My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow

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.

Things of Note by PoeEternal

Bits of pieces here & there. Thoughts. Ideas. Microwords. I feel like watching you smile is one of the most beautiful things I can witness in life. If you can't have it, dream about it. Fantasize. Talk to yourself. Loneliness is a state, not a being. Be one with it. Love. Even when you can't.... Continue Reading →

Rendezvous Avenue

If I were to take the blue Would it trouble you Can we meet Under the full moon Share secrets No other knew - Our complaints & grievance And pledge our allegiance Just between the two The air filled with sweetness From kissing all afternoon Utter discreteness At rendezvous avenue I gotta tent that sleeps... Continue Reading →

War

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

Kintsugi for the Soul

There's always been something about you, that when I look at you, my soul just glitters; Gold energy that seals my wounds and puts me on display, at shops in LA Kintsugi for the soul A broken soul with golden tear trails It must look like a lightning bug on a warm Summer's day Every... Continue Reading →

The moon and I, clothed in our own light, outcasts from the sun. We share a similar delight, that is of course the night. Alone, yet one. © Delia Ross. 2019

Black Star

To dream a life of pleasure, Reside a world of hell. Demands partial reason, Denies existence well. A star so dimly lit, Still reached the darkest soul. And in her heart he bit, Consumed it, left a hole. © Delia Ross. 2010

RESIDUE

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... Continue Reading →

Laughter is Currency

Laughter is currency for the soul It's way more precious than silver or gold It can be packaged nicely & gifted or sold It never cheapens or ages or folds © Delia Ross. 2019

Breaks Like Sadness

She breaks like sadness dancing over the womb She aches as night washes over the Moon If you shine your light she will run too soon Overstay your welcome and she'll be gone by noon © Delia Ross. 2019

My Son Part 1: The Promise

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.

Through To You

Is there a special niche needed to get through to you? How much time should one have to pursue? You threw down the gauntlets and then you withdrew You said you'd be back but it's clear that we're through I could wait long hours and it's something you knew Feeling something real has been long... Continue Reading →

Gratitude

I am so grateful for all the traffic that my website has been receiving. It is a great honor to be able to share my words with you and that you keep coming back to read more. As such, and as a thank you, I will be releasing my epic poem in three parts, which... Continue Reading →

Severed Connections

Always alone, what else do we know? We have grown accustomed to loom Universally we stand connected By lines to each other's doom How erroneous to accept The progress of dreaming, The TV is on, my computer is streaming All the world is aglow... © Delia Ross. 2010

A Chapter Yet Filled

Who here desire that love be all one needs? Surely, I say not for me. Though love proves a clever disguise, Love does not make one wise. It preys upon the weak The mere beauty only, For purity it speaks. And I a blossom yet to bloom, This cold entraps and seals my wounds. I... Continue Reading →

Seconds to Love

He is not the bird in a cage He is not the burn, or the flame He is not the bird falling from the sky He has not the look of abandonment in his eye He is not doubt, he is not the plague He is not boredom nor is he rage There is a... Continue Reading →

Traces of places by PoeEternal

Sometimes come around now & then It's hard to forget all the places that I've been I'd rather face the crowd than live a life of pretends Living an honest life are the roads few transcends And we both know those aren't the type of parties he attends There's plenty evil in the world for... Continue Reading →

Womanizer

His words will always belie his truth Underneath the charm a body uncouth Notice how he's always feeding on the youth? Always with his nose sniffing like a sleuth If you knew his heart you'd find he has no ruth © Delia Ross. 2018 Find me on Facebook at PoetryforPeople I'm on Insta too! Keepin'... Continue Reading →

Bloodletting

Why we stress on the ones who will never take us notice Adjusting our sights, but never finding focus A socialogical wasteland where most are adulterous Demoralizing women & society knows this You think because you're clean it doesn't make you an accomplice Watching others bleed while you eat is atrocious #metoo © Delia Ross.... Continue Reading →

Love hath abandoned all

Ahh but who doth not judge the outer appurtenance which is full of flaw? I too shall like to see beyond the hollow scar. Frail and meek, I seek to find comfort in man which bringeth me none not. Love hath abandoned all but my shadow. Until I am merely dust in the wind. I... Continue Reading →

There is no hope that lies here It seems the desert beams with blood Tears instead of rain do flood Only the dark leers (c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.

The love he had And love he lost And love he’ll never have Set forth the words he scribed himself Upon his epitaph Pardon the intrusion It’s a simple game of illusion You love; you die   (c) John Fair and Delia Ross 2010, All Rights Reserved

It felt like you spit me into the deep end of space, where I couldn't feel your sun... (c) Delia Ross 2013, All Rights Reserved

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