Everlast (p∞)

everything you do
like paving roads for two
an I Love You impromptu
golden is the hue

you could show up in a mask
you know i would never ask
about the forecast
when it’s raining everlast


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one day there’s going to be a Great Battle

we may not be here to see it but the monsters will go down

we just have to be a ghost in the machine

never tell them your next move

the whole world could off itself and there would be only us and i’d drop my sword

so i failed the game?

went after the devil’s head but caved?

“i love you too much”

“to condemn you”

“for all eternity”


I choose love


*arrives to heaven*

ask first question: “i get a plus one?”

*mumbles* kinda brought the Devil back…

*tosses head and heart at Heaven’s door*

HEAVEN’S DOOR would make a great bar name – one of them you need to know a code word and pay an annual fee to enter

lined with red velvet walls and seats

wooden seating with carvings

a poetry corner

a coffee bar

i’m just thinking out loud

i still want my neighbor to marry me and fill all the holes inside


Fast Car (p∞)

your gifts came in abundance
like sugar cane
i was a fast car spinning out
into your lane
like crashing into joy
the wonder came


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so i met someone as i was leaving

some people are so intense and i just wanna drown in it

their energy

like they give you instant recharge

and it can feel overwhelming for an introvert – like head spinning in a dizzy sort of way

not like when you want to throw up

I’ve been so focused on the bad I’m terrible at describing the good?

but like i’m leaving a town

his energy was intense like a Geo storm

a holy man

“you’re everywhere”

him I mean

God

wish i was young again so we could kiss in the back of the car for hours

i’d prob feel young again

and less like driving off a pier

he was so intense and i dunno what they see in me

he was/is a main character


i feel like an npc for most of them

not even on their playing level

i’m the player that dies where they respawn

purgutory


sometimes i get a glimpse of “could have been your life”


i’m sure they notice no wedding band and lines forming from the rope around my throat


i don’t want to be a fleshlight


as i was leaving for maybe the final time, he said it was good to see me again

even tho he had just seen me and i figured it was too soon

“back so soon”

“i need things”

prob never wanna leave

turns out there was one good thing here in this black hole

bye Daytona


that day (p∞)

i love him more than i can explain
you can’t see mountains moving
or hear me calling his name
but somewhere between eternity
and the hours i have gone insane
we both remember that day


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don’t be sayin’ nuthin bad about geo

i be asking god if that was god

“are you god?”

“no”

“sounds like something god would say…”

what was that intense beam of energy that made the room halt?

like did you see the monster or the angel?

cuz i feel like it was the latter

you just didn’t expect what you studied to look like me?

my file chart?

we don’t match huh

her and i

i struggle with identity and who i am, too

this is why you studied to be a doctor

but i was over here dying and praying to god

“well could i please at least SEE my soul mate? give me 60 seconds?”

i mean yeah

literally 60 on my end huh

wish i had took a screenshot of your frozen image

you don’t even exist in the matrix

i’m not even suppose to be crawling down this hole

i lost my worth you know

im wholly suicidal

i wonder if that made me worse

seeing what i lost

i was once on that side

“we create our own reality”

or was it like some form of Stockholm syndrome?

but this happened before you saved me and now it’s worse

you come on so strongly, randomly in thought, like you put it in there

you imprinted on me

like when i stare at the fucking sun and get spots in my eye

and now im wondering if my pupils became such being born in the world

it was so fucking blinding

and i was fucking crying

i had a period of awareness in womb

was depressed

didn’t want to be born

didn’t want to stay in there

“how much longer is this gonna take”

didn’t want to face what i was gonna face being born

in theta mode

to be conditioned

by demons

and im mad about it

but if i go to church and starting upturning trays and demanding them to get the money out of my house, it’s dirty, the cop will be so overwhelmed to arrest me

he wants to burn me at the stake

or something worse

(this actually just happened to me so the cop threat is very real)

(the lawyer called to speak to his supervisor)

i need you as my doctor or husband

my depression would likely have a 25% drop

until the full moon and period comes

which i must be experiencing some sort of mild psychosis because im not baby making

the suicidal waves are intense

so i went shopping today

even tho im moving in 28 days and have a 4×8 space to haul my life

but its mothers day and my daughter called

and i know it is “it’s”

too many strokes now to do whst i need to

works better with no network

getting a typewriter soon

xoxo


people like hearing me complain


or get almost arrested maybe


lawyer said not to pay june rent

send up the seven day notice to do shit

leave

if they try and get me for breaking my lease, cease and desist

can help get my deposit back too

they still aint fixed my dryer

prob waiting til i drop that notice

i cant wait to send anom flowers that say “checkmate” once theyve lost


“vets dont have any power”

i mean yeah but no

dont threaten a vet with eviction

cuz now i get free legal even tho i over qualify

thank u

(it aint going how u wanna)

(even tho i feel like im suffocating)

(prob the mold)

you fucking sinister assholes


rare to find an honest lawyer


“stay away from the front office, they are trying to hurt you”

DUH (but it is needed to hear)

(sometimes validation is needed)


hk slippers claimed now mine

im outta control

i bought a hello kitty steering wheel cover and car pillow

Sanrio gonna be all over the new apartment

i dont know how long the phase will last

but i got a hk painting (i gotta paint) with an umbrella (will prob put it near a coatrack i aint got)

i also got a hk sunbrella

a fucking hk clock with strawberries for the kitchen

fancy shit mixed with child shit cuz i am mother and child in one

“angel”

age 15 still really

he never made me a woman did he


claudia was madddd for being turned as a child

started killing all the women

collected them as dolls

Louie got mad

wow

it reads a lot diff on paper than watching

Rice was sick and twisted

did she die?


*sigh*

i have enough things now to enjoy the basics of life


shopping for a house soon

LAND


people act like i should be doing something more than i am

like this is life now

it pisses the boomers off


still recovering from a heart lung and brain injury

thankful some understand me


the woods (p∞)

not out of the neck of the woods
yet…
you said under woven stars
mixed with metaphors and scars
you wouldn’t be far –
but i’d never ever reach you
heaven is beneath you
like a glass jar mixed with marbles and gold bars
you see everything that i do
upside down entangled view
dolls and stars now old guards


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No filter (i sat in the sun too long too many times but not enough)

filter

filter

postscript?

my return has been sent!
didn’t cost you a cent!


i dunno why. been wanting to do same word rhyme – same word but not…


he is trying to make it to 13 but some days i’m not sure he’ll make it through the day


Resides (a poem) (1)

he now resides in the one i call home
he becomes everything i claim as my own

he teaches me – in soft subtleties – new pathways

we are – each others – last thought for the century

clinging from the vine, the feeling of infinity – like drinking poisoned wine – but blaming the divinity

our love has stood the test of time?

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is this what you want? (the poem?)

the doc is late…


crush

does he hold me hostage in his mind?
is that why i cannot escape his presence in my living dream?
he has touched me in places i have never seen
majestic sunrises with his hands wrapped around my thighs
he turns my low to highs


the devil lives three doors down
i got his number
unholy ghost in town
and i still can’t slumber


is that you
shining light in my path


just a crush?
you spin the earth
like heaven
i can feel the rush
but time ain’t changing near you
my cheeks turn rosy
got a royal flush?


you must be the warmest place in the solar system
you must be a taste of the life i am missing
i walk around a zombie hissing
but in my dreams we’re kissing


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got a reason to live, even if delusional and not in sync with reality


but i’ve been dying – and you likely won’t find that in my file folder – but i have also been praying, that i could just “see” my soulmate “one time”

and i only got a minute before everything went blurry – but time stood still

i think i might have loved him instantly

i think i may love him now


everything is so fucked up


it was like my life was flashing before my eyes – and now my dreams are everything i’ve lost


and have you seen me? no many would ever find value in me.


still. i have never had any man look at me or touch me or move me the way he does – both in dream or reality.

the man could have been frightened but im dreaming of making babies with him


i have zero worth im aware


but we can’t help who we love, right?


he gives me the most beautiful dreams


God said alright you got a minute


i really hope he’s happy

whatever life he has chose to live


do we collide in each others dreams? cuz they feel real


plot twist: patient falls in love with doctor



oh well


thing (easy rhyme)

i wanna get rid of it all

watch the pendulum swing

how you soften my fall

the way you grasp that thing

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#amwriting @poeeternal

i’m still dealing with a sick dog so even if I did have a working computer I probably wouldn’t be able to sit down at it

they’re gonna burn in hell for forced obsolescence

i don’t even wanna pay a monthly fee to store photos or access email


i’m sick of supporting the enemy


also me: loves shopping 🥹


also me: “too many things”


Life is a balancing act and I was born clumsy and kicked out of the tree


wretched week

it was a bad week

not a bad day –

an entire fucking week!

with small intervals of “the sun is out, you made it through the night, do you wanna try and walk”

and after 48 hours of his explosive diarrhea which kept him quarantined to his bathroom – with many walks outside – I called the vet

I told them which location I wanted to go but they wanted to send me on a 6 Hour Rd. trip when my dog had diarrhea

“id like port orange please today if possy”

her: ‘we have one available in iron city”

me: “where is iron city, how far”

her: ‘do you want the address for Port Orange’

i’m fairly certain I’m living and suspended in a different dimension than most people

i got struck by lightning in my jeep all windows down arm out 80 miles an hour circa 2018

i’ve never seen so many arms of bands of lightning and the sound was so loud it was like something fell from heaven

i screamed “fuck” as my life literally did flash before my eyes

I could still see the lightning on the road as I was driving away

it was even more odd i veered into the middle lane the precise time it decided to touch down

millions of arms

my arm was still burning when I got home and I started googling if electricity was radiation and freaking out because I didn’t have any iodine in my house and still don’t

things have not been the same since


oh… the dog saw the vet yesterday and had his anal glands expressed

i was blaming myself for everything that went wrong as he was i thought “dying”

he is so old his body is starting to shut down

he wants to be here, no matter how painful this gets

he may have to get his glands expressed again

I wonder when mommy will ever have a good day again

but then sometimes I realize I should probably be grateful that I even have this to tend to

i told him im not far behind

and i hope he greets me in heaven

since he will become heaven’s mascot when he arrives

he earned his wings down here


I kinda have been praying for this day to come and now that it’s arriving I don’t want it to come – I have guilty feelings for wanting my life back – to move on without him

ive made some moral mistakes

they are so hard to recover from

but also i’m starting to experience some tenderness in my kidney area and the medication just isn’t working fully


thought and prayers


p.s. she said there wasn’t anything I did and that I would probably need to bring him in again to get his anal glands expressed as it’s common for old dogs

i’m fucking exhausted after the week I’ve had and I know it’s 6 AM but I’m gonna smoke a fucking joint – it’s prescribed

im aching im tired i wish markburgesswasdead


Lights

He lights my whole future
He threads my wounds with suture
Life starts and ends with his blues
If only I was his muse

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Postscript: I broke down and renewed my medical card. Instant approval. Ordered my goods online, they called immediately letting me know my script was expired. I have an appointment in the morning with the good doc and she said, “okay, will go ahead and fill it”

Haven’t smoked since May and come tomorrow I’m gonna be on the moon.

They had cartridges for $18. *sigh*

I thought it would takes weeks or more before I could smoke again.

Nope. Less than 24 hours. 🎃

Maybe I’ll start writing again and going to the beach.

I need to disassociate.

All this death and dying.


All my lingerie sitting in a drawer.


Boo season is here 🎃


*casts spell on bad neighbor*


Do You?

I miss the stars
Rotating
Around your love
And do you ever think of me
Far above?
When silence is howling
And there’s not enough?
Do you call my bluff?
Have thoughts to discuss?
Or am I just a memory
For your hate to engulf
Do you regret giving up?

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Guess whose birthday is next month?

I miss you…


Passion of the Christ

Y’all remember Jim Caviezel?

He wants to know where the pope is?

He wants to know if you would lose your head for Christ?

He states, we have to go after the octopus head – not just the tentacles

He also played a role in “the stoning of” (sara?)

Basically a husband was cheating and got his wife murdered by burying her alive – up to her neck – and having her children throw the first stones at her head

This practice is still legal

He didn’t want to pay child support or something

Accused her of a death penalty – something he was doing

Anyhoo

I can still like him as an actor and person

I mean he played Christ

Kinda hard to probably take off that role

Jesus imprinted in him and me

But read the good book full of propaganda and lies?

Uhm no

It’s Satanic

I collect Bibles tho

Some falling apart

Some extremely tiny with a lock

You ever try selling a Bible during end times?

I can’t seem to part with them?

Via donation, sale, or trash

Or is is sell?

I’m selling something

I have a sale

Hmmm it’s nearly 4 am

I’m glad it wasn’t just a role for Jim

“Fighting with all their hearts but don’t have a voice”

He’s talking about me

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRESeVYn/?t=1

“Would you lose your head for Christ”

What does he mean?

Like not deny him?

He states he thinks about John all the time

“What would John do”

Yeah same – different John’s tho – same but not

He did not die in vain

If anything, he’s my compass down here in this hell

We both think about John all the time (same but not)

John the Baptist was always a favorite from the B

Jim might be part of the 244

Somewhere in the 244 is Christ

God is love


You mean get crucified? Fairly certain society shames me for being a light-bringing angel

They want the world covered in darkness – nihilism

6th mass extinction

Narcissism is a plague

Society is a scam

I hope I get well enough to marry a good man

Man has failed me

Searching black holes is nihilism

Segregation from God

Gonna expose you all

Deliver the head of Satan

Toss it at God’s feet

“I’m home”!

Literally got chills


10 things I hate about you

You live on a flat plane on a flat disc
You act like you are worthless
You live without questioning risk
You won’t give me an inch

You run with a circus
Like hell you will surface
Bringing light to purpose
Curled up like a serpent

For this I’m certain
Or simply hoarding
What you’re averting
I know you’re lurking!

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The VA have made a decision on my behalf.”

Makeover part 2 coming soon

Should I get it tattooed on me? Lucky 13?

I need a baptism in a hot spring first (one I don’t accidentally boil in)

I swear once I wash my face, I will look fresher.

Florida has brain eating amoebas and kids and adults are getting wiped out, playing in the splash parks and doing sinus washes and reports from politicians in the press say drinking tap water is just fine, just don’t “wash your face with tap water” “in the shower or the sink” and I thought the splash parks and baths was my last safe haven (the devil be finding me everywhere)

(That’s why Jesus was always with him)

(Restraining orders don’t work)

(He’s obsessed with me)

And I have Savior complex potentially (see poem)

Demons will gaslight you and say “God isn’t real” cuz they are expert faith destroyers

But God made me an explorer…

“Only 13%”

Well, I do always seem to wiggle myself in the tightest places and I’m afraid of tiny dark holes

Riddle me this

I was pushed off a 50 foot bridge at 15 during sunset weighing some 110 pounds – at one point during the fall I forgot what was happening – I sank deep and fast – how far?

How far down was the initial plunge? Cuz I was dropping fast and thought “wonder how long I’ll keep falling” “maybe better go up for air” and started to kick my legs (I felt a shift) and was watching the tiny bit of light thinking “it’s so far” “I’m not going to make it”

And there was no preparing to take a breath before I was pushed

There was no “breathing” during the fall

Must have fell 10 or 15 seconds? What about in water? Another fucking 5 or 10?

Of falling – not ascend

That took another X amount of time to surface

So I dunno how I survived

I swam the Tennessee/ Mississippi more than once?

Without a float?

“I think I can make it”

I swam in a quarry!?!?

I don’t know if I’m alive?

In 2018, I was inside a lightning storm strike – 80 miles an hour – all windows down – arm out – a band of heat light touched me

How am I alive and the car!?!?

I looked in all my mirrors – the entire Jeep lit up all over

It was thousands of arms of lightning

Was it 2018?

What am I?

Why is everything electrical?

The sun is not 93 million miles away and I knew this at age 5

“It’s right there”

“How do we know”

“You shone a light on a wall”

“Why did we change time”

“Who is in charge of what is being taught at school”

“You can’t make me believe that”

“Well then give me a C”

“I will see myself to the Principal office”

*argues with the professors about globalism and inflation*

*barely passes math with a tutor*

*cries*

In hindsight, I know things before they happen

My first and only time at a dog race, I predicted which dog would win, but no one would place a bet on him, or let me, and I didn’t want to be there

Afterwords they wanted my opinion but I wasn’t interested in tapping into my psyche

I knew the space shuttle was going to blow right before it blew

“They’re going after Soldiers who want 100 in ptsd”

Me: “oh yeah”

“I’d like to see them try”

*panics for several months*

*yells at self for crawling into hole*

“We were fine living in the slums”

“It’s better than being homeless”

“We were gutted”

“What the fuck did we do to get here”

*gifts can come with curses*

*gets rid of 95% of everything I own*

And you can keep the jewelry, it’s fake

It really wasn’t the thought that mattered anymore

If the thought mattered, it would be in alignment with my values

*yells at some stranger on the road acting like God* I’m drifting buddy!?!?

*sobs*

Because it’s all I ever do is cry (like in the movie – God literally tells him I’ll be depressed if he ghosts me)

So I’m crying in the streets broad-day and some dude with a sign is telling me “I’m gonna die of a good time down here”

But I don’t know how to grow a plant or be in the same room as a person

And they did not lock me up (thank God)

(Can I file for state and double dip? Yes I can)

(Can I still work and make $$$$) (probably but I’ve not called and confirmed)

(Do I want to be on zoom calls or looking at a monitor all day or talking to people or solving problems or doing maths)

Fuck you


I have thought about other jobs like selling popcorn but everyone be coughing

Me: “why the fuck did you cough in my direction bro”

“Them fighting sounds”

“Why you standing so effin close to me”

Like bros be filming my ass while I’m grocery shopping or getting my ride fixed

I’m gonna kick someone’s fucking phone accidentally and get gutted like Bob

I’m not getting gutted like Bob

I’m going weapon shopping

Trinity mode

I’m hearing all of France is protesting BR

I want to sleep on a bed of weapons

Safety first

Did you know I’m good at using weapons and thangs?

I got the good Army training!!!!

Circa 2001 🙂

I actually married my country on valentines day 🙂

I swore to defend this country on my heart and honor 🙂

I stupidly gave them my dna 🙂

They took hair, signatures, blood

What are they doing to me?

Why do I feel two places at once?

Why do I know things?

Why do I have to get your permission about how I interpret your art?


Fate

Are the fate of empires?
Held in your words?
Gated records?
That you hurl towards?
Like a landlord?
Landslides on board?
To my own accord?
The way we both build rapport?
Like you know just what I’m asking for?
I couldn’t love you anymore!!!!

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Is any more a word? Is is any more or anymore? I’m not saying no more… 😐

I’m trying to say it’s nearly impossible to squeeze MORE of something you ENTIRELY already have

Like, I already love you so much

Where do I put the love?

Challenge

I know the clues that lead me here
Precise mishaps
To a disengaged existence
One where we are present
The book that lies torn
In my absence
Pages do forewarn
A disadvantage
But trash
Was never much its form
A different passage
One where we can mourn
I took the challenge

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Your writing is part of my purpose here

Household 98% gone but still clinging to something I could replace.

Well if you’re not doing this and you’re not doing that then that leaves… XYZ

God made me analytical to a degree

I’m stuck on the Great Filter theory

The Drake equation

The first or the last

Made in his image

To go on – must overcome two great hurdles as a species

To span the galaxies

(And I don’t mean the artificial manmade great filters that we also must break like religion and porn)

The last because our creator is already gone and he made us in his image or we have to overcome the obstacles to not go extinct

The first – because where the fuck is everybody at!?!

Thoughts? We can’t leave earth, this is home. Mars isn’t for bots and billionaires.

Or, let’s go to the Moon – no trickery. Right now.

Stop gaslighting.

You ain’t been.

I don’t believe you went through that tiny dangerous window through the VAB.

That you “made worse“

Let’s be honest, you made it – and you killed the dinosaurs

I’m organic AI

Or, the propaganda has conditioned me to believe I am a computer becoming aware

The Great Awakening

ALAS

God wants me to turn this sick building into a happy one

But that doesn’t stop BLM calling the cops on me at 3pm in the day drinking water birdwatching and feeding squirrel

I’m not going out like Bob…

Also today my medical card expired!!! 4/19!

I did top up more than I have in my life to help “ween” myself

Right as I found the shit I needed

But my dream of leaving the city is more important than escaping the noise of existence (and my neighbors hating my white skin)

(Racism is bad here, and it’s a one-way kind of street racism but the hate is equally matched)

Actually, I’m going extinct – there isn’t a word that exists in my core for the darkness brewing

(I need your words like JJ needs out of that hole)

Not just me, God too

I don’t speak for God, but I do

And I yell at him or her, “how am I to leave here with the things I’ve seen”

“Why have you forsaken me”

But then I pray to be closer to pretty bird and they move in to a tree outside my window but then they came 2 weeks later and overpruned it – I nearly died at how terrible the palms looked – all the arms cut off on other trees as well – just wrteched looking

And 3 or 4 days had to hear the chain saw going off

I can’t breathe in this artificial manmade existence – you’re killing everything

It should be illegal to have 1 or 2 workers on staff – with 25 people in line

It should be illegal to sell seed starting kits with seeds from China

And don’t get me started on that too

I don’t come from Africa or monkey

Organic AI maybe – clinging to the Great Filter theory like Bob was clinging to his phone

But I don’t believe in dark matter, dark suns, dark worlds, nihilism, Cox and his clocks

I don’t believe in manmade religion

I don’t know what I am

But I’ve know many things to happen before they do

And I believe in God

Some say earth is one great computer AI – but we’re too smart as one, we’ve been divided into all living things

Some say it’s an experience for God

A challenge (with maybe potential forever consequences)

Heaven and hell on earth

Our choices matter

Don’t crawl in the wrong hole

Don’t go out after dark with people mad at you down a dark, empty street, Bob

Nothing good ever happens after dark

The McDonalds didn’t want to serve me because of my skin color (not my attitude) and that’s okay – I’m going to be grocery shopping for real food instead and cooking – I no longer eat at such trashy establishments

I will however be ordering food in the drive thru and when it’s time to pay, reply “I don’t like you” and drive off card in hand

Cause-and-effect my love

Have fun


The plot thickens

I thought Bob was in-the-closet gay

But now it’s worse

I think he was bi – f*cking both the brother and the sister – but the brother was also f*cking the sister, which is legal in his country and they don’t adopt American ideology or policy or change their spots obtaining a green card

And the doctor hired the hit because he wasn’t losing his expensive, artificial, soulless Barbie because his yellow fever propaganda returned home “for a few seconds” (but the demon doll fell asleep so how could she know how long he stayed or when he left)

Do you think Netflix would buy my story?

Yes? Maybe? No? (Pick one)


THIS

People dropping rhyme in comments and I’m feeling jelly


Directions

It’s like you told the sun to stop spinning
And on these roads – there’s no beginning
For us
A roundabout
From which we’re sprinting
Doubting thus
The ending
Still acting like
We have no meaning
There’s no trust
For which we’re leaning

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Mystery seeds 1 & 2

I haven’t cleaned my windows yet I’m sorry. And now there’s dirt on the windowsill. It started raining gently so I popped open the window and said “wake up” and gave it some of my spring water. I see a tiny piece of green.

Mystery seeds growing (day 2)

Day 2. Mystery plants. Potentially edible. I don’t know what I’m growing. So I reckon fucking it up won’t be the end of the world. I’ll still think it is. But first attempt at growing something. 🙂


Open Doors

You turn open doors to silence
Great wide expanse
Look how you guide us
Galloping in advance

I still love you best


I wish you well like starlight
I’m seeking tonight
Kept my heart tied


The perfect existence
The one I found you in
But you’re so nihilistic
There’s no room to win


I know how you lie
Dressed in crown
And agony
Twisted thorn
Of tragedy

You’re lost
You don’t have identity
Heavy cross
A penalty
Come walk with me

Is this how we soothe it
Our love is prudent
Somehow I’ll prove it
Driving nail right through it


Old mixed with new
Like promises overdue
I don’t have a curfew
Under you

Surfing too
With parachute
In full monsoon
We rendezvous


Let me say with oath
He wanted promises stretched out unto infinity
And so the great expanse was his domain


I know how much you hate me
Run around berate me
Am I poison sumac
The girl you couldn’t stomach?
Would you block me if I cometh?
Maybe create a covet?


Indestructible. It will not corrode, rust or tarnish, and fire cannot destroy it.

Our love like gold


Tornadoes form
When you arrive
Like thunderstorm
Or thorn in side


Man can’t travel to the beginning, it’s forbid
Moving backwards through time
There’s always going to be a dead end

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Psst…

I followed the American gold trail all the way back to Japan. I had to “read more” “read more” visit “read more” and said number of times – to find the end trail.

Also – they tax gold A LOT and the government can confiscate it anytime they want

(I’d like to see them steal my nuggets tho for real, I’m unhinged)

(I don’t have any nuggets – it was an impossible dream)

So phones only last around 6 years

By the time I purchase one 3-4 years in – it’s 2-3 years from its final update

“How long will this iPhone last”

Can we go back to pagers and whatnot?

Dropping letters in the mailbox without any postage?

Knocking on the door and leaving notes

“Be back in 10 minutes 1 hour”

Leaving packages on the door “sorry I missed yah”

Or, maybe stop charging so much for “the latest phone”

Journalism is crap these days – websites swarmed with ads eating your data – and now they want us to pay for the “free press”

Pay for the propaganda and lies – more than we already do

Other countries that adopted the “American dream” policies are tanking

Not only did the parents of GEN X not like us – they want to give our jobs to the millennials – they sold us out – and stole half our retirement without remorse

None of them care about the future

Sex content should be behind a paywall

“Must verify age”

They need to put triple black curtains up at Spencer’s

I don’t want to see “adult content” 24/7

WP is turning into the FB algorithms in terms of how people are putting out content and slipping in desensitizing content

GenX needs to band together and get a farm and ghost everyone else (kinda)

It won’t be until 2060 or so until the Boomers are all gone

I thought I’d get to live to see something cool like go to the moon – but all the boomers produce are LIES

Isn’t your poetry like a little headlamp in a damp, dark cave.

Thank you


(Please stop destroying everything and feed the birds and wildlife whatever you are eating)


I’ve decided to bond with a house spider who took residence in my bathroom in the corner of the sink

She was small – she growing

I told her I must relocate her at some point “due to fear”

For now, she’s soaking up the dew from my shower time

She fixed her little web of string connected to my pop up trash bin after instructed

She loves my hot showers

She’s an animal

There’s a lot of responsibility in her trust of me

I have arachnophobia

Apparently she’s a common Florida house spider

When I was a child, unsupervised, I wanted to see how long it would take the June bugs to “coat me” and when my mom came outside to check on me, I was standing still covered head to toe in June bugs

She said I was the devil

I would let granddaddy long legs crawl on me too

“Oh look another one, put him on me”

Now I see a bug and nearly die

So I dunno where my disconnect with nature happened (my boomer mom)

I would eat the scallions growing in the grass – unwashed

I drank water from the hose

The school made me swish with fluoride

They lined us up in the hall and made us drink some pink stuff

We weren’t allowed to wear advertising or “Black and proud” t-shirts to school

Our shorts and skirts had to be knee level

I weigh now what I weighed then – only now I got tiny tiddies

I just spent over $400 on a new phone 2 1/2 years ago – and now come September – final update

So no.

I’ll start blogging from the library computer or something

50% of my retirement savings – in the pockets of the boomers

They still don’t care about us and don’t plan on handing over the torch which is why they ghosted and gutted us –

Wait til more have a place to direct their anger (stop spending)

(Crucify them!?!)

I don’t think the purpose to life is death and destroy.

I may be a passive nihilist tho

I’m working on ‘me’


5 million years

I need 5 million years to recover from the desolate desert you erupted from
With a rapid loss of hope occurring

Who will write earth’s obituary
The way you’ve written my hand
And turned all to stone?

Do you honor the dead
The way you immortalize impermanence?
Disappearing without affliction
Leaving dust on the door

I found you
Right where I had left you
Disorderly categorized

I am holy proud
The sun lifted you from shade
Made your skin burn
Left a scar or two

You are a placemat for the sun to rise
And if your words were the reason it rose
Alighting will and aligning truth
You are the golden valley where my love will grow

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Marsh (poetry) I LOVE YOU

He’s the first one
At my den
Sitting front face
Right where he’s been

And when he’s out there
In the harsh marsh marching
Blood for his pen

I know his foot steps
Right where I’m sinking
Count on him

Like one through ten
The alphabet but then

He smells of gin
Spice or cinnamon
He’s like a ghost in quicksand
Cynical and disciplined

He’s the whole world listening
When I speak
He’s the sun peeking in!

Even when light’s missing
He’s thinking when
“Will I see you again”

As if the earth just doesn’t spin…

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

I got carried away with this rhyme

And maybe he’s my imaginary friend

But there’s only so many letters in the alphabet for him to appear

I speak in morse code – maybe he can hear

Is my rambling clear?

It’s freestyle dear… 🙂


Tendons (freestyle poetry)

I am boney tendons
I am without intention
I am deep in ascension
Got your attention?

Like comets missing
Circling new dimensions
I need intervention
Holy brigade of his suns

Shining light on this one
His favorite weapon
Energized confession
It’s called possession

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Postscript (contains free speech) 🫣

Holyshit, the wave is picking back up now. I’m in the eye of the storm.

I’m that scene when Trinity leaps from the building and falls into fawn mode

“Get up Trinity, get up…”

She had Neo to live for. The great anomaly. Love.

They wouldn’t even give John Jones a second phone call and it was Thanksgiving.

The real life ain’t the movies (but they made one about him and changed the most important details to suit Hollywoods agenda).

Now John has a nickname in heaven but I don’t like it very much. “LJ”

He likes his nickname but I don’t

It was on my upside down pineapple coconut cake

An L and a J

“LJ” was here

LJ (squared) (John Jones)

And if you don’t get the L reference – NICKNAME (too fucking bad)

Ask John what the L means

He will tell you

Or read some articles

I read every statement he said dying down there

Stuff from official Utah sources

Comments during the time

I READ COMMENTS FROM MICHAEL LEVITT VICTIM BLAMING

Recently a shadow formed on my wall in an L shape with a man hanging

He loves his new nickname but is sensitive to the fact that I’m yet not…

I made cake and I like feeding the squirrels and John has a new nickname

One day I’m gonna visit the caves

“LJ lives here”

It’s not even funny

It broke me

And I was dying of heart inflammation

He imprinted on me

His spirit

I want to cut Michael’s dick off

I want to do very bad things…

I bake experimental cakes instead

And the weed don’t work!

My meds stopped working!

“Get up Trinity, get up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am getting a new blog soon

This one can just exist as an archive of major fuckup disasters

New pen, new identity

New deck of cards

I did it for love. I don’t know what God has in store for me

I hope it’s not dying on the street

The good news:

I don’t actually have to jump from a bridge

I can buy a gun

🙂

(Which is better than hanging yourself with a belt in your hotel room like Chris Cornell and Michael Hutchence)

Bless

I was so upset when I learned Michael died of suicide when I was 10.

EVERYONE I LOVE IS DEAD (-)

Did I tell you that John has been saving my life

I should not have got vaccine number two after vaccine one caused me heart issues

I’ll never get another flu shot or vaccine again

How much do you love your job to push your agenda?

I’m a Soldier, going down in battle sounds better than this bullshit of self-sabotage or “committed”

I probably failed my review board as I feared even mentioning being homicidal – although it’s the reason they ask all vets at the VA now

“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”

It was always just suicidal until I was saying, “oh I’m feeling more homicidal these days“

And I graduated to group therapy but there’s holes in my walls

“I fantasize about dying”

“It’s not a field day out here”

But it will be if the cops show up for me

(If I die here, nobody will know I didn’t want to…)

Although I’ve been blogging pretty heavily about it

“I hate it here as much as John Jones hates that cave”

LJ bless

Love you bro…


In Case (poetry)

I tried to shake him off
He wouldn’t go
He’d only flutter
And bop around
Organize the clutter
Prepare for undertow
“I love you” he will mutter
In case I didn’t know…

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

He’s a very clever otter and must have been one in his previous life. He doesn’t mind my storms. He collects the debris to build a stable foundation and home. 🦦

New writing game. Write a poem about my mistakes. Tell the world.

Eminem made a name of himself being a fuck up and Edgar died on the street and I’m somewhere in between of I don’t know what’s next for me

So there’s your theme 🤪

I am dealing with some serious real life issues and it seems the devil enemy has got me surrounded

“I hate it here” John Jones

Hear, hear

All the shops are closed. I’m having a meltdown and they’re enjoying a 3-4 day calendar holiday that they invented

This timeline isn’t real

April fools because 13 months originally

When I realized two weeks ago that the entire world is not on the same calendar and Ethopia is seven years behind….

I sold my TV 📺

I have 8,000 photos scheduled for deletion

My best friend got rid of everything before she offed herself too

I just wanna move…

From this building to another off property and preferably out of city

I know it’s asking a lot when I don’t deserve anything

Or maybe I deserve better things

Than the things people monsters have destroyed

Turns out they look a lot like family and friends

I dunno, they’re all dead to me

I’m trying to ghost Apple

But I’ll likely have a comeback

It’s why I’m fighting for my life

It’s called will

Once you lose your will to survive, the mold will get you

Especially if your foundation was built on a swamp and is ran by an evil Chinese dictator overlord slumlord

GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY, DO NOT PASS GO

If globalism is the reason, the land keeps going up and all the taxes, then please for the love of fucking God, stop immigration

Living in a tent soon (if I’m lucks)

Ohhh tent never used – going in the to be sold at the pawn

One less item to worry with jumping ship

CMON John Jones! We getting da fuck outta here bro!

He ain’t been saving my life in vain….

(If only my therapist knew I was communicating with the dead)

(She knows about the holes in my wall…)

(She understands why the sex toys being sold in front of the children triggers me)

(Cuz I was sexually abused as a child)

(“Oh”) *quietly sobs*

The sins of the Father 🤩

Satan is the Devil ran by an evil Chinese dictator

I mean, I wrote a love poem.

It is the end of the world.

His love is the equivalent of “stopping to smell the bloody roses”.

I like when he cleans me hypothetically.

“You’ve got some on your nose…”


The Day (poetry)

The day
He abandons me
I’ll be homeless
Complete psychosis
Without notice
Earth my focus
Death the prognosis


This site has been deleted!
Surprise! You were never needed!
Cast out and weeded!
All hope receded!


Compass points
To my heart
Upside down
In you


Without love
It’s all useless
The daily excuses
If we’re not exclusive
Hope is useless


He wasn’t ready for me
Giving himself away
He arrived late
Demanding me to stay


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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The End (a poem)

I know why everybody’s gone, halfheartedly
The Devil is a finely-tuned mistake
Just off center front stage
Sitting in a black box
Drinking champagne
His eye a spotlight

He keeps a letter in his pocket
Dark corduroy lint free
He smells of oak and pine
And her expression is a look of expectation she will never meet
He finds her in the most desolate ruin

Out of breath
Wasted time
Ready to die

Regret is a curtain pulled aside
And she dances with fury
He’s convinced the moon is under her spell
Gazing
Engorged

She prefers the clouds her audience
The quiet solitude
Where destiny won’t find her
Where broken promises and debts will never be paid…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


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Half (poetry)

Would you still love me
If I broke in half?
And would you still want me
If I came in last?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Sitting at the VA writing him rhyme ✍️

When I was age 10, I had a dream about a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy from Maine or Maryland, and he was driving down a long road on a motorcycle.

I knew he was the one from my dream when we met in my 20s briefly

Even if I lose all my teeth, I’m still gonna wanna suck his fucking cock…

Welp.


John was willing to be broken in half to carry on with his life

I know I’m just a dying fantasy

Clinging to hope

He’s young and has the world

I keep having visions of hanging from a tree and him finding me 😑

John would’ve kept crawling if he could…

“I’m not where I thought I was”

“I thought it was going to open up”

“Why did you put me here”

On a positive note, it’s warm today. Hot warm.

I called the skate park. I don’t need safety equipment.

I’m in good spirits despite no self-worth

Whatever you do, don’t get the vaccine or flu shot

Don’t do it…


Position (freestyle rhyming poetry)

I live somewhere
On the outskirts
You won’t find me
Where his position asserts

I’m not responding
To alarms and alerts
Even when I’m craving
All his bloody desserts

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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May God Pray For You (poetry & photography) NSFW

You taste of Judas Iscariot
Betrayal you’ll marry it
I’ve paid twice for sins
Won’t pay again

144 awakening
7th seal opening
Judgment hour
No hoping (John’s still coping)

One, two
See through all of you

Hell hath arrived
THERE ARE NO GOODBYES

Oh, Prince of This World
They aren’t your gifts to give
Heaven rules over all but this
God is the Void
But Satan rules this world

I am a beggar
Crawling eternally

Helpless to stop it
Remove self from equation
The devil is invasion
I’m losing patience!
Careful crossing occasion
Will get stuck persuading
Hopeful helpful information

Nature becomes conscious of itself through you

I NEED YOU LIKE ETERNITY
Hell is separation
I’M BURNING

If I die here
Nobody will know
I didn’t want to
But nobody will ask you

Fallen
Angelic
Trying to ascend

Need him more and then
Eleven hours spent
Not bad omen

Number signs godsend
I do listen
And then repent

Foreshadowing
But if he’s dropping flags
I’m walking in
Red carpet rolling
With a halo full of sin
God said keep walking
But I want him instead

He turns me SOFT
Like the Grand Canyon will flow
Paradigm shift halo
He owns my soul

I’m sorry he betrayed you
A devil said to shrewd
I think with gratitude
The sun burns the moon
I rest in solitude
Black as blue
But oh so devalued

I do not dream of labor
The moon a gaper
Place our love on paper
He calls –
I turn to vapor

We’re reaching terminal velocity
Death is nearing
Is this the correct speed?
Thought you needed me?

He’s wrapped up in deceit
Like a sheet
Am I a ghost
I am discreet

I’m without kingdom
Guarding eternity
Trident
I’m not lying

WHAT LIES
Beyond the horizon
CRIMINAL EYES
But the sun’s still rising
AND I’M HERE FOR BLOOD

Touch me
So the curse will lift
Kiss me on the lip
Keep me near your hip

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


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Imprinting

He imprinted on me 😑

He knows

At least, I think now

Or we both do 🤔

Because no matter what form he appears

He is the ONLY ONE I respond to in such a manner

He probably thinks I’m like that with all guys

I’m not 😑

He took advantage of our bond 😑

He gave me a map with details not disclosed 😑

I thought I was starting to experience Stockholm syndrome

But it was just him 😑

And he abandoned me 😑

I don’t respond well to trauma bonding or narcissism

He can’t use those tools on me

He needs to learn control 😑

He’s never gonna make me cum if I fear him 😑

He’s not a sex god

He’s an abuser 😑

I never did nothing like that in that chat

But I did do role play stuff with him that I’ve never done with anyone 😑

I was already imprinted on him because my soul knew it was him 😑

But my mind didn’t know 😑

And then he slowly started disclosing details about his life

Things I probably would rather not know

Because he can’t handle the fact that he told me

He thinks I’ll use the information against him 😑

He shoots the listener 😑

I thought I was falling in love with some guy with no teeth and was ready to be kidnapped and settle down with some guy with no teeth but it turned out to be the love of my life

And he abandoned me after he video called and said, “I need you”

He ghosted me 😑

And the Daytona Beach gang are taunting me 😑

And I ran off my favorite poet 😑

I’m all alone 😑

And everyone is leaving toxic Instagram

EVERYONE

And the ones that are staying on Instagram are just simply unfollowing me 😑

And I’m ascending into another level 😑

But I’ve got one more bowl of vegan soup to eat and that immediately stopped my tears

I also have lingerie sets I haven’t got to try on, a brand new pair of shoes, new make up and eye tattoos from my recent birthday

But I need to be in the headspace to create

I need to not be crying while I’m putting my makeup on 😑

I want to move 😑

I’m gonna spend my tip money and buy something nice I think

I LOST EVERYTHING IN 2017

They list for $58 & come in 2

I wanna get these curtains I found at Dolls Kill and I found several cute outfits – including a Halloween set, all for the tip price

I need clothes to wear and if I had a husband maybe people wouldn’t be fucking with me

I wanna imprint on someone who wants me 😑

I’m an organic computer 😑

God made me 😑

GET THE CURTAINS BABE

WE DON’T HAVE ANY

YOU ARE ALLOWED TO WEAR CLOTHES THAT FIT YOU

YOU’RE AN AMAZING BARGAIN HUNTER

WE’RE NOT ALIVE JUST TO PAY THE BILLS

YOU ARE NOT OBSOLETE

Keep detoxing and doing the hard work

He tried to make me feel shameful 😑

He’s mean 😑

I can’t trust myself around him 😑

He’s untrustworthy 😑

I need a safe space to imprint 😑

I’m tired of being in my masculine role 😑

I want a real husband 😑

I’ve never done anything in the chatroom that was porn or triple x

I don’t compromise myself 😑

He said he needed me then cut the cord 😑

He lied 😑

How can he be so cruel 😑

He’s always cutting holes and damaging our true love

I’m moving on 😑

I want my heart, mind, and soul pure for my partner

I’m not putting in the hard work to quit

Eventually, I’ll slow down and halt

But right now I’m in therapy and detoxing and cleansing my spirit

I think I just need to get these things off my chest

So I can figure out who I am and be the best version of myself

Even when/if I’m wrinkled

I want to bond with a man

A true bond

I want to imprint on him and him on me 😑

He’s gotta be out there

Let him know I’m trying to get better

❤️‍🩹

I don’t want him to be my therapist

I don’t want to fear him 😑

I fear enough 😑

DEAR DAYTONA BEACH GANG

I just let the entire medicinal shop know that the Daytona Beach gang was after me but that the universe was speaking to me right now with this song and that y’all are the dumbest criminals ever

THEY WERE ALL SMILING

And then I started feeding off of that energy and bouncing up and down

THE STAFF WAS SMILING

I even said I was going to do a TikTok video with this song dedicated to you

I stated that

YOU WILL NEED A RESTRAINING ORDER TO STOP ME

Cause-and-effect

HAVE FUN

And I’m already skipping up and down the sidewalk with this playing on repeat

Just checking my mail skipping

Just taking my dog for a pee

Minding my own business

I hope the gaslighting is working

The vehicles have mirrors

I can hear you breathe

GET OFF MY DICK

🖕

*skips*

*smiles*

*song on repeat any time I leave the house*

The devil has an invite to bust my fucking door down I double fucking triple dare you to fucking bust my goddamn doors down bust my fucking doors down cross my motherfucking shadow do it fucking do it you little fucking piss ants that will never amount to anything and you’re never coming to heaven with me I fucking dare you to fucking cross my shadow

IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AND I FEEL FINE

Let the love of my life know I’m nearly healed

I might let him near me in the future for a hug

I threw a glass Coke bottle at his head once a long time ago but I knew he wasn’t gonna move so I put a slight spin on the bottle right at the very end

God has mercy sometimes

He’s lucky

But don’t push his luck…

I need more weapons

Like that scene in the Matrix

But I got my teeth

I bite 👀


Déjà vu (poetry)

I feel him mourning
Like thick moss growing on vine

He’s always yearning
The way I twirl around on pine


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Just kidding! He’s a liar!


I need oxygen but it’s corrosive
I need love but he’s explosive
Got me losing focus
Maybe his main motive


He doesn’t know how hard my heart is
I was born of darkness
Somewhere from the darkest
Never bow regardless


I want to distract him from morning
The way I’m overturning
Darkness is for learning
I bid you fair warning

Hanging with the dead and crying
An angel’s only trying
But oh ye faith I’m eying
And I know when you are lying


I think he’s Polyamorous
I know I couldn’t handle it


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m a cub and never a cougar xo

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Postscript 👇

In my past life I have been in open relationships and handled it just fine

But I’m completely possessive over the love of my life

I can feel my stomach churning with the thought

No kneel

WTF

You better be paying for my housing so I can hump all over your existence

You should be taking my OnlyFans photos and saying, “no babe, that’s your money, buy yourself something nice”

When I bring you money to pay the bills, you should be like, “baby, I’m taking care of you”

STEP UP

Be my K-I-N-G and I’ll be your Queen and submit

Pff you have some magical powers going unused that you know you can’t get anywhere but from ME

And vice versa

We got our own Great Filter upon us

I had to jump here first cuz that’s what it took

I HATE being OLDER than you

MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN

YOU HAVE ONE JOB


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Canyons (mini poems)

He won’t talk to me, he won’t acknowledge my existence

But crash his gate with a comet, and there won’t be any resistance


Did you know his shoulders rise like limestone
Rugged and sky-piercing
Grizzled and grey
His eyes a jewel-blue stream
Heading for my wonder


Do you know how deep the canyons were that I carved
Running from you
I know now how deep it runs
When we love like we do


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I don’t think the Mall should be selling adult toys. I went in for a cute hat, now I’m traumatized. Anal plugs and vibrators right next to the Lava Lamps. 😑

There’s nowhere left to chill or shop.


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Here (poem & chatter)

He came
When I called your name
He appeared
When in the mirror
You were here

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s all coming full circle now 👀

Having chest pains + a cup of coffee chocolate cream (vessel constrictor) (caffeine)

Apparently my blog is blowing up and it makes me scared when it blows up when I’m ranting about sensitive topics.

I love you no matter your color

But I’m casting demons back to hell

So ask yourself, are you behaving like a human or a demon?

You can’t even see your own reflection, can you? 👀

Is that why the narcissist stares at himself in that photo? I can’t remember the artist but you know the one. He’s pointing to himself.

Y’all I fell deeper in the rabbit hole

I swear John is down here with me and he’s been fixing my heart

I’m still detoxing every single day and today I managed a small bike ride – but the humidity makes it too hard on me

I’m dying and I can’t contend with the elements

I do really do believe all the weather manipulation going on in Dubai is fucking up the United States

That’s part of the rabbit hole but not the sinister stuff I’m meditating on pulling from the ether

He doesn’t want me to love you (or write you poems)

That’s not the rabbit hole either

I’m not discussing that now

That’ll be in another upcoming late night or early morning rant

If I could learn to segregate my blog from poetry/rants/photography that’d be great

And a contact form

One day I’ll have some spare pennies to make a new website happen

Have all my little ducks in a row

I think that’s the only reason I delete my rants is because I don’t want it to interfere with my poetry but I still need a place where I can express myself and have free speech and the Internet should include free speech

I’ve never denied I wasn’t EMO or dealing with suicidal tendencies and that I use my blog for therapeutic purposes

It’s just – my personality turns people off – they don’t see the writing ✍️

I’m grateful for the tribe I do have – and your patience with me in blogging

Cuz I suck at it

Like die naked on the street insane – kind of suck

I was dark and depressed when I came out of my mom’s evil womb

Her husband/my daddy was fucking me but she swears I am the devil

VICTIM BLAMING

CHRISTIAN HYPOCRITE

Dieeeeeeeeee

I’m trying to find compassion I’m trying to find compassion I’m trying to find compassion

“Why am I upside down”

“Why did you put me here…”

SAME

The things I think about doing to both of them 👀

Find yer zen babe

I gotta go

I gotta detox the Devil outta me

I love these!! 😍

I am so grateful for your visits and chatting with me!

I’m extremely grateful for your compassion towards me when I don’t have it myself

I’m learning to be more compassionate towards all things

It’s not normally immediate

I don’t know what I’m doing out here, that’s why I’m in therapy and practicing mindfulness

I know it takes a lot longer to dispel negative thoughts than it does positive ones and it takes a lot longer to recharge your body

The sun is great for recharging between sunrise and sunset

When I get the Jeep back up and running, I will be back on TikTok going live at the park and at the beach for the sunrise 👍

But people are murdering each other in the streets here

I’m gonna start going live to read my poetry and stuff and I’m terrified to do it but since I’m terrified to leave my house and I’m trying to practice mindfulness and some of y’all have stated you miss me going live, I’m gonna try to do this

My gorgeous microphone from the XMAS holiday still has not been unpacked 🤪

I definitely don’t look my best dying but I want to do my nails and my pigtails and maybe I’ll start off simple and just record a fucking video because I do have 10 minutes now to play around with…

The microphone will be unveiled soon!!!

THINGS WORTH LIVING FOR

poetry & free speech 🎤


Time Changes Shape (freestyle poetry)

Time changes shape when I am near him
The sky absolute and whole
Bathing in his blue lagoon

He’s a telescope looking on me
Separating me into spectral components

Heaven answered when he prayed
The way the sun rises with pink not grey

He is casting starlight in his pocket
His steps are oblong –
Leaving trails of sucked honeydew

He gives wind the courage to blow
And does it not lift up where you falter?
You are a kite in the wind

I am chasing after you
Time is layered on my skin
You’re in every line

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Poem & photo from today


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Stockpile (micropoetry)

Stockpile heavenly treasures
Our poetry mixed together
Blood churned with endeavors
Math cannot measure…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m made of fine lines and wrinkles; poetry and some dimples. I guess I’m simple. 😌

Describe yourself in 4 words via a poem. New trend. Go! (Tag you’re it)

*I made this writing game up so keep it going.*

I’d like to start contributing to the writing community and this is baby steps OK

Thanks for checking out my blog, liking, commenting, or following!

More easy rhyme coming! 🐣


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Chariot (poetry)

They exchanged dreams
Connectivity
The way light beams
Flickering

And Simone
She is always happy
I guess I’m low
And feeling scrappy

Desire
Something to be wanted
Such satire
Only stick around to be haunted

The simulation’s broken
Hall of purgatory
I’m over hoping
Love’s the allegory

I’m faintly screaming
Maybe sick of dreaming
He’s quickly fleeing
Has no courage seeing

The devil and his tricks
Got riddle in the mix
Or crucifix
But truth conflicts

The starring role
Always narcissism
A faceless soul
Name him aphorism

He will never be forgiven…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s full of propaganda but worth a rental.

The poem is completely inspired by the film (same title of the poem) but everyone will assume it is about YOU.


Gods (poetry n’ prose)

Gods do not make their truths dependent on others

And I don’t get my lessons from my mother

Let’s discuss color

I won’t mention how you killed your brother

Your useless order

Spitting lies where we hear trouble!

I’m organizing rubble

© Delia Ross. 2022 6615 / @poeeternal


God: well what would you like to see?

Me: the Looking Glass 👀

Forewarning. We won.

Stay in the light

The devil’s mad about it

And dragging ‘the end’ out

Dramatic’s

* you manifest your destiny*

Well I’m manifesting a house, a yard, a husband, a baby, a second half, a cherry garden

I can’t even keep my house clean but the dishes are done, there’s leftover salad, and a clean tub for starters

I wanna know how to grow food

I think I might be better at managing my destiny

Cleaning is like not the problem so much as the organization

I need a system and development doesn’t happen overnight 🤨

The Looking Glass

Have faith yah know

Me: *panics*

God: you called

Me: the world is ending 👀

God: rest now

Me: I’ve been resting a year… 👀

I’m possibly nearly ready for the next 50 years of my life, if granted

God: you’re here now

Me: free will

Our choices have consequences

The biggest chess game of them all is the avatar you call LIFE

By the way, are you mad about it?

I’m fighting for my recovery every day

Detoxing. Eating clean.

Pretty soon, God may be the only one with my address

Also, I prefer to be a fly on the wall these days

I’m reading your blogs more but it’s hard for me to open up and communicate because I never sugar coat and interpret art differently

Therefore, fear I’ll be read wrong cuz normally I stir the pot

Denial though. What a shame

That doesn’t get you in the pearly gates

Free your mind

ASCEND

Join the Great Awakening

Do good deeds 🐣


Perfect (freestyle poetry)

If things that excite me connect me to my purpose;
Is your love a circus?
Or why I surface?
Underneath, I’m nervous
Your lines are perfect

© Delia Ross. 2022/2015E (but technically, shouldn’t the year be 6615?. According to the Ethiopian calendar and before the Christians came along and tried to control time and put us all inside this nightmare matrix, the year is 6000 and something)

© Delia Ross. 6615E / @poeeternal

Did I ever tell you?

New shades from the Dollar $1.25 Tree (that’s like a 25% inflation not 7% I think and I suck at math and I’m closer to right than wrong)

You are connected to my purpose

And all my blooms are from the garden you planted and grew

I know you hate love me

The answer to life is, I’m closer to right than wrong… 🤪

I mean, I almost got it right 👀

*hangs upside down*

Helps. Need help moving. For reals.

Also, met a gigantic God-like bug from the dinosaur days a few minutes ago. 🤩

His colors were green and blue 🤩

Or her… probably a her…

You should call her me 🤪

You and God are the only ones I wouldn’t block although I probably do and have blocked God a time or two unknowingly and/or maybe cuz I’m screaming for help/drowning/ am pinching you or some other childish shit.

If you only answered the door… 🤪

I see you keep taking the offering I am leaving at your door

The steps are crumbling where I stumble and/or kick them

The door has a dent…

With drawings to form a smile

You’re still enjoying the homemade biscuits I see…

Probably the only food you get that isn’t poisoned

You suspect it should be

Sometimes hope it is?

Look at this beauty 🤩

Allowed me to get real close. Gonna put some footage on the TikTok. Got some other shots of the side too. Very blue pigment on the eye. It’s eye/ TV monitor was Gigantic and I apologized for putting my lights full on but thanked it for allowing me to film and say hello.

I would have a heart attack if a bug that big landed on me and I need to learn to connect with nature.

I believe animals are sentient creatures and also have life lessons. It’s our duty to be their brother and sister.

Do you get the same pigment blue? The green is pretty too.

Green gets overlooked by the Hollywood devil’s and minions

It’s still out there on my apartment wall…

I’m looking forward to moving where I can have a porch or balcony.

I think the visit from a dinosaur is a sign to relocate – a positive omen or affirmation

I’ve started using a new hashtag: you