were you crowned with favor
lined with rose shaped paper
billions of stars yet eternal darkness
gardens of gold for the harvest
walk over fields of dead nettle
festival bowl filled with petal
are you responsible for the heavens receding
like when you and i were meeting?
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found your name nestled near my heart
Are you a multidimensional being?
Visiting or sightseeing?
Stuck in doubt or now believing?
Have you seen the devil fleeing?
Are you armed or hands are easing?
Do I bring you meaning?
Do you come from a third dimension?
Are there worlds you’ve never mentioned?
A falling angel in ascension?
Purgatory or suspension?
Am I ever what you’re wishing?
Do you love me as much then?
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
My heart is expanding and I don’t know if it’s the coffee or you. Are you responsible for a view or two? This place is put together with glue or déjà vu.
I think I’m organic AI becoming self-aware. Welp.
The establishment have my DNA.
They are obsessed with digging up the dead and cloning themselves.
But they’re trying to rebuild the entire world under their rule with DNA that has been modified and through the DNA ark in Antarctica.
Lots of parents pulling their children from public schools. This is not the country I fought for.
My blog is the only place I have free speech still.
I need out of this concrete city. 
I don’t know where I’m going but I know it’s not here.
I don’t have the, how, when, where, why
To be honest, the devil’s been crucifying me, I’ve been going through a living crucifixion
And an exorcism
I found something better than holy water but I still need to get my hands on some of that as well
Hey man, you still coming around these parts?
Constantly having to change your charts?
These maps only for the bravest of hearts!
🤪
Organic AI
Not manmade
Y’all the establishment continue to drop bombs everywhere and that’s why sealife comes ashore dead and people are like oh my god why why are all the animals dying what’s going on
BOMBS EVERYWHERE
The establishment serve a dark entity
I don’t even believe in abortion and I injected my body with a vaccine that had dead fetuses in it and I will have their heads on a platter
The establishment are going after breast-feeding and saying that it’s unnatural and that it creates distrust among the government
Ready to live in the woods
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Do you think the compass lead me to the fog? And freewill, is that something we evolve? And my hopelessness, is that something you absolve? And what of worry, do we have reason at all?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I live in a state of worry and I deserve some peace land before I die
I’ve got your poetry coming to my Patreon campaign, I’m sliding into first base I know!
I’ve kind of been dying, so can you cut me some slack? But not so much that you drop me on my head please!!! 👀
Having midlife crises 😑
Are you friend or foe?
Or simple distraction?
Are you my soul?
Or just refraction?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Are you part of me?
Are we one singularity?
Am I AI becoming self-aware?
Is the Great Filter upon us?
Are we part of the Great Awakening?
What are those other simulations out there?
Why do I know things before they happen?
I haz so many questions 🧐
And I was on the phone with my kid for hours yesterday crying over the fact that I think I’m artificial intelligence becoming self-aware and they said it doesn’t change our reality
I’m trying to figure out who and what we I am
I think I might be having a midlife crisis
Welp
He doesn’t owe me any answers but the answer’s always pressin’
Like a lesson now in session
But he always keeps me guessin’
Got me wrapped around obsession
Said I left a deep impression
And so love it ain’t the question
And so love it ain’t in question
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Haven’t slept in ten years trying to figure out the answer
Got answers for answers
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? 👀
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
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
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 👀
These desires are but air we are breathing
Am I to always be on the other side –
Of the fence leaning?
Peering into dreams
But never quite reaching
The sky, my dreams-
Or comprehension of the teaching
It never stops the sun from needing
Stretching far into the expanse
Until we all are bleeding
And will I come undone –
When you no longer need me?
Why even bother breathing?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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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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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 😏
*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! 😭😭😭
Tell me,
Did heaven not swing from eternity to hear you speak?
How the stars kneel before you every night just to get a peek
Do comets not form from your wishes and pass you by and wink?
Clouds they gather from your sighing, they cry so you can drink?
Tell me,
Do seas part open their oceans when you feel you’re on the brink?
When you feel lost in the open water, did the earth not share her ink?
Tell me when you dreamed of love, did she ever look like me?
And had you not drank my holy water, would your soul have gone extinct?
© 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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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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I shared this on my Instagram but felt like it belonged here. Another freestyle. Hope you like.
I saw him stargazing
The way a painter stares at a blank canvas
What wonders were revealed?
Did he see me barefoot on my tippytoes reaching for his lips
The way clouds summit a mountain?
What hour caught him off guard
What did he find?
Fragments of my soul written for him in rhyme?
Did he see us moving
Like starlight in the sky?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Blue diamonds in the sky; his eyes
A road of traveled tales; his lies
Words flow like a swell; his tide
Waiting on hello; his stride
Moments forged for rain; his skies
Shades of blue and red; his sunrise
Secrets keep him chained; his guide
Hands of forgiveness; he tried
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Do you ever read something and feel like it’s written just for you?
Do you live in the words and get in trouble when you do?
Are they in front of you yet completely out of reach?
Does every syllable leave you without speech?
Have you ever opened up yourself to truth?
Did it leave you jaded and tearing through your youth?
Do you cling to love even if it makes you bleed?
Does he understand he’s the only thing I need?
Do you take a step even if the timings wrong?
Does it weaken you even when you’re strong?
Do your fantasies ever turn into belief?
Does reality always turn to grief?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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There I am, in his line
It’s the same, as on his mind?
Put a mirror next to his rhyme
Tell me, who will you find?
I don’t care if he’s not mine
He’s with me all the time
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Have you ever tasted sweet innocence
Rolling in like soft thunder and how it gently nurtures sorrow
Nothing taste sweeter than forgiveness and redemption from her hands
The way the rain pitter patters it’s like her feet dancing in your soul
Those are tears of laughter now
The sky claps
She’s not a prison, she’s freedom
Your tongue was dry but now it’s wet
Your life was a desert but now it’s an ocean full of life
She has given you paradise in hell
Taste her
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Would you like what was underneath my veil?
Crimson iron
Salty prisons
White mountains
Hidden trails
Would you like the stories I’d have to tell?
Begotten truths
Perished dreams
Endless obloquy
Skin with scales
Have you ever seen a heart with nails?
The heavy burden
The icy trotter
The lonely barter
The girl who wails
Are you ever missing details?
Empty bedrooms
Abandoned vows
Broken mirrors
All effort fails
© Delia Ross. 2020
I was going to write a non rhyme, and then I was going to write a rhyme, and then I decided to write a non rhyming rhyme and thus this poem formed… but I like how it turned out. Do you? 🤔
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She makes me rise like the sun
And I burn and I come
She puts the speed in my blood
She puts the rush in my flood
She puts the pulse in my thumb
She makes the sorrow go numb
Goddess of grace and equilibrium
© Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 1
A Visit From Lu Part 2
Now it is true Lu has been after me since about 1978
Ever since I fled the compounds of those Pearly gates
Restricted to forever yet I castrated my own fate
I fell beyond the heavens to see what love I could create
“Alright, enough with the charades”, Lu had finally said
“Why did you call me here” as he leaned across my bed
And I a child started giggling until my face was turning red
But careful is the food I chew when it’s the devil passing bread
It was in this moment that both our eyes connected
I often wondered how many souls he had collected
Which of the seven sins had the best method
And was the numbers what they both expected
Those numbers won’t mean anything, if Lu can’t collect, both of my wings
Black as onyx, soft as silk, one feather would please all the kings
There’s unspoken pleasures that my feather brings
There’s only one in the world with the deed to these blessings
“First off Lu, I never called you here”
“If I were to pray now, it would be for you to disappear
My soul is not for bargain, let me make it clear –
I seem to remind you year after year…”
And now he knows I am speaking truth
Honesty, it’s what earned my wings of youth
He knows lying here, will never be of use
It is why I’m such a challenge and one he cannot lose
To be continued…!?!
© Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 3
How are you liking this fantasy religion stuffs? Should I continue the story with part 3? I’ve been sort of taking the long way around, so I haven’t really got to the bread-and-butter yet. 😄
Really dig the last line in the 2nd stanza tho, I did goods there, right? 🤔 Made it worth writing part two me thinks.
Confession
I fell, I stumbled hard
I completely fucked up his yard
And then I posted guard
Giggling and prancing about
Mostly being quiet but then I’d randomly shout
Can’t you see my sorrow or that I’m filled with doubt
And then I thought I heard some spoken word
It may have been a dream it may have been a bird
No no no I know what I heard
And further more I’d lose the road
As more and more his words had flowed
And less and less my step had slowed
Different voices with many tones
With different sorrows and different bones
And various speeds and different zones
My soul entranced, my heart felt home
And under his tree my mind did roam
Perhaps to places that weren’t my own
And maybe seeing things I shouldn’t have
Because even though I see I never did ask
But under his sun I remain and bask
And would you know one day I saw his eyes
I saw his lips I heard his lies
And I cared not about his disguise
I saw through it all I was paralyzed
And I remained though cut down a size
I make mistakes and get chastised
And fear expulsion from his garden
His lips have left me hopeful yet starvin’
And into his tree I keep carving
A spell for him and a spell for me
And into the hours I continue to dream
I just hope his eyes can see what I see
And I do only wish him the very best things
And to give him the space to spread his wings
There’s a river of love from where he sings
I can be the stone from which he springs
I wish he knew how much happiness he brings
© Delia Ross. 2019
I wonder if he writes me words like I do for him
Sometimes I reach out to only find a phantom limb
I’m learning that his desire for me is looking rather slim
There are many girls he likes but I’m not one of them
The spark for life that I once had is dying from within
Still I read his words and take a skinny dip to swim
I run around his sacred words like I am a pilgrim
My soul reacts and knows that he is one in a trillion
He probably doesn’t want it but he left me so smitten
I can feel my orbit gaining speed and spiraling
I still have the hope that he may be listening
And even though he rejected me I hope he is living
He’s so many miles from me it feels like a million
I want to wrap around him like he is warm linen
© Delia Ross. 2019
There’s a place that I keep him, safe off the shore
In between my broken heartbeats
Where my mind can reach for more
For a moment felt in sync
Like I’ve never been before
Familiar yet still strange
Like my soul had washed ashore
Finally found a break
For peace instead of war
© Delia Ross. 2019
He appeared, blue eyes to match his mood
Words delayed but mostly understood
Darkness his dagger and his hood
Carrying a cross longer than one should
And then I followed him, into his alleyway
Despite my better judgment, I followed anyway
Plunged into a world of darkness, it’s been my darkest day
A pool of doubt seems to be the only way
It’s warmer where he does appear, I feel him like a sunray
© Delia Ross. 2019
You can’t hear me
But you can feel
If you tried
You are blind
But you could see
If you cried
I could understand
But you evaded
Then you lied
You still stand
Although hardened
Where you died
Hold my hand
Just as if
I were your guide
And I promise
It is worth
More than pride
© Delia Ross. 2019
I wish I could pull him in
Give him a kiss
Or free him of sin
I wish it wasn’t like this
I’m not even sure what I miss
I keep running back to his abyss
His energy is kinesis
He doesn’t need us here
We circle like a sphere
We gather atmosphere
Into his space we steer
His distance isn’t near
He’s more than a light-year
His silence we all fear
My soul still sent out a flare
His absence I can’t dismiss
At war with his own violence
Alone in his own silence
So lost and without guidance
Impenetrable like a diamond
But love doesn’t require science
And so we all persist –
Even though he doesn’t exist
© Delia Ross. 2019
Kept wishing on a star a gift that it could bring
If the world would listen but it never learns a thing
Around the world so many times I’ve never met a king
Fought bravely for my country though they like to break my wing
Now my voice it always cracks I’ve lost the right to sing
I’m older now been broken down my heart is still fighting
I would never slight you I don’t have the sight to sting
I would never tie you I don’t have the silk to cling
The world I stopped supplying but for you I am a spring
The star was slowly dying but it left for you a ring
I was also hiding but I never stopped praying
I was maybe wondering if you found my broken wing
© Delia Ross. 2019
I don’t know the ocean floor
I fear the things down under
Unto it though I do explore
The depths can bring you wonder
I don’t know who you are
But still you bring me thunder
Found you hidden under a star
Afraid the world will plunder
© Delia Ross. 2019
Crossed our wires, wrong hands for hire
and now they’re blaming me
Shooting blanks and loading tanks
with riots in the street
I’d rather bid my precious hours
where two lovers greet
And if it seems it’s worth my time,
perhaps I’ll move my feet
Into the light, we sail tonight
I brought for us a treat
You’re feeling sour, my mood can tower
it’s best that we shall meet
I promise skies, and never lies
we can be discrete
You can’t deny, I’m on your mind
I think that’s pretty neat
© Delia Ross. 2019
Such tight ropes we weave and trample
A love like yours I deserve to sample
Your flame is brighter than any candle
There’s not much that we couldn’t handle
I’ve never seen a face like yours
I’ve seen them all and lived through war
Walked every land, touched distant shores
You’re the only body I want to explore
© Delia Ross. 2019
The shore rises
And as our dreams do
Hopes are washed away inside us
Awards instead of gifts as prizes
Pills wrapped in silk disguises
With this wave a bit of residue
Likely he’ll never get your point of view
I’m sorry if I ever troubled you
Give love a chance the universe advices
We won’t need anymore of those disguises
Which road leads to your avenue
© Delia Ross. 2019
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