Too many choices
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
Solace
Love makes no sense
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. 😊
Warm Linen
COVER ME
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.
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