Besotted

My eyes are besotted
Though even while closed he remains
Either shadow or color
A gentle lover
I look up
As if I’m stargazing
And he’s always there to find me
I like to rest between his heart beats
My ears catch his whispers
Chemical energy in the touch
The way his fingers trace my lips
And erase centuries of loneliness
His kiss must be the holy grail
I have fallen from heaven for this
I heard his deep call
It pierced the woods and the wounds
I was no longer winter
But a bloom
That warmth is life
And I a parasite for his love
Or sweet sugar
The way his words leak down my spine
God says it’s alright
Did you hear destiny skipping by
I couldn’t help but stop and giggle
If you let wonder have a sleepover
You might wake to find surprise

© Delia Ross. 2020

A soft reading: https://tuners.io/tracks/15486

Tired and writing in my pjs
Bedroom poetry
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Glimpses

I have glimpses of a life I’ve never known
There’s stitches in my heart where he has sewn
There’s wishes leaking out of every bone
There’s pieces of me in him I call home

There’s fences keeping eyes where they belong
There’s chances never learning right or wrong
And dances never settling in song
Circumstances keeping everyone withdrawn

© Delia Ross. 2020

So I did a little recording thingy of Glimpses: https://tuners.io/tracks/15399


For the record, all my poems are new. I bleed poetry.

My subconscious or other worldy being is creating memories of a life with him that never existed because it can’t bear to live any part without him, and the regret is carving deeper rivers than I care to run. Love is love. But why is he scared of it? He’s just too selfish to part with his ways and he’s got a sex addiction he needs to get a grasp on. I mean God damn if Trent Reznor can be kinky and loyal why can’t there be other dudes!?! He’s the only guy I’ve ever asked to marry me by the way (Reznor that is) and it’s in the Nine Inch Nails archives somewhere and Trent Reznor did not say no and he answered my music questions too. That’s actually a nice real memory as opposed to the fake memories my brain is having to create because it loves a dude that won’t have anything to do with me…

I asked Trent Reznor to marry me, LOL I love me so much… that was back when he had an actual fanclub and he was active in the NIN message boards. You had to be in the club to get there. And when he did way with fanclubs, he made us permanent members (kinda of). I haven’t logged in, in a minute, I need to get over there. And to another gig. I’ve had stage every time, but have never officially met Trent. He’s on like kid number 5 now!?! She is popping out them babies god bless her, lucky bitch… Anyhoo, I’m totally gaga for the dude this poem is about, he knows who he is. Hi. I love you still. You know I’m your favorite love. Masks won’t hide fate. Or you from me. Sorry, not sorry. “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here…”

What do you think an angels tear is worth? I’ve cried a million for him…

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The Truth

The truth is, I would carry his stone;
I would slay his demons and carry him home.
The truth is, I walk on my own;
But his heart won’t have to be carried alone.

© Delia Ross. 2020

DISTORTION digiart by @poeeternal
DISTORTION digiart by @poeeternal
DISTORTION digiart by @poeeternal
DISTORTION digiart by @poeeternal

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Carry You

I posted a song uncut and unfiltered on Tuners Radio, despite my crippling stage fright. I’ve never even been able to do open mic night or karaoke. I’d love your feedback though. Go easy on me. 😇

You can listen here: https://tuners.io/tracks/14915

P.S. my muse Alex Ebert not only gave it like but added it to one of his playlist on Tuners Radio (he’s literally won Oscars for his music but that’s not why I love him)!! 😍

Lyrics:

It was something that they put you through
It makes no sense at all
If you will let me carry you
I promise not to fall

I can take care of you
But only if you want
I’m strong enough to carry you
Though sometimes I may crawl

Hang on, hang on, hang on
ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhh


© Delia Ross. 2020


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In The Ever

Be tender with my will
Craters have formed from the impact of your words
They crush and pulverize
How deep do my crevices go?
Their corridors are dark
And fill with regolith
I tremble with aftershocks
As your words settle into the cold
My bones hold worries unknown
My smooth surface eroding from longing
I’d let you hide in my depths
Come and go with the shadows
See how the light races around my hole
It falls into aches and covers the night with hope
I am longing to find you there
Your words move quicker than light-speed
I am hollow, penetrate me
Watch how the dust settles
There’s a glimmer of destiny there
Satisfaction
Unison
We belong together
Like orbits decaying
Feel the pull
Shake me
The more you resist, the harder I tug
Inevitability
Had you not found me when you did
My darkness might have perished forever
You sheltered me from death
By breaking me apart
And then you assembled me into fragments and shards of fate
And now I must find myself
Aching is need of life
More pieces
Of you
You’ve fallen everywhere
Our dust glitters
I am everywhere you look now
Finally together
Ice rings form around my shell
A promise ring of forever
Or a chastity belt of no escape
Trapped in the eternal
I was waiting here in the dark yet still I was found
Bound, now in the ever
Look at your creations
Beautiful disasters
Wait here awhile
Cover me in your eternity

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Dreams

If a dream had a silhouette, would it appear like streaks of gray in your beard?

Or perhaps the shadow of a dream, would look like the hue of your blue eyes?

Per chance dreams took form like the shape of your hands, stretching long like an icy comet tail…

Maybe dreams greet us like sunrises, casting warmth over darkness the way your lips do.

Sometimes dreams come rolling in like thunder, from the sound of your voice, falling into my cracks.

Have you seen wonder the way it moves over the curb of your head?

I have seen miracles grow from your ear.

A moonrise is the peak of your nose.

I have built hope on top of your words.

Did you know that time is my every thought of you?

I watched you suck poison from my vein, and still your back was sturdy from the stones I hurled.

If love were an entity, he came to visit in your half smile.

Did you know that words have the power to heal but yours have raised the dead?

You are the shelter I seek. Let me take refuge under your breath.

One time is forever. So is it once or never?

Dreams, they’re all the shape of you.

Sometimes dreams slide off of your tongue, and get trapped in my throat.

You can’t erase the vast expanse your existence takes up in my heart.

Our love is an eighth wonder of the universe. Move over Juliet.

I have seen entire star formations in your eyes.

If words are forever, my love is permanent.

Dreams are stepping stones and mine will lead to your imagination.

All dreams form like the shape of your face, when moon’s are eclipse, and orbits are bound.

I have seen pillars grow from your words, and ancient beast taking bow.

Dreams are the way you forgive my faults. You put them to rest and tell them goodnight. You kiss my forehead gently.

Did you know, if you close your eyes and think about me, I will find you there? Dream formation.

The atmosphere will change, that’s a dream forming like a cloud, it has mass and energy, and you will feel time slow.

Dreams are the way my eyes caress your poetry, how my feet slip into your metaphors, and whisper goodnight.

Dreams are because I believe in love again.

Even if dreaming is all I’ll ever do…

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Wishing

I need him with a purpose
The pain makes it all worth it
I’ve got him in my focus
It’s more than feeling hopeless

I pray like it has powers
And luck is in her hours
His hand she doesn’t deserve
And I’m wishing that I was her

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Creeping

I swear he doesn’t want me around but I still find myself creeping
On broken glass and bits of hope I find that he keeps leaving
Like trails of honey, or bits of dew, each bit has me dreaming
Of patching wounds, forgiving fails, and maybe keep on breathing
On every word he’ll ever write since it always stops the bleeding
Where in my heart, it beats for him, and love is always leading

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Blooms of Forever

I wonder how my name would sound upon his tongue
Dripping off the alter
Seeping underneath my skin

Foraging its way to fantasies underground
Entire oceans parting open
To let him in

Would it flood my deserts
Cover my roots with silky twine
Promise blooms of forever

Listen to a soft reading here: https://tuners.io/tracks/14617

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Between The Lines

I hid between the space of
dream and reality
half-slumbered
like an echo nearing its end

I looked over heartache
hanging crooked
like a crescent moon
longing for finality

Drenched in the regret of becoming whole
now armies gather in my hull
bringing doubt

I see and can’t undue what’s seen
wide expanses of disillusionment
How many times must I end?

The foundation of spirit crushed
and gravity is the weight of ego
pulling between my heart and tongue

If I let go I may never see again
the girl you so perfectly drew
and loved between the lines

Or feel in places I have never felt
That alternate reality which houses
every bit of my soul

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Paper Cuts

Words needing mailing
Written pages full of failing
Ink filled with non-stop wailing

Paper cuts and agony
The worst of him is the worst of me
Another year and there’s still longing

Silence and solitude
My point of view
Not over you

Where on the page do I write the amends?
And where does one stop and the other begin?
Who takes the step to be a kinder friend?

I take my dreams on up the river
I sleep on the promise of forever
This is the final chapter

Wake me when you’re ready (x3)

© Delia Ross. 2020

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The Garden of Us

Maybe if he understood the need
How longing is growing like a weed
And in between the distance and the stars that truly listen
I know he’d rather have me in the lead

Maybe if I took the time to plead
And nurtured space like it was a seed
The stuff that would be growing is the energy in knowing
That fate will come to help us both succeed

© Delia Ross. 2020

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P.S. For Chris

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Magma

He’s magma
Watch him flow
Feel the Earth grow

His words make time slow
His rhyme flows through my soul

Warm desire
Taste the fire
Never letting go

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m gonna effing melt…. on fireeee

Petite little thing
Small but mighty
Broken yet whole
No filter version me
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Body Paint

His words cover me like body paint
The vowels flowing leave me faint
Erasing darkness with a stroke of fate
And momentarily how it’ll ease the ache
The distance closes just an open gate
A place where longing comes with no mistake
Just one more rhyme is all it’ll take
Forever his in the words we make

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Undertow

I just want him to know
I’m trying to let go
Of a sinking boat
And avoid undertow

Drowning seems to be the only solution
Love doesn’t want to die though

So it tries a different form
It tries to love a different way
It gets lost in a storm
Still it loves another day

But like a shark missing its fin
Sinking down, it still can’t swim
When defeat becomes a win
Disillusionment becomes him

I tried to love you as a friend
I tried to love you as an enemy
I tried to love with eyes that couldn’t see
I tried to love the end

I still can’t pretend
That I can love you any other way
And so my heart I defend
The things you always fail to say

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’m trying to love him in a way that it won’t hurt… (just a freestyle from my heart to him)

Mixed Up

Block unblock block unblock
I can’t figure it out
Got the devil controlling my right hand
And this angel is full of doubt

Follow leave follow leave
I have lost direction
The devil keeps pointing at you
And you’re the object of obsession

Today I care but tomorrow I won’t
But give it another day
Whatever it is my heart is thinking
The devil’s got something to say

Whatever this spell he has me under
I can’t go away
But if he really hated me
He would have blocked me yesterday

© Delia Ross. 2019


All this blocking and unblocking I do, follow and unfollow routine, but he’s never once done those things to me. CUZ HE LOVES ME AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. THUS POEM ABOVE. I’m sure he’d like me to be on Mars already but he needs to fuck me first. Sorry not sorry. Still loves him.

He drives me cra cra for real
How do you stop loving someone? I can’t figures it out…
“Just another lost angel in the city of night”

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Addiction

He built me tall like a cathedral
I stuck his poetry in me like a needle
Never caring if it was lethal
One’s not enough, give me a prologue and a sequel
And though he took me high I felt like his equal
For a moment he made me feel like I was his people
But he ditched me for something more evil

© Delia Ross. 2019

He once made me feel I was his angel… now I feel no more

Traces

He traces over my body
Exploring every freckle like it’s a galaxy
He speaks in mountains of sighs
He travels through my valley’s
Through my depressions and my highs
He lingers near the alley of my thighs
He catches every heartbeat when he looks into my eye
And gentle is the hand that never says goodbye

© Delia Ross. 2019

He once traced me in poetry, now it is only in dream…

I Still Remember

I didn’t think it could hurt any deeper
Or that he could become a colder creature
He’s got a taste for evil and that’s only a teaser
The devil says he was born a natural deceiver

Deep he draws blood from within my vein
A master of lies and pain is his reign
An unmanly thing with a tarnished name
A useless boy always inheriting blame

You can lead a demon to heaven but you can’t make him enter
You can stomp on a flame but it still needs an ember
I can say I hate you but there’s still love in the center
I can pretend you don’t exist but your words I still remember

© Delia Ross. 2019

Faith

The crest on my chest
It means faithfulness
Loyalty cannot be bought
But it is hard fought

I loved you whole didn’t I
So why the blood no matter how I try
I am stuck at your crossroads
In pieces and fragmented shadows

Over and over I go over this lesson
But no answers tell where the pain will lessen
Just as I’m stable you throw another grenade
I’ve been wounded in ways you can’t hurt with a blade

Lost may you be but I love you the same
Hate is your hand but love is my aim
Stuck in quicksand and on a frozen route
Clouds of confusion but still love you devout

© Delia Ross. 2019

I suppose it’s more than a name, more than a code of honor, more than a tattoo…

Loyalty and faithfulness, it doesn’t really mean anything this day and age…
I live in the minority… (but Faith is my middle name)
There was a time long ago when a name meant something…
Loyalty is about as rare as my smile…
How many more stones are you going to toss at me?
Dead again…

Vampire Viking Fourplay

Satin today
Tomorrow blade
A mask won’t hide his thoughts away
Closed doors to me are an archway
His absence is saying come my way

His distance is sky for my parachute
His bitterness to me is the sweetest fruit
I’ll put it on my tongue and savor his juice
His walls to me are just another route

Dirt was made for digging tunnels
Demons fall bored so may cause troubles
His desert to me is an open jungle
His masks to me are just more popped bubbles

Stuck with me on planet Earth
The deeper you burrow, I value your worth
The more you plummet, I feel your girth
The more you love, the more I curse

© Delia Ross. 2019

A sign to me is a doorway, a fence was made to be jumped

Made For You

I’ve kissed lips that tasted of kings
I’ve slept in halls where angels sing
I’ve ridden sorrow through hells domain
But in my heart is where he remains

In an outpour I bleed out the worst
I expell the poison and simmer the curse
If time were a remedy, I’d drink until full
If his heart were a string, I’d give it a pull

Kings and queens and other things too
Honey, they won’t replace my love of you
Diamonds and roses and even poetry
You may have a million girls but they ain’t me

I’ve been through the pain and through the waste
I’ve tried them all they ain’t my taste
You are stubborn and you know it’s true
The universe says I was made for you

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Hello, Excuse Me

Hello, you don’t know me, but I was hoping you could be someone, well not just anyone, more like “the one”, because he’s permanently on my mind.

Your eyes must be blue
With reddish hair too
You’ve got to write poetry
You must be under 6 feet
And love me complete

Is this something you’d be into?

© Delia Ross. 2019

Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind (1 of 3)
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind (2 of 3)
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind (3 of 3)

Rhyme and Curses

Searched inside the churches
But also in the trees
While riding inside hearses
And boats lost out on sea

Searched through rhyme and curses
And houses where they tease
I went through many purses
Trying to find his key

I even made a purchase
Thinking love ain’t free
And on and on these searches
Always came up empty

I built a house for worship
Envisioned to be seen
In hell I found him furthest
And he did not want me

© Delia Ross. 2019

Searching for a bridge to currently jump off

Remembers Worth

When you let some punks send you into hiding and then you return to the internet lands with zero followers

Yes, an official Tweet by Val Kilmer LOVING my pen!!! As a writer, win!!!!

So panic mode naturally because I thought I lost my king following me…

But my king and Bush still follow me!!!! 😍
*remembers worth*
“Be happy, it’s a choice”. A man of so few words but oh so wise
If you don’t think Gavin has seen the worse of me, you’d be wrong.
Birthday loves oh my effing god my king well he sees me yes he does, I exist, I exist!!!

This isn’t like our only interactions, I just remembered that his love is everything. I may be small on the totem pole but I’m on the fucking pole.

And I’ve got my Twitter followers coming in now saying they still have me so happy happy joy joy.

I dropped a 10-minute thread on Tuners about the importance of followers and likes (free app to listen and use, no download needed to listen): https://tuners.io/users/POEETERNAL

Underworld

Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Push him from hope
Let him learn to swim

Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Give him some rope
Let him learn to trim

Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Kick him down the slope
Maybe then he can feel

Hurt her
Hurt her to save her
Show her under your mask
The end at last

© Delia Ross. 2019


Inspired by heartache and a line from a favorite film, Moulin Rouge: hurt him to save him

Being

His name slips from my tongue
Making me warm
Etched forever in my heart
A tattoo on my soul

The need like oxygen
My mind racing to trace every line of his existence
There in another galaxy
In every possibility
Give it to me
Freely
My spirit circles your trinity
Take me to infinity
On your pages
From your tongue
In any manner you can think of
Life before had never begun

My fantasies are reality
That’s why I feel the need
You exist in me
I don’t need eyes to see
You clearly

So every idea is living too
Every thought there’s more than two
In this realm or the next
On planet Earth you are still the best

I send them far and I send them wide
These dreams keep me occupied
Wow, we live so many lives
In some I am your wife
In others you have died
There are realms of goodbye
They always make me cry
Because you are alive
And I need you by my side
Or at least without a divide

Close my eyes, dream of you
Lost in the twilight of your blue
Take my hand, see me true
Understand my heart too

There you are seeing me
And it comes so easily
Taste your lips, I feel free
Trace your heart with my energy

Fertile hands, seeds of love
I give you everything from above

Look at all this space to soar
Free your mind, feel me more
Open every single door
I never felt this much before

Vulnerability is every asteroid
But still life forms from what’s destroyed

You teach me everything
You are higher than a king
You are the very existence of my being

© Delia Ross. 2019


I am going to attempt spoken word freestyle soon, and drop it on Tuners.

Vacancy

Is there a place in your heart nobody has been?
Will you take me to it and when?
Has real love ever touched your skin?
And when you’re done with lust can you trade it in?

Is there a hand that ever loved you true?
Because, I’ve got two that can love you through,
Baby, you were made for me, and I for you.
And when our hearts connect, life can pursue. 

Have you ever found a home in a soul?
Has anyone ever made you feel whole?
And if I were to give you complete control,
Baby, just tell me, when can I enroll?

© Delia Ross. 2019

Perfection

If perfection did exist, it is the shape of his lips
It is the worlds flowing from his fingertips
It is his absence then full eclipse
It is his compassion for hardships

If perfection were a thing, it is the way that he can sing
It is the poems that he can string
It is his darkness with a spring
It is his breath under my wing

If perfection were in my hand
My love he would command
He would be the promised land
And it would be where you stand

© Delia Ross. 2019

Light-years of Love

Every inch of him is a galaxy unexplored
And every day he is more adored

I want to drive my tongue over
His peaks and valleys and lows
Let’s explore another language that nobody knows

His mind is a multi-verse
I need to immerse (and for better not worse)

His tongue spans light-years
Where I wanna disappear
His words blow me out of here

His hands are mountains I long to climb
Forever and through the ends of time

He is all the energy of a massive sun
And for him I do burn

He is the seed, he is the soil
He makes my blood boil

© Delia Ross. 2019


My desire and longing spans the ends of space and even that reach does not quantify my love for him. Which, is why space is infinite, oddly. Coincidence? Nope. Science and love are hard to comprehend at times, and that is where faith comes in. Sometimes, you just gotta believe… ❤

In Bloom

But then one day the tide returned with his love
The sun rose
The birds sang
The flowers bloomed
The leaves danced
All was anew

© Delia Ross. 2019


I can feel the blood flowing through my veins again…

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Woven

I can feel you wherever you are
Light and dark matter woven into my soul
Spiraling through the fabric of all that we know
And travelling through the spaces we’ve still yet to go
And the distance to our star isn’t that far (just look to your heart)

© Delia Ross. 2019


I want to stargaze him, let me camp under his heart and look to his blue skies and cast wishes on his lips for all eternal…

Angel Queen Darling

“My angel” words smooth as satin slipping from his tongue
Her wings of despair went flying in the air and love deep into her lung
“My queen” tattooed on her heart and there his creed was flung
“My darling” were the sweetest words she had ever heard sung
Whatever he called her, it made her feel loved and young

© Delia Ross. 2019


“If only I were as pretty and adored as she…”


Have you ever been loved? By someone like her? The one you casted aside? Me? Have you ever loved at all?


“The greatest thing you can ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return…”

Her

I was in search of healing
My wings damaged, my knees in kneeling
A war with a monster, I never was winning
Narcissism will keep your head spinning

I was cleansing the root of my soul
I was tossing those sins in a hole
I was stitching my heart to feel again whole
And a couple years passed would you know

But one day there he was, I noticed, oh yes, I noticed
His crown dragging behind his feet, it was a bust
I’m not sure if it was his sin or a thick layer of dust
Maybe it just hides behind a wall of his lust

I heard him mouthing words from his tongue like thunder
Such fury, where does it come from, I still wonder
Crashing down curiosities is where I fell under
I slipped into his words, then love, and I became her

I remember the day I left him a compliment
I thought it was a bomb the way he responded
My hand was bitten and he was so blunt
I still stick around but he is on the hunt

Sometimes I would find pieces of me in his words
The dinner bell rang and we rushed in like buzzards
Little seeds of hope we would nibble like birds
There may have been red flags but we ignored all the hazards

Like favorite pets except for me
I come around, he gets angry
But I still don’t know how to leave
It’s impossible, I love him you see

© Delia Ross. 2019


Does he hate me because I see through his mask, or because I see through his mask and still love him? Maybe, just maybe, I’m not a bird he wants to eat? Or does he hate me because I stole her shoes? I’m not giving them back, they fit my feet and I have tiny feet. I found my missing slipper, gosh dang it, he needs to get over it. They’re mine now. MINE I SAID. Just like I belong to him, he just doesn’t know it yet. He is lost. But I found him so I’m hoping he’s only half lost now. Knock knock, Neo, it’s me, the one…open the door

Unrequited Love on Tuners

I dropped a thread on Tuners Radio under my pen PoeEternal about unrequited love + a short original poetry reading on Tuners, have a listen now (free app to listen and use): https://tuners.io/users/POEETERNAL

So I’ve committed to using Tuners more, as I said before recently in a blog post. If you’re unfamiliar with it, it’s a great app to use, and you don’t even have to download anything to listen/tune in. 👍

*UPDATE* Jena Malone left a beautiful reply today, she is a queen (I’m certain you’ve seen her in a movie even if you’re not aware you saw her in a movie).

I currently have this running in my Insta story cuz it’s hella cool but you can listen free on Tuners 🙂 https://tuners.io/users/POEETERNAL

Source

I wanna come, so then I go
You say go fast, so I go slow
You say goodbye, I’m at hello
I drop a bomb, for afterglow

I sleep outside my own prison gate
I build a wall to suffocate
And any trespasser I will violate
Just come near me and you will ache

I am good but I am bad
I am happy but I am sad
I am boring but I am rad
I think I died in Baghdad

I am the pleasure but he is the pain
No matter the blood, I need him the same
I laid down my gun and this isn’t a game
You have the key to open my chain

He is the stable, I am a wild horse
Maybe it is hate, I don’t know the force
And if he loves me, it is only in fourths
I have looked for love but I can’t find the source

© Delia Ross. 2019

“My indecision is final…”
I always gots rosey cheeks and freckles (Alabama, circa 2015)
Missouri (AKA MISERY) Circa 2007ish
Iraq circa 2003
Tennessee barely sixteen
Florida circa 2016ish
Tennessee age 18 with my 9 month old baby that I breastfed a solid year (my hair is nearly that long again *squee* but this is my natural color, brunette with hazel eyes)
(Self, age 18, kiddo 9 months)
A hippy goth in docs, nothing much has changed 🙂 (age 18)
The 90s, the best and worst decade of my life
I iz evolving (Florida, my birthday 2019)

One Thing Is Certain

I am changing, but can others see?
When looking at other pictures, that cannot be me
Spent a lifetime trying to figure out who I was and now I am free
Free from all the locks and chains where I never had a key
And while there is still sorrow, I am an open sea
I am drowning on my back but I am floating carelessly

Underneath, the pull of the current
A shark is circling with massive courage
And dark is the sky and my eyes keep burning
And long are the lessons we never are learning
Life will drown you if death is a burden
But I will fall down loving him, one thing is certain…

© Delia Ross. 2019


My last breath I will love you…