Mama said it was “bad luck” to open an umbrella inside
Kinda artsy set
Full set on my OF
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I’ve got poetry but I’m so tireeeed 😌
Night night or good morn
Tag: digiart
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I reckon I’m gonna have to bite the WordPress hook and upgrade my personal plan to the premium plan since I’ve used up all my 6GB of storage space 🙄 and just pretend the universe is pushing me to upgrade my plan so I can have more media space to upload photos but also unpack yeti from its box to do soft poetry readings and spoken word
To be fair, I have been dying
But I will also at some point maybe be producing some subscriber only content on my blog/website instead of over on OnlyFans (I don’t do porn or self-gratification, I’m an artist and do nude photography – many say softcore is obsolete, but I’ll be offering it here on my website instead- and if someone could please teach me how to set up subscriptions on WP instead of me having to go figure it out through WordPress that would be great)
I’m already on a plan that allows subscriptions and donations, I’ve just used up all my media space and either need to delete stuff off my website or upgrade and at this point it’s time to upgrade because I’m growing aren’t I? I have over 1000 followers now and nearly 100,000 views!! 👀
So when I’m not dying and can put my head into the WordPress books I will figure out how to do the subscriber only content (this won’t be for every post, just my random spicer content)!
Not everyone wants to see my exclusive Rated R nude content but I’m tired of giving other platforms my visitors – especially when most platforms I have zero voice as an artist
I don’t want to push people to another platform when they come to visit my website
I want you to stay here in heaven with me 😇
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ATTENTION 🤩
I was at urgent care yesterday again so I don’t know how quickly I’ll be able to get stuff going but just know stuff is in the pipeline and I would like to get some more nude content out to you, it will be through my own website though, you won’t have to leave or sign-up anywhere else
I’m indecisive on what I’m doing with my Patreon account but I’ve been very grateful for your support over the years!
Because of it, my website has and remains advertisement free (zero spam)!
If you sign up for my blog posts via email, advertising will never be in your email either! Zero spam!
I may be the last place on earth that’s free of advertising 🤔
But you won’t have to worry about accidentally hitting an advertisement when scrolling or installing spyware or a virus
You can scroll freely without a condom ahem 🤪
I’m dealing with heart and lung issues since I got the vaccine – I’m still a weirdo tho and I miss doing the cosplay for you to accompany the rants, poetry and prose!
I will definitely upgrade my plan soon so I can at least start attaching photographs again to my rants and poetry
It may be the new year before I start any subscription only content!
I may do it via donation instead of subscription (like where you can pay a small fee to unlock the post)…
Stay tuned
Dying but not dead…
PSST… I have a free OnlyFans and will be active there when I’m feeling better – thank you for subscribing! My inbox is open there to say hello! I’ll let everyone know when I’m back and active! I’ll be going live over there to show you the beach and things! Softcore 🤪
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He said meet near the mount
Location never pronounced
I’m jumping timelines
There’s many to recount© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
The mount; it’s a graveyard I miss you 😩
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So I just sent the OnlyFans team a request on how to get a new free verified account started – I was dead serious about starting one – I’m not going anywhere (even though I can barely do shit at the moment, I do intend a full recovery from this COVID vaccine nightmare) –
I hope you are excited as me about the free account!
It will be FREE but you will have to subscribe to access the lewd (NOT NUDE) content.
This way I no longer get in trouble from Big Bro for not doing anything wrong at all – and maybe I can go back to having an actual personality where I don’t fear everything I post or say or hashtag. 💪
Nor, the erroneous reporting out of spite and jealousy. 🚫
I like having a private club and people want to see more of me and I’ve had several request on several different social sites and now I’ll have a place to direct them to see more (but if they want to see it all, it will require a subscription)! 🙃
Anyway, I’m really excited about starting the process for my new FREE OnlyFans!
I hope you are excited too! 🙌
I have heard your cries!
So I am expanding my doors!
I love you! 💕
As a reminder – I love doing cosplay and role play! I’m gonna keep at this! It’s what I wanted to do since I was a little girl – and I feel really excited about expanding my business, opening my doors (privately) and in a place where I can be as tacky as a fucking want even though I’m actually more classy than I am tacky but whatever
I do specialize in softcore but there’s an art to it and it’s more commonly known as like Kama Sutra or vampirism. 👀
It’s more about sensation and less about desensitizing.
🙌
Le vampyre and 1984 is now so it’s time to expand my doors because you’ve asked for more – and I don’t actually like publicly sharing more.
Again, lewds not nudes! You’ll have to be a big boy and pay if you wanna see it all.
But, I can go back to being my kinky seductive flirty vampire self oh my fucking God! I’m super fucking excited and I hope you will consider joining my free OnlyFans!
You asked, I complied! 🤪
Your wish is my command! 🤓
I’m still working on redoing my home studio and master bedroom. I don’t have shit hung anywhere. It looks like I’ve already died and the vultures have been here! 👀
Spring cleaning + reorganizing + downsizing = nightmare 🤪
Especially when you have no design skills at all and everything you currently have is a mix-mash of wtfisgoingon 😩
And then add some sort of glitch that makes it hard for you to let anything go even though you don’t even fucking want it
🤪
I don’t know why I’m holding onto all this shit and it’s gonna come out into a poem at some point 😷
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Where do you go deep in the forest?
The woods beckon me to follow
Because you’re the constellation Taurus
And the gods named you Apollo!© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
And I finally know your name (I mean, the name even you had forgotten) ⚡️⚡️⚡️
I LOVE YOU 😻
I mean, I just freestyle wrote this because your visits do some sort of thing to every atom in me.
And it’s not like they get rearranged, it’s like they’re organized and activated, as opposed to spiraling down Sagittarius A*
You magnify me or something
My electrons are connected to you
You electrically charge me
You light me up
Spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally, all the “ly”
Marry me?
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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 spineAre 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 shineJust look up in your sky
Let hope magnify
Let a full moon mystifyYou’re the light in my eye
You are my guy© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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If I were turned into a 2D Disney character, this is how I would look! 😍
Now all I need is a lonely tower, a couple evil cats, and a Prince I’ve cast a spell on, who is madly in-love with me, and is coming to rescue me from my evil prison and release the curse!
Am I your new favorite cartoon? 😚
All my facial expressions Disneyfied!
Which are your favorites? 🤔
Thinking she’s going to die lonely, unrescued, and unloved… 
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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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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? Thanks for checking out my blog and for supporting Indie artist!
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All my life I’ve been searching for a man with no name
Delicately, with thunder on the plain
The way we befriend shadow when there is no rainThe way they demand trust when they are no friend
The way every part of him feels like my own endWhen every single second he deserves the worse death
When every single hour I will pray for such breath© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Digiart of and by @poeeternal 
This life ain’t free
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If your words had a smell
Are they sweet like lavender?
The way your words are calming
So I stop to ganderIf your words were a road
Per chance I could wander?
The way your poetry
Invites me to ponder© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal I walked across the desert with the Devil
A slow trot ensuring I was careful
He gave me paper and he gave me pencil
He talked as though the world was sterileHe showed me war, he showed me death
And I saw things that took my breath
And still I marched into the depth
And on I march digging deeper yetThe writing’s on the wall contain disillusionment
And not a cry ever sounding jubilant
And though it pale, a voice to help illuminate
And at his wall I felt my soul rejuvenateI took to paper and then to pen
And as I wrote I felt again
I spoke of how but never when
But dreams with him weren’t filled with zenAnd though his touch cannot be felt
It is his words that make me melt
And care not how his names are spelt
For in his heart is where I’ve dwelt© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal Hi. I am still working on Halloween edits but I have over 50 + horror themed original pieces of cosplay digiart that will be loaded onto my Patreon campaign – original photography and digiart that my patrons have access to use for their own blogs, websites, or projects (or just to enjoy)! 😄
This is a perk for supporting my campaign!
Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal 
Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal Your pledges give you access to exclusive original poetry and writing, photography, digiart, video, and GIFs, starting at just four quarters per month ($1 in the USA)!
I hope to be able to offer a print tier in the near future! It is currently in the pipeline (this will be under a new tier and photos will be printed on professional Kodak paper in various sizes)! If you’re into professionally recorded spoken word, I do that too (but in a higher tier). A lot of my spoken word is accompanied by elements and music, I do all of my recording, mixing, and editing through GarageBand, with an actual microphone and amp (nothing is recorded through a cellphone). I do everything professionally.
I can’t offer all my art for $1. That won’t buy a piece of gum and making art and writing is time-consuming and expensive. I’d like to be able to continue at this. I originally started out with one tier, but as I grow as a writer and artist, so does my campaign.
Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal Currently there are over 300+ images available for my patrons to use for their own projects! With more incoming!
Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal Although I don’t have any professional training in photography or digiart, it is something I’m very passionate about and Quentin Tarantino didn’t have any professional training either, he learned how to make movies by working at a movie gallery and watching movies.
I’ve been dabbling in photography and digiart, pretty much my entire life, so I think it’s pretty cool to be able to offer it to you as a perk for supporting my campaign. I work in real-time and supporting my Patreon campaign is the best way to support my on-going creativity.
I try to to give you really cool perks in return for your pledges at fair membership prices. My campaign is one low monthly fee (not “pay per thing”), and it keeps this blog going and advertisement free (zero spam). So your support is greatly appreciated.
Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal But your support also means I can pay my bills, buy some bread, and even get crafts and supplies to keep all this going, including the cosplay.
Original cosplay and digiart by @poeeternal Thanks for checking out my work and supporting small business and indie artists!
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The no entry signs are posted still they stray
I’ve stated there’s no hope yet they pray
I’ve mentioned I am starving they won’t pay
I need some time alone can’t get a day
Nosferatu but call me Vampyre D (Vampy D). And I prefer solitude. Thanks for checking out and supporting my work! Everything I create is original content at @poeeternal.
Thanks for supporting independent writers and artists! ❤
© Delia Ross. 2020
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My love –
If words thee fail, you have two skies
Please don’t let them close
But should sleep forever cover your eyes
Please leave me your prose
Walk slowly towards me please
My heart exceeds light speeds
When you are nearing infinity
Your lips come in seasons
All at once
Each syllable attached to luminance
So much it haunts
And dare I reason
What each word wants?
I’m glad you are talking
Like watching stars walking
Stretching to infinity like they are something
The twinkle in my eye you were hoping
You’re the reason I am coping
Your every moment I keep groping
She was an angel and he was a demon
But he wanted her more than he wanted heaven
I want your breath as my nectar
Dripping and sapping
My tongue a collector
Your favorite protector
You turn my knees to oceans
My pleas to motions
Sometimes so intense the notions
I reach out in explosions
Like SUPERNOVA the dosageBut it’s not enough I need more doses
EXPANSION YET MOVING CLOSER
You plow through me like a dozer
But it’s not enough, I need another!!
So set the clock for more exposure!
You turn me into a beast
On your words I prey and feast
Stay away or keep me leashed
Say a prayer then call a priest
Saw your face and pulse increased
Heard your voice then pain decreased
I love you most just not the least
My love, my horns have been blaring
Double-daring, over-caring
Our love I’m never sharing
It won’t stop the world from staring
My love we are tethered to fate
With a circle eightWe are the universe experiencing itself in poetic form
I wasn’t alive until our love was born
My love, what will you do when the winds carry me to lands out of reach?
My spirit gliding past your dreams and hopes per chance for a final kiss?
What will hold your heart against the crush?
Don’t let it bury you, the rush.
Don’t let my love fade from your veins, for I will be resting between each beat.
Lifetimes of sleep.
You silence the war in my head.
Don’t fall dead.
I am still under your feet.
Even when I’m not there.
And the stars up there you see, you and me.
Do not let time callous our love.
Nor fear.
My love, I am still here.
Mistakes come plenty.
You are still the very best of me.
Breathe.
Taste me in the air, on your tongue, everywhere.
I care.
Let my dust blow in the wind.
I’m still under your skin.
Touch me.
Death cannot erase me.
I must travel with the stars.
Freely.
My love traveled 13 billion years to reach you.
Look how far.
Distance is but a scar.
My love, put the ache in a story and read it softly.
Speak aloud.
Let your vibrations break the cloud.
I am listening and I am proud.
My love, cry into our garden if you must.
I will be collecting your tears from heaven.
My eyes upon you and angels times seven.
Do not doubt.
The rains too will flood the sky.
It’s not goodbye.
That’ll never exist for you and I.
Oh hi, hello. It’s just me underneath all the digital editing. Fear nots! 🙂 © Delia Ross. 2020
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Happy is relative. Everyday is Halloween.
Christian woman Christian woman I’m not through with Halloween, after all, today IS halloween. These are just a few I took and edited on All Hallows Eve. 🙂
All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume and makeups) 
All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume and makeups) But this is the two days I can legally scare the children and the parents be okay with it.
All photography & digiart by me (including props, costume, and makeups) 
La la la la la la 🎃🎃🎃
You can never trust an angel. “Boo bitch craft” (-) Everyday is Halloween when you’re a ghoul like me. 🙂
Spookies 🙂 
Fallen angel. You know the devil was a fallen angel too? The first in fact. 🎃 Just a little gal from the south – all bark (but subject to bite). *gets back in coffin* 
“Let us prey” © Delia Ross. 2020
Postscript: I am not a devil worshiper. I do vampire cosplay. It’s a hobby. Or sport. ‘Let us prey’. (Now I know why Michael Jackson had to do these).
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MOOD (a favorite)
*Sound on* No I can’t lose you. 🎃 
No filter 
Resting bitch face. No filter. 😂 
Do you like my mask? Think I’ll perform more spoken word in its. 
Pre beast mode but in purring mode tis almost Halloweenz. Gotta get my nails on. I dig this purple eye color filter tho 
Currently 420 years old in vampy years 🙂 
Petite. If you’ve never had a little, I said a little is alot…
I gotta get my claws on for Halloween.
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I was all darkness, cold and gas
A baby stellar nursery forming with mass
But along lit my flame when it was you who came to pass
I’d give you every bit of starlight if ever you would ask© Delia Ross. 2020
I love you. Today. Tomorrow. Forevers. I already had a poem with Starlight as the title. Totally forgot about this one. And it’s a good one. I’m getting ready to put a book together of love poems but my god I’ve written so much poetry in the last two years and it is not organized at all- I need your help. I need you to come organize my poetry like Pamela did for Jim Morrison because I’m Morrison’s daughter and just as disorganized poetically. People have even told me I possess a room like Morrison when I walk into it (pre war days). I’m a mess. Helps. 💞
I love you so hard, don’t I baby?
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The only thing that mattered were how we were to one another
Many children go without a father or a mother
They only know abuse from the hand of every lover
It’s simply poor excuse you failed to be a brother© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Angelic beings are warriors “Let brotherly love continue.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.” Hebrews 13:1-2
Self-portrait @poeeternal Self-portrait @poeeternal 
Self-portrait @poeeternal
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Come on raise your head
Now wake the deadRed fire sun Trapped in forest of longing Watch the sunrise come Don’t forget to show this post some love if you enjoyed it, that way I know. Hit the like button or drop me a comment! 😄
Pale and withdrawn Thank you for all your support here, there, everywhere! That’s all for now. Thanks for visiting my blog! The only thing missing was some fake blood and my custom fitted vampire fangs… 👍
P.S. I’ve been painting my lips red since I was 13. I never outline my lips. Tomboyish mostly and prefer a natural, blushy tone. I also don’t want botox or lip enhancers to kill my lines. I’ve died a million times. It’s written in these rhymes.
Lurking underworld with resting bitch face front-and-center… HOOAH © Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal #poeeternal
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You tied the noose then left me hanging
You pledged for days then changed your aiming
You point your finger loudly blaming
You have no proof for what you’re claimingYour youth is gone, you’re well past ageing
Your actions don’t match words you’re painting
And every step you’re proudly feigning
I don’t believe a word you’re saying© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
To be honest, I think rhyming gets me off. I get euphoric after I’ve pieced together a decent story. Sure, writing is hard. Rhyming is harder. But you wouldn’t see it that way if you saw me in a dizzy spell writing, sometimes pieces come together so quickly. Or the fact that I live and breathe rhyme 24/7. I think I might have an addiction, albeit, is it a healthy one? I literally write anywhere, and while doing everything. Sometimes I force myself to stop writing and other times I think I’ll never be able to write anything ever again. But alas, I’m still rhyming *sigh* and have been since the age of 12. I fell in love with poetry in the 3rd grade though, when I read an Emily Dickinson poem (I talk a bit about that in my thank you video on my Patreon for my patrons who join, so the video is still there if you are my patron and overlooked watching it. It’s been there since the beginning of my campaign). Anyhoo, sometimes I think I don’t have a drop of rhyme left in me. And then it is flowing out. In heaps. Like lava. And often with tears. My rhyme contains my soul. I lived in a very abusive environment as a child and writing became my escape. Writing was my coping mechanism. And still is of today.
My attempt at “But is it art” below… (but is it art was a saying me and my best friend used to say all the time when we’d fuck shit up. Like once, we redid a chair by putting our handprints in paint all over it graffiti style and writing “but is it art!?!). She died by suicide and I’ve never been the same. But all my attempts at art end with, BUT IS IT ART!?!
Bath + snaps Bath + snaps But is it art? 
But is it art? I nearly didn’t share this for a number of reasons. But here’s the thing, I don’t want fake boobs. I like feeling things. Might account a tad bit for my poetry. But for real, I’ve had many guys complain that my boobs weren’t fake. Had a guy break up with me in my 20s over it. And I have been peer pressured by society and men to get plastic surgery that I don’t want. I also breast fed an entire year, I have natural curves. And I don’t want to replace my sex organ with plastic for many reasons. I could have made my nipples harder I suppose, so hence ‘soft nudity’. I wasn’t trying to be vulgar or even sexual. Just existing in a hot bath and trying to capture my soft curves. Attempting to be artsy. Instead, I worry now my boobs aren’t sitting in their best, upright position. They don’t meet societies standards of perfection. I’m tired of feeling things though so maybe I should start getting plastic surgery and fake nails and fake hair and fake lips and fake eyelashes and fake tans… throw a fake personality in there too. ((Also if you’re one of the guys who’s ever put my body down… fuck you))! For real tho… desensitized nation 101. I’m not a model. I’m not a porn barbie. I’m a warrior poet, dig? Just trying to find myself and keep 100% authentic & real. I feel like I’m heading towards a dire ending like Edgar Allan Poe though. Cursed. It’s in our blood… I hope someone enjoys my little attempt at art in isolation. If you don’t like my body or my art, join the long line of boys who also don’t. I can’t be bothered with shallow waters any longer. Evolving into a better me slowly as my body is dying. Keeping my mind in a nurturing environment. SELF-LOVE. The same vid as above but with different effects. But is it art? 
I never knew how hard wet hair can be to manage when it’s this long and wet and also heavy… (no filter). I really wish I could upgrade and get some decent camera equipment and lighting. Someone join my Patreon or make a donation please lol I need new editing software too!!! It’s my birthday this month!!! 😍 
That’s all for now. Can’t do much in quarantine. Trying not to catch the plague. Trying not to die by depression. Missing gig life to the full. No birthday gig this year!!! 😭😭😭
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No one makes me smile the way he makes me smile – not by a mile
The way he wears me with his eyes, if only you had his style
Months go by without a word like we’re living in exile
And then word the king is coming and we’re lining up single-file© Delia Ross. 2020 (poem & video art by me @poeeternal)
I got a “like” by Bush on this Instagram post of this poem I wrote and digiart of Gavin Rossdale I made!! (see post below) *squee* (it is definitely squee worthy for one of my favorite artist to like a poem I wrote about him, I will take the love in any form or fashion he gives me!!!)
poem and photo by me @PoeEternal So, *tries to breathe* some of you may know I’m obsessed with Gavin Rossdale and Bush, I literally wait for hours in all weather just to get front row for his band… I drive for hours, I wait in long lines for hours (I’m usually front of line, so get to venues extremely early, after driving for hours to get to said venue- although a couple gigs have been nearby!) Anyhoo, I am full-on, fangirl. And when he’s around me, I literally do stupid shit. I forget basic greetings. I drop shit. Sometimes I curse him. Last year I decided to skip hugging him when he reached out to hug me, and hugged Chris the guitar player instead. In my mind, I guess ‘save the best for last’ but in reality, STEWPIDS. He stills loves me despite me erratic behavior, he actually touched my pants and said, “I love your pants” (they were Kat Von D leggins). Everything is a bit fuzzy afterwards. But every time I meet him I get like, fuzzy. There are many stories, but I won’t get through them all.
6 days ago Bush performed a free live gig, for the launch of Fantracks, a cool interactive stage where you can see bands perform! Seeing as gigs have come to a complete halt in reality, a live stream is the next-best-thing! Of course I tuned in for the Bush performance. But, a couple days prior to the event, a Tweet came in very late in the day, to send in video questions via email, so I quickly put together a 19 second video, but almost gave up emailing it, because the file was too big to send email even at 19 seconds. So naturally, I had to reduce the file size, without reducing the quality, and in the end, tossing it in my Instagram story creator tool, and saving it without actually sharing it, worked better than anything else I could do! Eventually got it emailed, but nearly gave up until I tried the Insta thing! I didn’t think my question would get selected, Bush just dropped a new album, I figured they’d answer those sorts of questions by fans!
Apparently some 125,000 people tuned in for the launch of Fantracks with Bush performing!! I was watching it livestream free, but it’s now available on Video-on-Demand (VOD) for like $1.99 I think. So if you want to see the preshow, the gig, and the aftershow stuff, it’s worth getting!! You’ll get to see the entire show, plus see my fan question!! Anyway, I shared just the Q&A with Gav and me on my Instagram IGTV, and Youtube (see video below)! It’s been an exciting few days!! Are you a Bush fan? Are you into gigging as much as me? Are there any bands you worship? Music is what I am living for. And poetry. =)
Watch my fan question to Gavin Rossdale below!! A YouTube version is also below! This is only my section with Gavin, he answered two other fan questions as well! Mine was question two he answered! So cool that my question was selected and answered!! I love Bush!!! *screams*
And my obsession with my king continues… =) I’m still riding this high!!! 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Screenshots taken by me during the live stream performance by Bush 
Gavin Rossdale and Matt Pinfield – Screenshots taken by me during the aftershow Q&A Self, Gavin Rossdale and Matt Pinfield with my fan question – Screenshots taken by me during the after-show Q&A 
Gavin Rossdale and Matt Pinfield with my fan question – Screenshots taken by me during the after-show Q&A P.S. I have more photos than what I’ve shared here. And honestly, I could make this entire blog post as long as a book! It feels good to have my tablet full of Bush photos again (even if only this livestream and Q&A)! This year has been a bust! BUT THIS MAKES ME HAPPIES. And I’m feeling some inspiration tickling in these cold veins again… =)
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Feel like he gave my heart sunspots
I’m tangled up in knots
Feel like I’m ever growing hotter
And my head is full of clotsThey heard the war was over
But my soul is taking shots
Now I’m prepped and groomed for slaughter
And I know he hurts me lots© Delia Ross. 2020
I just freestyle wrote this and shared it on my Instagram but I wanted to share it here also… I really love to rhyme!
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I like teasing the senses. The art of sensuality. LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. My creed.
I like teasing the senses. The art of sensuality. LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. My creed. Below are some videos and photography of waterplay (no not that hardcore, desensitized porn stuff). Just a gal in a bath tub capturing the movement of shadows in candlelight, hair in water & the softness of me (despite my iron thick walls). There is slight nudity in some of the videos (do not watch if mild nudity offends). Angels are warriors but there is some softness remaining under my iron armor and Kama Sutra is an interest and focus in my life. I’m interested in soft spots and openings in hearts, minds, and bodies. Hardcore desensitizes not only your senses but your mind (plastic too). Sensuality brings enlightenment. I am the darkness, show me the light. I am the fire, give me air. The 4 elements of life. Breathe devotion and love into me. Don’t come into my life to show me roughness. I’m interested in softness. Show me your soft spots. Touch the places in me few ever go…
Waterplay (not that hardcore stuff) Playing with my softness Water + long hair Bath playtime zen Black n’ white ❤ zen I love water playing around with film and editing ❤ ❤ 
Petite & 100% all natural 
I do like cherries 🙂 
hi I don’t want hardcore. I know hardcore. I survived a war with guns and fighting and people dying (I served 15 hard years in the Army). I want something more. Peace. Tranquility. Sensuality. Love. Poetry. The sound of your voice in my ear. Your footsteps are the beats of my heart. Let me listen. Quiet the things that make you spiral out of control. Focus on LSD; love, sensuality, devotion. ❤
Music to accompany: https://youtu.be/APW_QwzGg2o
© Delia Ross. 2020
P.S. scroll to the very bottom of this post for bonus footage! ❤
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He’s never once said he enjoys my stories
My poetry, my writing, he must find it boring
While everyone else gets all the glory
I am left with nothing but worries© Delia Ross. 2020
MOOD
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I shared this on my Instagram but felt like it belonged here. Another freestyle. Hope you like.
Poem & digiart by me @PoeEternal I saw him stargazing
The way a painter stares at a blank canvas
What wonders were revealed?
Did he see me barefoot on my tippytoes reaching for his lips
The way clouds summit a mountain?
What hour caught him off guard
What did he find?
Fragments of my soul written for him in rhyme?
Did he see us moving
Like starlight in the sky?© Delia Ross. 2020
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The space between your heart and my heart is light-seconds away
In case you forgot (poem + art by me @poeeternal) © Delia Ross. 2020
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His words the ocean, I’m his sailor
Bound to him like he’s my jailer
He is a wordsmith tailor
My heart became his craterI am a flower growing
A majestic garden he is sowing
The wind that’s eternally flowing
Every breath that he’s been blowing
© Delia Ross. 2020
A higher love 
His love is tailored to me
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Sticking to the narrow
My heart has bends
Where deep is his arrow
And love transcends
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I dream colors of grey, blue, and red
My eyes open and see you instead
Every image is turned into you
Can’t escape your gravity no matter what I doHow the greys simply tug on my heart
And your blue keeps me from falling apart
How your red is like the blood in my vein
And your voice is the thunder and the rain© Delia Ross. 2020
Eternally falling for you
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Would you like what was underneath my veil?
Crimson iron
Salty prisons
White mountains
Hidden trailsWould you like the stories I’d have to tell?
Begotten truths
Perished dreams
Endless obloquy
Skin with scalesHave you ever seen a heart with nails?
The heavy burden
The icy trotter
The lonely barter
The girl who wailsAre you ever missing details?
Empty bedrooms
Abandoned vows
Broken mirrors
All effort fails© Delia Ross. 2020
I was going to write a non rhyme, and then I was going to write a rhyme, and then I decided to write a non rhyming rhyme and thus this poem formed… but I like how it turned out. Do you? 🤔
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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 
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If I appear to not have a heart
I guess it’s probably true
And if you stick around long enough
I’ll likely prove it to youIf you reach for my hand and it’s cold
There’s nothing you can do
I don’t want a connection with anyone
So find another to pursue© Delia Ross. 2019
Equal opportunity hater / can see through you 
Digi art of me by me 
I identify as dead (selfie) 
“Dead as dead can be / so the doctor tells me / but I just can’t believe him / ever the optimistic one” -
There must be one hundred million miles of dreams inside him
There must be one hundred million miles of heaven beside him
Such depths are his oceans I beg to swim in
Both light and dark a great nebula still forming
There must be a hundred million reasons I can love him
© Delia Ross. 2019
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She is cut from a different cloth…
It’s like she can see through his masks to read his thoughts
It’s like she can cut through sin at any cost
It’s like knowledge of her reminds you of all that you lost
It’s like you punish her even though it is always your faultIt’s like she’s sorry she didn’t mean to see through these doors
It’s like she tried to move on but she’s stuck on these floors
It’s like she’s picking up pieces and bandaging sores
It’s like she’s fighting for peace when you only want warsIt’s like the light goes in and comes out in a different way
It’s like a prism of color wrapped in the words you say
It’s like I’ve waited forever so what is another day
It’s like it may be raining but my hearts no longer grey© Delia Ross. 2019
Yeps, still love you *sigh*
No matter how you see me, I am what I am (Selfie digiart) 
(Selfie digiart) 
(Selfie digiart) I dropped spoken word of this on my Tuners account the other day…
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He is a masterpiece
My eyes do not deceive
In silhouette of starlight
He gets the best of meA silver crescent moon above in his sky
Under careful watch of his truthful eye
He gives me courage so I have wings to fly
My heart will gladly testifyThere’s never poison in the bait
Or written words that adulate
The path is narrow but always straight
His love leads me to his holy gate (a place I never ache)© Delia Ross. 2019
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me) 
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me) 
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me) 
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me) 
Alex Ebert “Everything you touch turns to gold” (digi art by me) I don’t know how your holiday went but I focused on growth and light. ✌
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I dids a thang! A little spoken word with guitar fingerpicking on my Epiphone acoustic (it’s free to listen on Tuners, no download needed). My fingers are raw and it barely cracks a minute! I have terrible stage fright so this is not easy to do.
🤓 https://tuners.io/tracks/13355
He is the strength of a mountain with branches made of youth
He is a gentle stream of power pouring kindness over you
He has the eyes of a telescope and his focus is on truth
He’s got the sky in his eye and the colors always blue© Delia Ross. 2019
Alex Ebert digi art by me -
For my muse – there’s only ever been the one
He evokes poetry on the tongue
He puts words in my thumb
He makes the darkness go numb
He makes the daylight comeA visual walking masterpiece
He sees through the worst of meHe lives in a world I’ll never be able to cross into
A star so bright he can pierce through –
Any structure, any crack or dark avenue
He’s teaching me how to be human too
He suffers the way you and I do
I hate it but it’s trueAn archangel of the highest order –
Though probably not a title he’d gladly hoarderI see him in a different color
Where blackness is always dullerHis mind is so expanse he’s more than genius
His message is love just like Jesus 🙂
He should be my life thesis 🙂
(Fuck, he’ll probably see this) 🙂
((I’m not trying to start a war I promise))BUT I AM FUCKING GLAD FOR HIS EXISTENCE
Well, he’s perfect yes
Even when he’s not at his best
And so yeah, I love him more than all the rest
I’m sorry if that will put you to the test
I am not a threatRespect, admiration, freelove
It’s a gift from above
(I am just a little dove)
And so I am thankful forever of..
“HAPPY LIKE A BROKEN RECORD” inspired by Alexander Ebert 1000% of the time (photo edits by me)
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In my lair 
Nocturnal mistress 
Tell me about all the things you hate about me again… 
Absolutely no filter and me as of twenty minutes ago 
Where most of the magic happens (or crying) 
After dark is my favorite time 
Tell me do they fill the places I’m void in you? 
Do you think you could ever love me too? 
Yes? No? Maybe? 
Am I only loved in half light? 
I always dream of you xxoo 
So goodnight, sweet dreams… -
I just sort of died.
Nothing more to be said.
No inspiration coming through.
No motivation going out.
Silence. Isolation. Despair.
Gasping for an inch of life.
A real connection.
Anything other than stars to make it better.
More than planets.
Give me wonder on Earth.
In man.
Make me believe I matter again.
Finding the best of the worst.
In any cup.
Empty. Depleted. Agony.
I don’t want T.V.
I don’t want sunshine.
I just want the one thing that I’ll never have.
Love.
Care.
Help.
Concern.
I exist as a slave to the system only.
One I fought and protected.
Some can’t handle the truth.
I keep discovering more.
Must retreat.
Must nurture the dark now.
Feast on it.
Feel things inside me die.
Like hope.
Dreams.
Reason.
More pain now.
To cover the broken spots.
More calluses forming.
More soul bleeding.
Leaking into nothingness.
Becoming one with it.
Acceptance.
I am nothing.
I am no more.
But something new dying.
Which results in me crying.
I don’t even try.
The warmth on my cheek is soothing.
Let it thaw you.
All things die.
Fertilizer for regrowth.
Play in the ashes.
Taste the salt.
Rub it on a wound.
More coming soon.
More death. More dying.
Starving.
For anything.
A touch.
Yes.
Importance.
Maybe.
Invisibility.
Reality.
I don’t want food.
I need a kiss.
A hug.
A worth.
I own the night.
This is my playground.
Lu offers refuge.
Massaging my despair.
Wanting to nest my soul.
Come on sweetheart.
I’ll pull out the red carpet.
Don’t worry about the blood.
It too will pass.
I’ll walk beside you in this land.
Would you like a hand?
Another bargain perhaps?
Apophis is coming.
One decade left.
What is it worth?
Everything hurts.
He’s right, again.
Cunning and always right.
A white hole now black.
More night.
Can’t see color in the dark.
One final place for my thoughts.
They congregate in my halls.
I want them to fuck off.
They will.
As they are killed.
I slaughter and murder them.
So I can’t feel.
I can see everything clearly now.
And that too hurts.
Make me blind.
I never want to see again.
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Conversations you’d rather have with somebody else
Written so many lines there’s none even left
I wish this pain could be stored on a shelf
Left with a label for another to regret
No expiry date, no value for theft
Just a community chest for the depressed© Delia Ross. 2019
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