ONE WEEK OF LIVE RECAP
TikTok gave me the option to share and celebrate the milestone with you
Pssst. Some have been there for the fall. Now watch me climb the wall.
And don’t forget to follow! Cuz I will get lost!
Dropping it like it’s HAWT
My Original Spoken Word /Poetry Reel has gone viral with over 1K plays in under 24 hours! 😍
Holy moly!!! Yes it does feel good!! Thank you for watching! This is the first time I’ve ever gone viral so for it to reach 500 plays and then 1000 plays all in under 24 hours is phenomenal! I’m shook to see this in my notifications! 😍
Thank you all for watching!! 😍
I’m definitely inspired to get my first Tik Tok video going. So thanks a bunch! I appreciate the virtual cookies/ inspiration!
It doesn’t mean I’m famous and it doesn’t mean I’m rich but can I just please enjoy going viral for the first time in my life and for doing something original and on my own. This is my passion. I’m showing you the best of me (it doesn’t mean I’m perfect, I’m just giving it my all). And believe it or not, I’m actually scared doing this stuff.
It’ll never happen but one can dream! It doesn’t stop me from shooting for the stars! 🙂
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Once it reached 500 plays (some 14 hours after it was published) it only took 3 more hours for it to have another 500 plays, putting it over 1000 plays in roughly 17 hours, reaching 1K status in under 24 hours, for an original poem I wrote, which is incredible! I’ve never done anything like this before. But it’s very encouraging! Thanks for watching my reel!! 😍
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Link to my original poetry reel: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CGgDxW9FJmv/?igshid=1vx8ysbgxr083
What We Know
Everyone musta always been scavenging for food and water, typical supplies, but I was looking for the hidden stashes and bongs. I wanted medical grade marijuana, not that pharmaceutical junk. What they didn’t know was I had found a stash a few houses back, and I was still on the fence on whether I wanted them to know I had been looking for it. I had enough stress. My pain levels were at their max. I had grouped up with six others 2 nights ago, presumably most from the same neighborhood as I, or more importantly, mentally sound. Some had mentioned being vets, I could no longer trust anyone, and even my small group was suspect.
Here’s what we know. About 2 weeks ago an attack happened in the city, power was lost immediately following, cell communications down, radio and television silence, emergency service null.
So anyway, a couple days back I found a flavor jar under some kids bed, probably a teenager sixteen or 17, judging by the room. Signs of a struggle were seen throughout the condo, I fathom to ponder what has become of the owners of the unit. We lived and shared a fairly big neighborhood, yet barely lifted a chin of recognition when driving or walking by. But the kid had good taste with classic posters on his wall. When I saw the Floyd tapestries, I had hoped that there’d be some bud stashed away. And there was. I quickly pocketed it before the others could catch me.
To be continued…
© Delia Ross. 2020
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About Me
It was long overdue but I’ve finally updated my ‘About Me‘ section on my blog, and added a gallery with a few photos from my time in the Army plus a little back history of my life. It includes a few hyperlinks as well to additional information (like that time I applied to the Mars One project to live on Mars and actually became an official candidate). And an article about my unit during wartime.
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No Filter Monday (go with me here)
I woke up like dis! No filter Monday (go with me here, in isolation, all the days are the same). I know, I’m always a day late and a dollar short. It’s been a minute since I’ve done one of these and I normally do them on Instagram but Instagram wants to zoom the photos so I decided I’m going to do it on my blog today. No filter, no fancy lighting, no special camera tricks, no makeup, no plastic, no dye, no unique location, no cool clothing, not even coffee. Alas, just me early in the mornings and my eyes are still sleepy as I type this. Just plain and boring me. Freckles and hazel eyes, as I was born eons ago. And believe me it was eons ago. Decades upon decades. Oh, I feel a poem coming. Anyhoo. To be fair, many people have tried to change me over the years by pushing plastic on me (I still refuse to have any plastic on me because I like to feel my surroundings, therefore plastic surgery or fake nails, fake eyelashes, or any other fake stuff will never be part of my existence, sorry not sorry). I still get complaints of today that I don’t wax my eyebrows or get fake tans so I look like the color orange. I tried fake nails once for 2 weeks and I couldn’t feel a thing I touched and my fingernails themselves couldn’t breathe, gross. Plastic limits your sensories. There’s a disconnect from your soul. And there’s actually a movement that’s forming where women are getting their breast implants removed so that they can feel good again because they’re lethargic all the time and they can’t feel their surroundings. And dudes wonder why they can’t make their girl cum. Maybe if you stop pushing them to be fake they could feel things again. I don’t expect this to be a popular opinion but I’ve literally had guys tell me that they don’t like my boobs because they’re not fake. How dare you. Like, I’m a real individual. Don’t fucking diss me because I don’t live up to your standards of what real should be. You should never body shame a woman because they choose to not have their body parts cut off and removed. Like, I even breastfed my child an entire year. How dare you. Stop peer pressuring women into getting plastic surgery and body shaming them. How dare you. I’ve actually had to push through a lot of traumas because of people body shaming me for being real. How dare you. Anyway, it hasn’t been easy but alas I am 41 years old and still 100% natural. And being unmarried is a choice. A CHOICE. I am a fiercely strong and fiery independent woman. Hear me roar. Ahem, so now that I got that off my chest, I kinda feel better. Isn’t that kinda the entire purpose for writing? And I know some of my opinions aren’t popular but I’m not going to silence my voice any longer. But also, if I don’t learn to love myself I’m going to always be chasing after people who don’t love me as well. That ends today. So when you see me liking my own post or commenting to myself, it’s called self-love and you should try it.
P.S. I am in no way a vain person. And if body morphing is your thing cool, I support you. It’s your body. I just don’t feel like men/women/society should peer pressure women into doing it which has been my experience and it’s happened so many times and I’ve even had women complain that I don’t have a tan or my eyebrows waxed etc… the only modifications that I have and will likely get more of are tattoos and piercings. I gave up dying my hair as a resolution this year and so far I’ve stuck to it but I’m definitely not going to apologize that my hair color kind of looks faded. It’s also in its growing out phase. I took a razor to the side of my head last year, so I still have a good portion of my head with maybe 3 or 4 inches grown in. My hair is a mess. 😃
P.S.S. I’m getting ready to kick off an intense workout routine cuz I wanna cosplay and look gooddddd. I still need to tone up. I lost over 60 pounds (my last relationship was a nightmare and by the time I went no contact I weighed in at over 176 lb). If you are dating a narcissist go no contact and never look back. I did. And he still spies on me. Hoping he gets the *cough cough* I’m not even going to say it out loud cuz I don’t want that kind of karma on me but you know what I want to say… 😂
P.S.S. it takes a lot of courage to be yourself these days. 👍
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Love & Thanks
Thank you so much for making 2019 an incredible year for writing. I know there have been bumps and bruises, as such with life, but I am grateful for your visits, for your follows, for your feedback, and for you encouraging me to continue writing! Back in January this year my blog was at 5K, and my goal was to try to get to 10K by the end of the year! My blog just hit 35,000 visits, I am astound! Goal achieved and surpassed! My blog is also nearing over 14,000 visitors, that’s incredible! It still amazes me that I have people that visit my blog and read my poetry!! THANK YOU for giving my life meaning! I have grown as a person so much this year! I am still reflecting back on all the ups and downs and renewing my energy for 2020. I hope to see you in the new year. I wish you all the very best! Happy holidays! xxoo @POEETERNAL
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My Survivor CBS Casting Call/Auditions
How many of you would watch Survivor CBS if I got cast on it? It’s a possible “what if” cuz I’m actively auditioning for it. ALOT. 3 auditions in 1 year with a 4th incoming! I keep blowing my auditions & casting calls, I gotta ace this 4th attempt!! But, the very first rule of Survivor is never give up! And I ain’t! I am more determined than ever to get on and show these players how this game needs to be played!!! It’s THE BEST GAME ON EARTH. GET ME ON THE SHOW, PLEASE RECRUIT ME SURVIVOR CBS!
I can’t tell you how badly I want to play this game…yes I can, I can go on and on and on cuz, GOALS. (It’s not about fame, that isn’t my objective. I want to be SOUL SURVIVOR and go home with that million-dollar prize). It is the number 1 show still on CBS, but the best game ever and I am a huge gamer). I really get into gameplay. 🙂
So what I’ve learned is, it’s not that I’m not good enough to be on the show, it’s just I’m not exactly what they need for that particular season yet. You have to keep auditioning because you might be exactly what they need for an upcoming season. So, I nearly gave up and lost hope but the first rule of Survivor is never give up! 😆
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So, I hope you enjoyed these behind-the-scene photos of my life. ☺
Hello 28K!
Happy Friday
I’m stunned my blog is nearing 25K, it just hit 20K! APPRECIATION POST COMES WITH SMILES! THANK YOU ALL FOR READING MY POEMS!!!! Below lies a happy Poe, errr Delia.
20K!!!
Oh my goodness, thank you for visiting my blog over twenty thousand times to read my poetry!!! I LOVE YOU!! 20K!! 😍
Thoughts n’ Thangs
He laps her like a loyal dog chained by the guardian of hell, her purgatory – his territory
He kissed me and the Earth started to spin…
You could have just loved me the way that I deserved.
I shriveled up and died of unimportance, in case you hadn’t noticed…
Nothing I love ever makes it home.
Love. Love. What love?
It fits more like a tourniquet
I don’t want any part of it
My eyes met his eyes which awakened parts of my spirit unknowingly sleeping and even now my pulse dances anew…
He looked deeply into my eyes and said he wanted to make love to my sorrow –
So that the eyes looking back would look forward to tomorrow
She tied the anchor to my foot and pushed me off the plank while yelling, “at least you got some good poetry out of it…”
His smile made me whole. His love is a lighthouse in a dark galaxy.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Last Rites
I think I’ve lost my appetite
Please administrator my last rites
Say a prayer or improvise
Say it quick before I die
My breath has ceased, my chest is tight
Love feels like a parasite
My friend she broke to suicide
Now in no one I can confide
But in him I see the light
It feels alot like paradise
If I don’t cool down I might ignite!
It’s possible I might die tonight
Please administrator my last rites
I surrender, there’s no will to fight
© Delia Ross. 2019
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My Son Part 3: Half of Her Life
“The being he’s been waiting for has just opened her eyes.
There was a feeling of dread, but not a look of surprise.
He knew her at first site but she did not know his face,
He had his work cut out for him, her memory to replace.
A man who was a monster had perfected an art,
to bring back the dead and do it with just one body part.
Her husband had brought in a container of red,
and there was no touch of guilt or second thought in his head.
He would have her love,
the one who went away.
The one who made a promise,
half of her, the body, but the mind decayed.
And as the weeks past, he fed her the past.
But the scars on her wrists were given no fact,
He said she must got them from broken windows or barbed wire,
the blood covered furniture and clothes went into the fire.
She ate it all up and her husband was content,
He didn’t have it all, but it was worth what he spent.
But every so often, his memory took him to,
the horrible consequences of the life he would choose.
But he would still have her love,
and he would get her back slowly.
She would forget her promise,
half of her, man-made, and surely unholy.
But she always grew restless when he wasn’t around.
When she closed her eyes and tried hard no explanation was found.
Then wandered into a room where the standing mirror was stashed,
and too her surprise, it wasn’t her in the glass.
But it looked as if it was a younger look-a-like.
And the image moved it lips, spoke and had a voice like a spike.
She would show off her arms and reveal no scars,
and she’d tell her of the real reason that her memories depart.
“He just wanted your love;
did he mention your son?
I can see not by the look in your eyes”
Half of her, other in the mirror, she couldn’t shun.
She confronted her husband with the story she heard,
and he just stood still and spoke not a word.
And without even thinking twice gathered all the mirrors,
and locked them in the basement to hide from his fears.
And in fury, he jumped on her, strangled her, bashed her head.
But you know you can’t kill what is already dead!
The tears in his eyes, he couldn’t bare that she knew the truth,
He passed out from exhaustion and she took him to his room.
He just wanted her love,
and now it was falling apart.
But she wandered to the basement of mirrors,
Half-and-half brought together from the dark.
He awoke and the memories came back,
so slow he had to catch his breath.
But he heard laughing in the dining room,
He rushed into to see pictures of a bride and groom.
His lovely wife regained her mind,
and forgave her love for she knew he meant right.
And they sat together and laughed without shivers,
looking for hours at wedding pictures.
He just wanted her love,
and he had found it at last.
The deeds may have been in sin,
More or less, who’s to guess?
With or without a son,
they sealed their love with a kiss.
Because the promise was built on their love,
two halves, sown together, at the wrists”.
© Delia Ross. 2010
These Lessons Again And Again These Lessons
It’s going to keep coming around and around it keeps going
Over and over these lessons harden and are gaining speed and growing
You’d think by now we’d get it, but these lessons keep on flowing
It’s different now but maybe it would have been better never knowing
Nothing will ever hide these wrinkles on my forehead from showing
There might have been a warning when he heard the bird crowing
Damn, you see, it’s just another universal omen
But is he aware that time for me is gradually slowing
These lessons, these lessons keep on coming
These lessons, these lessons keep on coming
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© Delia Ross. 2019
My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow
“My darling husband, I can’t look at your face,
I made a promise but it went to waste.
The lovely day when we became one,
and the lovely night when we planned our son.
But now I’ve never felt so low before,
I don’t want to look in your eyes anymore.
I saw your pain when you heard the news,
we asked God for another but he must have refused.
And all I wanted was to carry your name,
now I hide my head in shame.
And your face that day in my mind remains;
I’m not even a woman anymore.
The one that I knew could carry my soul,
the one who could shield me from the cold.
You lent me all that you had inside,
I tried to give him to you, you know that I tried.
I saw you crying as I came to,
Losing myself was all I could do.
I never looked right at you again,
I regret it now, since you needed a friend.
And all I wanted was to carry your name,
now I hide my head in shame.
And your face that day in my mind remains;
I’m not even a woman anymore.
And I was wallowing and rolling in the pool of blood,
The Rivers that originated from me would flood.
All I tasted and felt was the death,
of my baby boy who would never have breath.
I cried for you, baby; I cried for you in fright,
Years went by in that one horrid night.
Would we ever be the same? Would we ever smile?
Would I ever get over it? Am I too fragile?
And all I wanted was to carry your name,
now I hide my head in shame.
And your face that day in my mind remains;
I’m not even a woman anymore.
Things are a little more clear now;
there is a sense of peace in the solution I found.
Strange I choose to bathe in blood;
again, it might as well be mud.
And soon I’ll rest in the dirt with the worms,
and never again feel this heart that burns.
I may be letting you down again,
but it’s only one more time, you were my very best friend.
And all I wanted was to carry your name,
now I hide my head in shame.
And your face that day in my mind remains;
I’m not even a woman anymore.”
© Delia Ross. 2010
Stay tuned for: My Son Part 3: Half of Her Life
I’ll Meet You Anywhere
I would take a bullet for him
He’s so much better than I am
I wish I could shoot him a telegram
Into the ocean I would swim
He’s the best thing that’s ever been
If he said jump I’d ask him when
To some this may seem obscene
But he is my favorite thing
His kiss would be my end
But I think his heart I could mend
This burning fire I can tend
Come closer let me be your friend
This offer will never expire
Some flames are meant to burn higher
I’ll meet you anywhere
I’d walk to Times Square
Don’t make life so unfair
Come on, I’ll meet you anywhere
I’d fly, I’d walk in the rain
I can drive or take the midnight train
I’d go to you anywhere
Can we meet at the town square
Darling please somewhere
Anywhere, I don’t care
Any weather
Come together
Any weather
Together we’re better
Any weather
© Delia Ross. 2019
#songwriting #poeeternal
Night Riding (Lyrics)
I need a lover not an enemy
Someone to go night riding with me
I feel another storm rising
We’ve wasted too much time deciding
I know where this road goes
I know where this storm blows
I know where this road goes
I know where this storm blows
The radio advises staying in
But who are they advising?
All these years we stayed hiding
There’s no other reason presiding
I know where this road goes
I know where this storm blows
I know where this road goes
I know where this storm blows
Sat in a corner despising
Why are you backsliding
Right now the Moon is rising
Our plans won’t need much revising
I want to go with you night riding
Stop wasting time deciding
Let’s go while the wind is subsiding
I want to go with you night riding
© Delia Ross. 2019
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.
Forgiveness isn’t hard. Ego is.
You’re one second away from being older. Cherish the new.
The walls we build around us to keep the sadness out also keeps out the joy.
I swear on my soul every time you smile a new galaxy is born. I can feel the after shocks in my heart. Even the Sun has sworn. Look how it shines on you.
You wear revenge on your heart.
Black soul, Black hole
Not much of a difference I know
Like a mold it will grow
It’s not too late to finish what you started.
Feasting on single lane, leaving darkness for tomorrow
Getting wasted on joy instead, I’m sick of all this sorrow
Skipping down single lane, I’ve nothing you can borrow
LOVE IS THE GREATEST CROWN, There’s no trouble here this part of town
He’s my favorite season of them all.
Everyone keeps asking me what it is I do. Well, I’m in the pursuit for happiness. Aren’t you?
Oh my tummy tum tum
Is growling like it wants some rum
I guess I better give it some….
You give what you take and you take what you give
I’m so tired of this mourning and I just want to live
Taking a break from my woes.
Did you know you could break me like glass?
Empty as a bottle.
Sometimes I need someone to disconnect with.
So evading these lines
I’ve tried to forget a thousand times
Feeling better about end days
And even less about rhyme
His voice puts movement in my heart.
But this one cut me deep like steel
I don’t know if I can ever heal
It hurts
These years they tend to cut
More challenges than it’s worth
It’s like a gunshot to the soul
CRUSH
Boys & misfortune are of most importance
Make me immortal so I can sleep forever.
My moral compass may be broken.
More cancelled invitations
I get the most in the nation
Shots of rum in my freezer
Make me less of an appeaser
I’m working on borrowed time.
I’m ready, not able
I’m under the weather and need to get stable
On and on silence is your war
He uses love like a seed
To pit in you jealousy & greed
To fight so hard for freedom
Years for liberty
Can anyone see me?
Lu once told me, all I had to do was prey.
Said you never loved
and you love me now
But you’re saying that
As you’re saying ciao
I left him lying
The trouble with love it’s trying
But don’t stick it out with a man who keeps you crying
His mouth is rot he’ll only keep denying
That’s his plan to slowly watch you dying
I never met a beast more terrifying
But why do good girls always come last?
My heart is a poet. Every beat is a syllable. Poetry its soul. I am but a poem waiting to be rhymed. Slow goes it.
You’ll soon be guest of honor at the crematorium.
Pain may appear closer in mirror.
Actually, I’m not angry. I’m fueled with intelligence and wit. I will smack thee with a mirror and say BEHOLD, SCUM. CLEAN THYSELF! 😉
© Delia Ross. 2019
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 two…
© Delia Ross. 2019
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 now and then
you’ll catch a glimpse of my soul lighting up
much like when you smile at me
and I blossom like a butter cup
In those moments, life exist
I am not dead just yet
© Delia Ross. 2019
Outcasts
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 won’t need anymore of those disguises
Which road leads to your avenue
© Delia Ross. 2019
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.
My Son Part 1: The Promise
“The bloody note,
that his lost wife wrote,
He found under his pillow,
when in the afternoon he awoke.
His heart grew weak as he read her final thoughts,
her last words about the son she lost,
and the promise that she broke.
But it sends him right,
back to that lovely night,
when they felt each other’s love,
and gave each other light.
But he tears up when he remembers the deed,
the love he felt then, seems now like greed.
Her promise he would recite.
‘Our life together, darling, has just begun,
And I would be honored if you had our son.’
He was her man and she was his lady,
and so he asked her to have his baby.
Neither hesitated.
She lay on the floor,
as the blood poured,
she felt the one inside,
would live no more.
And she was crying for help and she called everyone.
Thinking that someone could save her son.”
The promise lay on the ground torn.
The shame she had,
when he took her hand,
in the hospital room,
but he made no demand.
And when he first entered, she wouldn’t even lock,
her eyes with his, she just turned toward the wall.
Thinking the promise, she would damn.
But she looked in time,
with her tearing eyes,
she wanted to see him,
the one she was denied.
And when she did, her world was shattered,
And put in submission.
It was black and bloody and in the fetal position.
Her promise was a lie.
‘Our life, my darling, had just begun.
I only need my girl and I don’t need a son.’
He said this, but he could not hide his pain,
He knew that their love would never be the same.
Neither reiterated.
And alas one evening,
while he was dreaming,
she’d lay in the tub,
her wrists slashed and bleeding.
And when he saw the result his heart receded,
it tore apart when her wrists stopped bleeding.
The promise she was relieving.
And after the police went,
And after the trial,
After the search of his house,
And long after denial,
That’s when he found her letter of regret.
Buried under his pillow so he couldn’t neglect.
But then arose a devious smile.
‘Our life, my darling, has just begun.
All I have to do is save some of your blood.’
He knew a man who could restore her life
half of this woman would still be half of his wife.
Shockingly, he never hesitated.”
© Delia Ross. 2010
Stay tuned for Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow & Part 3: Half of Her Life
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 overdue
Longer are the days and the distance accure
I’ll be around if you need someone to talk to
There’s nothing in the world with a better view
I love the hours past all of the curfews
I bet his kisses taste like honey dew
This is why patience is a virtue –
I hope he puts me somewhere in his queue!
© Delia Ross. 2019
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 previously could only be found in my published book. It is some of my most complex writing to date, and if I were to have a favorite, this would be it. In celebration of over 6,000 visits on my blog, I am giving it to you. I always envisioned it to be turned into a play or short film (or both). So to the actors and visionaries out there, and lovers of all things poetry, perhaps too you should one day want the same (even if I’m no longer here). It is my legacy, my words. Edgar Allan Poe died unknown. And I’ve got visitors from all over the world, so thank you dear reader, from the very center of my soul, for your visits. Stay tuned, My Son Parts 1, 2 & 3 are coming, again as a thank you. And I very much hope you will fall prey to the story, as certainly I did writing it.
Purgatory
© Delia Ross. 2010
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 dare not think you understand,
Whom stand united, hand in hand?
One by one, or two by two,
These elements can get to you…
© Delia Ross. 2010
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 stillness in his frame
There is melody in his name
There are not faults to rectify
Music is his only alibi
There are no moments to be void of
He will only take you ten seconds to love
There are no reasons to recon with
I always thought love was just a myth
© Delia Ross. 2019
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 people to defend
And this is where our story must come to an end
But in the future please pick better friends
photo & poem by @PoeEternal
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
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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. 2018
Love ISN’T Real
Crossed the desert with the hand of a devil
Swore down the road I’d find something better
Pretended to lead when I wasn’t able
He knew we’d never be on the same level
Scolded me and gave me a deferral
4 years later we had to uncouple
For a moment I was lost in a fable
Said love is an illusion, not actual
© Delia Ross. 2018
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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 dare not you understand.
© Delia Ross and Poe Eternal, 2017.
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Sunken Treasure by Delia Ross
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
The Tale and Trauma of Satine (Part 1)
Satine was born in the dark ages, a very long time ago in the township of “Blackwood” whereto her mother had lived and died.
Unbeknownst of her parents, her mother died during childbirth of Satine. Her mother had been bitten by a vampire while Satine was still in the wound.
Satine never knew of her mother and father, and was abandoned as a child, for the people feared her or what she may become. She was sent away to live in the Carpathian Mountains far away.
There she became skilled amongst her powers, training in martial arts, strategic war tactics, and healing.A thing of abandonment seeped fear in her heart.
Presumably, her vampiric father watched over her, for Satine had dreams and visions that would abound her. Did he want her dead? Was he in attendance to help her, psychologically?
During her training, she met a Prince by the name of Vladimir. He would teach her many things, among philosophy and majik. Vlad seemed notable of the people, high in court. Yet feared among many.This brought desire in Satine to return to her home village, learn of its people, of her mother’s grave (hidden behind the church), and seek out her father. Upon her arrival, she found the people in disarray. Panic reigned there. Blood towered the streets. Trusty no one was.
Part human, part vampire, part light, part dark, Satine may prove to be the savior of her village.
Satine seeks love, part of her human condition. She may be vilified by its admission.
She grows week with apathy, blood-lust, and a demoniac affiliation.She sleeps beyond the church in her mother’s shallow grave.
“Remember, sometimes you need the dark to battle the dark. So do not discourage those who suffer from its apathy.” – Satine
©Delia Ross, 2011
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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