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What We Know
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About Me
I've updated my 'About Me' with history, links, and a new photo gallery.
Patreon Access
Please check out my writing campaign on Patreon!!! 😍
No Filter Monday (go with me here)
No filter Monday!! Ahem. Selfies in isolation. Open for a scare.
I’m on Patreon!
I'm now on Patreon!
Love & Thanks
Love and thanks
My Survivor CBS Casting Call/Auditions
I am auditioning for SURVIVOR CBS again (4th attempt)
Hello 28K!
Oh hi there! 28K woah! Thanks!
Happy Friday
Thankies + snappies
20K!!!
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 20K!! I LOVE YOU!!
Thoughts n’ Thangs
Thoughts. Ideas. Micropoetry. Micro-thinking. Is that a thing?
Last Rites
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...
Some have inquired about where you can get my coffee table book, Eternally Yours: Poetry for People. You can order the softbound edition from Amazon Prime & other outlets (see below). If you are looking for the hardcover though, it will have to be ordered direct from my publisher. If you would like a chance... Continue Reading →
Eternally Yours: Poetry for People by Delia Ross
My Son Part 3: Half of Her Life
The third and final part of my epic tragedy.
These Lessons Again And Again These Lessons
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
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.
I’ll Meet You Anywhere
A song I wrote about coming together any weather
Night Riding (Lyrics)
I wrote a song. Night Riding Lyrics
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
You Are The Reason
You are the light at the end of a tunnel The Sun after a storm You are the reason I dream in color The reason my smile takes form © 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.