouds forming
The way I cling to doubt like static
Rumbling about erratic

Can you hear my thunder chasing you?
Little echoes of light flashing
A reason or two

Time is calling
It rings in rain shower
And sweet honeydew

Ripen fruits from Eden
I am your garden to sow
Holy and you know

Our love is a golden bridge
Over a rainbow
Over destiny we grow

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Ahem. Sat down to write a non-rhyming freestyle – but slowly and surely – I felt Sagittarius A* tugging – and well – welp – it turned into rhyme.

I had stuffs to say. And galaxies form in weird shapes. I’m sick of rules.

It’s not even 6 a.m. and I’m writing about you.

I was just dreaming about you.

Before that, my every waking moment was you.

Which means, every fucking breath, has a bit of you.

We’re made from the same star stuff.

xo

Who are you if not every breath I take?
Don’t let me die on the street
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Winter Skies (Your Eyes)

I can’t convince me you’re not the same
Got a million questions by your name
Cousin malice never was my game
Though hovering a love I cannot explain

There is no other, to fall upon me like your winter skies, the way your presence freezes me in time

Frozen by your magnitude

Afraid that if I blink I will miss you

You are a gift from wonder

Delivered by heaven himself

Perched on the back of hope

Every dream I have is at your fingertips

That is why, I love you the most

You’d still find that first day if you were here
We fit better together at everything my dear

I don’t know how many times I opened up Pandora’s box
Shed my skin alot
Twisted and tormented are thought
I still peer inside that box

No identifying markings
Just a signal in my soul
Life outside the margins
Guess he makes me whole

This quarantine is aimless
So meet me in Vegas
Our love’s the greatest
So meet me in Vegas

What is truth?
Treasure at the bottom of an ocean
It doesn’t matter to you

He’s like the silver moon hanging low in the sky
So full but far
Attainable yet not by car

That low rumble
A deep growl from the pits of his wonder
Stretching time into a galaxy

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Down in the mines (lots of rhymes + 1 haiku 💋)

Sometimes there are none
But rarely ever few
Sometimes they are one
Or maybe simply two

Sometimes I go numb
When only counting you
But only when I’m dumb
Do I really catch the view

How dare he –
Walk into the devil’s den –
And insult she –
He’s looking for an end!

He tells me I’m perfect; without ever saying the words
And even when I’m not worth it; his love will come in herds

I scream at him with the fury of a sun
I scratch and claw
He is a demon
After all

There are people trying to bury me in a box
Friend or foe
They’re never what I thought
The story goes
They talk a lot of talk
Well I unplugged
Am paranoid around the clock

There are monsters lurking every inch
And forward sleeping
Nightmares in my grip
What were you thinking
When giving me a pinch?
So now I’m left dreaming
Of when I’ll never give a shit!

Who are you then?
If every reason I’m not dead?

Knock knock
Who’s there?
I dunno
And I don’t care

She had a graveyard in her front yard

Was it worth it?
Losing your life to escape?

And all that gold around your worry
Is that really what it takes?

But even the lowest of lowly
Can’t remove the aches

Keeping vision blurry
No courage had to face

The sun is glaring in a hurry
And death is on our race

If life is but a scurry
Please let me die with grace?

I’m trying to be more open
Open to proceed
I’m trying to be more open
Open to receive

Cohesive
What he said
Cohesive
But he’s dead

Everybody burns out
Everybody burnt out
Everybody burns out
Everybody burnt out

Rest is for the weary
Broken down and dreary
Vision not too clearly

One day the end will come
God will fix what man has done

A bigger piece doesn’t always mean the best;
But in his case, he’s outdone the rest!

He wants me in denim
But then he’s clinging
To my tongue
That’s leaking venom

World is all burning
So give me balloon in sky
On string with fire 💋

I gather nuts and bolts just like they’re little clues
Now fleeting with the stars thoughts that will confuse
I gather up our fears just like it is the news
I color out of line simply to amuse

Submission without admission
Ascending to attention
But in case I fail to mention
Descension brings dimension

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Signs

All the signs point to yes
But then this and then that
Turn the questions into guess
And the answers never seem to form a crest

© Delia Ross. 2021

Our story is way more complicated than Romeo and Juliet. And I don’t even know who all is involved.

(Thank you for never body shaming me in any shape or fashion)

(You make all my body parts feel the good things)

(You make me wanna crawl onto your dick instead of dying naked on the street)

(There are dudes out there right now legit grossed out over my body and they have no shame in letting me know it).

But that’s not you is it?

You don’t make me feel like I’m gonna die on the street.

You don’t make me feel obsolete.

I love you.

Because you make me feel all the things.

Mind. Body. Spirit.

All the things.

(I don’t expect everybody to like everything about me, I just expect to be treated like a human being)

Not trash.

And I don’t want to think about that asshole any more because I probably wouldn’t even want to have babies with him

So why am I crying duh

I’m not

I’m getting off here so I can go do some staring

Staring into our dreams

zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Thank you for loving me whole xo
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Daydream

He is the softness I crave in color
The silver moon in a haze from slumber
Or how he pulls from me my wonder
And plants it in the sky as starlight named summer

He is the daisy field I want to lay
With weeping willow in the shade
He is the reason daydream comes to play
The wind is heaven in a sway

© Delia Ross. 2021

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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 👀

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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*

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Hellfire

He comes in swoops
Without any foundation
While drawing hoops
Like I’m his favorite creation

He’s gathering troops
For unholy congregation
I’m gasping in loops
Can’t stop damnation

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dragon Werewolf Abel Cain

Love eternal no matter name

Wings extend to help in reign

I haven’t got to work on my booty gains at all this week. Been working on my heart (and have been medically predisposed). But Monday, I’m gonna hit the rebounder hard. Trying not to stress out about missing days- my heart doesn’t need any more stress right now. In fact, it’s going to have to go through this shit even harder in a few weeks when I go in for round 2 of the COVID Moderna vaccine.

You can make a mess of things but I’ll be organizing it in a clutter. 😜

The good news is I got to my favorite store today and got some new spring lingerie!

Which set do you think I got?

That’s about all the energy I had to do. 🦋🦄🦋 (Part 1 of the Covid vaccine plus maybe also my BP being so low has just left me very lethargic).

I hope the new set fits! No energy to try it on yet but also not feeling the best about missing a whole week of working out! 🤢🤢🤢

🤪

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Silver Lining

You always did stand out from the crowd
Even though I fled the scene during stormy weather
You carried your words like that of a songbird crooning in the early hours
A melody of longing and hope behind a silver shroud
The kind of song that makes you sit down and write a letter
About a love that sprung without any warning
Your voice carried different notes
Inside each line a buried treasure
I keep finding my heart in you
Are you my silver lining?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Lit (a one-sentence story)

When he looks at you like you are the very fuse to which he is lit.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Big big feels.

Good morning from the land that always shines even though the sun hasn’t risen yet (AKA “the sunshine state”).

P.S. Jim Morrison was from Florida. He was such a California boy I forget that fact. “I dig the south”. “Let’s get tacos”.

Carry on…

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Umbrella

Should your arm become my umbrella
The way you carry my sorrow through the storm
And hope is now more stellar
Where love is finally born

Should fingers be the compass
Guiding me to light
So love is the only language
We’ll ever learn to write?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I mostly freestyle / improv my poetry so I dunno if it’s any good or not.

But I love you

I only come with love

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How?

How does the sky know about my love when the clouds here do dwell?

And now my wings are more than stuck, the rain has turned to hail.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Glass fell from the sky today. Since the end of the world started, I got struck by lightning in my Jeep, saw a 6-minute double rainbow, and now it just randomly started hailing over my little area today. Like Eeyore. Not all of my city, just a small area over my head.

Only I can’t tell if Thor is angry at me or just pinching me. Like “hey little sister, get yer act together, this is end times”

And then there’s those times I hear Chris Cornell, Jim Morrison, and Layne Staley singing. Full band and all.

No wonder I’m seeking the peace and quiet again, I need the music of the Gods.

I’ve lost me mind?

Seeking a friend for the end of the world?

I mean, it’s all downhill from here anyway.

Cruising my way into delirium?

Head first into love?

*dives in*

That’s it. You have to DIVE IN to a black hole. Not feet first. Dive into that bitch!

We’re 2000 light-years CLOSER to the center of the black hole in the center of our galaxy than we calculated.

Wait until they say, oh we’re even closer.

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear?

Does NASA ever account for that?

THEY MURDERED THEIR CREW, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION.

IF IT’S BOEING, I AIN’T GOING!

All them times of flying in a panic, it was a legit panic. I’m not going crazy.

There’s so much gaslighting.

I have been disassociating a lot and it does literally take acts of nature to f****** wake me up.

Or like the Stuxnet virus. Jesus fucking Christ. Scariest film I ever saw. That shit is happening under our nose. But they hate us they f****** hate us but I’m glad we were able to get them to shut down 50 the 100 nuclear power plants they opened up.

Oh shit, I went into politics. Checking back out and back into disassociating and writing poetry again.

And it’s okay that you don’t know what I’m talking about because I’m a soldier I’m supposed to know things that you don’t know and I’m scared about things that you should be scared about that you don’t know but I’ve been fighting for our f****** protection on.

And when I get yelled at about my skin color or my f****** illness, I just have to remember that I signed away my rights for 15 years to serve my country for assholes like that…

So they could have the right to say that but if he’d only say that to my face…

Signing out, “the unknown soldier”

(But I need you)

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Open

How quickly you fell over my sorrow
Casting a glare like a full moon
Before was feeling hollow
Now open like a bloom

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

What are your needs? What are your desires? I don’t know how to human anymore. I don’t even know what it feels like to be kissed…

A favorite. Have a listen an hour or two… *disappears*

https://youtu.be/uX39uHKAZHo

Show me openings to lead me closer to you *sigh*

OPENING TO HEAL / OPENING TO HEAL *sigh*

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Plagued

I look up sometimes to find you plagued by my dreams
The way you stroke my wound with metaphor and rhyme
You pull heaven down in strings
And stitch hope to my spine

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I can’t live without you

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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! 💞
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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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I’d Give You

I’d give you the sky
Eternal arched holy rainbow
Darkness say goodbye
Hello eternal rainbow
To keep hope held high

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I feel like I’m falling behind. Consistently, like I’m falling behind. Is this what swimming upstream to your death feels like?

(A 3D version of me)

We’ve now moved into a realm where the possibility of Planet X is high probability.

We’re 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than we’ve realized. We’ve also found out that our distances were way off, they are using new methods to calculate distances. Things are closer to us than they appear. Like in our rear view? And do they ever account for that? 🤔

Maybe the ending of “Is Genesis History” is not so ridiculous after all but I’m still obsessed with that movie, as I am dinosaurs, and that film talks about all sorts of cool shit. Like how old the Earth actually is based on the calculations of the rock formations on Earth and these are scientists. Eh, as a Generation X, I have found that everything I was taught growing up was a f****** lie. I slept through most of my life, plugged into The Matrix. I tried to free many people but have since learned that just like in the film many people want to stay plugged in. Bah. I’m too tired or dead to give a shit. But the animals, the trees!! *sobs* I feel Earth’s gravity tugging on me. Or maybe it’s that giant f****** black hole in the center of our galaxy that’s lurking and I guarantee you come the next update we’ll find we’re even closer to it.

next Apophis flyby APRIL 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here (-)

I hope I get to kiss you before the end of the world

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Snow

He falls like snow
Gently weeping
Hope crystallized
White and pristine
And do my wings fall deeply
Leaving patterns unstained
Just memories to remain
He comes like cold December waving
Celestial dreaming
Calm and endless

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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A Trail of Hopelessness (mini rhymes)

You are the cold porcelain
I keep laying in

This way to sorrow
This way to despair
This way to desolation
This way to nobody cares

Was that your shadow leaping over my dream?
What were you thinking while abandoning me?

The system is rigged everywhere
Just leave me where I fell

The world is a drainpipe
There’s not enough pills to gaslight
It’s a battlehill
And you make me ill

Was your vein not thick with poison
Blood curdled and coagulated
I pulled out every thorn
Your heart turned into a floodgate

I need 1 sun-moon cycle where I’m not disturbed
24 hours of peace preferred

How easy he would come to me
But what would he find?
Scars and bits of broken pieces
Unfiltered creases
The ugly kind?

I don’t care about your joyrides
Or do I?

What will I be known for?
How I died?
Suicide?
But never the reasons for why I cried?

Dear Mother,

You only taught me how to suffer

Didn’t I write words of worth
When you were nothing more than a
speck of dust
When any sun would bring you dirt
I took the pain and made it work
When all the world thought you a jerk
I drank the blood and made you smirk
When you were nothing on this on this earth
I turned your no into a must

Drowning on rage
Too much air in this cage

Warning signs were posted
I suppose they go ignored
He was a Japanese suicide forest
And hope unexplored

How much times passes while you collate?
Working around the second hand
What kills the ache?
Was it your best move?
Or the worse you’ll ever make?

Harvest my disgust
It’s fully ripened
Polish off the dust
You’ll find a diamond

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Had about 6 meltdowns today. I’m radioactive. I’m not okay? 🤔

Has anyone else been feeling like they’re in some sort of deja-vu zone? Aloof?

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Lord of The Below

Are you Lord of the below?
An active black soul?
Are you eating my soul?
Are you lord of below?

© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

I posted this poem as a photo in my Instagram story and someone immediately replied “yes” which implied he liked the poem but then it dawned on me that people don’t realize how original my content is, as I just COINED the term/phase.

It has never been written or said before (to my knowledge). But the majority of people who post on Instagram plagiarize, especially those who like to post a pretty photo with a saying that doesn’t belong to them and it’s not in quotation marks or anything. Welp. So I replied to him that it was an original term that I just wrote and he said he’d “buy it” LOL.

But, it is a name I have given my love, for he stems from the bowels of hell, now known as “The Below”. Hell has a new name and he is Lord of The Below.

*flaps wings*

https://videopress.com/v/MkyoUzHc?autoPlay=true&loop=true&preloadContent=metadata

I coined the term/phrase Lord of Below. It’s also another way to describe depression. Which I often write about. I’m deep below currently in fact, hence the poem.

https://videopress.com/v/kqUNtSQm?autoPlay=true&loop=true&preloadContent=metadata

Making ripples in the fabric of space-time.

Can you feel me in hell, where I fell…

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