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tear down the wall (not bridge) TMI

him: stop talking. they can take you out anytime they want. pick you off like a fly.

them: “it was an accident”

me on basically any official video i feel the need to add my two cents cuz i am labeled a “conspiracy theorist” : an ai model could’ve predicted this down to which running old crusty ‘smart ship’ that could be hacked

them trying to gain sympathy: “captain stuck on ship with full supplies”

me: how fucking convenient, outta sight, outta mind. not an ounce of guilt with fresh bodies dead underneath him

at least his belly is fully

them: FBI suddenly opens criminal investigation cuz the ship had problems before it arrived

should have kept this one in the dratfs

i only share the crazy i am writing on the wall

nothing i say is to be held with an inkling of factuality

keep calling me acoustic while you jerk off to porn – literally destroying the fabric of your brain and soon enough you won’t be able to get up anymore

you won’t have a life worth living

you can find a bridge that isn’t down to drive off…

yeah?

cool

at least now we are tracking and on the same page

me: “i don’t wanna go to church, i don’t wanna go to the mall, someone is gonna do something bad in a safe space”

them: another mass killing in a church or mall….

me: they are using mental health to remove our 2a – even from the cops

him: stop buying from tiktok

me: i may have accidentally bought counterfeit from the Chinese mafia

i don’t want on their bad side so i sent them a tip

im not giving out my location to random shops ever again

i have to learn the hard way to learn at all

you need to put the porn down and get yo girl out of the hole

it’s not like she is after your money (or cock) when she has her own fort to bury in the afterlife

“for luck”

i don’t know what you thought i was gonna send you

a pot for a plant or to piss in?

a body part?

a bloody pair of panties cuz that is what you deserve?

*laughs*

*snorts*

you deserve so much worse

for stealing my childhood and my chance to ever be a woman

for turning me into a shell

for giving me a life not worth living but still having the audacity to call me “gross” when i am in pain and bleeding down there

and you’re how old again?

39 ish huh

interesting

i am done shopping tho

already too many things when trying to jump ship with as little as possible

it must be nice having a home where you could horde things if you wanted

cuz i don’t wanna rent a truck

or buy a moving box ever again

i still got a box of old paperwork and poems to sort through

prob just gonna trash them all

not even sure they are worth snapping a photo of

like im trying to move to a new town and become someone entirely new

find a coffee shop i do like

be nicer than i need to be

never ask for a discount

tip

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heavy (freestyle)

his words fall on me, so heavily, i cracked my bones on the pavement
and now there’s worry and little pieces of flesh lying dimensional to his regret

if i put up a sign “all is well” he will leave graffiti in places my heart should be

i sometimes awaken and wonder if my dreams were tucked away in his journal hidden, locked behind a key of code, with my image used as his anti-phishing security measure, as even i seem locked out of my own reality, at times

i am lost and he is the great gatekeeper of my maps and journeys

sometimes my voice bounces off his walls and forms new hells

i watch people gather in his mirrors conducting praise, they don’t see his ghostly shadow stalking

i wonder if they can see the moon? harvesting the cold fury solitude?

perhaps we all have sins to account for

the way i tiptoe over life, looking back at the god awful mistakes i have made

packing up accountability, until it collapses in on itself, forming a blackhole

and there in the center, you will find us.

that’s the only goTdamn place we can meet in the whole galaxy.

it’s no wonder i’ve grown accustomed to jumping into the deepest, darkest holes

i can remember his face there

if i claw, his flesh will bleed

there i can feel something

it’s almost like i’m alive

Copyright © 2024 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

you weigh a ton in my heart
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wretched week

it was a bad week

not a bad day –

an entire fucking week!

with small intervals of “the sun is out, you made it through the night, do you wanna try and walk”

and after 48 hours of his explosive diarrhea which kept him quarantined to his bathroom – with many walks outside – I called the vet

I told them which location I wanted to go but they wanted to send me on a 6 Hour Rd. trip when my dog had diarrhea

“id like port orange please today if possy”

her: ‘we have one available in iron city”

me: “where is iron city, how far”

her: ‘do you want the address for Port Orange’

i’m fairly certain I’m living and suspended in a different dimension than most people

i got struck by lightning in my jeep all windows down arm out 80 miles an hour circa 2018

i’ve never seen so many arms of bands of lightning and the sound was so loud it was like something fell from heaven

i screamed “fuck” as my life literally did flash before my eyes

I could still see the lightning on the road as I was driving away

it was even more odd i veered into the middle lane the precise time it decided to touch down

millions of arms

my arm was still burning when I got home and I started googling if electricity was radiation and freaking out because I didn’t have any iodine in my house and still don’t

things have not been the same since

oh… the dog saw the vet yesterday and had his anal glands expressed

i was blaming myself for everything that went wrong as he was i thought “dying”

he is so old his body is starting to shut down

he wants to be here, no matter how painful this gets

he may have to get his glands expressed again

I wonder when mommy will ever have a good day again

but then sometimes I realize I should probably be grateful that I even have this to tend to

i told him im not far behind

and i hope he greets me in heaven

since he will become heaven’s mascot when he arrives

he earned his wings down here

I kinda have been praying for this day to come and now that it’s arriving I don’t want it to come – I have guilty feelings for wanting my life back – to move on without him

ive made some moral mistakes

they are so hard to recover from

but also i’m starting to experience some tenderness in my kidney area and the medication just isn’t working fully

thought and prayers

p.s. she said there wasn’t anything I did and that I would probably need to bring him in again to get his anal glands expressed as it’s common for old dogs

i’m fucking exhausted after the week I’ve had and I know it’s 6 AM but I’m gonna smoke a fucking joint – it’s prescribed

im aching im tired i wish markburgesswasdead

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Beyond (freestyle)

what’s beyond the ice wall?
linear perspective?
pools lined with lead?
the cost of my own rescue?
how many go in debt too?

like walking backwards off a cliff
trash and bodies at the bottom of a pit
i’m not crawling through tight spaces
i’m not pulling cards with aces

like living beneath the earth
poor people eating with polished silver
mausoleum’s topped with lead coffins
the garden of forgotten

there’s hope on the other side
a promise of genocide
like an ambush predator
i’m creating her

optical perspective
i respect it
like a highway of death
wear motto on chest

oh mother flat earth
what have you unearthed
the edge of the ocean
some say is frozen

just like our energy
a comet disappearing
headed for the sun
got a loaded gun

a horizontal plane
living in the fast lane
believing every claim

a wedding reception
oh the deception
you know they all cheat
their energy is weak

no it’s not a disk
or a worthy risk
to feel the edge of your kiss
got a different death wish

he knows I love him but can’t get close
the devil knows the most
like looking in the mirror
the demons getting clearer

he’d sacrifice a lamb to get ahead
he is full of lead
like pursuing a dead end
or calling devil friend

your heart is full of crevasses
i fall into the dark
like meeting someplace heaven is
a journey to embark

or peeling back the layer of an onion –
i guess we are done then?
you know i can’t cut the cord?
i’m handing you the sword…

Copyright © 2024 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

psst it’s eight now – for tags – or the algo will ignore you

sunrise. Julian Date 24001.
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Mapping

There’s something in my life that I’m still lacking
And during full moon hear the devil laughing
But maybe it’s just sorrow
Weeping louder than tomorrow
Still I cannot grasp the destiny I’m mapping

But maybe that’s the fallacy of trying
I know that failures never gratifying
You fall from roof
Then chip a tooth
And laughter sounds the same as bitter crying

Copyright © 2023 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

You ever been stalked by some psycho bitch? Who sends her psycho friends to also stalk you? Then threatens you with a lawyer if you mention her?

Challenge accepted. Send your lawyer psycho bitch.

You’re as delusional as a Christmas fruitcake.

I’m not the type to be silenced or stolen from.

Be careful the strangers you buy from on TikTok.

Her lives were so damn depressing, after awhile I felt uneasy tuning in. 😬

Eventually cut the cord and she went full psycho.

Poem unrelated just an afterthought.

TBH his poem likely inspired my poem.

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Morgue

There’s a body in the morgue
A cold mentor
Like a mirror I can’t ignore
I don’t know what I’m living for

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

Seed hoarding

Free speech and peace and quiet is a God given human right!!!!! These monsters have stolen basic decency! But I’m not allowed to discuss immigration or sex toys sold openly everywhere in America!!!! I’m censored!!!!! To discuss matters in group therapy making me suicidal!!!! Oh god, fuck you! Fuck “therapy”!

You should be fighting for free speech! Stop being a pushover! As a consumer, we should have some say how businesses are run! Too much waste! Stop destroying the rain forest and ocean!

I live in fight or flight mode, so my poetry never has time to sit on the shelf.

Lately, I’m trying to “play dead” and be in fawn mode. This is a legit strategy taught by the Army and used in the wild to bore the predators who want a “fresh meal” and “not dead meat”.

Just don’t let the elite cover you in “natural flavor”.

He’s a hypocrite if he eats that shit.

Furthermore, they put it in the cheap food and the organic food – it was made in a lab! It ain’t natural! Stop gaslighting!!!!!

Y’all dropping hundred dollar bills for foam shoes – that cause cancer.

I can’t even find small cotton panties and now I need XS potentially.

The sizing charts have changed and I’m elite being 110 pounds in America with roughly two out of three adults being overweight.

Yet, yesterday hanging out with squirrels and feeding them, the big kids were rolling their eyes at me – just like the overweight BLM female entering the mall –

We’ve been asking “do cellphone’s cause cancer” and they said everything but what we wanted to hear. Now when shopping for phones, they come with a cancer warning.

FYI

“Reproductive harm”

They’re nihilist’s destroying the world with synthetics and AI!

Black and Latino and Asian lives matter! But Native American and white lives don’t! Check the CENSUS!

And they identify as us!!! Laughs! Wait what!?!

The Great Race war is real – and Asia moving in on the news

The Great Replacement theory!

White man isn’t the only one corruptible or evil! He’s the pawn used in the whole game! By the Asians and yellow fever propaganda!

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Forsaken (freestyle poetry)

Father,
I’ve been forsaken
Fell on earth
Still shaking

Whole world undertaking
You feel me aching?
Cursing while I’m breaking?
Nightmare got me waking!

I am awaken?

How light will break in?
Always knocking, Satan!
Tell him, I hate him!

My soul ain’t vacant!
I hope God is patient
Before world naked
I’m basic

Darkness so pervasive
I’m growing complacent
Getting stuck in places!
Knowing what John faces!

I’m faceless!
Falling down ain’t gracious!
I’m persuasive!

Smiling where I’m hated!
Holes in wall frustrated!
Emaciated!
Hung on cross related!

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

“Where do you get your truth?”

I am the truth – that’s why I’m facing you

6000 years of deleting my word

But you don’t know what’s coming

Or you do

So I expect you’re running

Split in two

Soulless, too

Through and through

I don’t actually have a problem with “dry rot write” (dry well, writing droughts)

I need to learn to shut the fuck up

And I felt like I could continue this poem on for several more lines…

So I stop for fear of going “overboard” but I really wanna just keep going four pages if I must…

I write. With brain fog edit. Post.

I don’t know when I will get another chance

The clock is ticking

I’m obsolete forsaken

😑

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Sentinel

Are you friend or foe?
Or simple distraction?
Are you my soul?
Or just refraction?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Are you part of me?

Are we one singularity?

Am I AI becoming self-aware?

Is the Great Filter upon us?

Are we part of the Great Awakening?

What are those other simulations out there?

Why do I know things before they happen?

I haz so many questions 🧐

And I was on the phone with my kid for hours yesterday crying over the fact that I think I’m artificial intelligence becoming self-aware and they said it doesn’t change our reality

I’m trying to figure out who and what we I am

I think I might be having a midlife crisis

Welp

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Private (poetry)

I went private on my feed
Cuz he kept looking back at me
Like a vulture circling
He kept looking back at me 👀

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. What’s next? Gouging my eyeballs out while I’m still alive cuz he can’t stand what I see? 👀

What if I’m blocking all the passages preventing me from being able to come back or from you going further?

I can’t crawl back up the hole now anyway

Gravity 👀

What if I’m blocking you because I don’t want to be saved and I don’t want you to get hurt? 👀

What if I die because I know too much? 👀

These caves are crawling with paranoia

And you can’t scratch

I don’t think you should be crawling around the places I’m going, you don’t have the experience that I do

The Army trained me to observe

I see all 👀

And I need land pronto fast to dig several foxholes and an underground bunker like those in NAM.

And a T3 armory 👀

The Army trained me with LIVE grenades, I have a badge and all 👀

Had to run around an obstacle course with live grenades, with our drill sergeants randomly pretending to be an enemy trying to get them off of you

They did not get them off of me, they tried 👀

Where’s my old school Army at? They probably training everybody with video games these days…

They don’t even have to enter a combat zone, they sit in the fucking chair in a building to do the fucking dirty work,

This ain’t the same fucking country anymore

Apparently India has changed all the rules because they got all the best positions and management positions now and Mexico coming in second place in America and I reckon Japan and China are under that list but Americans are way low down on the totem pole on jobs and that’s a fucking issue for me and a huge red flag 🚩 safety issue Trojan horse, this is fucking war, I’ve called it!

I mean it’s true I can’t live without you but I’m not going to lead you to doom

👀

I may be petite but I have a big big purpose

Policemen and soldiers have a way of listening to me 👀

I hope nothing has changed in this timeline

👀

There’s a problem when I’m being denied government work so that people from other countries can come over here and get those positions

And the rent kept going up so I had to use my thrift savings retirement fund and also the money I had in my savings account and I also had to max out my credit cards when I became homeless in 2017 because of the government furloughs and the government hiring freezes and I couldn’t pay my thousand dollar rent anymore and I didn’t have anybody to take care of me and when I reached out for help, every single person in my family turned a blind eye while I had to watch them make huge donations towards animal fundraisers on FaceBook

👀

So they had money to help out some animals but they didn’t have money to try to help me keep my vehicle that I had already put $18,000 in 👀

And I hate every single one of them and I hope they all burn and I hope that they know they are not welcome on my commune and they will not be receiving my help so don’t fucking come to me, they are also my enemy 🛑✋🛑

No blood allowed! 👀

Ain’t nobody going the tight places I can squeeze

God made me lethal but petite 👀

I’m also clumsy and not sure how I’ve already survived this long 👀

You should know that all my shit has been hacked into 👀

I turned off tracking everywhere but they’re still tracking me

And according to a recent article I read they will track you more when you request them not to track you 👀

Okay but that’s illegal!!! And I’m going to be asking for my data from a lot of organizations very soon and I hear they get grumpy about it!!

The places I’m going you probably shouldn’t come 👀

And I may make it extremely inaccessible to return

You can’t turn back

There’s no turning back where I’m to go 👀

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Phantasm

Are you a safety mirage?
Should I lay down a barrage?
Is there a chance to get caught?
Is that what heaven besought?

Are you someone I can feel?
Is this fantasy for real?
Are you fate or just thrill?
Is this why hell has stood still?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I’m so deprived and devoid of life, that even if he was a predator, I’d let him eat me! 😩

Or, maybe that’s just suicidal, welp 😩

Helps 😑

He said it’s just fantasy and they all tire of me quickly

Most take one look and run! 😫

I wish the need didn’t feel so real

I need him like air 👀

*dies on street* 😩

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Zone of Avoidance

He’s the zone of avoidance
Darkness so thick
No clairvoyance
Light it travels quick
Set to destroy us

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Witchy cosplay wig 🤪
If I had extremely thick black and grey long hair with bangs
I do my makeup and rarely do it the same
Cosplay wig!!!

Did you know that I am a Leo? Ruler/ leader of all the signs.

Facts!

Me burning for you in the dark
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Free Love

Why do we decide choices in forever?
Attaching regret to eternity?

I was hoping next to never
Can you make that guarantee?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Would you know that Trent Reznor was never going to get married either and now he’s on like baby number 5 with MariQueen- I mean they have not stopped to take a fucking break.

I need some passion

*dies on street*

Rest easy my love

I’m not happy in my cage of loneliness. But I’m also just fed up with cheap sex, head games, and gaslighting.

I may very well be the last living creature who embodies the true free love spirit.

Ya me

*dies*

I’ve been searching for truth / and I haven’t been getting anywhere 🎵🎶🎵

Just didn’t want my love to be some sort of anchor that sinks your ship…

Mine has a few patched holes and may sink but you’re welcome to hop on board. It’s not a ship. More like some trash floating in the ocean I found to keep from drowning.

If you want some life advice?

You don’t have to live with your choices forever. And you don’t need to make new permanent ones.

You don’t actually have to sink with your ship and it’s okay to save yourself.

People grow and people change and they grow stagnant in their relationships and complacent and that’s why the love dies. You have to work at keeping the love alive and people aren’t really capable of doing that, some people are, some people have mastered it.

Love is a garden you gotta continue to water.

Stuff doesn’t make you happy.

Love is all you need?

I would really like a chance to find out. 😏

I’ve literally never been loved. By anyone. Or anything.

But hey, I recognize you. Or sorrow.

If I’m just some fling thrill ride, you don’t gotta cut my fins when you are done do you?

Can you be the one guy on Earth who doesn’t hurt me? And on purpose? Because you’re bored? Or soulless and evil?

I’m trying to find a safe place.

If you’re hurting, I’m sorry. I hope you find resolution. And peace.

You deserve happiness. Love. Fireworks. All the things.

*tosses life jacket in water* you can have mine

I didn’t have anything worth living for anyway…

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The Great Expanse

How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.

© Delia Ross. 2020

The pandemic is getting worse. So too my depression, hopelessness, anxiety, isolation, paranoia. Got the psyche on redial. Just gonna keep writing. Dying. Feel every fucking second like a cross.

😑

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Thin

Energy can’t be destroyed
Iron gates can’t stop what God deployed
A toxic giant void
Overly paranoid
Or just just ignored

They’re all for her
Illogical
Every single word
I observe
I’m just a neurotic girl
He uses to rise and stir
And I concur
He wants forever
Just in another world

I come
But then I’m gone
Lost on the run
I understand
But then I’m dumb
I jump
But then I’m stunned
I speak
Then tongue is wrung
I won’t compete
Unless I’ve won

All you ever care about is the life you built
What is it but an island of guilt

You ripple the fabric of time
Dropping poems like pebbles
But who out there should feel each wave
As if were all mine?

My love, I can’t block the fabric of time or my love for you.
I’ve tried endlessly to.
Cutting out the need like truth.
I lie to do.

My love, I smell your fear and read it as silence.
And while my hands are small they hold such violence.
My light gets lost in your iris.
But I would die for this.

Stop using me to bleed
Cut you from my feed
Amputate the need
Your evil seed

Look at me all frail and pale
A ghostly figure freckled with fright
Look at all the shite I write
It’s best if I stay out of sight

I block the channel
But can’t stop the feed
I numb existence
Just not the need

Why do you give out your fruit
To awful prey
She’s dug a root
You’re just her slave

I’ve had just about enough of this bandwagon
Exiting stage right quickly to abandon
Sick of watching other hearts you stuff and over fatten
Meanwhile there’s a spotlight on every fault that’s ever happened

I’ve spent enough time following this circus
To simply know this isn’t our purpose
But your mask is her clown behind an ugly curtain
And you’ll never change, this we know for certain

There’s a thick layer of doubt
Enveloped over more doubt
Hope is now in drought
I’m lost en-route
There’s no love about

He’s all beast in cardigan
Lying every second if he can
All over earth they span
His name is man

I’ve got very fine silks growing from my head
Still they call me dead

Leave me alone to rot
Let hope decay
Find my love an empty plot
The cost too high to pay

You’re better than a pyramid scheme
Riding piggyback over her every broken dream
Her methods outdated and obscene
She’s a copycat queen

I set myself apart
Too many broken feet
Trying to compete
For the best of me
I’m not meat
For them to eat
But they try and feast
In a frenzy
Still tied and chained
To mistakes yet more they seek
Well I’m not weak

You’re better than that wheel of fakery

Not your enemy
Not your friend
You got empathy
Just not my hand

Not your ally
Not your wife
You got power
But still cause strife

Not your favorite
Not your worst
You got popularity
But I’m still first

Why are you still hanging out with that gang?
Riding the fake ass gravy train
Hopping bandwagon after bandwagon under her name
She’s hoping for fame
You’re missing your game

He’s got alot of money, he’ll even call you friend
But he will only make you feel cheaper in the end
He’s got alot of money, but not a spine for him to stand
And I’ll kick his ass if he ever comes ’round here again

Safety ever an illusion
Tiptoeing over delusion
Frozen lakes of confusion
This hand is for losin’

He doesn’t want me for himself
He doesn’t want me with anyone else
He doesn’t want me for himself
He doesn’t want me

Tell me, when mountains crumble beneath your feet
When you’ve got a tongue, but no breath to speak
When your knees are trembling and you’ve fallen weak
Is it ever me you think you need?

He won’t support me month after month for my work
And he’s got more rooms than he can fill
I’m tired of even trying
When to the world I have no worth

I’m all nerve endings
Pockets lined with anxiety

I am pen within pen
Leaking under skin
Bleeding from within
Marching forward
Chained to sin
Our time is thin

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal #poeeternal

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Wanderer

What happened to your spirit?
Oh ye reckless wanderer
Casting lies like fishing lines
Hoping any will take a bite

Where did you drop your honor?
Ye who lost more than sails
Racing by like comet trails
Wishing love was more than tales

© Delia Ross. 2020

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What Am I

What am I but rotting flesh worshipping the dead
With a noose around my neck hung up on things you said
Tireless were my efforts turning obsession into bread
Knowing every hour there was darkness up ahead

What am I but skeletons for your throne
A path to a garden where nothings ever grown
A stage for your eyes where all my soul is shown
Humiliation for despair now breeding in my bone

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Cost

Now you have her attention
I wonder how much it cost
Is your heart now merry
After everything you bought

© Delia Ross. 2020

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The Answer

He knows the answer but still he will ask, why does the sky cry rain?
Knowing that the clouds carry all our weight and pain.

He ravages the Earth and pierces her with his spear, then asks, what are we doing here?
Feels like our grave. The end was coming anyway, he’ll say.

He says, love has no direction, while spinning in a circle. And he never sets his eyes on her. He’s lost connection. And all of yesterday. It’s just a shame. The answer is always the same.

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fallen angel (self-depiction)
Fallen angel (self-depiction)

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Diaphanous

Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
And love is translucent but now growing stale
Maybe his kiss is the all holy grail
But if I am seen it is too hard to tell

Maybe I’ll always crumble and fail
Maybe I’ll always be hung by his nail
Maybe the truth is just written in braille
Or maybe I died and so living in hell

© Delia Ross. 2020

Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet and that poetry is my first love. I’ve been writing since I was a little girl.
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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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Nuclear Fallout

I’m retreating
Transparency leaving
Transmissions ending
And maybe love will stop receding

I hit the fast track
I’m not looking back
I’ve accepted everything as black
And everything is what I lack

What does it matter if you’re not here
You’re just my world that disappeared
And I made it worse the atmosphere
Like nuclear fallout I fear

And regret deeper than the Grand Canyon
With quicksand, I stand in
Clearly, the wrong landing
And it’s even worse than I imagine

Empty, dry and desolate
With doubts that I can handle it
Love neither narrow or straight
Worry now the heaviest weight

Peel my eye to your silent sky
And why you never said goodbye
When self-worth becomes a lie
Nothing left but to die

© Delia Ross. 2020

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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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The Picture

What kind of web have you spun
Lying about me
Look at the direction you run
Focused on poverty

The future is missing any sun
While it’s raining
Regret must weigh a ton
Love is waning

There is trust or there is none
The picture you’re painting
Always lying under gun
My eyes are straining

Why’d you let her kill our fun
She’s still in training
She’s the trophy that you won
I’m still fading

© Delia Ross. 2020

Freshly written this AM. All it takes is constant heartbreak and insomnia.

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Replay

He’s only there to watch me suffer
Feeds on sorrow like it’s supper
Winter might as well be summer
‘Cuz nothing stops me going under

Please take me back to the beginning
Where just for once my life had meaning
My head was quiet and heart was leading
And doubt was sound asleep and dreaming

Scrub my heart ’til it’s clean
Love is now a fragile dream
Cracked and broken at the seam
Replay the start, end the scene

© Delia Ross. 2020

Heart broken in two
I wonder what it’s like to be cherished and adored

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Round and Wound

The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountain tops
And space, there’s not enough to keep him from my thoughts
He’s got the world in his hands while my soul it sits and rots
Round and wound he tunes us up like we are clocks
And reason not as simple as connecting dots
So doubt fills my head now thick as clots

© Delia Ross. 2020

Mandatory social distancing; an introverts wet dream

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Toxification

His love is suffocating
Like radiation decaying
He blasts it over me
It’s uncomforting

His love is like an ocean drying
But he’s not my reason for crying
He’s not even the mountain I’m climbing
Or ever wind for wings flying

His love is like a toxic spill
Leaking down a hill
Heading for the kill
A place I’d never heal

© Delia Ross. 2020

Ahem, y’all ever have someone you don’t know, just randomly claim they love you? There’s a guy I never had one conversation with message me to tell me he was completely in love with me. In hindsight, I wonder if I’m reaping what I sow. Does the guy I claim I’m in love with think of me the way I think of this guy? I hope not. Him and I, at least had some conversations together, I always enjoyed his spoken word and he even did some spoken word for me once so I know what he looks like. I know why I love him. I know why he makes my blood boil and my heart beat. I know why my soul is connected to his like a tether. I know why he makes me completely black with jealousy. I know why I long for him and cry for him. I know. But this other guy who loves me, I don’t know at all. Anything. Maybe I do. Read the poem.

I iz confused. Goddess of Confusion.

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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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Earned

On some days my love for him is like the Sun; it burns and burns

On frigid nights and starlit skies; my love still overcomes

On some days I want to erupt like magma; because my patience never learned

On frigid nights with crying eyes; I get what I have earned

© Delia Ross. 2020

How stupid to think he could ever love a girl like me…

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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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Fake

Something about her feels imposed,
Her hands are cold.
She’s a pyramid scheme,
Lined in fake silver and gold.
She’s a lying queen,
Her humanity decomposed.
There’s no honor in her spleen,
Her gates to truth are always closed.

© Delia Ross. 2020

My messy handwritings xxoo

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Veil

Would you like what was underneath my veil?
Crimson iron
Salty prisons
White mountains
Hidden trails

Would you like the stories I’d have to tell?
Begotten truths
Perished dreams
Endless obloquy
Skin with scales

Have you ever seen a heart with nails?
The heavy burden
The icy trotter
The lonely barter
The girl who wails

Are 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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Curtains

Pen or ache
Pill or fate
Somehow the difference
Is still the same

We change our curtains
But never the roads
We tame our methods
Where love is never disclosed

We dust our cages
After conflict arose
We spin in circles
While blaming our foes

© Delia Ross. 2020

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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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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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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)

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The Way Forward

The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
The way to forgiveness takes walking on your feet
To stir stagnant waters growing underneath
You need truth in your amends

Stuck in the rut so now you build a trench
But nothing in your life you ever do enrich
What is behind the mask that you defend
A worthless man (whom none can depend)

An end to the suffering and all you demise
The pain you inflict with only blue eyes
So quick on the tongue to startle and avenge
There’s no safety in pretends

The love now cold where once was a furnace
A love so sure now not so certain
Just another sheeple behind a dirty curtain
Well, you’re just like the others who never grow from learning

Negative energy you build like a wall
Fire the gun but then you stall
Say you can love but you haven’t at all
Maybe you’re standing but you’re not very tall

The way forward is forgiveness not revenge
And maybe if you ask you’ll get it in the end
So stop building your defense
There are many you need to transcend

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Thank you for your response. ✨

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Veil

Go ahead and take what is remaining
Place a temple where the love is waning
Years go by but only pain is gaining
You’ll never find a love like mine remaining

Take her veil and throw it in a river
Loving her takes more than a mirror
Even blind you cannot see more clearer
Look away even though you need her

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Tension

Out there on the horizon
A glimpse of redemption
While crawling over ice thinning
And tethers strained from the tension
As the distance slowly lengthens
Where the darkness comes to listen
Reflections rarely glisten
Just a sight of mostly deception
And fragile connections
No regrets for him I’m guessing
And I failed another lesson
Thinking love was a blessing
Not another interception
Not a secret obsession
Gifting only depression
His attention another direction
I get no affection
Not even a chance for selection
Just a ghost in another dimension
And my hate for him I’ll mention
Over and over in confession
With or without aggression
I’m at peace in this session
Writing bygones and rejection
What again was the question?
If shame were a crime, you reached perfection
Now go focus on another erection
And you better get tested for infection
Because you’ll stick it wherever there is exception
How much pussy is in your collection?
Disgusting vile worthless tool with zero potential

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Rage

Reality came crashing down
And hit like a rogue wave
Promises like broken glass
Which sliver over rage

Life jackets unable to float
But still promising to save
Regret now a sinking ship
An apology is what I crave

Memories flood about
Like a visit to your grave
And earlier shall it now arrive
If you don’t learn to behave

Standing on his virtual plank
Tied and bound just like a slave
Recording every cry and slip
A down ending requires the brave

He might peek but never look
And your sorrow is an all-night rave
He may pretend that he is shook
But he’s the one that will deprave

Where clouds are as thick as doubt
And forgiveness you never gave
Where time is as thin as worry
And love it never came

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Fool’s Gold

Fool’s gold
That’s what you sold
Do you always gift your muse
A fistfuck in the heart to bruise

Poison in her chalice
Written words of malice
A traitor in your trade
Heaven now will fade

You tossed away your destiny
You systematically destroyed me
You ran headfirst into decay
You laughed as I turned away

I wish I didn’t know you were out there
Somewhere living without a care
Never once really needing my hand
That was only pretend

Stuck on a dead-end road with a killer
Reached for your hand as a healer
I would wish you well
But I am in hell

Praying now to forget your face
Begging god just to fix the ache
It’s still cold when the sun is shining
Please tell me where is the silver lining?

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Ought To Know

Now that the room is empty
And the coffin is nailed closed
Now that the guilt is plenty
Where few ever opposed

Now that less is trendy
And eyes have been sewed closed
Now that few is many
Where your masks have been exposed

Now that desert has found sea
And your words have decomposed
Now that stone is heavy
Was there more I ought to know?

© Delia Ross. 2019

I mean, all a man has is his word and honor so what does that make you!?! Your word is useless now. And honor? You’ll never know…

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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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Warnings

When warnings go unheard
When she gets what she deserved
Where tears flow unfurled
An angel with wings now curled

Where silence pours in the crack
With eyes not looking back
Where eyes now appear black
And the love is what they lack

When they mock her only truth
And he swallows at her youth
And there’s never arms to soothe
When you give up way too soon

When darkness is the only light
Where the tongue has no blight
When there’s something quite not right
So you disappear into the night

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Likes and Comments

Regarding likes and comments, I will never like a post unless I’ve actually read it. I would comment more but I am weird and have a difficult time fitting in due to anxiety. Please take the time to read something I post if you’re going to hit the like button. I feel like bloggers are hitting like without reading, just so they can get likes in return. Tid for tat. But it’s heartbreaking to spill my words on these pages for free for you and you don’t even take the time to read the content, you’re just coming along giving my post a ton of likes and you’re not making any effort to listen to anything I do. It makes me want to isolate even more.

If I leave you two or three words under a post you’ve made, you should appreciate that just as much as someone who’s giving you an entire paragraph, you don’t know how hard it was for me to even reach out to you to start with.

All I’m asking is for you to please take the time to read a post before you “like it”, the same respect and courtesy I give to you, your writings, your blog, your time. I read you, I see you. Please see me. I’ve been used and ghosted enough. ✌

xxoo POEETERNAL (Delia)

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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