You fool, my love doesn’t disappear nor the sun
Mountains don’t crumble in a day
Your heart is an ice age
Look what you’ve done
My love, I must depart this tundra
Your soul is frigid carving doubt
I’ll barely even make it out
This ice is falling under
Look fool how worn’s the tether
It’s one or the other
I cannot be her
Fuck this weather
© Delia Ross. 2020
Life is only precious because it is fleeting
It’s a shame you and I won’t be meeting
Some people come into our lives only for leaving
It’s a hard lesson but where I am leaning
You’re all in or all out
There’s no middle ground to talk about
I give you my best, you give me your worst
One minute I’m free, the next I am cursed
Maybe I’m not the one or maybe I am
For what it’s worth now I don’t give a damn
For I am a lion and never a lamb
And the hand you are selling is only a sham
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I’m depressed and understand they won’t. People say they do up until they walk away and don’t.
People say my soul is beautiful up until it isn’t. It mattered in the moment but upon the next hour it simply didn’t.
© Delia Ross. 2020
I’m depressed, moody, withdrawn, emotionally detached, unavailable in every capacity. People swear they get it up until they’re screaming profanities at me for how evil I am for not giving them my time (or love for that matter). I am a fallen angel and a creature of the underground, I’m not capable of love. But a monster I am not. Just simply void and numb. Sorry not sorry. SURVIVAL MODE
What does all this mean? Depression means I’m incapable of forming attachments. Or joy. Writing is my only escape. It was my escape when I was a little girl and couldn’t escape all the abuse. I wrote poetry in between classes at school. On the bus. On the toilet. And guess what? I still do. Only now I’m sharing this part of me WITH YOU. But I lose friendships and followers because I’m unable to maintain communication right now. I keep telling people I’m depressed and suicidal but it’s like wind over the ears. They still need me to provide a service for them. I cannot. I barely can brush my teeth on some days. This is not me you’re meeting but some ruined version of what I might have could of been… (and yes under all the suicidal ideation I am gentle and loving and worth saving). So bye.
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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
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Shallow whether grave or shallow whether bone;
6 feet in a box is where you both belong.
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t like them, if that wasn’t obvious in the poem…
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There she is, it is death on the horizon
And follow my sorrows she will
Until the day I end
There it goes, all the light from the Sun
I was looking for love where none of it was real
I was looking for hope in any direction I could ascend
There it flows, my hope is on the run
And bring with it a fear that covers with chill
While the devil whispers softly “suicide is your friend”
© Delia Ross. 2019
There it was I thought
But then again maybe not
It is tangled in a knot
A wound without a clot
And yet bigger that it got
It smelled of death and rot
He said he knew but he forgot
And neither cared to clean the spot
And while the witch did stir the pot
Along she came a wretched trot
And with her pen she took a shot
And I seek naught the thing she brought
© Delia Ross. 2019
HE WANTS TO KNOW WHERE MY LOVE WENT *LAUGHS INSANELY*
I won’t be coming back from where I’ve been before
Walking over broken souls of the condemned
Offering forgiveness and guidance for all the things they did
Offering love and silence with an open door
But now my door is sealed
And my heart from you has shield
I removed the things you killed
And my love you will never wield
© Delia Ross. 2019
He does not exist anywhere except for on this page
And in a downward spiral my sadness turns to rage
The crowd keeps applauding though we both have left the stage
And if I ever mattered is now difficult to gauge
Will my heart always remain behind a cage?
That’s a bet for losing and I haven’t any wage
I’d ask him for forgiveness but I never act my age
I’d ask him for a hand but I know he won’t engage
© Delia Ross. 2019
You’ll find you’ll hardly make it out alive
You’ll find you’ll hardly make it out in time
You’ll find him hidden inside my rhyme
You’ll find she’s rarely ever cross your mind
You’ll find you can see where you were blind
You’ll know where to find me if so inclined
You’ll find me in jail where my hearts been confined
Though uncoupled we are still aligned
Our souls in orbit just as designed
Cut the ropes to your past and leave all behind
© Delia Ross. 2019
Tired of dudes hitting on me and then rejecting me
Most of them probably need a vasectomy
They shouldn’t make children no matter the necessity
I’m over you and that’s a guarantee
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ll never be available to you in any capacity
The feeling is mutual, I’ll fuck off rapidly
Tired of being shamed for my hospitality
You’ll never have my adoration and that is reality
© Delia Ross. 2019
It can disappear as quickly as it can appear
I won’t even need to yell all clear
It only takes seconds for my heart to veer
I don’t need you in my atmosphere
I won’t even shed a tear
Only the worthy are allowed here
Feel free to harbor all your fear
You’ll soon find it’ll grow more severe
Your happiness fading each year
A bleak existence your only frontier
But I will never reappear
I bid you farewell my dear
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 