crush

does he hold me hostage in his mind?
is that why i cannot escape his presence in my living dream?
he has touched me in places i have never seen
majestic sunrises with his hands wrapped around my thighs
he turns my low to highs


the devil lives three doors down
i got his number
unholy ghost in town
and i still can’t slumber


is that you
shining light in my path


just a crush?
you spin the earth
like heaven
i can feel the rush
but time ain’t changing near you
my cheeks turn rosy
got a royal flush?


you must be the warmest place in the solar system
you must be a taste of the life i am missing
i walk around a zombie hissing
but in my dreams we’re kissing


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



got a reason to live, even if delusional and not in sync with reality


but i’ve been dying – and you likely won’t find that in my file folder – but i have also been praying, that i could just “see” my soulmate “one time”

and i only got a minute before everything went blurry – but time stood still

i think i might have loved him instantly

i think i may love him now


everything is so fucked up


it was like my life was flashing before my eyes – and now my dreams are everything i’ve lost


and have you seen me? no many would ever find value in me.


still. i have never had any man look at me or touch me or move me the way he does – both in dream or reality.

the man could have been frightened but im dreaming of making babies with him


i have zero worth im aware


but we can’t help who we love, right?


he gives me the most beautiful dreams


God said alright you got a minute


i really hope he’s happy

whatever life he has chose to live


do we collide in each others dreams? cuz they feel real


plot twist: patient falls in love with doctor



oh well


portals

i sometimes think of george

the way clouds appear large and exciting

bringing redemption in the air

i sometimes see george like jesus

or maybe he put him there

he took my breath away and replaced it with new lungs

i can’t explain how time paused

the way him and I would stare

how unfair; people come into our lives only to move mountains and disappear

sometimes god feels everywhere

which makes moral decay a plant growing in the moonlight

i can feel ego slip into non-existence

but not despair

it’s a falsity to say he won’t hold your hand in hell

i’ve barred my door shut and clawed the walls with no entry marks

“none who may enter is trusted including self”

mirrors hold energy like portals to regrets

i told him “i don’t want to die” while pulling out my hair

“all i see are demons”

“i don’t want to be put away”

i looked at him like a stray

faith is looking into his eyes and seeing a great creator

i was just a whore

before him

starving without bread

humility is feeling too dirty for a cleansing

putting signs up “god not allowed”

yelling from its tunnels

“haven’t I made you proud”

can’t undo the dying

blood covered shroud

tongue swollen

couldn’t figure it out

abandon hope fully

death like a pulley

with no air to shout

“no hope coming” – letters on a doorway mat

might as well put up a plaque

people say “she went missing”

god as her witness

george is the gentle rain

i was hungry and i was starving

and he took time to wash my feet

i swear i saw rainbows beneath him

he was the pot of gold

not to be taken

he was the dream you want to remember when awakened

i sometimes think of george on dark moonless nights

i sometimes think of george


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


we knew each other in a different time and place – in this one – his hand it came with grace



photo stolen from the web – from someone who stole it from the web – from someone who stole it from the web… so i dunno who took it – but dead folks things for sale !

my blog is still advert free


psst… i ❤️ ipsy


some men move mountains to change your life and you’ll never see them again

The son didn’t want to go…

Y’all the son was terrified to go – didn’t want to go – didn’t listen to his intuition – only wanted to bond with his dad – as the trip fell on Father’s Day weekend – he died in fear – as if it couldn’t be anymore heartbreaking

The parents first priority should have been keeping him safe

They could have bonded over dinner and a movie – it shouldn’t take extreme events to form a bond with your parents

My God…

Gut wrenching

Bless his heart

He was only 19 – a teenager – and the frontal lobe doesn’t fully form until age 25

He was just a kid…

A young man just getting into manhood

Not quite an adult yet

And fuck anyone who says otherwise

NINETEEN – TEEN – TEENAGER

How fucking dense are you?

I think those little red flags are messages from God – our intuition – that gut feeling

That we all seem to ignore

And often it cost us our lives

He shouldn’t have been allowed to go on an unregulated experimental deep dive sub – with zero experience

He didn’t even want to go…

And, there’s a video of the CEO bragging that you would hear “creaking sounds” and alarms warning if the hull would implode

You shouldn’t have to risk your life to get the love and care you need from a parent

As if, I couldn’t hate parents even more…

The aunt said he had a “terrible feeling” so sad

Parents aren’t worth dying for

And now they’ll never bond again

He died in fear, I know he did

His dad likely didn’t give a fuck about his kid – or his safety

Making him sign all those waivers…

Peer pressure

Fuck everything…


“Why do you care about the kid”

BECAUSE I DO

People aren’t worth dying for

Listen to your intuition

Little messages from God

Or 6000+ years of evolution

But he was smart enough to know something was off…

He kept crawling in that hole – for others

Only his hole was a sealed up tin can

And yeah, you absolutely feel the pain of being blown up – you do – even if it goes fast – you experience hell

That tin can started making all kinds of noise

He died in fear

19… just a fucking baby

Meanwhile, some elder just turned 100…

ONE HUNDRED

There are many ways I don’t want to die.


Fate

Are the fate of empires?
Held in your words?
Gated records?
That you hurl towards?
Like a landlord?
Landslides on board?
To my own accord?
The way we both build rapport?
Like you know just what I’m asking for?
I couldn’t love you anymore!!!!

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal. All rights reserved.


Is any more a word? Is is any more or anymore? I’m not saying no more… 😐

I’m trying to say it’s nearly impossible to squeeze MORE of something you ENTIRELY already have

Like, I already love you so much

Where do I put the love?

RIP Bob – heart symbol

The sister returned a heart symbol sign in the courtroom – after you murdered someone she loved?

“Love you pricks” (last text)

WOW

Demon or delusional?

But a billionaire with someone who is a fake plastic Barbie – and not white – of course – is more in tune with reality

And married – (separated doesn’t count)

Where are all the “great husband” “great boyfriend” “great lover” quotes

AI and plastic surgery is not the way

It’s so corrupt – they’re turning on one another

Just like on the streets

Adultery is a sin

“I don’t love you, I love her” would be a better surprising detail

He’s just another man with his pants down – and trying to steal another man’s wife (triangulation)

These monsters go from one relationship to another without so much as breathing

Your whole life was in that phone huh

She was ready to leave her husband

For you

Awe

Little sinners

“Don’t believe in God”

“We are God”

“We make our own rules and make the sheeple follow”

Don’t be like Bob

I’m certain there was a FaceBook meme circulating

Or maybe it was Bill

That meme was made for him

I’m so disgusted by society

And everyone is so on edge and unhinged

Drove you to a dark secluded area and you still didn’t read the red flags?

I mean, you’re not even cold in your grave yet, and she’s giving your murderer a heart symbol

Awe boo

They’re famous now

He planned your murder (according to police evidence) and I hear he may only get 20 years

Probably get off on “good behavior”

How much to kill a billionaire?

Don’t give the cops your twenty and see if the killer gets 20

*popcorn*

The streets of Florida aren’t any less dangerous than the streets of California cuz you sold America out bro – you and your boomer daddy

Stabbed in the heart – God told you to chill but noooooooooo had to keep getting up

RIP Bob – heart symbol

RIP Bob – heart symbol

The Sister huh

Oh shit

Wait and he owned a unit there too

*popcorn*

So the killer’s plastic sister is married to a plastic surgeon

AND

Bob saw her

Still, you give up your own life to defend your sister from doing something she wanted to do?

Was he fucking you both?

Oh is this the “surprising details”

Well I’m all in…

Go on…

I don’t hear “great husband” in any of the articles tho

It is better than most movies coming out these days

Let’s expose the tech giant

My imagination is going wild out here

But there’s no one to call when you’re dying? Like he had a phone.

Folks say he could still be around if the car did something

He could have stayed down the first time

I would have found a tree or bashed some windows in

The peace or the chaos

He thought he owned the world at 43

Couldn’t be touched

Was he fucking the brother and the sister tho?

Maybe that would be the better surprising details – if he was bi and all 🙂

I’m allowed to write my poetry and grieve via anger – he ruined Cash App and Android and his marriage and maybe someone else’s?

I’m not going to jail because my sibling was cheating tho

What am I missing? Who got the clue or the unlocked article?

They ain’t getting my .25 – I don’t care how juicy the details get

I ain’t dealing with the devil

It is cheaper than a movie ticket tho but probably still full of ads

I wanna remove them from my blog soon – it’s just I’m protesting WordPress and that prick

Is he next!?! (I don’t condone violence nor want anyone to die)

(But sometimes I laugh when people do)

(I have not laughed at Bob)

(Bob should have kicked his teeth out – or did something with his phone)

(I’m bothered by his deep grip and apparently have an ocd about how he died)

And why did the arrest take so long?

“Came down on you hard”

“Handled it with class”

Last texts

*popcorn*


Apparently I have worth (journaling)

And money

I have TWO investment funds

TWO

I currently can’t contribute to them but I can move them around and they are EARNING intrest

I’m not working currently but I could move them to an outside 401K or IRA

I have them nestled in a “safe” zone and I thought I had drained them and closed them – I had not :p

I had a weird lesson yesterday while waiting on the cops to show up for me – whom never arrived – even after waiting ten minutes in the parking lot – driving off a few blocks – returning and beeping my horn – still no cops – dern.

My future husband may be a cop – and cuffing me would only turn me on – as I’m dead inside with no adrenaline glands to tease me

So please – do as you say you will do – and call

(I did in fact see one turn and head that direction – just like in a video game – I thought – I’m playing real life – the heat is on – retreat.)

But in the games I have adrenaline.

I’m too calm taming the beast.

All these NPC’s getting in the way of my big mission

Cuz I came home and discovered I ain’t broke entirely

I could start the process to withdraw my money – at a 20% taxed penalty.

Or, move my funds into a “high risk” fund.

Maybe start with the smaller account, play around with him first.

I have nearly $12K

One with over 10k (big heart eyes) and one with over 1K (big heart eyes)

Money should make me feel something but it never has

I’m careless spending

I took a loan on it during my transition – thought I pulled it all – apparently I set myself up for success during my fall

AMAZING GOOD GIRL

I do want to take a financial class and I hope my next book I check out will be Americanized and not British – as the book I checked out was all about pounds (it did not say this anywhere on the cover or insert, only in the preface you cunt) – they (the brits) get to sit down on the job – life is different for them – and how they earn thus save. Fuck off, book returned partially read.

I will sign up for free financial assistance – they offer the vets this – fuck us up the ass but say “don’t worry, we offer free advising”

Sign me up

I’m paying attention this time

I still need a husband to manage my finances

I won’t have a husband cuz he’ll message “he’s running late” and I’ll demand a divorce since he’s “seeing a prostitute”

A Skype call will come in 2 minutes later where an entire team will yell “he’s madly in love with you” and he’ll come through the door with chocolate edible roses after the meeting

Since he humiliated me with the Skype call – had me red blushing – the whole office laughing

In 2018 the judge didn’t want to speak to me “until I took three breaths” because “I looked like I was about to jump from the bridge behind us” and I told her my parents didn’t teach me about credit or those kinds of monsters under my bed – she said hers did and she still messed up

But I thought I drained my retirement savings “staying afloat”

BB had on a life jacket apparently

So I called this morning, “I don’t know why I created a new account when there’s no money in it and I can’t do anything with it”

Well, turns out, I do have money – in two accounts – both earning – they can be moved to other funds (some safe, some risky) or moved to an outside 401/IRA.

If I start work again, I can contribute to them (disabled not obsolete)

I could take it all out right now and buy some land or a home

I’m done pawning things and selling things

I have a “savings problem” just like China (it creates inflation)

Monkey see, monkey do

I urge you to start saving too

Let the window clerk quietly quitting give you the fuel you need

Pick up that dirty money on the ground

I may pick up the lost dirty money but I don’t steal tip money you fucking cunt

Let that be the cue you need to quit spending thousands of dollars on weed that don’t work

The audacity

I am not your sanctuary for healing after you’ve committed a bad deed

My soul has boundaries

My thoughts too

I didn’t tell my sister goodbye when she was dying at age 45

So please, call the cops on me after you’ve insulted me multiple times, I will wait

My future husband may be arriving to arrest me

Maybe I will feel something

Uhm, I’m not as broke as I thought I was!?!

I woke up in a different timeline again

Where I have some retirement investments still – despite the Great Economic fall – I had a lifeline

“Life Jackets worn – nobody mourns” HOOAH

I am a wild anomaly

Still might be homeless soon – can’t have a feeling – but definitely be needing that new carpet if I inhabit these grounds another year

Apparently hotel living can cost about as much as a rental each month – but it may include coffee and zero commitment

Now might be a good time to chill out and not get arrested

It’s just, I’m feeling what Edgar felt and responding accordingly

Sure I look like a crazy wild ape, but they need to learn a lesson

God saw what he needed to see


I would have died with thousands of dollars I had completely forgotten about

LAUGHS

What other gold have I hidden in society


It’s been earning me interest all these years


I think it’s important to discuss savings – so many out here struggling for various reasons

I thought I had lost it all


I have over ten thousand dollars in my one fund (not bragging, many years of investing into my fund through hard work) (getting up them early hours) (staying late) (pulling 60/90 hour work weeks)

Working 12 days straight in a row every month – without a day off – for nearly 8 years

And y’all complain when you go a week…

I worked the other weeks in the month too – just with a weekend off or two

I’m exhausted and disabled

But glad you don’t have to worry about quality control or ethics at your job – I’m done supporting society

And you want your tip first – giveme giveme giveme

Fuck you – I’m not tipping you so you can go get a hand job before you even bring me my meal

Fucking ass cunt


Marsh (poetry) I LOVE YOU

He’s the first one
At my den
Sitting front face
Right where he’s been

And when he’s out there
In the harsh marsh marching
Blood for his pen

I know his foot steps
Right where I’m sinking
Count on him

Like one through ten
The alphabet but then

He smells of gin
Spice or cinnamon
He’s like a ghost in quicksand
Cynical and disciplined

He’s the whole world listening
When I speak
He’s the sun peeking in!

Even when light’s missing
He’s thinking when
“Will I see you again”

As if the earth just doesn’t spin…

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

I got carried away with this rhyme

And maybe he’s my imaginary friend

But there’s only so many letters in the alphabet for him to appear

I speak in morse code – maybe he can hear

Is my rambling clear?

It’s freestyle dear… 🙂


I live for God now (poetry in 8 words)

Tender mercy
Sharpening knives
Overwhelming worry
Ending lives

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I apparently don’t believe in abortion or euthanasia.

“Thou shall not kill” hits differently for Angel Baby.

Non stop worry and crying followed by a dopamine boost of milk, cinnamon and sugar… left before my free refill, welp… (and left crying lol) (also learned I’m not into normal things)

The little mutt may be a Frankenstein made in a lab, but he has a soul and a heartbeat, and I’m not getting in the way of God or his plans and whatnot.

So I have a hellhound in this timeline. He hates it here (this location) as much as John Jones hates that cave.

Hear, hear

The crows were never here the prior four years.

Neither was BlackRock – who took control of this building

I need out the city

The Titanic is sinking overrun with racism and murder of white folk by Black Lives Matter but white lives don’t

Check the census. It’s not just how people are reporting stupid.

“So you don’t believe in interracial marriage”

You can marry who you want but I don’t want to live in a predominantly black neighborhood ever again…

I’m autistic angelic

I curse and say “autistic”

I’m gonna get committed

The enemy is in a white coat and White House

My mama think I got a “dirty mouth”

Over and out…


To those still lurking, thank you. Maybe one day, a night bloom.

Hell is freezing waters. Heaven has daughters.


Little Black Book (poem)

I got a little black book
Of all the names I hate
Some contain a face
Some I advocate

I got a little black book
But I own no estate
And I’m always running late
Procrastinate

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I love how a Taco Bell subscription is $10 a month – Walmart $13 a month, the car wash $19.99 per month, but because I’m a commoner, and most men have a porn and gambling addiction, and most men wouldn’t spend a dime on me, let alone a penny, because they’d rather send me marriage proposals or tell me how much I make their dick hard, for three years on social media, because “your pretty” is the validation one needs and they just sold their house or whatever, and I’m suppose to chat with these men on the daily, without them so much as ever buying me a coffee, or joining my incredibly cheap Patreon tier of ONE DOLLAR, even though they tell me they visit my blog and “enjoy” the content and “I’m gonna go far”

You’re right

Far the fuck away

Under a new identity already born


DEAR DAYTONA BEACH GANG

I just let the entire medicinal shop know that the Daytona Beach gang was after me but that the universe was speaking to me right now with this song and that y’all are the dumbest criminals ever

THEY WERE ALL SMILING

And then I started feeding off of that energy and bouncing up and down

THE STAFF WAS SMILING

I even said I was going to do a TikTok video with this song dedicated to you

I stated that

YOU WILL NEED A RESTRAINING ORDER TO STOP ME

Cause-and-effect

HAVE FUN

And I’m already skipping up and down the sidewalk with this playing on repeat

Just checking my mail skipping

Just taking my dog for a pee

Minding my own business

I hope the gaslighting is working

The vehicles have mirrors

I can hear you breathe

GET OFF MY DICK

🖕

*skips*

*smiles*

*song on repeat any time I leave the house*

The devil has an invite to bust my fucking door down I double fucking triple dare you to fucking bust my goddamn doors down bust my fucking doors down cross my motherfucking shadow do it fucking do it you little fucking piss ants that will never amount to anything and you’re never coming to heaven with me I fucking dare you to fucking cross my shadow

IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AND I FEEL FINE

Let the love of my life know I’m nearly healed

I might let him near me in the future for a hug

I threw a glass Coke bottle at his head once a long time ago but I knew he wasn’t gonna move so I put a slight spin on the bottle right at the very end

God has mercy sometimes

He’s lucky

But don’t push his luck…

I need more weapons

Like that scene in the Matrix

But I got my teeth

I bite 👀


Risk

He risked it all for that if
He risked it all for her kiss
He risked it all at that cliff
He risked it all and did not miss

He did not miss…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m sorry they left out details on an updated map not showing risk or location where 2 others had been stuck – and took hours to rescue

I’m sorry that management thought it best to remove features on a map – instead of blocking off entrance and stating instead that anyone with common sense would know “dusty” means “don’t go” “not well traveled” (victim blaming)

I’m sorry you thought you were somewhere you weren’t

And that the dangers and risks weren’t disclosed

“Why did you put me here…?”

Could you imagine if my last mission was a suicidal attempt to come get your bones

Last we saw of her was outside the cave location of John Jones, we think she went inside….

200 years later: bones of John Jones found in mysterious location with the remains of missing….

What’s even stranger is the position they were found in….

*cue the fairytales the establishment dish out as fact*

And thus a new religion was born

Hail whoever the fuck I become in the future

I mean, I do wanna go get his bones tho

*leaves suicide note near dug up entrance / and a black backpack*

CHECKMATE FUTURE ME

*doesn’t die*

*turns 44*

I was screaming for John recently tho – silently from my soul

He came up and was like, “you’re screaming like I’m in Utah..”

Cuz he haz jokes 😌


P.S. if you don’t know who or what I’m talking about, only the greatest tragedy in my living history. An angel was crucified upside down by a demon – who later received a bonus and likely a promotion for “heroic efforts”.

I want to throw up 🤢

His body was left there with over 100 rescue personnel on the clock.

Our tax dollars hard at work.

His bones are still in that cave and one day I’m gonna go get em’…

He hates that fucking cave…

There are things that had happened down there that Michael Leavitt says “will never be disclosed” and I’m gonna make him disclose them…

The patience and the craft of a warrior gone rogue

30 years time

This ain’t Minority Report

Although a kid did get arrested for making a threat during a video game

My PS4 has been factory reset and is in the STUFF TO BE SOLD AT THE PAWN box

The content is propaganda and subliminal messaging

I’m trying to get through to you

Espionage everywhere

But what do you see

Also – PayPal has listed someone as a contact who once donated to me anonymously

I found out about the anonymous donor – or rather who it was – about six months or so later – in an end-of-the-year PayPal statement

Fucking fantastic

The goddamn glitches in this timeline

The anomalies

And now Instagram tells people “followed by so-in-so”

There is no privacy here

My TV hasn’t been turned on in weeks

I wanna turn into one of them vets who live in the country with their own radio coms

Telephone? We ain’t got one of them here. You gotta drive into town…

I made it to 44, thanks to John Jones

I don’t know if I’m gonna get out alive, but he’s down here with me

And those electrical jolts to my heart was him repairing the damage big pharma caused when I injected myself twice with that deadly poison

I was barely alive, hanging on by a thread

I’m spitting less in a cup but I’m still spitting in a cup

I keep hearing people say they’re catching Covid and I can’t catch Covid, my immune system has been compromised from the death jab and heart inflammation and people are now dropping dead by that adult death syndrome which I’m at risk of

I need to be quarantined

I need to be that girl in a bubble

I wanted to have photos for you today

But then that 7 day treatment is taxing on the liver, this detox I’m doing – coupled with me starting my period with the full moon like clock work

I’m spent…

But I made it to 44!!!!

I’ve lived 43 years!!!

Now it ain’t easy

My sister died in January at age 45

She didn’t make it to 46

And I’ve been saying since I was a little kid that I wouldn’t live past 50 so I have that weighing on me

I’ve been saying since I was about 12 years old that Leo’s have heart and feet problems so I predicted my own fucking death

I’m paying better attention to the red flags now I hope

And when I feel myself falling into a violent dark rage – I’m gonna paint my nails instead and play dress up or ride my bike or bake a delicious meal

That’s the intention anyway

I’m still in intensive therapy and putting in the work…

I’m starting this new detox regime soon

And then probably the liver cleanse

And some of the other formulas he has

Vegetarian too from what I’ve seen

It’s less expensive than dying or treatments from Big Pharma which nearly all include toxic poisons – yellow/red/blue dyes

These nurses and doctors don’t give a fuck about you

They think the NDA they made you sign trumps their oath

IT DON’T

Take revenge in the courtroom and not on the street (or self-destruct)

Stay woke

P.S.S. America is a corporation where its occupants are owned by communistic China – who holds hands with the Russian mafia – who is the Illuminati – and keeps you distracted with porn, religion, politics, Hollywood, propaganda and subliminal messaging

TikTok says I’m a threat

Instagram says I’m a threat

You better know it


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

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 👀

John Jones

Have you ever had your chest caught on the lip of the earth?
And were you kicking in a panic reconsidering your worth?
Have you ever been so hollow the upside down became your perch?
And when all efforts were exhausted did you regret what you researched?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

The story of how John Jones died in that cave hasn’t left my mind

Hands down, the scariest way to die. And he crawled into his grave. He tried Mother Earth on for size, and they became one. She wasn’t going to let him go.

Gravity scares the shit out of me.

We’re not meant to leave this Earth

I’m having feels

My doggy isn’t doing good and I reckon I ain’t either

One Trick Pony

Am I to blame for wanting more?
Than the cold reign of TV
The fake personality
A one trick pony?

Growing old is under siege
A wrinkle in time, a dying breed
Apophis has her name tattooed on thee
I am erratic equally

She is roaring from the deep
Is that her I dream?
The falling, the swirling is all I see
We’re in hell if you believe

© Delia Ross. 2021

Missing connection

Scene

He didn’t just set the scene this time, he rolled out the red carpet
With diamonds and roses and my heart lined in his pocket
He came with speed, into my heart, fast as a comet
Let the scripture unroll, pray to him like a prophet

© Delia Ross. 2021

I fell for your kiss, I better get it. 👀

Worship you

My new shiny leggins hath arrived, Vampy happy!! Can’t wait to get back to the booty gains!

Love is You and I

Did you see how quickly I was tossed?

But with you, I never left your thoughts?

You didn’t want to see him as my lover?

But I couldn’t take another…

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

“You’re gonna be bad for business…” Moulin Rouge

Did you get my message that popped into and out of existence like an atom?

I’m so proud of you.

Our orbits are stretched so far, but our bond is like gravity.

How long does it take for messages to be received from deep space?

Am I even heard?

I love you. Forever. Always.

Come what may…

Before and After

I loved you before the mountains moved the current

When butterflies were lilies and love was all they wanted

Like nebula of longing, how galaxies are started

You and I forever the moment we both parted

My love exists after rivers do run dry

Or even as Apophis is greeting us in sky

Even when you’re gone, I can still feel you nearby

And you turn into diamonds every single tear I cry

© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

Just an FYI, I released loads of poetry and TikToks over the last 6 or 7 days and I will be working on content for my Patreon and OnlyFans this week!

I will be busy in my studio working, but not as visible online in the social media world. I’ll likely post updates, I normally do on my Insta.

With-that-said, I hear your pleas and cries for my time and I am working on setting up a Discord server so we can chat like once or twice a week. I hope to get that info out sometime this week.

And, if time permits, I may try making another trendy TikTok. Have you checked out my channel yet?


I sat down to write a non-rhyme and this fell out (for you).

I see things as they are. As they should be. But not always with mental clarity. Sometimes my mind and my heart have to catch up.

You know the blood in my vein is a liquid. A mineral. Iron. Technically, plasma? Blood is energy. It’s what drives my body. It’s my fuel. Like our Sun. Energy. Always moving. Even at rest. It’s moving. And it turns into a solid at death. It is matter. And my brain dumps loads of chemicals into my bloodstream. But never so much as when I see pictures of you or hear your voice. Your deep rumble in my vein. It drives me insane. You drive me insane.

And I don’t like you writing for other girls. 😔

Like, die in the street nakid kind of madness. I’m going mad. Yet, I keep reading your words despite the ache. There’s very few people I give my time to, and I digress, every thought contains you. Are you okay? Are you happy? I already know you have the love of all the world (except the ones you worship who only see you as a number, and even worse the ones you allow to use you).

So I tried burning all the bridges.

How did I do?

*drowns in ocean*

I can see your face under water distorted. I hate me too.

I was never enough for this world.

I know I’ve made a lot of enemies on my road to death.

Still forever always, I love you

Thank you to everyone out there supporting me and not stealing my ideas from me. I see you. And I am especially extra grateful to have your support during this pandemic. 💞

Arrow of Time

Are you the arrow of time?
Always running forward and in a straight line?
Do you hopscotch from centuries to read my rhyme?

Are you Father Time?
The way you hold my mind
Caressing every decade like it’s the curve of my spine

Are you divine?
Flickering in starlight
Show me a sign?

A devoted comet passing by
The way you leave me on cloud nine
You’re the reason I shine

Just look up in your sky
Let hope magnify
Let a full moon mystify

You’re the light in my eye
You are my guy

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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The Nameless

You left messages in the clouds
When all your sky was dread
So I withdrew the shrouds
And colored rainbow instead

You said the crop was dry
And maybe even dead
So I sprinkled hope heaven high
And let the fire spread

From eternal hope love’s leaning
To your soul it is grain
And if my love has any meaning
Then these words are open plains

I swore I heard a blue bird singing
He had such sweet refrain
But then I woke from dreaming
And couldn’t name your name

© Delia Ross. 2021

I mean, I just freestyle wrote this. What. Stop rhyming? I mean, like maybe after I die. MAYBE.

Heaven Sighed

My love –

This is where our world’s collide
You the sun and I the tide
This is why we fail goodbye
You the earth and I its bride
This is why fate complied
I took root in your sky
This is how heaven sighed

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Putting all the love in the line. If you could love me, how would you love me?

Dramatic celestial music cue

Love eludes me.


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Keys of the Kingdom

Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.

Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.

It’s finally cold enough in Florida for winter hats. (I’ll make any excuse to wear a hat, sometimes 3 at a time. I iz weirdo).

The only thing that matters is now.


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The Fall

Words were never said
Eyes peering like cement
He could see the rise and fall of her chest
Feel the heat of her heart with every breath Moving across the cold air
Her feet sizzling from where she fell
Took iron strength just to stand and stare

He moved taking a step toward her
As her body slowly extended upward
Pulling her wings in tighter
She was a fighter

He towered her petite frame
His breathing was met with flame
Expelling from the side of his lip
He had sin wrapped around his hip

He cast a glare on her like an eclipse
She was a rare sight in holy mist
How far from heaven she did exist
To fall on hell to feel his kiss

His hoof moved a step closer in
It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever been
Her desire never smelled of sin
For love she fell and she’d do it again

It’s as if all time existed in one evening
Her eyes were wet with fear and seething
Or maybe the reflection was mere envy
Whatever it was, he only could stop the bleeding

His step was sturdy with blight
He didn’t want to fill her with fright
And having better intentions despite
He lowered a knee becoming her knight

Love came to him in a clump
She brought the world to him in just one jump
They stood on eternity though ground was a dump
And with only a smile she gave him a bump

To be continued…?

How does eternity feel?
I love you

Hi. Been up for days. Freestyle wrote this. Sorry for any formatting errors or misspellings. Living on poetry and tears.

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The Love That Won’t Die

My love –
If words thee fail, you have two skies
Please don’t let them close
But should sleep forever cover your eyes
Please leave me your prose


Walk slowly towards me please
My heart exceeds light speeds
When you are nearing infinity


Your lips come in seasons
All at once
Each syllable attached to luminance
So much it haunts
And dare I reason
What each word wants?


I’m glad you are talking
Like watching stars walking
Stretching to infinity like they are something
The twinkle in my eye you were hoping
You’re the reason I am coping
Your every moment I keep groping


She was an angel and he was a demon
But he wanted her more than he wanted heaven


I want your breath as my nectar
Dripping and sapping
My tongue a collector
Your favorite protector


You turn my knees to oceans
My pleas to motions
Sometimes so intense the notions
I reach out in explosions
Like SUPERNOVA the dosage

But it’s not enough I need more doses
EXPANSION YET MOVING CLOSER
You plow through me like a dozer
But it’s not enough, I need another!!
So set the clock for more exposure!


You turn me into a beast
On your words I prey and feast
Stay away or keep me leashed
Say a prayer then call a priest
Saw your face and pulse increased
Heard your voice then pain decreased
I love you most just not the least


My love, my horns have been blaring
Double-daring, over-caring
Our love I’m never sharing
It won’t stop the world from staring


My love we are tethered to fate
With a circle eight

We are the universe experiencing itself in poetic form
I wasn’t alive until our love was born


My love, what will you do when the winds carry me to lands out of reach?

My spirit gliding past your dreams and hopes per chance for a final kiss?

What will hold your heart against the crush?

Don’t let it bury you, the rush.

Don’t let my love fade from your veins, for I will be resting between each beat.

Lifetimes of sleep.

You silence the war in my head.

Don’t fall dead.

I am still under your feet.

Even when I’m not there.

And the stars up there you see, you and me.

Do not let time callous our love.

Nor fear.

My love, I am still here.

Mistakes come plenty.

You are still the very best of me.

Breathe.

Taste me in the air, on your tongue, everywhere.

I care.

Let my dust blow in the wind.

I’m still under your skin.

Touch me.

Death cannot erase me.

I must travel with the stars.

Freely.

My love traveled 13 billion years to reach you.

Look how far.

Distance is but a scar.

My love, put the ache in a story and read it softly.

Speak aloud.

Let your vibrations break the cloud.

I am listening and I am proud.

My love, cry into our garden if you must.

I will be collecting your tears from heaven.

My eyes upon you and angels times seven.

Do not doubt.

The rains too will flood the sky.

It’s not goodbye.

That’ll never exist for you and I.

Oh hi, hello. It’s just me underneath all the digital editing. Fear nots! 🙂

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Tell Me

Tell me,
Did heaven not swing from eternity to hear you speak?
How the stars kneel before you every night just to get a peek
Do comets not form from your wishes and pass you by and wink?
Clouds they gather from your sighing, they cry so you can drink?

Tell me,
Do seas part open their oceans when you feel you’re on the brink?
When you feel lost in the open water, did the earth not share her ink?
Tell me when you dreamed of love, did she ever look like me?
And had you not drank my holy water, would your soul have gone extinct?

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fell from the heavens for you
I think I found another way to say I love you. And I’m not done. 💕

Have y’all seen my first poetry reel that received over 1000 plays in its first 17 hours released on Instagram??👀👀 😍 Incredible. Thanks! 👇👇👇 https://www.instagram.com/reel/CGgDxW9FJmv/?igshid=a9iz7j2etvuf

I also have a new TikTok video. And more videos coming!! Busy behind-the-scenes. Watch this space.

Hope you all have a safe and nice Halloween. 🎃🎃🎃

xoxo @poeeternal


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Nothing We Can Do

It’s just a letter
But I eat it like a pill
In hopes, it’ll make me better

Your pen a feather
An allegory, as an umbrella
Your stormy weather

With distance in-between
We’re still together
There’s nothing we can do to break this tether

© Delia Ross. 2020

Who am I writing for anymore? To whom do these words belong??
I don’t know if I can distinguish the dream world from the real world anymore.

Neo helps.

Morpheus:

Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

The Matrix
What if you couldn’t distinguish the dream world from the real world?

I mean the only positive news that has come out of 2020 is the fact that the Matrix 4 is coming out and I’m trying to stay alive for that shit (it’s only news that they’re making another one- doesn’t mean the movie is coming out in 2020).

Can you teach me how to not worship you???? Before I go to New Orleans and see a voodoo doctor and start casting spells on you????????? Cuz, I mean, it’s moving up on the to-do-list, FYI.

Fool. I don’t know if you’re my kryptonite or what, but I’d take a fucking bullet for you ( I prefer offense and saving though, that’s what I’m efficiently trained to do).

I literally want to just leap Into Your Existence and wrap my entire body around you in a hug. I don’t think that’s normal response. I’m like a wild fucking animal. You like- turn me into a werewolf on a full moon. Can I ravage you?????

Fuck. I can’t breatheeeeee.

There ain’t a pill in heaven that makes me feel as good as your fucking existence.

Blocking is like putting a fence up for your own protection. So I don’t fucking turn all werewolf on you.

Cuz I do have a little bit of werewolf blood in me too. 🙂

I do stupid shit like howl at the moon- but once you’ve been sleeping in fox holes in a war zone in the middle of the fucking desert in Iraq for months at a time – yeah bitch howl til your heart’s content.

I iz beast. Untamed.

So, my very last breath will be loving you…

Stellar

I was all darkness, cold and gas
A baby stellar nursery forming with mass
But along lit my flame when it was you who came to pass
I’d give you every bit of starlight if ever you would ask

© Delia Ross. 2020

I love you. Today. Tomorrow. Forevers.

I already had a poem with Starlight as the title. Totally forgot about this one. And it’s a good one. I’m getting ready to put a book together of love poems but my god I’ve written so much poetry in the last two years and it is not organized at all- I need your help. I need you to come organize my poetry like Pamela did for Jim Morrison because I’m Morrison’s daughter and just as disorganized poetically. People have even told me I possess a room like Morrison when I walk into it (pre war days). I’m a mess. Helps. 💞

I love you so hard, don’t I baby?


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Singularity

My love, tidal forces have ripped through me masked as your words
Your gravity so immense I am collapsing –
Spaghettified by your verse

What do you do with the light you recite?
Give it all to her
I am stretched into singularity trying to reach what I deserve

My love, mountains crumble the way you and I fall
We’re tumbling all over Earth
My feet stumble for the words you birth

How do you make time stand still?
Twisting and pulling
Do I exist so you can feel?

My love, you pull every fiber of my being
I come undone
Sinful and holy thing, all-consuming

Engulf me whole…

© Delia Ross. 2020

My hair is getting so long (on one side) it just curls around me and every inch of this silky fabric is organic, real, homegrown from my skull, and mine (though it tangles just from thinking about blowing on it, brush it from down up please and in sections or it tangles while brushing and never brush it wet, ever or you’ll ruin my fine silks *sigh*. I just know someone’s going to fuck my hair up when I die. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH IT AND DON’T FUCKING LET THE GOVERNMENT CREMATE MY BODY FOR FREE AND GIVE ME A WHITE TOMB AND BURY ME WITH OTHER UNKNOWN SOLDIERS. Instead, freeze me and give my body to science and they can clone me and bring me back to life digitally or like for real in the future. I’m down with that but don’t stick me in a fucking box either 6 feet under. If you do though, let my hair keep growing, don’t touch it, that’s my point. La la la

I don’t know how many poems I’ve written, because life is chaos and order, but 99.9979% have been for you. But what came first, the black hole or the star? Could the star be where it’s at today without the black hole? What if all these chemicals and elements exist because ionization occured from the black hole? What if I’m the black hole instead and you are the star? What if none of these poems were ever written? What if I never feel your actual kiss? Might die… might survive… might go supernova in your sky.

So, I hate you and I love you. “My indecision is final”.

I see what they write about you. But it doesn’t fucking compare, to the magnitude of the words we write each other (I mean the words you don’t write me at all but do but don’t but do but don’t but do). Ahem. *gets back in coffin* I’m over everything and I want to hibernate through winter…



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Companion Star

You’re not just my companion star, you’re my entire fucking world

Observe

300 trillion miles from Earth my love is still yours

I’m your girl

South, North, East, West

I love you best for sure

Visible to the naked eye and traveling light speeds my love

You left on me a celestial fingerprint

Love permanent

Every night I watch the stars rising like my love for you

Your name is etched on my soul true

I love you more than there are grains of sand

Watch love expand

It’s been expanding since the Big Bang 13 billion years ago

It was written so

Your lines are received

They are attached to me

You give me soul shattering earthquakes

Soulshakes, trembles, and full aches

My life leaped galaxies leaping for you

Hopscotch between your dream and mine

I’ve been gravitating towards you this whole time

The Earth is spinning because you kissed me with words

Where nothing hurts

I have never seen a bouquet more beautiful than the ones you assemble with verbs

Your eyes kiss mine and mountains tremble in skies

You make all of Earth rise

The stars are my love

© Delia Ross. 2020

Bleeding rhyme from the divine – his mind – my line

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Fold

I’m falling to pieces
Falling for you

I fold into creases
When I see your blue

I’m crawling these inches
Wasted for two

I’m still burning bridges
To get a better view

© Delia Ross. 2020

Always writing

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Our Tree

I went to visit the tree we planted
The seed that fell as our hearts connected
The hope that grew as love erected
A time before I was neglected

I buried my heart where you rejected
And even left faith if ever collected
I have found peace and wrongs been corrected
The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected

© Delia Ross. 2020

I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.

In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.

His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.


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Messy but fucking lovable

Leap

I still see you and feel a rush
I think I’m dead then find a pulse
Tell myself it’s just impulse
But heart and mind still convulse

I hear your voice then start to faint
My wings expand without constraint
Then lust and love start to taint
I leap in gallops for a taste

© Delia Ross. 2020

Cut me up and piece me back together, I’m still into you…



I’ve tried to kill the need but it just grows stronger. I need you hard.

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Age of Expansion

My love, we share the same Sun
Put an ocean between us, we are still one
My love, look how far we have come
Going nowhere, though fast we have spun

Holy is the space of us
Our mistakes is only dust
Love is spinning, Earth is crust
Gone are sorrows and love we must

© Delia Ross. 2020

The sweetest poem I’ve ever written, part two. I swore the love bug off but fate is persistent (or obsession). But don’t worry, I have some anti-love poems coming too…


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By Your Side

There are pieces of my heart littered in your poetry
You free me from agony
To me your soul is candy
Sweetened, darkened and tempting

I love you through weal and woe
All the highs and low
Wondering how deep the shallows go
And drowning in moments when I know

Your voice makes the sea rise
I’m lost in the swell of your blue eyes
I’m clinging on to your tide
Or maybe destiny is by your side

© Delia Ross. 2020

Forever by your side

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Invisibility

I look for him in places he won’t be
I’m not perfect like she
I’m not anything
Alive for humility
So tired of suffering
In cloaks of invisibility
Why does he torture me
He loves her infinitely
I am nobody
No one worth to see
I am dying

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wonder if he stopped buying her things if he’d still be seen…

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Noble Signs

My love, I have moved galaxies to watch you walloping
I have paused sunsets to feel your warmth
I have stretched across reason to find you galloping
Like a wild stallion to find my court

My love, why do you let doubt cloud the view?
I would build apologies grander than heaven
If it took the burden from you
You are an 8th wonder times seven

My love, every night I rest my eyes on your dreams
Do not chew on regret
For you, my love spans galaxies
Please don’t ever forget!

My love, why do you let the wind whisper doubt in your ear?
You are a spiraling galaxy
Love is in your atmosphere
And it all comes from me

My love, my arms are branches of hope
For you they grow
So long they circle the globe
They were made for you though

My love, the lines on my lips are edges of time
And for you, always these lines
Every crease nestles our rhyme
Here lay the noble signs

© Delia Ross. 2020

So I’ve been on a tiny posting break (but not writing) and absolutely blown away at how many likes and comments my previous post garnered. Over 100 likes and 60 comments on my freestyle His Kingdom, thank you! 😍 My mom even left a comment, how do I top myself? I never wanted to post again and it is still receiving likes! I should just start a new blog and let it reign forever…. but I have other poems I really need to post. I have so much left to say before I die. If I get anything right in life it will be my death. My words can stay with you forever.

Destiny provided by the universe and my love for you ❤


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Wordsmith

His words the ocean, I’m his sailor
Bound to him like he’s my jailer
He is a wordsmith tailor
My heart became his crater

I am a flower growing
A majestic garden he is sowing
The wind that’s eternally flowing
Every breath that he’s been blowing


© Delia Ross. 2020

A higher love
His love is tailored to me

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Angel

A fallen angel is just human
In ruin
Falling for you
The way lovers do
I’m human too
Forgetting from where I came
My creed your name


© Delia Ross. 2020


My creed your name

I’m getting ready to go on some sort of two week social media detox. I’ll be working on content for my campaign and patrons still. But elsewhere I’m gonna attempt radio silence.

All Over Me

He cuts through space
Like it’s lace
This wide open expanse
A playground of fate

He gets inside my mind
With ease and rhyme
Never left to chance
Always taking his time

His words kiss my lips
The way he grips
As if in a dance
Love a total eclipse

Feel him shaking my soul
Every distance we go
How his eyes enchant
While making me whole

My eyes awake still they dream
His love always in my bloodstream
And I alone in trance
Yet he’s all over me

© Delia Ross. 2020

I mean, I sat down to write a non-rhyme so I could describe an energetic kiss but then ‘lace’ appeared and non-rhyme was done for… sorry not sorry.

If I ever stop dreaming of his kiss I will fucking die…

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Luminesce

In love and war
I do confess
I pushed the test

With nothing more
Than a guess
And heart midwest

I kicked the door
With little stress
An uninvited guest

My love an ocean floor
And hope a treasure chest
With his name addressed

For the one I adore
Maybe in excess
Where vows professed

Inside poetry the decor
Words in luminesce
With my heart compressed

His blue eyes an oar
And motionless
Resting underneath my breast

A creed he swore
In bareness
His heart at rest

Did I restore
A hand since blessed
With one final quest

No love before
Now he does possess
The very best

© Delia Ross. 2020

Hi. I love you.

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A Million Sunsets + My Love

There are a million sunsets in his eyes
He has the deepest blue in his skies
He’s got the mark of love well-disguised
He has a tongue that leaves me mesmerized

He’s like a vehicle for spiritual ascension
Or my absolute end, did I ever mention?
And when our tether is broken there is so much tension
And I swear our love reaches another dimension

He’s the reason my heart keeps beating on
And my pen will never write him a Dear John
Nor when I hide am I ever gone
When I see his face I am seeing dawn

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s the end of the world and love is the only thing I’ll willingly die for…

P.S. I love you

Sunday chills
Like, I still love you after all these years
I mean like, we’re in hell/purgatory, how long has it been? My love for you?
I’ve been loving you nearly as long as I’ve been growing my hair out…
And I can barely fit it all in the picture. My hair and my love.
You’re all I’m thinking of. 24/7. I need you.
Everything’s for you, isn’t it?

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Hawk

I climbed a mountain but there was nothing at the top
I kept on going when the others cheered I’d flop
I kept on smiling even when I had to stop
I swear I love him even more than what I thought

I turn around and he’s collecting all I’ve dropped
I leave him messages underneath the rock
I thought he hates me but we’ve never even fought
We keep on eyeing each other like a hawk

© Delia Ross. 2020


You know that feeling when someone is watching you? And so you turn your head and catch someone staring a hole through you? Now move that into the virtual world and include ghosting. I can’t quantify or verify with absolute proof, but I swear he’s burning a hole straight through the fabric of my soul. We’re in hell, so I can’t turn around but I feel him on my back. And I leave him clues in my words. I live in his words. And I have a brain injury so sometimes I can’t separate fantasy from reality. And I don’t care anymore. Love Is Love. (And I stare a hole through his existence too. I feel him). Tethered.

” I always feel like somebody’s watching me / like I’m part of their property..”


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Fields of Knowing

Do you remember when our words were married
Like hands we were holding each other through gates of a dawning
And our love was a thread to the world we were sowing
Every step, every fall, every poem, was the heaven we were growing
Like a vine, I would climb fields of knowing
In your dreams, I would dance and you would hold me

© Delia Ross. 2020


Sorry, technical issues on the last post, folks (reposting)…


I love you wherever you are, whoever you are, or whoever you become.

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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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