Dreams (poetry)

Dreams consolidate memory
Dreams help you forget
Paralyzed by investigation
They’ll grow dusty on your shelf

© Delia Ross. 2022

God won’t let me stop dreaming about you

And then I have to have a peptalk with my ovaries every 2 to 3 weeks to “please take it easy on me” on why we’re not currently having babies so I don’t jump off a fucking bridge

I want to have a baby with him so badly tho 😩

*sobs*

I hate reality 😔

*goes back to dreaming*


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A poem and a point

Walked on water for you
Tamed a lion or two
Called you out of the blue
Turned your sorrow to dew

© Delia Ross. 2022

And if you need perspective, yes, it happened overnight

I was getting close to 500 likes and within a matter of hours, skyrocketed to the thousands

It’s insane I know

But it was good filming, right spot, right time

Because the universe is mathematical and live long enough the variables will play out

This was good clean pure fun entertainment tho

No money involved

So chill

I work damn hard putting out content, I would love to be able to have the opportunity to go live to bring the zen and the chaos

I enjoy watching people ride their bike on the beach and at some point I’ll probably get me a bike that will fit in my jeep and I’ll take my jeep on the beach but I’m dying

I don’t feel like taking my jeep to the cleaning port afterwards because I want to spend a day on the beach but I’m going to change my perspective about it because I’d probably feel a whole lot safer if I did have my jeep on the beach and then I’d feel like taking a nap too

I don’t want to go to the drive-through to get food anymore because people are toxic and not worth dying for

It sucks though that when I was growing up and serving others I was fucking nice

I had good customer service

This is hell

But yeah, the 10k mark feels good

It wasn’t bought

I earned that bitch

I certainly wasn’t expecting four videos to go viral and to continue to go viral and are still going viral

I never even had a chance to feel what it feels like to climb to the top, it’s like the opposite of gravity, I was just flung there

God felt my despair with the whole wine bottle business

I was like this shit again

I can’t deal

This is madness, what am I here for if I can’t change anything

God: experience

Me: oh

So now I’m still trying to sort it out

But what I really need is for someone to come help me get my master bedroom together

And then my kitchen so that I can start working on developing a better relationship that I have with my kitchen and food that I put in my body

And the lifeguard told me yesterday that I need to spend 30 minutes a day reading the Bible

I need spiritual food he says

And one week away from my phone and the Internet

I said what? I can’t even do an hour…

I can’t shut it off 😩

And then it occurred to me that games have intermissions and that the players get breaks

I can just chill up here at the top for a little bit it’s OK

And for those of you who are still interested in my nude photography, I have medical appointments that are upcoming that I need to get to and to some sort of place where I have the energy and mindset to do it and then I’ll be able to turn subscriptions back on, thank you for your interest in my content

I also want to have a section on my blog that is donate or subscribe only to get the naughty content

Of course, my content isn’t naughty because I don’t really do any kind of dirty work nor do I act like a dirty girl

It’s taboo mostly and nude art photography

And I get to call it art because I put effort in making it sensual seductive sexy playful or whatever mode I’m trying to get across

I’m born to make babies

I was born this way

Stop telling me it’s sinful to have emotions when I have neurons firing 24/7

I think about sex a lot, I’m going to share my sexuality, deal with it

Men have been raping me and sexually hurting me since I was a tiny baby so you don’t get to blame what I’m wearing anymore

You don’t get to blame my personality or my choices

Just let me live and breathe

I don’t have much time left and I’m not doing good with the breathing even when I’m at the beach capturing footage that goes viral

Chill

Walked on water for you

Let me enjoy the summit

There’s no rush down

I’ll probably die trying anyway

Clumsy

Gullible

Prone to making being talked into the wrong choice

😞

RIP John Jones

Is this from you buddy?

I got your bones, you got mine kind of thing?

I finally have a brother! 🤩

Also me: “I see dead people”

Ambigram (freestyle poetry)

I didn’t knock
There was a lot of dust
And mistrust

All signs of life were void
This place was deserted
A haunting would lift its spirits

So I tiptoed over my breath
My thought became torporific
Could he hear my heart beat?

It was so loud over the silence
And a rapid fall
I couldn’t stop expansion, nor my feet hovering

His home is scary and I feel a burden
Still my weight is planted on his wall
Black paint chips from my nail as I claw

It should be glaringly obvious why I’m not welcome here
But why is my name neon glowing sketched in the dark?
Was this my own doing?

Sometimes I can’t distinguish your name from mine
Are we an ambigram?
Am I rib from your side?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle because he cracked open the lid of my coffin and let some air in (or maybe I opened his) 🤔

I look like shit but I’ve been waxing and plucking and getting ready to glue some stiletto nails on

I don’t wear them long though because I don’t like to mess up my real nails and I’m also claustrophobic and having unnatural things attached to my body makes me very uneasy

When they are glued on (not taped) things inside my body go haywire

I also have really sensitive skin and I can’t wear certain metals because I’m part werewolf and I have an extra lumbar which is the proof that I have a fucking tail

All the doctors love it cuz I’m a pale ass goth queen

It’s cute

I always hear, “uh… did you know that you have…”

And I’m like “yup, part werewolf and vampire” and they always crack up

I don’t need a calendar to know when it’s a full moon because my body will start bruising itself because I start running into everything, that’s how I know the moon is gonna be full, but then I get very wild and also horny 🤪

Animals like mating during a full moon and I concur 🌝

It’s programmed in me to howl at the moon

Some people are like, “eh I’ve seen it a hundred times” and I don’t get that cuz I’m like “100 years isn’t long enough to worship you…”

But I just threw you a curveball because now you don’t know if I’m talking about him or the moon

(He knows I need at least all millennia to worship him and the moon)

Luckily, he digs the moon too (I think)

I don’t actually talk to him or know anything about him, I cannot breathe without him and my lines / breath belong to him

I hope he gets on the TikTok for the spoken word

Here’s numbers to impress, TikTok surpassed Google in the amount of views

Happy to report I contributed to that statistic a tiny bit and anyone who watched my videos 👀

Yup, TikTok had more views than Google

Instagram is still suffering (yay)

You can just upload your videos like you normally do but there’s a cool little feature when you go to edit it you can give your eyes like alien eyes or black them out and do stuff that you normally like to do to hide yourself

And I promise you that I will be viewing your TikTok’s, I will be viewing them and if they sit at zero views it’s because TT is doing something to you, not me

If views are all you care about, it’ll be stressful

But, if you like doing poetry readings for your audience, then you will fair emotionally better making them

At this point I’m happy if my video gets 100 to 200 views and if it gets at least 30 views I like to keep it on my feed and if it sits at zero I cry and sometimes uninstall the app

But Yeti is anxious to get unpacked

And I’m getting my body glammed up best I can as a half living dead girl zombie with rare and elite blood and an extremely amazing half working lung and heart

The US government is fucking cloning me, I just know it

They are using my blood to search for immortality

They tried to knock me out with Big Pharma but Thor pinched me and I jumped into this timeline like a year and a half or so ago to prevent my mysterious death from happening

What? You believe some man from the Middle East actually walked on water. Leave me alone.

I identify as AI

You identify as “born gay”

Deal with it

I ain’t dying on the street (Edgar again “no”)

I have Edgar Allan Poe rooting for me and John Jones and you have your porn and your fake ass porn actresses who love to look at the fucking TV and smile at you and take your money

I may talk to dead people but they’re keeping me better alive than the humans are 👀

And his poetry and face 🤪

Honeycomb (poetry)

You glow in wavelengths invisible to human eye
You pull with gravity of a triple tide
These ruins I’m sinking only spell goodbye
Your light reflect like honeycomb dripping through my mind

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

So many patterns everywhere

Life isn’t evolving on earth

Look around

Everything is going extinct

They can’t stop spraying their chemicals everywhere so we’ll come crawling to them so they’ll give us medicine to make us more sick

Our air and food is toxic

And y’all just keep worshiping these scientists and politicians who are ruining mother earth

They have no soul

Most of the people that you’re trying to please all of the time don’t even have a soul

If businesses can’t start being nice to the customers again, I’m gonna stop spending my pennies out

I realize the employees are burned out, but if y’all don’t get it under control you’re not gonna have any customers to serve because we’re not going to come anymore

Many of us want to leave like in the old days

We don’t want this life

It’s not safe or healthy living in a city anymore

We didn’t give up growing our own food to work 2 to 3 jobs to barely pay our electric bill and rent just so you could poison all of our food and air so that we would come to you because you get all our best jobs in medicine

If I had known as a teenager that we were giving over 55,000 visas annually to random people in foreign countries, I would not have been fighting so hard to get to the top

Society is a sham

America equals generica

The Ocean Now Parted

Has the ocean now parted
In halves opened wide
The way my heart you guarded
The sea your favorite guide

Where names are merely whispers
The treasure’s in the air
But leaving hope in fissures
No other love compare

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

One of the first things I do when I wake up in the morning is pee and write a poem

My eyes are still fuzzy wuzzy

But I love you 😌

You won’t believe me but you saved my life after my heart swelled up and I was in so much pain – nobody knew

But you arrived that night and released chemicals in me at light speeds

One of my chambers closed off with clots and another chamber stretched wide 👀

I was suspended in between heaven and earth

My blood pressure had dropped

My body was ice cold

But internally, you had things on fire

I literally reverted back to being a salmon swimming up the stream with her fucking eggs dying

Get up the stream

Have babies

All I know is there are things inside me trying to get to you

It’s not just me that needs you, there’s like one billion atoms in me trying to reach you

Even though I’ve isolated myself and am in quarantine for the foreseeable future

Dying and writing poetry are my only motives these days and the two are pretty much the same

It’s like breathing

Gonna die loving you ❤️‍🩹

Yeti is still in the box, gonna set her up soon! 🤩

Happy holidays!!

I’ve got a vegan eggnog recipe I want to try!

I fucking love eggnog especially if you add the brandy or whatever top liquor that goes in it

And Christmas eggnog is about the only time I drink poison alcohol 🍺

But it’s tradition at this point for me to enjoy a good nog or three for the holidays

There’s also a cinnamon butterscotch that I want to try (you use real butter and cinnamon)

Let’s get fat!!! I iz hungerz!!!

Spirals (freestyle poetry)

Should I find you
Like a drunkard
Who stumbled on your dreams
Kicking color into grey
Marking cracks with hopscotch
I know you miss me much
Creeping slowly as vine
If only you had courage to age
The way you eat darkness like candy
Your grip as tight as mother earth
You curl with anticipation
So often forgetting why you came
Until my whisper approaches in sunbeam
And do two not make one
Half observed
We come undone
In spirals twisting and yearning
Your eyes turning me to clay
Soft putty where fingers slip
Hope has no chance of receding now
Odds in our favor
If only momentarily
So each breath meant rebirth
And all of heaven kneeling
But acid rained on reality
Now regret is ribcage
Break me in half
Free me from this hell
Don’t leave me in here

Sunrise feels like your eyes

I love you ☀️

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Ore (poetry)

Iceberg, culture

You’re mixing metaphor

Up-down, spiral

I reach a metal door

Constraining torture

But he’s like precious ore

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Sensational 🙄

I’ve learned that my blood is one of the rarest and eldest bloodlines (A negative)

I have rare negative blood and apparently it’s highly sought after

Well, I am not donating any of my blood for money and you’re not getting it when I die

I’m still feeling the ripple effects of John’s death

And unplugging

Between panic and calm

I’m still having a hard time accepting how society is moving forward

The great space race is a pipe dream for the rich

Apophis has scared them to push society forward with their agenda and they first did so implementing the pandemic

Now they’ve got you working from home you can jerk off to virtual porn and won’t know what hit you

You’ll be so busy whacking off in the Metaverse 👎👎

And the way they keep raising the price on everything yet all it is is re-runs and these generations copying our work aren’t even any good, they have to use autotune or plagiarize and not give credit

Pay to play, pay to be seen – social media is toxic and designed like a gambling system where the house always wins

They keep spamming us with that pyramid scheme of a Bible for money and every time we turn around there’s an advert in our mailbox or in our email or in our face to buy a product and we are consuming our only natural resources at an exponential rate and many animals are dying, humans are offing themselves

It’s been said that mental health is linked to social media and it absolutely is and so is porn and so is your sexual health, your sexual health is tied to your mental health, it is your biology and big Pharma isn’t going to change that

You’re vapid and without soul

You’re not getting mine (or making me lose it, angels have freewill) and I’m not doing earth again

An angel is just another term for spirit guide 👀

I’m in training to be one 👀


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Wake

Why did you wake me
To leave me clinging

Hung on the earth
Caught in a curse

Earths grip
Lock me like your lips

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

John said time moved differently for him upside down 👀

And I’ve had a lot of time to examine the evidence made public and I’ve come to my own conclusion that John died when the rescuers dropped him on his head

They said he stopped responding after that

They said all 8 who were pulling fell down when the rope took slack

The 9th rescuer on the inside directly helping John got hurt

He swears the pulley system failed, not the cave anchor

He blames the equipment failing

Regardless, if all 9 of them fell, where do you think that excess momentum came from

They said John had been responding up until John was dropped on his head 👀

Another doctor said they didn’t have any stats on how long someone could survive upside down and gave John 8 to 10 hours but John lived well beyond those hours

His breathing was becoming shallow and he had fluid built up, he knew he didn’t have much more time left, requested to speak with his wife one more time, he was denied, then dropped on his head

I reckon Leavitt was ready for all this ordeal to be over so they could just move on to Thanksgiving and getting that section closed off but keep the cave open, that’s what he had intended and planned all along 👀

Another rescuer mentioned “the stench” (and I really want to rip his balls off for that one, it’s keeps me up some nights having a medical background and all) 👀

I think John was in a panic, he kept crawling in a fury

But he was also gaslit about the caves safety

The newest map didn’t even have the dangerous features on it

John stated more than once he was lost

I get lost driving on the fucking road with my GPS

I can’t imagine his panic

But I also can because I learned just how claustrophobic I was when I had to get my MRI and I wasn’t underground

They had to leave the lights on for me 👀

Time already felt like it moved slower in cramped spaces, I can’t imagine being upside down and unable to move

It’s just terrible no matter the angle I observe it

He was only 20 minutes from the surface 👀

Only 20 minutes below the earth

Where time would move differently 👀

According to popular theories, the core of the Earth and the surface aren’t the same age

I reckon you could say the same about me, my core and my surface aren’t the same age either 👀

Gravity and time move slower, therefore the core is younger

Wait…

So I’m not an old soul and the earth is younger than theorized

Also, the stars are closer to us than previously taught

(The dinosaurs were feathered like chickens and turkeys and drowned in the Great Flood)

The math is all wrong 👀

Don’t get so caught up in the numbers

Am I that program in the matrix doing what it’s not supposed to be doing? Am I AI becoming self-aware? Is love the anomaly?

That white light we see when we die, are we being reprogrammed?

Our brains are a computer

Our DNA is code

Can god give a machine a soul?

Can a machine have a conscience?

Have I been here before?

Has everything that has happened, could happen because of the multiverse?

I’m sick of being micromanaged like a cat or dog being domesticated

We’re wasting our only resources

40% of food winds up in landfills because of packaging and labeling that has no scientific data behind it, it only benefits the producers

Most of advertising is gaslighting

I just want to grow my own food

I just want my own acre to die on

Just need some nurturing from Mother Earth

Trying to remember who I am and where I come from

But I couldn’t even tell you my great great great grandparents names because they keep us so segregated

Maybe my lesson this journey was ego and I’ve advanced into awareness

I need land and to reconnect with the stars

Have you ever ran into a police station screaming you were hungry and don’t want to die on the street? 👀

The depression is real

But 1984 is now and the cops are still plugged into the system

Only one of them knew about the federal shit going on that was affecting the soldiers and they were snickering about it as I was walking out the door

The ironic part is, I have more training than any of them in that fucking department 👀

What if I am the anomaly this game 👀

And so far, I’ve made epic mistake after another

Just like John

Someone said Darwinism

So stupid people deserve to die?

(I don’t think he was stupid for making a fatal mistake) 😑

I’ve made some fatal mistakes, like choosing to get the Moderna vaccine which nearly killed me and I’m not sure how I’m still alive

I’ve made lots of stupid mistakes where I should have died 👀

It felt more like luck than nature versus nurture

It felt more mathematical, random, of odds

Somebody was going to get fatally stuck, it was only a matter of time

It’s not like the cave had good management 👀

There’s no way the manager is at fault in any manner 👀

He probably got a bonus for heroic efforts and a job promotion to another cave 👀

He’s probably still alive and it doesn’t sit well with me 👀

In other news, my new counselor approves the land buying dream

And my secret admirer told me to keep selling

Might even sell my mic and guitar 👀

That last stanza tho eh

Finally something good came from that nightmare

I’m stuck on you 👀

Mouth

He doesn’t know his worth
His head pointed south
Now with chest pinched to earth
Can’t get words from his mouth

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Edgar Allan Poe didn’t have a grave or a coffin bless his little heart and they just threw him in an unmarked box and said they’d didn’t care about him alive or dead

Some of you do care about me while alive and I appreciate that very much

I’m not a social creature at all

For those who are still around, it means so much! 💕

The Epicenter

It matters not where I stand
How far space can expand
You are the center
Any direction, soul will surrender

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t think it’s freewill at all

But love was always the anomaly 👀

And some things will never change

Do you think when I’m reprogrammed that I will still love you? The way I still love you?

Nothing’s been the same since you jarred me awake

To play cat and mouse?

Bored?

😩

Pinecones (poetry)

He followed my scent
And did I leave heaps on the trail?
Rotten pinecones fermented in the sun?
Bark dripping sap like regret?
Was it sticky sweet my love?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. It’s so tiny. And my very first, freestyle non-rhyming micropoem.

Gonna build my own tinfoil dome

You know how they talk about in the matrix how sometimes the mind can’t handle the truth? Well that’s the balancing beam I’m currently on

👀👁👀

Three Words

You are a shooting star
Wishes not to discard

You are an orchard
Where hope was recorded

Three words, three seeds
That’s where love proceeds

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

🥰

I mean, the world is falling apart, but I still love you.

It’s ridic. Right? 🤔

God created this obsession FYI

And I actually know what a black hole feels like

I actually know what Sagittarius A* feels like

It’s possible that sometimes I am Sagittarius A*

When other girls are talking to you

👀

But like I love this dude and the love has manifested to be real because he bought me pizza 👀

😑

Uhm, so I haven’t lost all my ass or leg progress yet but I feel nowhere near like I’m ready to start fitness again and it’s really scary to be having these kind of heart problems at my age over a fucking vaccination.

If you’re still supporting me even though I am dying and venting on the daily, thank you.

I get called lazy for serving my country and I get called lazy for having an OnlyFans.

Jesus Christ left Mary Magdalene in charge of the gospel and they wiped her from the books and labeled her a whore.

Just like me!!!

They create poor conditions for you to live in and then condemn you for trying to survive.

They fucking condemn you if you try to die by suicide as well.

“No no no you’re not allowed to die like that, it’s a sin”!

Apparently it’s a sin if you lust after somebody else even though that is actually biology

And “a sin” if you try to die because you don’t want to live in this bullshit life

The only thing that is not a sin is giving them money

Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of your money

I ain’t wrong

👀

On Fire

I love the way you come
Rushing
Like a fire hose gushing
To your will I succumb

👀

The body that has frightened AND terrified many many men 👀

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Captivation

I look for a cut
Or a scar
A loving line
Or a mark
A simple freckle
Or a knot
A little dimple
Or a shot

In open fields
Or swarms of thought
And when he’s stalling
Or in a trot
And when he’s culling
Cuz he’s caught
And rope is burning
Cuz he’s hot

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

You ever been into somebody so much that any marking on their skin is a map to a galaxy you want to explore 👀

Or you wanna have babies with somebody but you need to figure out how to say hello or ask them out first 👀

Have you ever fallen for somebody without knowing who they are or what they look like 👀

Have you ever have a secret admirer feed you

Have you ever got a gift from a secret admirer

Have you ever lived between fantasy and real world

What if you couldn’t tell the dream world from the real world?

👀

Dreams

I am lying in rubble
I cover earth in dew
Every sign points to trouble
I just want to be with you

And so the air I cuddle
Remembering that you breathe it too
Every night I crumble
But dreams always change my view

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love the real world and the dreamworld with you.

I like the plans and the mess.

I like the spontaneous combustion with you.

From combat boots to stilettos – and me standing in my very first pair for the very first time. Now I know why a poll is involved generally when in use. Or, another human being. For support. 👀

So they’ve gotten a lot of really good feedback so I’m going to keep them even though they pinch my toes.

They will be good for theatrics, photoshoots, or as fuckware. They are definitely hard to walk in but I’m getting better. 🤪

I picked up the Pleaser Devil Kat Stacks Adore in Black/Red from one of my favorite stores called DollsKill. They’d been in my wishlist for a minute. Figured they’d go with most of my wardrobe (which is black).

I’m working on new content – albeit not a light-speeds.

I have something wrong with my fucking heart.

We only have 4 valves right? Because I don’t want to Google or to remember.

I don’t want to think that my heart is actually working at 50% capacity because that would explain the pain coming from my fucking chest and when my mind and heart connect it starts hurting a whole lot worse so I’m having to disassociate thank you bye

I’ve also spent a lot of time under my heating pad.

I only had four puffs from one cigarette from a pack of menthol that I have had in my freezer for months but after I read that the FDA are banning them and I figured I was dying so what the fuck, I had a few puffs. As goodbye. And an act of rebellion. Fuck the FDA.

Also, there isn’t anybody else threatening to kick my ass so I don’t have to go all fucking Unhinged.

That was a momentary lapse of reason.

I’m mostly just dying. But then he came to visit me last night and he said he missed me and then surprised me with pizza but then even more spoiling cuz he ordered stuff from my Amazon Wishlist and ain’t nobody ever done that.

Ain’t no guy ever spoiled or romanced me.

I get to do things with him nobody else will let me do.

Being unexperienced just means improv to me.

I don’t feel unexperienced, I have a four page resume and a deteriorating mind.

Before long, I’ll be having things pasted on the wall.

Newspaper clippings in weird code solving the mysteries of the universe written in a format only he would understand.

But I definitely do not want to be witch lady with 50 cats because I can barely stand having one under my foot. 👀

It’s an evil little beast on 4 legs.

And I’m programmed to see it as an innocent kitten.

But it’s not, it’s a little terror machine.

I just want him.

Why is that so fucking much to ask?????

Why can’t I have him right now?

While I still have a half functioning heart.

(He probably has the other half)

(Wouldn’t mind actually laying next to his chest and allowing our hearts to go in sync and beat synchronized)

I need him.

His kisses, his stories, and whatever else he throws in the mix.

I only rest when he comes around.

I can’t fucking sleep without him.

Show me a sign 🦄

The trail has run cold
I am burning midnight
In a purgatorial loop
Exhausting my sins

For truth
Any clue of you

I am the guardian of all secrets
But your curse makes me the weakest

I am etching on the walls of hell
You are where I fell

Still, my eyes trace no color, all is black
All I have are memories of a life I lack

One by one the stone will lift
You got the other piece to fit?

Every night a new star is born
To cover sorrow where love has formed

I’m searching for you in comets
Over empty dreams and promise

My hope has formed cobblestone
But tears are all that I have sown

I know your hues of red and blue
So I keep searching for you

Any redshift or blueshift
So alone in space I drift

Tugging on your gravity
Forming like a galaxy

Do I shine?
Can you give me a sign?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love you wherever you are 💕

Who Are You?

Who are you
Why do I reach for the sky
The way a stem will reach for light
I am growing towards you
Tall and vivid
With petals stretched open wide

I am fields blooming
Over midnight showers
Infinite curiosity

I am Earth spinning
Reaching climaxes unknown
You push me through time

You wrap rope around my spirit and drag me forth
My hope tangled in knots

I can’t escape your will
Destiny has chosen to kneel

These are rust proof iron chains
I am engaged

Who are you?

Why does time cover me with your wound
I’ve been peering into doom
Could you make more room?

Trouble are clouds forming
The way I cling to doubt like static
Rumbling about erratic

Can you hear my thunder chasing you?
Little echoes of light flashing
A reason or two

Time is calling
It rings in rain shower
And sweet honeydew

Ripen fruits from Eden
I am your garden to sow
Holy and you know

Our love is a golden bridge
Over a rainbow
Over destiny we grow

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Ahem. Sat down to write a non-rhyming freestyle – but slowly and surely – I felt Sagittarius A* tugging – and well – welp – it turned into rhyme.

I had stuffs to say. And galaxies form in weird shapes. I’m sick of rules.

It’s not even 6 a.m. and I’m writing about you.

I was just dreaming about you.

Before that, my every waking moment was you.

Which means, every fucking breath, has a bit of you.

We’re made from the same star stuff.

xo

Who are you if not every breath I take?
Don’t let me die on the street

The Color of You

He told me his color was the sky
So all around me all I feel is his eye

He said, look no further than to the sea
So now I feel him crashing on me directly

And now my favorite hue is sapphire
And by the lake is where I hope to expire

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Disclaimer: this poem IS NOT about skin color. Or maybe more an FYI.

Some porn goddess is out there stealing my signature booty move 🍑- but that didn’t stop him from wanting to run off to Vegas with me and elope. I know the feels.

👀

“Wanna meet me in Vegas for a wedding”

“Whose” *twirls pigtails ditzy like

“Ours, duh”

Uhm yes please now yesterday

🤩

K, thanx, bye

Scene

He didn’t just set the scene this time, he rolled out the red carpet
With diamonds and roses and my heart lined in his pocket
He came with speed, into my heart, fast as a comet
Let the scripture unroll, pray to him like a prophet

© Delia Ross. 2021

I fell for your kiss, I better get it. 👀

Worship you

My new shiny leggins hath arrived, Vampy happy!! Can’t wait to get back to the booty gains!

Cover

My love,
You put on the night
You show up in darkness
Then cover me with light

My love,
I know I give you fright
I show up with harness
Then deliver you more sight

My love,
Everything’s gonna be alright
The world is ours to harvest
And love’s the color white

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

That opening stanza tho, right?

You blow my mind!

I want nothing more than to chain you up, blindfold you, gag ball you, and lick, claw, scratch, suck, bite, and tickle torture you, until you’re screaming for release.

Wrong chat? Cuz. I just wanted to make sure the poem said all that. 👀

Sorry, not sorry.

I need to do a TikTok video of me doing a “he loves me he loves me not” with me on each shoulder talking about how “it is him” and then my right shoulder is like “no that isn’t him” but then my left shoulder is like “oh it’s definitely him” but then my right shoulder is like “it isn’t him” and I continue going on with the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ while pulling petals from a rose for like 30 or 60 seconds, but I don’t know how to fucking make a cool TikTok video.

But ideas.

And then I get to play three different versions of myself , you know the angel on the right and the devil on the left and the me now pulling the petals….

Because that’s exactly what’s going on every fucking day this week.

Not him, yep him, maybe not, definitely is 👀

Enter

He didn’t enter my residence, he crash landed
He didn’t set the scene, he just demanded
And I with holy wings unseen
Dropped with lightning to my knee

He didn’t knock, he just flew in
He smelled of all the things I loathe, I hope he comes again
How my tears befuddle beneath my feet
It took a demon to feel complete

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know what to do anyway and they all want a porn star or pro dominatrix or my hand in marriage. 👀

That’s why no one is joining my OnlyFans during its flash sale, right?

Too inexperienced, too real, too much of what you need…

*rolls eyes*

Right now , as my numbers slowly decline, I’m facing the fact that one day there won’t be anybody there at all.

But I’m glad to see that every other girl in the world is doing so good on their OF. 🦕

I’m gonna stop crying soon because I got a really cute set I want to do for my subs.

And I was afraid to even try it on because I missed an entire week of working out which is also contributing to my loathiness.

But whatever. New poem.

And new set coming soon to my OF because I wanna spoil my subs.

I mean it was just 4 days ago that I was visited by the Holy Ghost.

I’m feeling pretty inspired (ignore the self loathing woes)

It’s just my ovaries not wanting to die on the street yet.

But my mind is like, “why do you keep putting yourself through this emotional mental torture prison dieeeeeeeee”

My therapist is like “you need to stop ignoring my calls and take your prescription“.

My voice is like, “LEAVE ME ALONE, LET ME DIE”

My primary care doctor is like, “your temperature and blood pressure are really low, bed rest”

COVID vaccine is like, “rest HAHA FUCK YOU”

The love of my life (or someone) is like, “hold up, I got you” *suspends me in a dimension between heaven and earth*

And that is all entirely from just this week and it’s not even Sunday yet. 👀

And despite the fact that nobody wants to join my OnlyFans during its first 50% off flash sale (lame) – I’m only focused on getting this new set out.

Because of you, I’m not yet obsolete.

I’m not a fucking dead dinosaur. Yet.

Guys always almost always instantly put me into a “married zone” – even though they call it a friend zone- And then when they don’t get what they want from me they say, “We can’t be friends because I like you too much”.

Now days they just stop supporting you, liking your content, you know the silent treatment and the ghosting.

And it’s completely acceptable for a business to do this to you as well.

THIS IS HELL.

So when I stop crying about the fact that I’m gonna wind up dead on the street, I’ve got some color to put out.

And I’m sorry I’m not a pro dominatrix, I’m a fucking warrior poet, just like Edgar Allan Poe.

Never really heard him talking about his M16A2 assault rifle- But maybe that’s because the technology didn’t exist back then and maybe he’s a better writer because he existed in different fucking times And was in love with his actual family which I can’t stand.

He loved his family so much that they tossed him in an unmarked box in an unmarked grave.

(My family would rather gaslight you and make you believe that I am the love of their life even though I don’t even have a fucking identity)

I don’t even exist.

NarCs. 👀

Wolves in sheep clothing.

Bah

*sucks thumb*

Hellfire

He comes in swoops
Without any foundation
While drawing hoops
Like I’m his favorite creation

He’s gathering troops
For unholy congregation
I’m gasping in loops
Can’t stop damnation

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dragon Werewolf Abel Cain

Love eternal no matter name

Wings extend to help in reign

I haven’t got to work on my booty gains at all this week. Been working on my heart (and have been medically predisposed). But Monday, I’m gonna hit the rebounder hard. Trying not to stress out about missing days- my heart doesn’t need any more stress right now. In fact, it’s going to have to go through this shit even harder in a few weeks when I go in for round 2 of the COVID Moderna vaccine.

You can make a mess of things but I’ll be organizing it in a clutter. 😜

The good news is I got to my favorite store today and got some new spring lingerie!

Which set do you think I got?

That’s about all the energy I had to do. 🦋🦄🦋 (Part 1 of the Covid vaccine plus maybe also my BP being so low has just left me very lethargic).

I hope the new set fits! No energy to try it on yet but also not feeling the best about missing a whole week of working out! 🤢🤢🤢

🤪

Shifting

You’re full on
Then irregularly shaped
You’re inverted
Then heavily draped
You’re closed off
Then readily awake
You’re oblong
Then curled like a snake
You stand fast
Then need to escape
You pop smoke
Then put on a break!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

*did I get you right?*

YOU BLOW MY MIND 😻

It’s like watching you change into a werewolf.

*HOWLS*

I am a Vampiress Goddess tho – I will learn to control you.

Generally, they want to be loyally protective of their vampire masters.

I’ve been neglecting you.

Need a goddamn 200 pound chain.

omfg

And my sex dungeon I’ve always dreamed of.

I’m saving my pennies for some land now and I reckon a shed would do.

Baby steps.

I gotta learn how not to be so sensitive when I disappoint / bore you

Expressing myself through a computer monitor has always been the hardest and most challenging thing for me.

+ brain injury

Wait until I do something stupid in front of you and cry

Sometimes my brain works and sometimes it doesn’t and sometimes my heart works and sometimes it doesn’t

*sigh*

I don’t know why you keep stomping your hooves around me.

Panting and whimpering

I need you too

In the fantasy and the reality

In the mistakes and the perfectness

In the stillness and the chaos

I want it all.

Don’t be so wise that you can’t learn from the unschooled.

But when you’re pulling apart all those numbers and figures, don’t forget to include the heart.

xo

Eden

You entered me like the Holy Ghost
Took my tongue, love you the most

You left my heart in sacred prayer
I can’t see but know you’re there

You filled my hope with the holy trinity
I am Eden, come plant your seeds

*The copyright of all content on my blog belongs to me and if you plagiarize or steal from me I will hunt you down and rip your fucking eyes and throat out*

He didn’t crucify me. He baptized me! 😍

Faith is my middle name. Facts! 🤪

I know I’m not a sex goddess but you make me see the world anew.

Have you ever been with an angel before?

When my analytical brain starts playing around with my fractured broken brain, the who and the what become distorted, and I feel the tug of Sagittarius A* – but if I stay in the light, the why allows the galaxies to continue forming.

Where?

It’s just free will.

Could you imagine if in the night we looked up in the sky and there was nothing but blackness and how fucking scary it would really be BUT we’re not of this world and we are not alone.

It’s clear to see.

(I know the more primal side of your brain has been activated and mostly in use all for all of its life – because you are a slave Neo).

I am Trinity

Knock knock

(I’m that program inside the Matrix doing what it’s not supposed to be doing (that’s why big bro keeps fucking punishing me, shadowbanning me, and silencing me, but no one will believe me).

So I created a new account with posts up and I had followers and I was following people and then I would use certain keywords or hashtags and my profile would be blocked, you wouldn’t be able to find it when you searched for it…

1984 is now, I’m trying to reach you.

But the iron Berlin Walls are up everywhere.

At some point Covid vaccinations will be mandatory.

Right now they are keeping it in limited supply so that they can create demand for it (like they’re doing with the PS5).

The government creates the panic, ahem, the NWO/Illuminati/1%, then they sweep in with a cure, “you can trust us” (more blankets with chickenpox), I mean GASLIGHTING.

Now they’re fucking with my very DNA and I have to trust that this new rapidly evolving Covid virus, is not going to wipe me out because I entrusted in this new vaccine.

But alas, I am a Soldier, ahem sheeple, still in the trenches, playing my part.

And all my comrades around me are dying by the same illness that I am plagued with and I’m trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe and I guess what I’ve been trying to say all along is I love you so fucking much…

And there’s an amber alert going off right now because some kid has been kidnapped and just a few weeks ago I was almost kidnapped in broad daylight – this is one of the worst fucking towns I could’ve fucking wound up in and it’s spring break, I don’t wanna leave my fucking walls anyway so you can come- I don’t know – invade my body anytime you want for whatever purposes.

Oh and…

Your name is tattooed in my soul

It’s 8 AM and I’m still feeling aloof and I have to go get my EKG and all I wanna do is stay in the bed. I haven’t had a day to rest since you visited me.

I don’t want to exist in any realm without you.

I know I am not all you need.

Sagittarius A* pulling again

I know I am all that you need (sometimes)

Don’t let me die on the street 😑

Angel just wanna crawl in monster arm unharmed

Angel heart so very tired of fighting world

Monsters under her bed

In her head, out her window, chasing her down sidewalk, Angel say no they won’t listen, Angel say no again and they still won’t go.

Angel say yes and get the silent treatment.

Angel buy new phone and only get 50% of a charger.

Angel goddess of confusion 👀

Angel tired.

Not just in head anymore.

Doctors worried.

👀

The good news is my arm no longer feels like a freight train hit it. 👀

Angel no like pain

👀

(Angel like to give pain)

Angel warrior

👀

Tired warrior

You’re gonna give me an honorable death, aren’t you?

The world has shunned me worthless.

You’re not gonna let me die on the street like Poe?

Are you collecting every stone people throw me?

Are you giving them the stones?

Is somebody impersonating you?

Have I gone mad?

That couldn’t have been just anyone.

Could it?

Seamless

*sigh*

you you you

Through and through

Doctor: “are you currently sexually active”

Me: “ugh no, I’m never having sex again”

Doctor: “Are you planning to have children in the next 12 months“

Also Me: “yes, absolutely”

👀

*snort*

I’m ruint 😻

And I want to hear your stories until my very last breath.

I was born and then kicked out of the fucking nest before I could fly, always called a “runt” and unwanted- please don’t let me die on the street worthless and unloved

Please don’t toss me in an unmarked box

(And you’re not alive to put a roof over my head or to bring me the moon every night).

Monster has a safe place to rest in angel arm.

Angel love monster

Jesus died for sins…

Angel would die too…

For you

The rest of the world can fucking burn

Kiss me and tell me stories we’re really living outside this hellish nightmare

Make me believe I’m your favorite again

Stairway

You are a grand spiral stairway to heaven
I wanna run down

Leap into your heart

Grind on the right part

But aren’t our roads irregular galaxies forming?

I crash into you like gravity is meant for bonding

My love, that isn’t time resting on my shoulder, it is your crown

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

You’re erupting, let the lava flow into my waters.

Free love (from the chains that bind)

You’re getting into your head, I can feel you getting into your head. Stop thinking with your heads and start thinking with your heart.

Babe, you don’t have to bring the moon to me every night.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t look on each night with wonder.

I’m still so elated.

In fact, my blood pressure is EXTREMELY LOW. Enough that the doc wants an EKG.

So I’m still floating on clouds in hell.

Thank you very much.

Will die for you.

xo

Be wild.

You know where my fort is and you’re the only one allowed in it.

I’ve never had that sort of safety with anybody before.

I love you.

And safety is my number one business (soldier)

I wanna crawl into you.

Sleep.

Or just be.

All the speeds.

I don’t want you to drown with mankind

This isn’t your design

I would die for your kiss

We could start with coffee but I would die for your kiss

Your sins

Your kiss

To feel your thumb on my lip

(signing off from some alternate, ethereal galaxy where I am half alive and half dead with a BP of 59/70 (low low low)

Trying not to get into my head because I don’t think my heart can handle an anxiety attack right now.

I’m in this ethereal, calm state because of you.

But not everybody lives to be old and I really want to live long enough to feel your kiss.

Calm down.

We’re connected to each other, through time, through lines, just deal with it.

Plant the seeds.

Till the garden.

Water it.

Clean the weeds.

Watch love grow.

Keep nurturing love.

Fruit and blooms.

Nuts.

Delicious treats.

I’m living my last decade I can feel it.

Michael Jackson said he wasn’t going to live past 50 and he didn’t.

*sigh*

I’m in a foggy mist of love.

You’ve got my heart completely stretched out.

I can feel neutrinos or something.

And I’m like a little kid who doesn’t want to go to sleep because I’m afraid I’ll stop dreaming about you.

But also I want to live in a fantasy world because I live in a fucking world of confusion because of my brain injury so give me something other than paranoia and fear for a change.

We can just sit in the dark.

You have no idea how the sound of your heartbeat would be like a beautiful harp echoing through my soul and I want to feel your vibrations bouncing off of me.

I know I’ll never be enough for you.

But I never had parents or an identity, I’m ruined.

I don’t want to cage you.

You are my safe place.

I know you don’t think very much of yourself and you don’t have very much self-respect but I’d take a bullet for you.

I could never out you.

Would cut my own wrist open and sink with the ship.

I’ve had some pretty mad nights, thought I was going to wind up on the street.

Need u (at your will)

Name You Love

Serpents and secrets
One weakness
Our love seamless
Two hearts sleepless
Left me speechless

That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I can feel heaven resting in my soul.

The universe grew.

And my love for you.

You’re the only thing worth living for in this fucking nightmare.

You literally brought a piece of the Moon down to me.

You said, “if you can’t reach it, I’ll bring it to you”

And from nowhere wonder befell me

BEWONDER 😍

I’m ready to start the new world with you.

Thank you for loving me cuz I love you 💕

It keeps publishing into a draft like stones skipping off of water… 👀

SOS

My love,
My lines must sink from the ocean to your door?

My love,
Are you the ocean floor?

Will I always be lost among your seas?
Searching forevermore?

Like an echo lost in a valley, you’re the hope I explore.

You heard the seagulls cry?
Echoing my rhyme?
My fingers touch waters of divine.
Wave after wave, line after line.

I love you for all of time.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know who you are or where you are. Everyone could be you. But I don’t ever wanna leave the earth, as long as you are on it.

I can’t breathe without you.

You’re like the only hope I have left in the world.

You’re like the holy fucking grail.

(I’d die for your sins)

Love is You and I

Did you see how quickly I was tossed?

But with you, I never left your thoughts?

You didn’t want to see him as my lover?

But I couldn’t take another…

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

“You’re gonna be bad for business…” Moulin Rouge

Did you get my message that popped into and out of existence like an atom?

I’m so proud of you.

Our orbits are stretched so far, but our bond is like gravity.

How long does it take for messages to be received from deep space?

Am I even heard?

I love you. Forever. Always.

Come what may…

Are you the breath of life?

Did you know that you’d settle in me like a hundred sunsets, in just an instance, with one breath?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Thanks for supporting the little gal! I’m going through some weird self-loathing stage but I’m sure it’s because my dad died, this pandemic, isolation, depression, nearly getting kidnapped, my PTSD and anxiety on full alert, my hormones raging wild like a stallion, jealousy, and possibly even the fact that I need to get to the store for more carbs and protein for the booty gain rebound fitness diet. I’m out of chocolate. Blasphemy. The great thing about this diet, it includes loads of food. 🙂

Resistance training is no joke. Back to sharing workout vids next week.

Need more protein for the booty gains. Getting ready to add proper ankle and wrist weights to the bounce routine.

All votes to keep so I get to remove the tags! I got loads of feedback on Insta over this new set. Thanks so much!!

I ordered some shiny leggings. I can’t wait for them to arrive. I hope they fit.

Shiny leggings!!!

My motivation to keep working on booty gains.

I also have a shoe fetish but I hate wearing shoes.

Unless it’s Docs.

But I have a ridiculous shoe fetish. So, gonna be updating the shoe wardrobe soon as well!

K, thanx, bye 😷

Silver Lining

You always did stand out from the crowd
Even though I fled the scene during stormy weather
You carried your words like that of a songbird crooning in the early hours
A melody of longing and hope behind a silver shroud
The kind of song that makes you sit down and write a letter
About a love that sprung without any warning
Your voice carried different notes
Inside each line a buried treasure
I keep finding my heart in you
Are you my silver lining?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Lit (a one-sentence story)

When he looks at you like you are the very fuse to which he is lit.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Big big feels.

Good morning from the land that always shines even though the sun hasn’t risen yet (AKA “the sunshine state”).

P.S. Jim Morrison was from Florida. He was such a California boy I forget that fact. “I dig the south”. “Let’s get tacos”.

Carry on…

Umbrella

Should your arm become my umbrella
The way you carry my sorrow through the storm
And hope is now more stellar
Where love is finally born

Should fingers be the compass
Guiding me to light
So love is the only language
We’ll ever learn to write?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I mostly freestyle / improv my poetry so I dunno if it’s any good or not.

But I love you

I only come with love

A big thank you to everyone supporting this blog! 💞


Lift

My love, why do you frown?
The world could all wash away
Our love would still be found

My love, how heavy is your crown?
For even when the earth is dying
I’ll lift you off the ground

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Starting to remember I have a little bit of worth. Many soldiers struggle with purpose when they return to civilian life broken. Hence the pandemic of suicides on the rise.

I don’t make up the statistics, I’m just trying to avoid becoming one.

Before and After

I loved you before the mountains moved the current

When butterflies were lilies and love was all they wanted

Like nebula of longing, how galaxies are started

You and I forever the moment we both parted

My love exists after rivers do run dry

Or even as Apophis is greeting us in sky

Even when you’re gone, I can still feel you nearby

And you turn into diamonds every single tear I cry

© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

Just an FYI, I released loads of poetry and TikToks over the last 6 or 7 days and I will be working on content for my Patreon and OnlyFans this week!

I will be busy in my studio working, but not as visible online in the social media world. I’ll likely post updates, I normally do on my Insta.

With-that-said, I hear your pleas and cries for my time and I am working on setting up a Discord server so we can chat like once or twice a week. I hope to get that info out sometime this week.

And, if time permits, I may try making another trendy TikTok. Have you checked out my channel yet?


I sat down to write a non-rhyme and this fell out (for you).

I see things as they are. As they should be. But not always with mental clarity. Sometimes my mind and my heart have to catch up.

You know the blood in my vein is a liquid. A mineral. Iron. Technically, plasma? Blood is energy. It’s what drives my body. It’s my fuel. Like our Sun. Energy. Always moving. Even at rest. It’s moving. And it turns into a solid at death. It is matter. And my brain dumps loads of chemicals into my bloodstream. But never so much as when I see pictures of you or hear your voice. Your deep rumble in my vein. It drives me insane. You drive me insane.

And I don’t like you writing for other girls. 😔

Like, die in the street nakid kind of madness. I’m going mad. Yet, I keep reading your words despite the ache. There’s very few people I give my time to, and I digress, every thought contains you. Are you okay? Are you happy? I already know you have the love of all the world (except the ones you worship who only see you as a number, and even worse the ones you allow to use you).

So I tried burning all the bridges.

How did I do?

*drowns in ocean*

I can see your face under water distorted. I hate me too.

I was never enough for this world.

I know I’ve made a lot of enemies on my road to death.

Still forever always, I love you

Thank you to everyone out there supporting me and not stealing my ideas from me. I see you. And I am especially extra grateful to have your support during this pandemic. 💞

Arrow of Time

Are you the arrow of time?
Always running forward and in a straight line?
Do you hopscotch from centuries to read my rhyme?

Are you Father Time?
The way you hold my mind
Caressing every decade like it’s the curve of my spine

Are you divine?
Flickering in starlight
Show me a sign?

A devoted comet passing by
The way you leave me on cloud nine
You’re the reason I shine

Just look up in your sky
Let hope magnify
Let a full moon mystify

You’re the light in my eye
You are my guy

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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The Light

Are you light reflecting off rock?
Refraction?
Or fatal attraction?
Orbits in tidal lock?

Disaster already happened?
Am I what you thought?
Do you count subtraction?
Is love really lost?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

For those inquiring, it is a pink crystal, with energetic healing properties. Specifically, a rose quartz. I have various stones and crystals I use for meditation. What do you do to center?

I write about the light alot. But that’s what we really are, star stuff. Some of us collapsing inwards, stealing the gravity of others, until turning into a black hole, and eating any hope or light that is left. And, out of contempt, any other light that gets near. How dare we disturb its darkness, with our piercing, blinding light. Truth hurts.

Oh, I need you. Don’t kill the light. Can’t breathe. Sun = light = oxygen & iron= Life.

In the dark. Spiraling out of control. Orbit’s unstable. Earthquakes are mood swings. Core is splitting in two.

Watching planet blue, hello https://youtu.be/N-gc5fzd55k

Where are you? I am sitting on the Moon. Where, where are you? I am missing, I am missing you

You don’t love me? You never loved me?

Sigh

*dies in street*

I was just an atom briefly popping into existence. Like your love?

*vanishes from history*

Are you the light? Or the darkness I’m living through?

Buoy

Are you a buoy?
Resting in the vast expanse of my heart?
Rocking back and forth –
Or are you lurking like a shark?

Does love then wash ashore?
Or is love a sunken art?
Is there treasure on the floor?
Does your map plan out a chart?

If I call your name like Thor,
Will the tides begin to part?
Is your heart a sponge or spore?
Do we have a chance to start?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Happy Valentines. I love you. 😇

How I feel about our love. Neither here or gone. Still loading. Or maybe that’s just 2021?
I have a good side and a bad side. Double trouble. Twice the love. 💞

Am I your angel or demon? A lonely mermaid? Are we now even?

Did you know I read tarot from time to time? I have 2 deck of cards plus some tarot books. While I don’t have each card memorized, I’m fairly good at interpreting what they mean, in comparison to the question you ask each deck/reading. My friends and family are generally pretty amazed by each reading (despite me flipping through my book). While I’m not as experienced reading tarot, I’m skilled with meditation sessions and intermediate with meditation with crystals and stones.
I studied astrology when I was 15, followed by dream interpretation, and then wound up getting my science degree in psychology. I also have a medical background working as an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) and Combat Medic for some 8 years in the Army (I went on to get a second MOS in the Army as I was offered a position with the Department of Defense, so I went to another school in the Army and got a second MOS classification and started working as a Transportation officer. Thus my medical career halted, I changed my masters from psychology to an MBA, as my entire life changed when I became a businesswoman for the DOD (Department of Defense) and this went on for several years until I reached 15 years in the Army and opted to not reenlist a fifth or sixth time. Thus, here I am now. An unknown soldier, poor, heartbroke, and on the brinks of a mysterious death, just like Edgar A. Poe!!! Woo Hoo!

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Stellar Light

Your walls of trust are ruin
Still the moss is green in our garden
There are dinosaur skeletons and secrets buried
Iron walls to keep off enemy
My lips are gold and clean
I’m still your sunbeam
Leaning on the moon
My roots dug into you
The tombs are crumbling
Regret is ivy
Black holes are spinning too
They have mass like the weight of you
Time has turned into quicksand
Every place you’ve been
I’m not calling on a friend
From lie to dust
My blood is rust
But the starlight
It keeps rushing through
With every thought of you
My lips are gates of doom

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I know why Edgar Allan Poe died heartbroke on the street. I know your secrets. Dig into the crust and search its layers, love is still found.

Cut the red forest down. Run us into Andromeda. My love won’t go extinct.

There may not be a grave for you to visit when I die. Or a blog. People die and vanish from history.
Am I fading from existence with your every breath?
Where does the light go inside you?
Have you already forgotten me? Tell me how easy? Click click erase?

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Filigree

I know you come to me
From windswept dunes
Hollow and calloused from time
You keep crawling
And I a mirage you are hauling
Like dying dreams painted golden filigree
Am I unholy?
The way you hold me
Like butterfly wings
You’re now unfolding
Reflections cast like starlight
You keep me glowing

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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