The Picture

The future is missing any sun


Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming

Round and Wound

Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.


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


Learnings and hard earnings


Maybe I'm not what they need


She's a pyramid scheme


Poem + digiart


People change but nothing changes


He gives her everything and she gives him unfaithfulness

Angels Among Us

Micropoem + angelic digiart

Christmas Mourning

Christmas mourning freestyle rhyme


Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me

The Way Forward

The way forward is forgiveness not revenge


Place a temple where the love is waning


After midnight freestyle


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


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

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Cognitive Dissonance

Who will save the sane?


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

Dead Anyway

All woe is me post halloween


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...


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


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

A Visit From Lu Part 4

A Visit From Lu Part 4


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


He loves us, he loves us not

Hope Nope

Hope is a dead star


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



Just a little poem about ego

Caught Between the Devil

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


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


Hope is a fragile thing


His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion

Cold Front

I wasn't prepared for winter


Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache


Banished from his heart

King of Sorrows

He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.

Eyes Open

*sigh* seething


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

Truth Comes Hard

Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)


Your love is a supermassive black hole


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


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.


They care not while I rot.


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


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.


The cost of mistakes, the price of reason


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


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. 😊


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.