Who will save the sane?
Cognitive Dissonance
Who will save the sane?
Tag: fears
Circles
He keeps chasing his tail, he has no self-worth
Synchronizing
Potentially, the greatest question I've ever asked. A 10 word poem.
Underworld
Ah, love in the underworld; sinks fangs into flesh (succulent)
Peaches and Cream
My tongue is sweet and sour...
Source
Goddess of Confusion / A poem + photos (because why not)
Cobwebs
A poem about spiders, or I don't know, maybe emotional manipulation. My thoughts might be creepy but tis almost Halloween! Cobwebs!
A Visit From Lu Part 4
A Visit From Lu Part 4
The Day I End
Maybe today is the day I find my courage
A Visit From Lu Part 3
A Visit From Lu Part 3 (new poetry series)
Webs
I put up with alot of bullshite
Percentages
Pesky numbers
Devils Sea
maybe something inside
Apophis
The end of times is upon us and I'm over the bullshit
Cold Front
I wasn't prepared for winter
Exiled
Banished from his heart
King of Sorrows
He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.
Depression On
Trigger Warning + metaphorical cutting
Candor
Does he really mean the terrible things he says about me?
Queen of the Knight
Checkmate, please. A Queen who loves her Knight.
Ah, The Great Depression!
Ahh ye great joy of depression!
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.
Netherworld
A poem about the devil in hell or about depression. Depression IS hell.
Event Horizon
I imagine getting pulled into a black hole must feel exactly like depression and anxiety.
Anxiety
A poem about anxiety cuz it's always on our tail!!!
Dark Alleyway
The lure of fucking love. A poem. A micropoem about purgatory, longing, desire.
Last Rites
A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...
War
Take heed my warning For death is coming The skies are painted red Mud instead is raining And burying the dead No amount of training Prepared for the bloodshed © Delia Ross. 2019
DETAINED
OLD PHOTO, NEW POEM! 'DETAINED' by @poeeternal He makes me want to sin But it'd be heaven I contend The way his words move under my skin I'd fall for him again and again I once made my amend While feeling silence closing in If only there were more moments to spend Would he care … Continue reading DETAINED
