The Picture

The future is missing any sun

Replay

Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming

Round and Wound

Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.

Toxification

This poem IS NOT about the guy I'm crazy in love with.

Lost and Found

I'll drop your heart in the lost and found

Earned

Learnings and hard earnings

Blue

Maybe I'm not what they need

Fake

She's a pyramid scheme

Veil

Poem + digiart

Curtains

People change but nothing changes

Needs

He gives her everything and she gives him unfaithfulness

Angels Among Us

Micropoem + angelic digiart

Christmas Mourning

Christmas mourning freestyle rhyme

Red

Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me

The Way Forward

The way forward is forgiveness not revenge

Veil

Place a temple where the love is waning

Tension

After midnight freestyle

Rage

Letting this love sink with the lies

Fool’s Gold

Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...

Ought To Know

All a man has is his word but he doesn't even have that...

Seeds of Descent

Bleeding in rhyme and real time

Warnings

She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...

Likes and Comments

Don't just hit like, read!

Cognitive Dissonance

Who will save the sane?

Underworld

Ah, love in the underworld; sinks fangs into flesh (succulent)

Dead Anyway

All woe is me post halloween

Safehouse

He left me high and dry

Perfect Form

"Gimme that cold shoulder like “brrr” I make a snow cone with it, sir" - Alexander Ebert

What Would Edgar Do?

Dear Poe, I need answers...

Graveyard

Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.

Grudges

Cast not the first stone... (super late night freestyle remorse/regret)

A Visit From Lu Part 4

A Visit From Lu Part 4

Carcinogen

Like a fucking yoyo we are but if I wanted a fag, I could pop down to the store...

Cowardice

He loves us, he loves us not

Hope Nope

Hope is a dead star

Writers

Nothing is real. I cannot feel.

The Trouble With Forever

Commitment issues are his running shoes

A Visit From Lu Part 3

A Visit From Lu Part 3 (new poetry series)

Come Back

MOOD

Identity

Just a little poem about ego

Caught Between the Devil

Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing...

Hunter

I thought I was just a gatherer but I suppose I am a huntress as well.

Nightlight

Hope is a fragile thing

CONFUSION FRONT AND CENTER

His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion

Cold Front

I wasn't prepared for winter

Feathers

Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache

Exiled

Banished from his heart

King of Sorrows

He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.

Eyes Open

*sigh* seething

Candor

Does he really mean the terrible things he says about me?

Truth Comes Hard

Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)

Nothing

Your love is a supermassive black hole

Undiscovered

Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.

Drowning

I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...

I’m So Scared

This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.

Fog

They care not while I rot.

Haunting

He is everywhere inside me. A micropoem about confusion and worry. And a little bit of love.

Aligned

Letting go is so hard. I can't. I love him. I shouldn't but I do... 😦

Sun and Moon

I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.

Intro

The cost of mistakes, the price of reason

Netherworld

A poem about the devil in hell or about depression. Depression IS hell.

Armor

I know not anything.

Lived and Learned

All the things I've done and want to do. Truth is, I only want you. A tragic poem which contains an ounce of hope. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy. 😊

Yearning

I need him

Event Horizon

I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.

Dark Alleyway

The lure of fucking love. A poem. A micropoem about purgatory, longing, desire.

RSVP Declined

A poem about cancelled friendships

Seek Me, See Me Not

What you want is right before your eyes...

No title

The world sleeps It passes noise for confusion Sleep for delusion Death it still creeps © Delia Ross. 2019

Made of Steel

A poem about how hard we make life for one another.

My Son Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow

WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.