If you were to put George and Jesus in the same room together

It would be hard to tell them apart

They both have my heart

If you were to put George and Jesus in the same room together

It would be hard to tell them apart

They both have my heart

Could go either way
Get another day today
Sweating. Don’t stink. Seems like a win today. Thank you, goodbye
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
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

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)

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
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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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
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…
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
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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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
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
Happy as a kite
The words you write
Like succulent cake
What a pair we’d make
Fell down the rabbit hole again
That’s where you’ve been
Like tumbling down the tower
Need you any hour
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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*
I’m barely holding on in breath or words
The spaces where we fell I’m never sure
Apologies are song in flight that carry with the birds
And longing comes on full moon where the clouds they will obscure
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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…
He’s still writing for his muse
Under the full moon
I’m still walking in her shoes
With the cold blues
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Oh hi

Freckles brought to you by the sun (no filter or sunscreen)
Byeeee
Web of secrets
Facetious
In sequence
No thesis
He’s my weakness
Lost allegiance
Sin’s leakage
I’m sleepless
A grievance
Stupid genius
Love Jesus
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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
We are two entangled quantum objects
It’s not complex
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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.”

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?
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?
We are split by space and time
And still our interference shows
Hidden patterns of reality
The fact that you still love me
Our creator watching his creation
You and I equation
Met with ramification
Calm down love acting so graven
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Stop making fun of my green thumb and dirty windows
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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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
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)

People dropping rhyme in comments and I’m feeling jelly
RIP Bob

Maybe 20 years to kill a billionaire
How great of a father are you now, Bob?
DEAD
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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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.

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. 🙂
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’
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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I wish he would bed me / take me down the aisle / then fucking wed me / I wanna get heavy / not fucking buried / I wanna get married
Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

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… 🙂
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…
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 resets
The bath grows cold
He’s no regrets
Said life is love
But mostly debts
Let luck manifold
And you’ll have no sweats
Little gold
Cuz I stole success
And you cannot fold
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I do hail from the deep Deep South
Yep.
The Matrix is broken
The glitch took me to a place I’d never been before
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
Still writing my heart out – despite being completely cast out by the blogging community *bows*
Full unlocked exclusive set on my Onlyfans (where I snuck into Top 39 Thanksgiving. Thank you!!) 🥰
If I become homeless, I don’t wanna become homeless where it floods (perspective)
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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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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…
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

An all original organic human bean 🫘
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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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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

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 😑

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 👀

Daddy said he needed me right away 👀


More coming soon… (and dropping on my OF storyboard n wall)
My Insta story is already getting some action but the hottest and best stuff is over on the OF where I won’t get in the troubles

I feel him mourning
Like thick moss growing on vine
He’s always yearning
The way I twirl around on pine
You got a returning subscriber!
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 woke up to my second supporter! And a lovely message!!! So very grateful, thank you!

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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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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I’m just the wind
Like a ghost
He won’t see
Until the trim and hinges
Break apart
Cuz I am gusting
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

YOUR NUMBER ONEEEE 🤪
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 👀

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 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 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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He called again
Brought out the rain
There’s moss and grain
The soil will sustain
The sign reads: PAVEMENT ENDS
We’ve lost some dividends
We can’t change where light descends
He called on angel – not a friend
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

One guess what happened again. One.
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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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 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 🐣
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?

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?
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