An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
Finish what you started...
MARRIED TO SORROW
Death or love
A poem about suicide that turned into a convo about suicide awareness + a gig memory & photos
All woe is me post halloween
The sins of anger (Or maybe A Visit From Lu Part 8?)
A poem about spiders, or I don't know, maybe emotional manipulation. My thoughts might be creepy but tis almost Halloween! Cobwebs!
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Themes of death, possible trigger warning (irony)
A micro-story in under ten words.
Maybe today is the day I find my courage
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing...
A short story / 50 word poem *Possible trigger warning*
The end of times is upon us and I'm over the bullshit
He looked back, I'm in hell...
Trigger Warning + metaphorical cutting
A poem about dark hearts
Your love is a supermassive black hole
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
My tomb should read, "Ah, death finally" but in reality the VA will cremate my body and bury me with other Soldiers with a white tomb in a cemetery where no one will ever come visit me or even know where I reside... "unknown soldier"
Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
Everything dies, even love.
Home is where the heart is
no one here's getting out alive... (life goes on after you die)
A micropoem by poet POEETERNAL
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
Love like his should be criminalized...
The world sleeps It passes noise for confusion Sleep for delusion Death it still creeps © Delia Ross. 2019
I lost my best friend to suicide. I write of her from time to time. But she's always on my mind.
The third and final part of my epic tragedy.
A poem about how hard we make life for one another.
WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.
When it ends there's not going to be time for goodbyes
And there upon my epitaph shall say, "died in the womb", for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb. © Delia Ross. 2019
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019