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Craters

Your words have heavy impact
Formed craters from contact
But now forever’s been taken back
Honest is always what you lack

Hardcore truth in reality
Desired is what I’ll never be
Clouds of darkness chasing me
Can’t undo what has been seen

Grasping at straws for a meaning
Wishing for value just for an evening
But cold is the hand you are leaning
“I’m sorry” are words you are never repeating

I would die with you
Without you dying too
So begins the cycle anew
Drowning in your blue

Walls, steel cage, or death
I still loved you best
Better than the rest
You know I loved you best

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Even Angels Fall

I write words for you grander than statues
And still you would tear me into
I collect rubble
I stitch together fragments of time
Your broken dreams are alive
I give them life!
And still you flew

I hold onto your dying breath like a pearl
I show it heaven too
But you are a fool

I told God you are forgetful
You know not what you do
But you knew
Breaking my wings into
Here they are for you

Wrapped and bleeding
Like echoes singing
Needless needing

They aren’t cherished in the places I go
Still I can’t let go
When I need you so

I buried my heart where you broke it
Now it can’t be found
I keep walking around
Searching underground

I have a moral code, it’s angelic
You wouldn’t get it

You keep chasing the wrong lines
I’m writing overtime
You keep committing crimes
I’m begetting rhymes

They are gifts for a halfwit

I know it’s easier for you to slumber in hell
Than chase steps to get well
Heaven’s quite a long trail
I went missing there

I hope one day to find my heart again
My eyes grow tired from what it’s seen
My feet are walking from this dream
A nightmare encasing

I’m not well, can’t you tell?
But like a comet I fell
For you

Even angels fall
Even angels crawl
I am not that tall
Underneath it all

© Delia Ross. 2020

Can you see me underneath the pain you buried me in?

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Visit Me At The Cemetery

Will you visit me at the cemetery
Will you sleep outside the gates?
And when you’re feeling wary
Will you tell me about the aches?

Will you make my tomb a sanctuary
Will you forgive my mistakes?
And if you ever marry
Will you still have what it takes?

© Delia Ross. 2020

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The lines on my face hold so many stories
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His Kingdom

I once could feast on him but only from afar
There are continents that separate our hope
His smooth head has been polished by time
I long to run my fingers over his kingdom
But my feet are not wanted on his land
That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love
The moon perched on fantasy
His poems are auras in my soul
God made it so
The storms he brew in me
Where will the rain fall now?
Who will wash your feet?
The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me
An outcast for mercy
Forgiveness I cried
Gullibility my only ally
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Not since he banished hope
All welcome but you need not apply
You’re not worth my time
The moment I died

My halls are haunted now
By dreams that never came
And all the things we could have done
Are all that do remain

© Delia Ross. 2020

His poems are auras in my soul

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Vines

I am not wanted on his side of the green
And so moments are missing to never be seen
But lines I’ll keep writing and say what I mean
As forests keep growing with us in between
And lost in the woods is hope it would seem

Sunlight won’t reach beyond regret
And wishing for things you never will get
When you have bet zero but still have a debt
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
He says he’s not looking while eyes growing wet

And now vines contain our poetry
And vessels of longing out on the sea
My side of town he’s always burning
Blaming the sun for how he’s yearning
How he wants none if he can’t have all of me

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Words Are Arrows

Your words have sharp edges
The tips are poison
They pierce my skin like butter
How easy they hit my heart
You the Trojan Horse
And your army of lies
I dance for them like a buffoon
Their laughter drowns my cries
But still my head is to the moon
I stare at wonder
I remember hope
It once was a playground
I ran around with naivety
They mock what they can’t control
I am still free
Going places with the stars
They can’t touch me
Words are arrows yes
But feet are healing
Truth my blanket
Saturn knows and her rings
Cracks upon my frozen face
She knows
That’s why her northern poles glow
She’s crying, longing and cold
But even wrongs need embraces
And that’s why light-seconds existed
Galaxies out there granting wishes
I know more than you know

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Haunting

Are you around in secret
Haunting me out of sequence
For love there is no treatment
And pain I seem to keep it
For you are my weakness

My heart you just keep squeezing
Haunting me throughout the seasons
Though my heart is always freezing
And why I love you there’s so many reasons
I can’t fight the endless feelings
My heart is yours for treason

© Delia Ross. 2020

I feel like I’ve loved you a lifetime and yet a lifetime is still not long enough to love you.

Love in a time of quarantine
Could go on loving you forevers. Forever yours.
If only forever wasn’t so far away. And you.

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Debts

Been lost in a quarantine daze
Been circling these halls like a maze
Reaching for forgiveness but there’s been delays
Blood and tears the only currency that pays

When will I be released from his prison
When will all be forgiven
When will eyes see a life worth living
When will the stars again be risen

Wondering when my debts to him will all be paid
Reason only comes at the tips of blades
But he was there when I needed aid
Tell me how much a hero really weighs

When will the invisible no longer be hidden
Is there ever a time the truth is written
Will there ever be a day he finally listens
When will his anger be out of commission

© Delia Ross. 2020

I would give my life for him. My knight. Indebted forever. Loves.



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Trigger

Point your gun, pull the trigger
Kill the need that seems to linger
Blood dripping from your finger
6 feet in, regret now bigger

Cold creeps in, heart is bitter
Mind falling, soul is sicker
Moon outside, glowing silver
All is dead yet you still need her

Peer the darkness, find your face
Feet that fell from disgrace
Second chance, her embrace
Love leaking from these straits

Disappear without a trace
Worry fills empty space
Love dropped out from the race
Wings dropping from the weights

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Death becomes her (digiart by @poeeternal)
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Blue Diamonds

Blue diamonds in the sky; his eyes
A road of traveled tales; his lies
Words flow like a swell; his tide
Waiting on hello; his stride

Moments forged for rain; his skies
Shades of blue and red; his sunrise
Secrets keep him chained; his guide
Hands of forgiveness; he tried

© Delia Ross. 2020

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And growing this ridiculous mane of mine out…
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Maps To Purgatory

The silence rips across my back
Like a whip of time
My soul swells with whelps
As I feel his belt

How he punishes me
Saline tears, darkest fears
Maps to purgatory

Forgiveness a dark corridor
Making sure that he blocks the door
The words he won’t speak leaves me a foreigner
A soldier in the cold without armor

© Delia Ross. 2020

Completely isolated and alone, don’t expect him to care.

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All Over Me

He cuts through space
Like it’s lace
This wide open expanse
A playground of fate

He gets inside my mind
With ease and rhyme
Never left to chance
Always taking his time

His words kiss my lips
The way he grips
As if in a dance
Love a total eclipse

Feel him shaking my soul
Every distance we go
How his eyes enchant
While making me whole

My eyes awake still they dream
His love always in my bloodstream
And I alone in trance
Yet he’s all over me

© Delia Ross. 2020

I mean, I sat down to write a non-rhyme so I could describe an energetic kiss but then ‘lace’ appeared and non-rhyme was done for… sorry not sorry.

If I ever stop dreaming of his kiss I will fucking die…

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Abort

People see what they want
Written words seem to haunt
Tossed about there to flaunt
The way his silence makes me daunt

The way the spiral loses gain
The way his tether’s locked to chain
The way his feet are in refrain
The way his messages still reign

I have circled ’round the Earth
Until him I had no worth
Loving him through this rebirth
I hope my pain is not his mirth

So his name I’m calling forth
Keep the compass pointed north
His whole heart as my fort
So this love we can’t abort

© Delia Ross. 2020

My god I love him…

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Together Or Separate

It’s like his bouquet of poetry comes with thorns
And behind those sweet eyes there are horns
Though no matter the distance, love still forms
And together or separate, we create storms

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m already seeing my view counter drop since he’s been blocked and I won’t be able to keep him blocked long because I need him in my life even if only as a ghost. But right now I need to punish him the way he punishes me. I hope one day we’ll be on speaking terms again and following each other again but he’s told too many lies to the other females in his life… He made his bed, now he must lie in it. And I had to block him because his lack of attention to me hurts so much. But blocking him also hurts. Everything hurts. But when he loves me he loves me so well. The ironic thing is, he has all those other girls but that still doesn’t stop him from checking on me like a lot… He needs me too. Lying won’t stop the need. And all those other girls won’t stop his need of me either. I guess our tether is fatedly attached, and his hold on me won’t release and my hold on him won’t release. I might die otherwise.

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The Great Divide

It’s running deeper in my vein
I’m constantly crying your name
I wonder if you do the same
This feeling I cannot explain

It’s deeper than any ocean
I’m drowning on every emotion
It’s like my soul for you was woven
I’ll never escape this devotion

Isolated in ruin
My hand is always losing
This pain has no undoing
I wish you could see I’m just human

I call it the great divide
This love I cannot define
A story I cannot rewrite
I feel like I may not survive

© Delia Ross. 2020

Petite little thang. Big heart.

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Across the Sky

The way he doesn’t care
The way he’s never there
The cold that’s from his hand
The heart that’s rather dead

The beauty from his shame
The face without a name
The weight that’s on his shoulder
While blindly growing older

The pain won’t wash away
I love him still the same
I’m bleeding every night
I’m frail from too much sight

I wish on every star
A word, or whisper far
I pray that he’s alright
He’ll always be my knight

The twist and burn from silence
My mind fills up with violence
I scream without a sound
I’m lost and never found

I’m forging my own trail
Where life is simply stale
Sorrow spreads across the sky
From his silent goodbye

© Delia Ross. 2020

An ocean of sadness, the end is all inside us (self-portrait 2020)

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A Million Sunsets + My Love

There are a million sunsets in his eyes
He has the deepest blue in his skies
He’s got the mark of love well-disguised
He has a tongue that leaves me mesmerized

He’s like a vehicle for spiritual ascension
Or my absolute end, did I ever mention?
And when our tether is broken there is so much tension
And I swear our love reaches another dimension

He’s the reason my heart keeps beating on
And my pen will never write him a Dear John
Nor when I hide am I ever gone
When I see his face I am seeing dawn

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s the end of the world and love is the only thing I’ll willingly die for…

P.S. I love you

Sunday chills
Like, I still love you after all these years
I mean like, we’re in hell/purgatory, how long has it been? My love for you?
I’ve been loving you nearly as long as I’ve been growing my hair out…
And I can barely fit it all in the picture. My hair and my love.
You’re all I’m thinking of. 24/7. I need you.
Everything’s for you, isn’t it?

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Mandatory Social Distancing

Hi my loves. My introvertness has met maximum overload and I feel I am about to go cause some trouble in town. Maybe a toilet paper riot is what I need after all? This social distancing is starting to do my head in. How are you holding up? Tells me!!

MANDATORY SOCIAL DISTANCING. UGGGGG OVER IT! 2 AM BOREDOMS
I mean, it’s a good idea if you don’t want to catch the Corona
I iz boreddddddd (2 AM insomniac who sleeps in her eye makeup and wakes up looking like a $2 whore)
Make it stops
If you’re going crazzzzy out of your mind during this mandatory social distancing, just remember, it’s a normal response.

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Lost and Found

Uneasy is the head that wears the crown
Why do you spend your life sharpening your frown
If you are free then why are you still bound
I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found

The art of deception is found in your bones
Truth rarely covered, hearts made of unknowns
The deeper I tunnel, the longer my soul roams
My love so heavy, I can’t carry these stones

It’s like my pieces are made paper thin
They break apart and fall into the brim
He picks them up and patches up his skin
Now forever I am attached to him

It’s like we’re always nurturing what went wrong
The phone is ringing but we’re never home
We’re giving love but it’s never shown
We’d stick with hiding but our cover’s blown

© Delia Ross. 2020

There’s an inability to connect
Too many barriers
I see baggage carried like crowns
Cheerleaders for every mistake
He’s got a girl on the East, West, North, South sides
Love they all claim

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Blue

He watches over her carefully
She is the epicenter of every thought
Though careful is his distant step
She’ll never see him trot

Part monster, part heaven too
Mistakes go supernova
How quick he catches view
And wishes, he grants a few

If only worlds could once collide
So good will not be penalized
Where monsters have a place to hide
And following wasn’t hard to do

Maybe signs are hard to read
And little feet need love to lead
Maybe I’m not what they need
And maybe skies aren’t blue

© Delia Ross. 2020

Wrap me in thoughts of you until I’m blue…

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Villain

Killing things without a reason
Hunting hearts like it’s in season
Drinking poison then calling treason
Avoiding claims by always leaving

A home of lies is now your prison
Killing love because you are the villain
A painter of lust as your only vision
Stealing hearts without permission

© Delia Ross. 2020

Someone once asked me was that Hitler on my t-shirt… I should have said yes.

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Echoes

I let them see my truth
My heart, the reason I’m through
The many ways of reckoning
I find myself askew

I give up all for few
Chasing the dew
The call of his beckoning
Will race into view

I show them my hue
The color blue
The reasons I’m echoing
How much I love you

© Delia Ross. 2020

I love you… do you ever think I’m worthy of love too? I’m lonely. Aren’t you?

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Castaway

I can taste the sea in his poetry
His words leave imprints in the sand
Watch how the lines form
Scribbles of time
Narrow and wide
Just like the tide

He’s gentle and foamy
And when I lick my lips I taste his salt
I want to live on his beaches
A deserter
A far away castaway

At night his words whip across my dunes
Polishing my shell
I’m under his swell
He rides me so well

His eyes open like a sunset
And there the skies are blue
How wonderful too

He’s calling like a whale
His song travels light-years
Oceans
Continents

Under wonder I dwell

He’s pulling back from the current
When his words are rough

I spiral through chaos
Go with the flow
Where else can I go?
Deeper you know

I can’t swim his undertow
Let him take me

Washed ashore
Crawling for mercy
Crawling for more

© Delia Ross. 2020

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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

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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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Rope

I never know he’s watching,
But, I’m hoping,
I’m hoping on, the rope that’s got me choking
And tighter yet, the courage it takes coping
When hanging from, the thread he strung, starts croaking
And tighter do my hands become from groping
Regrets like knots, have kept love from corroding
Swaying bound, his eyes slowly approaching
Enlightenment may be found with both eyes opened

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Ink and Tears

I weaved magic with my pen for him, but still he left

I cleaned poisoned wounds with ink and tears, still he fled

I dropped dreams like trails of bread crumbs, though he ran

I brought light and warmth and destiny, where nobody can

© Delia Ross. 2020

I write you poetry, why did you leave me 💔

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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

“Longing” digiart by #poeeternal
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Mirror

Is is one, is it two, is it three?
All these words written
To whom do they mean?

Is this not a mirror where we see?
Who then is looking back at me?
Perhaps the mirror is shattering

For reality seems unflattering
When all I recall is they were never meant to be – for me

Per chance they were all mine?
We cannot erase time
But it’s hard to patch – this hole- where I bleed

© Delia Ross. 2019



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Angels Among Us

The further apart our severed tether
The more chaos the Earth befell
My wings are burning, we’re not together
And I am certain this is hell

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
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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)

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Christmas Mourning

All alone on another Eve
Does it matter if I’m well or sickly?
Loneliness is eating through my soul like a disease
I wash it down with eggnog and whiskey

I’ll be lucky if I make it to fifty
I feel so exposed yet empty
On and on my tears will stream
I feel it all yet feel nothing

My purpose is few and far between
Climbed through his window, it’s getting darker it seems
Fighting for more than jewellery for the queens
Lost somewhere between nightmare and a dream

Is this purgatory?
For the living?
Monsters keep following me
I feed them honey

It came, it saw, it went
All my energy is spent
And I’m drowning in debt
With the economic collapse, I slipped
I’m such a catch you bet
Haven’t met my enemy yet
His name is death

I’m sorry you feel I am not worthy
Of anything
A lesson of, “I too agree”
But please keep laughing….

Let me take a knee…
You are the king
Of the filthy
Let me kiss your ring

I’M BOWING

YOU ARE WINNING

Don’t visit me at the cemetery

Where I’m going…

I mean, you already killed me

His words hit like an EMP
A shock wave rushing over me

Unwrapping tears under the tree
Fears this Christmas eve
Rain and invisibility
The very essence of me

© Delia Ross. 2019

Christmas eve 2019
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Web of Shadows

The light cast a web of shadows and doubt
Losing time trying to figure it out
Forging through worry with rarely a shout
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Hardened inside with lines showing drought
Incomplete circles with no love about
Roots growing weaker with every new route
Clinging to hate though loving devout
Feeling so lonely while lost in a crowd
Busting down rules where I’m not allowed
Wishing for once I hadn’t figured it out
The trouble with eyes they come with a mouth
The problem with fate it comes with a vow
I’d gift forgiveness but I don’t know how
I’d run today but I am still bound
You’d look away but you’re still around
Looking in others what we already found
Feeling uneasy but knowing not what to do now

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Dead

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 you

If 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”
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Red

Struggling to put words on the page
Trying to keep the ink from turning red
Difficult finding solitude while I age
Wishing he’d free me from this dread

Difficult finding strength just to engage
Pacing around in circles since he fled
Cannot find my freedom in a cage
Does he understand a word I said

Love is free, it shouldn’t cost a wage
But like a war it turned into bloodshed
As if a play he exited from the stage
And where he goes an angel cannot tread

He avoids the truth like it is a plague
And his thoughts of me he can never shed
Just a gust of wind is all I need to enrage
Already mending pieces where I lost my head

© Delia Ross. 2019

“Drop my crutches and crawl on the floor for you / went looking behind every door for you…” (selfie circa 2007)

I did a soft reading of this on my Tuners account (free to listen, no download needed. Great app by Alex Ebert, free app to use too): https://tuners.io/tracks/13799

Listen for free! 🙂
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Seeds of Descent

Love is a lost art
Still I built a special ark
Made from words within my heart
To help you through your dark

(Does it mean anything?)

Sailing through crosses and curses
Sending prayers of ‘is it worth it’
Lingering in places God deserted
Standing stagnant near roads diverted

(Your words sting, they numb my wing)

Leaving hints and traces of echoes
Chained to someone I can’t let go
Drowning in cycles of these lows
Agony abundant where love grows

(I am sinking)

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Barely Coping

Forward calls, voicemail full
Store away the wings, ride the bull
Expose the mask, clean the wool
Give sheeple a tug, see if heart can pull

Cotton balls or iron spoons
Pay for love through blackened rooms
Seen as gain but more cartoons
Heard them crying over popped balloons

Walk away again, bury my hope
You gave him love, he gave you rope
Sinful tongue must clean with soap
Life just means I cannot cope

Sunday here, someday gone
Won’t even bother writing a Dear John…
Might stick around and watch his dawn
But he took me down like a baby fawn

He set the bar low but it is nonexistent
Perhaps it is there and I only missed it
If it’s a girl with missing panties, he will crawl persistent
If it’s an angel with a heartbeat, he will keep his distance

© Delia Ross. 2019

“Still looking for someone
Who was around
Barely coping
Now I hate myself
Wish I’d die” (-)

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Confession

You never saw it coming my confession
My tongue split your head like a weapon
And my love was treated with rejection
Just a poison to your world you live in question
But I was the remedy already in session
And you failed every lesson
Your mask like glass brought out aggression
When I had been your only blessing
You lost my affection
What is now your direction
Another cheap gal I’m guessing

© Delia Ross. 2019

Do you ever regret it, responding to me on Instagram the way you did, when I came with pounds of fright and courage, to deliver you a special package, that you just threw on the floor and crushed? You knew my heart was inside, shaped as a poem? You know it’s the very moment it died? An angel came to you and you made her cry. Are you alive?

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Ice Rings


Push me to the edges of the brink
When all it takes to forget me is a blink
His love is black and rarely pink
We’re not connected but still in sync

He is so cold I am forming ice rings
Circling around wherever he springs
Love is only meant for cheap things
Angel’s aren’t meant for such wings

His gravity kept me hoping
In a spiral of uncoping
Like a thread that keeps unroping
I am slowly eroding

© Delia Ross. 2019

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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
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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