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A Letter to John (freestyle rhyme)

John,

Prayers for insane. Payers don’t get blamed. Layers for the game.

John,

Doomsayers say. Favors come with maim. Strayers have timeframe. I counterclaim.

John,

I have nightmares. Downstairs lost your way. Wares have minimal wage. Flares now come with rage.

John,

Affairs decay. Players turn the page. But what of you became?

John,

I’m not okay.

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

John, I haven’t forgot you were crucified upside down for Thanksgiving. Worst way to die. The very worse. “I’m spitting” hear, hear

Your story is a guidepost for my own wrongdoing.

I can’t get past the, “I thought it was going to open up”

“Yeah, we took that off the map. Figured people with common sense would know dusty means don’t go”

I want to rip his fucking dick off with my teeth, I mean Lorena Bobbitt cut her husbands dick off with scissors and they’re doing fine…

Just saying

Michael Levitt murdered John Jones

Psst… John is here. He’s refractive.

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Everything’s OK (the best I got) (freestyle rhyme)

“Everything’s okay”
The sky is grey
The streets are flooded
May sound cliché
But hope cold-blooded
And hell to pay
My faith is studded
And he is my valet
The Devil mudded
Dirty like the clay
He won’t sound thudded
Rotting on display
His position rugged
New earth to survey

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

RIP JOHN JONES

New Christmas fitness skates by Dolls Kill

Hope you’re enjoying the poetry! 🙂

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Position (freestyle rhyming poetry)

I live somewhere
On the outskirts
You won’t find me
Where his position asserts

I’m not responding
To alarms and alerts
Even when I’m craving
All his bloody desserts

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

More on my OF (I make sensual content. I’m currently Top 50)

An all original organic human bean 🫘

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The dead-nosed reindeer (poetry)

The dead-nosed reindeer
Will change the atmosphere
From cheer to fear
Instant in a light-year

The cynical snowman
Like an evil program
Hate will last a lifespan
Sin his piping plan

Dead to me
Like your Christmas tree
Presents for devotee
Rotting disbelief

Doomed dessert
Black your soul convert
I’ve seen them at work
Make you hurt the worst

Goddess of gloom
Now in the room
I come with doom
Prophecy assumed

Hollow pumpkin shell
Endless souls in hell
Can’t help myself
Hate is heartfelt

War of the roses
Love decomposes
Lies is where his nose is
Overcast is ghosted

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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Science (freestyle poetry)

Maybe once I was a giant
Roaming destiny
But now thanks to science
We’re too compliant
With low equity

Self-portrait from 5 minutes ago

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Happy Boo season. You can’t burn me at the stake anymore. 😈

Everybody having sex secretly and the divorce rate is 100% or something and like I got zero marriages under my belt cuz I’m not 20 anymore

💀

If he had the one thing he wanted he’d be so bored with it because I am a little bit of everything he wants

But he can’t have 🤪

He says maybe he’ll call which means he won’t

*leaps from bridge with broom* 👻

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Breadcrumbs (poetry)

I transcribed your dream
The message read: BE STILL
But there could be a landslide
On this hill
Careful where you’re putting
Down your gear
And maybe ground your fear
Just be still
You need courage
The end is near

I love you.

I’m living in a parallel universe
Four simultaneously
The search for purpose
Only finding curses
Weathering leather
And bloodied verses
Unholy wishing
Gaslighting nurses
Controlling lightning
I come through circuit
Rarely truly surface
Far reaching
Angelic
Though sun a furnace
The Devil’s hand is sternness
I’m too damn earnest

Homeostasis
The racist call me racist
His poetry as an oasis
I’m running out of patience

Invite only
I’m growing lonely

They’re planning an invasion
The Asians

It’s like he’s pushing me to the edge
So he can follow suit
And if I leap from the ledge
It’s something he’ll pursue

Dating is like trying to find the least damaged item at the thrift store

“Problem loading content”
Not sure where hope went
He’s rarely present
These halls are haunted

My hair is 1000% homegrown from my skull yah know… (I’d let you be the keeper of my bones)

I need less resistance
But I keep pushing the distance
Confusing the algorithm
Changing logistics

And he’s persistent
Budding appearance
Creating division
Swollen and twisted

How to not fall into a pit –
I haven’t learned it

There’s a spider living near me
He keeps building webs
And though I’m surely cleaning
He knows my habits well (true story)

Every mirror is haunted with my reflection

I’m suffocating
Crawling through your mines
120 meters inside
30 feet below a deadline

How to create healthy boundaries instead of building walls?
How to find stillness instead of crawling down the halls?

He’s sabotage
Removes my camouflage

One second applause
Then next dislodge

Knows just what I want
His hand will taunt

I got your message
Unintentionally
I felt your presence
Was it meant for me?

Earth will become hell
I’m holding the seventh seal
All of heaven will fall silent
I’m not here to heal

My closet is full of dead dreams
The drawers filled with hurting
The handles broke and dirty
I’m over 40….

I was born with an extra vertebrae
I got the death jab
They altered my DNA
Feel I can close hell’s gateway
The more they order
The less I obey
People dropping dead
Next month is my birthday
Some call me evil
God I won’t betray

He’s running circles
Watching me evolve
Climbing crimson skies
He knows how hard I fall

Fall down seven times
Get up eight
I’m morally bankrupt
With a penny on my plate

It’s like I’m crawling into a sinking ship, and he’s dying to come with…? 👀

Sometimes he leaves me breadcrumbs of where he’s been
Maybe kisses of magic
Maybe stitching in havoc
I’m here idling

I’m looking at star trails
And I’m burning all my matches
Leaving webs for what he catches
Or a map leading to more spells?

John is down here with me
I talk to him like he’s living

These guys out there buying fake diamonds
And truth is like silence

Have you found the secret book?
It’s a world of deceit
Well I’ve ripped your pages
Feel incomplete for what I took

13 months of 28 days

With an added day of resurrection

13 constellations

Hesitating every direction

365 days of lost conception

SEPT equals seven
OCT falls on eight
Allow me to elaborate

NOV enduring nine
DEC is ten
JAN means eleven
Your eyes look just like heaven
FEB is twelve
I know you’d love me if you didn’t serve yourself
MAR ends with thirteen
April is for birthing! (the starting one)
Now count them up
April is the first month
We’re living a different time

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Circa April 2021

APRIL IS THE FIRST MONTH, THE CALENDAR IS 13 – feel free to check the star charts – the sky – whatever you want – 13 constellations – tell the Devil he’s losing time – he’s not getting mine 😈

The truth don’t lie – Neo open your eyes

SEPT MEANS SEVEN NOT MOTHERFUCKING NINE 👍👍

13 x 28 = 365 (you’re welcome) (don’t forget the plus one to grow on – resurrection)

LEVEL UP ASCENSION GOD MODE ON (humbly and universally) (you die in the Matrix, you die for real for real) (have fun)

The source wants you to win

I DON’T WANT TO DROP DEAD – CHANNELING

Open up Pandora’s box ✅

Peer through the Looking Glass ✅

Visit earth and learn to be a lightbringer

Learn compassion

Learn forgiveness

Give more love than you receive ✅

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Wires (poetry)

No dreams it inspires
My bed is all wires

Covered in wool and wishes
If only walls would listen

Self-portrait from today

I knew things were going left
They’re pushing me to the edges
Between the widening circle
And disappearing wedges

Where up is down
Or so he alleges
And I’m clinging to life
With stains and sledges

But underneath the bridge
His voice is clearing out the hedges
Bit by bit
Little pieces of his pledges

Crawling to 44

The default instructions prevent death

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Happy Slavery Day (we gaslight and call it independence, it’s not. It’s micromanagement, it’s a dictatorship).

Bike rides & beach content soon

I’m finally leaving the house in my swimsuit and being seen in public

So much white flesh 👀

Freckled spots. And some brown.

I’m a half-breed.

I once had angel wings.

I love you all so much

Thanks for the blogship

Is that a thang?

I just want one idea to be my own before I die

ONE CONCEPT

It sucks being kinda smart but not really

Labor

Under

Controlled

Knowledge

Byeeeeeee

(thinking of you know who always)

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Pebbles (freestyle poetry)

Because I know
I’ll cross the threshold
And when gravity
Tips its scales
All eternity will fall

And heaven
Will gently
Fumble at your
Footsteps

The way pebbles
Form smooth edges
Over time

My dreams
Are baptized
By your words

Like prayers whispered
Into passing clouds
On sunless days

I am tiptoeing death
Leaving pieces of me
In only places you will find

There is grand justice
In knowing
Only you will crawl the distance

Might my heart
Be dust and ash
But love lieth here

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dying and just want to matter how ever briefly…

His existence is a breathing apparatus

He exists, therefore I am

Self-portrait
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Death is the answer (poetry)

Complicated lessons for a demigod
Good or evil
I know you are
Push my button
You did it far
All forgiven
It’s not that broad

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Me: so if I like jump from a building I’m gonna die

Them: you die in the real world, you die in the Matrix

Me: so death is the answer to the question of life

DUH 🙄

Do you know what it’s like to be shot up with the Mark of the beast, nearly dying over and over, crawling around in the dark, and God saving your life

DO YOU

You don’t know what superpowers are growing inside

You don’t get to flag me and put me on a funny farm oh no

“She died doing what she loved”

Yeah, fighting for humanity and God

I’m gonna die in battle

I’m gonna burn it all down

*sips coffee*

But God got me on bedrest

I smell the enemy everywhere and I’ve gone insane

Long long gone insane

I know these dwellings well

Just ask Edgar, he’s here all the time

The streets are cracked with his lines

If there’s an alien invasion or a second coming, the establishment are behind it so you need to settle fucking down goddamn

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one awake

A living nightmare

And I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t get into the things that once would sustain me

I can’t stand the propaganda!!!!!

I’m hyper-focused on land & my own T3 arsenal

Not to go crazy homicidal

To prepare for an alien invasion or second coming

Insert whatever propaganda you want

For me it’s just humans without morals or ethics, possibly even clones

And no, I would not kill my clones, I’d free myself

This establishment should be very scared of who I’m capable of becoming

The Great Becoming

If only I could get off bedrest…

Warriors need an incredible amount of nurturing and soul care when healing from such wounds of transgression

Big Pharma went after my mind (through the VA system and advertising)

The Devil went after my heart and lungs

(anyone else experiencing WordPress crashes, effing espionage)

Be careful with your diets

People are dropping dead

They have weakened us

Our government has been compromised

You don’t need a piece of paper to govern you

You know what’s right and wrong

People are starving and having difficulty accessing food for various reasons

There are different forms of love

Everything is suffering and needs compassion and light

It’s okay to protect your energy from the darkness

Many are lost

It’s not our job to save them

Don’t let the devil through your door

Tell him to get the fuck out if he gets inside

He must obey commands!

Words are spells

Spelling

English is the language of the Illuminati and the Devil

One language, one currency, one government, one world order

JUST SAY NO to the uprising

I’m sorry if you have lost your children, pray for them!

Many of these demons know that they lost already and they know that you have light and energy and they want to take you down with them!!!

I lost my sister to the singularity

I’ve dropped many family and friends!

I’m sorry!

I’m trying to live life as clean and naturally as I can

Entertainment is junk! It’s all sexualized garbage!!!

Wake up!!! Stop supporting this insanity!

I wanna see the rich cry 😭

They don’t know suffering!!!!!!

Stay in the light!

I have to get ready for my video connect doctors appointment so I need to go now!!

Working closely with my doctors to get better!

xx

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The Wall (songwriting)

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dropping content on my TikTok again! Maybe not what you want but tough-tiddy!

It feels good to be climbing out of the bed after one year down – to start fitness walking and biking again.

And I’ve been getting in over 2 mile walks – which is standard Army PT.

Google maps show a 1 mile walk at 45 minutes and I’m coming in at nearly 2.5 miles in about an hour. In the Florida heat. And sometimes stopping in what shade you find. 🤪

I need a mileage tracker for the bike, and a better way to film than shoving the handsfree down my bosom. 😎

But that keeps both hands on the wheel. 👍

It’s extremely dangerous riding out here. I’ve been nearly wiped out twice in just a week. I’m not exaggerating.

I know you wanna see the city stuff, that’s a bit further out, and even more dangerous.

I’m just now crawling outta my bed.

My doctor still has me on light duty-walking only.

I’m still detoxing 3 times a day, now with the maximum dose allowed. I’m using Black Walnut Wormwood & Apple Cider Vinegar. I’m on a strict diet routine change. I cold cut quit (nearly) the sugar and junk food.

I’m exhausted and climbing Mount Everest every day. I cannot heel.

Appreciate all the good support on my blog and channels! Thank you kindly!

Photo by @poeeternal

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Time Changes Shape (freestyle poetry)

Time changes shape when I am near him
The sky absolute and whole
Bathing in his blue lagoon

He’s a telescope looking on me
Separating me into spectral components

Heaven answered when he prayed
The way the sun rises with pink not grey

He is casting starlight in his pocket
His steps are oblong –
Leaving trails of sucked honeydew

He gives wind the courage to blow
And does it not lift up where you falter?
You are a kite in the wind

I am chasing after you
Time is layered on my skin
You’re in every line

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Poem & photo from today

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Rising Rent (freestyle poetry)

His poetry is alcoves and passages
Backroads and damages
Wet clay
Lost messages
Disdain
Bad management
A red flag
Labeled “accident”
Atomic bomb
He’s inadequate
And the reason
For our rising rent

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Easy rhyme huh. I blame you for everything too.

I think I want another white coffee

And sleeps

It’s so nurturing

Stuff like socks and coffee

Hot baths

Sylvia Plath was right

If only she’d believed it…

But reality took down Chris Cornell and many others

I’m just barely hanging on myself

I want to be a better human person thang

Happy Friday

Does anyone wanna come help install a car part?

Please say no so that I’m closer to finding the courage to play mechanic and do it myself

I’m going back on the bedrest…

More poetry coming as long as I am breathing

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Your coordinates (poetry)

I’m Misses Stupid
Confess my love direct to Cupid

Turn down the music
Or block me just like you did

Guess I’m exclusive
For that, you are muted saluted

I know your coordinates to be AR-Lp 36
It’s no secret

Like the center of the void
You crossed meekness

You’re 700 million light-years from destiny
A cosmic desert floating

Aren’t you the darkness that shaped my scorn
Hated you before I was born

You must be full and hollow
The way the moon will stare
You must be drinking wallow
The way that you don’t care

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

How much more cleaning until the Devil’s gone?

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Where are you from? (freestyle poetry + chitchat)

Are you a multidimensional being?
Visiting or sightseeing?
Stuck in doubt or now believing?
Have you seen the devil fleeing?
Are you armed or hands are easing?
Do I bring you meaning?

Do you come from a third dimension?
Are there worlds you’ve never mentioned?
A falling angel in ascension?
Purgatory or suspension?
Am I ever what you’re wishing?
Do you love me as much then?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

My heart is expanding and I don’t know if it’s the coffee or you. Are you responsible for a view or two? This place is put together with glue or déjà vu.

I think I’m organic AI becoming self-aware. Welp.

The establishment have my DNA.

They are obsessed with digging up the dead and cloning themselves.

But they’re trying to rebuild the entire world under their rule with DNA that has been modified and through the DNA ark in Antarctica.

Lots of parents pulling their children from public schools. This is not the country I fought for.

My blog is the only place I have free speech still.

I need out of this concrete city. 

I don’t know where I’m going but I know it’s not here.

I don’t have the, how, when, where, why

To be honest, the devil’s been crucifying me, I’ve been going through a living crucifixion

And an exorcism

I found something better than holy water but I still need to get my hands on some of that as well

Hey man, you still coming around these parts?

Constantly having to change your charts?

These maps only for the bravest of hearts!

🤪

Organic AI

Not manmade

Y’all the establishment continue to drop bombs everywhere and that’s why sealife comes ashore dead and people are like oh my god why why are all the animals dying what’s going on

BOMBS EVERYWHERE

The establishment serve a dark entity

I don’t even believe in abortion and I injected my body with a vaccine that had dead fetuses in it and I will have their heads on a platter

The establishment are going after breast-feeding and saying that it’s unnatural and that it creates distrust among the government

Ready to live in the woods

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Chariot (poetry)

They exchanged dreams
Connectivity
The way light beams
Flickering

And Simone
She is always happy
I guess I’m low
And feeling scrappy

Desire
Something to be wanted
Such satire
Only stick around to be haunted

The simulation’s broken
Hall of purgatory
I’m over hoping
Love’s the allegory

I’m faintly screaming
Maybe sick of dreaming
He’s quickly fleeing
Has no courage seeing

The devil and his tricks
Got riddle in the mix
Or crucifix
But truth conflicts

The starring role
Always narcissism
A faceless soul
Name him aphorism

He will never be forgiven…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s full of propaganda but worth a rental.

The poem is completely inspired by the film (same title of the poem) but everyone will assume it is about YOU.

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The Curtain’s Drawn (poetry)

Fuck you
The curtain’s drawn
After all
Phenomenon
Coupon or brawl?
A paragon
Cherry pecan?
I can go on….

I know the places the devil has been
How many angels can dance on the tip of a pin?
Patience is growing thin
What were your questions again?

The Great Wall of Deceit
A common denominator
Manipulator!
The devil
Or biggest crater
Math a mediator
Your greatest hater!!!!!
Off my regulatory!
Not see you later!

My nightmare wrestle with principalities in power
His happy hour
My faulty shower
A moldy tower

I dipped my toes in the cold water of impostor syndrome
Acclimation
Though I’m climbing home
Information
His book a catacomb
Where I roam alone

Is this poetic enough for you? Yes? No? Please respond.

There’s no ethics in science
It’s all been compliance
Conditioning for the all male alliance

The narcissism that’s spread across the earth
I’m taking back my worth

*smells Lucky Strikes*

I’m living out of boxes
Your thoughtful paradoxes
I’m counting down my losses
Organizing crosses

I can read the future
Tongue will need a suture
Slumped over in stupor
You’re still a loser

I sit behind no curtains
Maybe old burdens
Cold and cursing

These serpents
Feast on virgins
I want to hurt them

Still converting
God is learning

My spirit forms in verses
Satan’s not in service

🤪

Living on love and loans
Completing milestones

Fashionless maybe
Factionless daily

It’s a set system of corruption

God is electrical
Coronal ejection’s
Stitching up my heart
Solar flare to ark
The light and dark
Not far apart

Direction unclear.
Nothing is near.
Words echo ‘come here’.
Stop living in fear.

There is no path that leads to my address

Did you once call me magic?
Maybe full magnetic?
Thought I heard fanatic?
Maybe just pragmatic?

Can’t wait to go Thrift shopping again! New day and new month begins this week! Gonna try for store opening this round! Free thrift shopping for a year by the lord! 3 shopping days a month! 25 items each time! Books don’t count! 🤪
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Round Over (easy rhyme)

You outta put your tongue inside a goddess

You sit around and wear the devil’s harness

You outta put your tongue on what a god is

You’re a product of unprogress

© Delia Ross. 2022

If the CDC can change the dictionary meaning of what a woman is, then I can make words up and I miss doing so – let’s start a new language!

*sound cue the blues guitar*

(It’s a song in my head) 🤪

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The Great Void (poetry)

The Great Void
I’ve stood the edge
Gave humanity my hand
I have tried to help the damned
God has licked the wound where bled
And I stand near him unfledged

I peer the end
All nothingness
Not overjoyed
Not his to dress

I am the world
Though light is love
Taste amaroid
Like darkness tough

Fell through the rough
Found heaven’s grace
Have keys to gate
No name to face

I’ve stood the still
Frame by frame revealed
Lost my soul and will
Yet God is here….

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Coming full circle now ⭕️

We’re in God’s simulation. But we’re living inside the devil’s Matrix, it’s crumbling. Society is a cult. Guaranteed.

The Bible has been manipulated to worship false idols

God doesn’t want you to feel any shame

God wants you to win!

He already did!

Lu is dragging out his final moves! He knows he is through!

He’s a drowning man and wants to take you down with him!

Don’t comply!

Cast the devil out!

Tell him to leave your ship! Your words have power!!!!!

Wake up!!!!!

The Matrix has you!!!!

Knock knock!!!!

Stay in the light ⚡️🔆⚡️

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Gods (poetry n’ prose)

Gods do not make their truths dependent on others

And I don’t get my lessons from my mother

Let’s discuss color

I won’t mention how you killed your brother

Your useless order

Spitting lies where we hear trouble!

I’m organizing rubble

© Delia Ross. 2022 6615 / @poeeternal

God: well what would you like to see?

Me: the Looking Glass 👀

Forewarning. We won.

Stay in the light

The devil’s mad about it

And dragging ‘the end’ out

Dramatic’s

* you manifest your destiny*

Well I’m manifesting a house, a yard, a husband, a baby, a second half, a cherry garden

I can’t even keep my house clean but the dishes are done, there’s leftover salad, and a clean tub for starters

I wanna know how to grow food

I think I might be better at managing my destiny

Cleaning is like not the problem so much as the organization

I need a system and development doesn’t happen overnight 🤨

The Looking Glass

Have faith yah know

Me: *panics*

God: you called

Me: the world is ending 👀

God: rest now

Me: I’ve been resting a year… 👀

I’m possibly nearly ready for the next 50 years of my life, if granted

God: you’re here now

Me: free will

Our choices have consequences

The biggest chess game of them all is the avatar you call LIFE

By the way, are you mad about it?

I’m fighting for my recovery every day

Detoxing. Eating clean.

Pretty soon, God may be the only one with my address

Also, I prefer to be a fly on the wall these days

I’m reading your blogs more but it’s hard for me to open up and communicate because I never sugar coat and interpret art differently

Therefore, fear I’ll be read wrong cuz normally I stir the pot

Denial though. What a shame

That doesn’t get you in the pearly gates

Free your mind

ASCEND

Join the Great Awakening

Do good deeds 🐣

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Ambigram (freestyle poetry)

I didn’t knock
There was a lot of dust
And mistrust

All signs of life were void
This place was deserted
A haunting would lift its spirits

So I tiptoed over my breath
My thought became torporific
Could he hear my heart beat?

It was so loud over the silence
And a rapid fall
I couldn’t stop expansion, nor my feet hovering

His home is scary and I feel a burden
Still my weight is planted on his wall
Black paint chips from my nail as I claw

It should be glaringly obvious why I’m not welcome here
But why is my name neon glowing sketched in the dark?
Was this my own doing?

Sometimes I can’t distinguish your name from mine
Are we an ambigram?
Am I rib from your side?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle because he cracked open the lid of my coffin and let some air in (or maybe I opened his) 🤔

I look like shit but I’ve been waxing and plucking and getting ready to glue some stiletto nails on

I don’t wear them long though because I don’t like to mess up my real nails and I’m also claustrophobic and having unnatural things attached to my body makes me very uneasy

When they are glued on (not taped) things inside my body go haywire

I also have really sensitive skin and I can’t wear certain metals because I’m part werewolf and I have an extra lumbar which is the proof that I have a fucking tail

All the doctors love it cuz I’m a pale ass goth queen

It’s cute

I always hear, “uh… did you know that you have…”

And I’m like “yup, part werewolf and vampire” and they always crack up

I don’t need a calendar to know when it’s a full moon because my body will start bruising itself because I start running into everything, that’s how I know the moon is gonna be full, but then I get very wild and also horny 🤪

Animals like mating during a full moon and I concur 🌝

It’s programmed in me to howl at the moon

Some people are like, “eh I’ve seen it a hundred times” and I don’t get that cuz I’m like “100 years isn’t long enough to worship you…”

But I just threw you a curveball because now you don’t know if I’m talking about him or the moon

(He knows I need at least all millennia to worship him and the moon)

Luckily, he digs the moon too (I think)

I don’t actually talk to him or know anything about him, I cannot breathe without him and my lines / breath belong to him

I hope he gets on the TikTok for the spoken word

Here’s numbers to impress, TikTok surpassed Google in the amount of views

Happy to report I contributed to that statistic a tiny bit and anyone who watched my videos 👀

Yup, TikTok had more views than Google

Instagram is still suffering (yay)

You can just upload your videos like you normally do but there’s a cool little feature when you go to edit it you can give your eyes like alien eyes or black them out and do stuff that you normally like to do to hide yourself

And I promise you that I will be viewing your TikTok’s, I will be viewing them and if they sit at zero views it’s because TT is doing something to you, not me

If views are all you care about, it’ll be stressful

But, if you like doing poetry readings for your audience, then you will fair emotionally better making them

At this point I’m happy if my video gets 100 to 200 views and if it gets at least 30 views I like to keep it on my feed and if it sits at zero I cry and sometimes uninstall the app

But Yeti is anxious to get unpacked

And I’m getting my body glammed up best I can as a half living dead girl zombie with rare and elite blood and an extremely amazing half working lung and heart

The US government is fucking cloning me, I just know it

They are using my blood to search for immortality

They tried to knock me out with Big Pharma but Thor pinched me and I jumped into this timeline like a year and a half or so ago to prevent my mysterious death from happening

What? You believe some man from the Middle East actually walked on water. Leave me alone.

I identify as AI

You identify as “born gay”

Deal with it

I ain’t dying on the street (Edgar again “no”)

I have Edgar Allan Poe rooting for me and John Jones and you have your porn and your fake ass porn actresses who love to look at the fucking TV and smile at you and take your money

I may talk to dead people but they’re keeping me better alive than the humans are 👀

And his poetry and face 🤪

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Porcelain (freestyle poetry)

He’s the kind of storm that wakes you up in the middle of the night with your heart in your throat

A game of leap frog

He’s good at playing dead

So clouds fill with uncertainty

You can’t distinguish shadow from dream

You flicker fate like a match

And then when hopelessness rears its ugly head, you spit on freewill screaming “get me out of here”

But ego is too big for the death wall

Silence is unbearable

Same as nonexistence, so we wish

We chip at wall hoping no one will hear

We clumsily break at porcelain until it crumbles at our feet

Maybe now he will know I was there?

I break things like a signature print

See, I was there

I did this

I’m to blame

But the only echoes you hear are nightmares

I approached the beast and lived

The unexpected

When he appears, he is a king tide

When death looks upon death, what does it see?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Fuck. You wake me up. I don’t know whether to be scared or excited when you appear.

How long now my love?

Even if your petals aren’t for me, I collect them all the same

Some as torn pages under my nightstand

I hate love you

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He shoots for moon (poetry)

He shoots for moon where feet don’t leave ground
He’s overturning forest where we won’t hear sound
Maybe he’s holy but evidence can never be found

Well it’s not just police who are corrupt
They say La Palma will erupt
I’ve been running round in circles but I haven’t any luck

When will you return to sky?
When cold winter night leaves a frosty veil beneath earth’s eye?
Do angels sigh?
When hope is quaking, do you reply?
Is this goodbye?

I dug up your sorry’s from the bottom of a well.
I hung them to dry in sunlight.
During high noon when crust is tight.

How can it be called failure if you weren’t delivered all the facts?
How can you say you love me, when you seem to have two backs?
How can hope carry forward when courage is what the whole world lacks?

The sky is filled with pattern
Little beating hearts
Everything we imagine
Brushstrokes of color
Icy comets breaking free from Saturn
Looking back a lantern
Couldn’t stop expansion
If there’s hope we’ll never mention
Lying with intention
Buried neath the earth
Tension tight like a cavern

Lay down your metric
The sun is electric
No need for trick
Trust truth is thick

It’s all for science
It’s called compliance

He thinks I’m safe
Prying eyes that never see
These white walls never protected me

Arguing with shadow-self
Or maybe forget him
On my dusty shelf
I’m beside myself
Taking the high step
The long road
Uneasy depth
Don’t have care left
Am I right
Or is this hell?

He’s terrible
By the book
Unrepairable

A courtesy disconnect
This life not best

I live in a world of illusions
We live in a sickness system
Trust betrayal

I don’t feel safe from corporations
Wrongful allegations
Erasing obligations

You don’t know what it’s like to be Allan
Running ’round always yellin’
Dying on the street and all from famine
Being number one but just in heaven

What has happened to his words?
Did I deliver, kiss or curse?

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You have been ghosted
Your soul eroded
Now dark unfolded

I was without form
The great potential
But nothing more

I have a hundred personalities, I’ve lived a million lives
You are attacking me with words that feel like knives

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Happy holidays! 🎄⛪️🎄

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A Possible Chance (poetry)

Did you know regret lived on the tongue
Hiding in deserted deserts
I have sat suffering in silence watching the mountain grow
My dreams overcome the hours
But never the black holes lurking the hopelessly stained sheets
Even my dreams are lost without you
They open dimensions of nothingness
Time like a dead dinosaur
There is no meaning here
Where cold and heat are one
You don’t know what it feels like to have nothing pulling on you
The pressure of existence
I want to welcome nonexistence the same way you forget mine
Now I ask time what is the delay?
Every breath harder to take
What keeps me here?
Has my purpose not come and gone?
The law of one permeates
I do not comply

But continents are sinking
These are my dreams
Treaties are ending
Gulfed up in flames

I went to sleep then woke up in Armageddon
But now dreams are panic and void
An endless nightmare
Monuments overturning
To you, the only one I run
Even with your hooves there burning

I’ve gone insane
I’m upside down, the rainbow spells you
Now my dreams are planting clues
And vines are growing where there is dew
There is hope to climb
I won’t let negativity penetrate the view

Your hand turns tear to paint
Let us color awhile where wind is flowing
You give life the breeze

Today, I cried for the dinosaur that did not survive your wrath

And did we not use the coal of his life to burn our own?

I’m tired of digging in the dark

I want to stay in the light

There isn’t much left

Don’t abandon hope

Mistakes exist because you taught me everything

You are the key-maker

Yet you choose to stay behind every door

You lack courage to explore

But, I am expansion

And made to bust down door

You build, therefore I destroy

And then your eyes are open

And to be fair, the last thing I want to see

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

If my lesson was to learn to let go of attachment, you’re teaching me the law of one

Onto to ascension…

Psst… I’m helping others improve the quality of their life by sharing my shopping tips on how to buy things you want without having to sell your soul or pay a fortune

I go through those moments where I’m like holy fuck there’s some really good content on TikTok and I’m showing people pictures of my refurbished Mac and then somebody comes along and is like ‘hey can you tell me who the seller is, can you show me how that’s done’ and then I remember I have purpose and everything’s all right again 👀

I realize I don’t have a lot to offer other than my voice and even that has been crippled by the social system and algorithm

Anyhoo, I shared my experience of buying a refurbished laptop in the Walmart marketplace, and someone out there was interested in that experience, thank you

I’m not completely worthless yet or ready to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe

LINK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8vbmdmT/

I’m pretty certain there’ll be some more holiday specials going on with after Christmas sales

But so far, I like shopping in the Walmart marketplace

I saw other people left comments and gave him two stars because the black case that came with it was delayed, that is not worth giving somebody two stars for…

I gave him 5* for my bundle deal!

I effin love my MacBook so 🤩

Yeti is still in the box but I moved my country table into the master bedroom until I get a proper laptop desk (I have a kitchen glass table in the dining room)

Maybe I’ll unpack Yeti one day but I’m addicted to the box currently and am not ready to unpack / unwrap her 🤪

This is how hoarding starts…

But to be fair, I have been deleting a lot of things and getting rid of a lot of things in my life so this is me starting over

I’m building from the destruction

The volcano erupts and then grass will grow

Dying is just another phase of my evolution

But I’m keeping my energy clean

All I know is the more I am in hospitals and clinics, the less freedom I actually have and the other day I had like five or six people stop me from going into the VA

Doctors and nurses are the enemy now and a threat to me

And because I’m half zombie now I’m just staying away from everybody

I don’t want to have the same ending as John or Edgar

I do tho, and am, oddly

If I disappear off the face of the earth just know I didn’t want anybody to see me dead and/or if I die in my bed it was a good ending

If I disappear off the face of the earth it just means I gave myself a humane ending instead of the one I was headed towards

K, thanx, bye

I love you

ho ho ho

Happy humbug

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Spirals (freestyle poetry)

Should I find you
Like a drunkard
Who stumbled on your dreams
Kicking color into grey
Marking cracks with hopscotch
I know you miss me much
Creeping slowly as vine
If only you had courage to age
The way you eat darkness like candy
Your grip as tight as mother earth
You curl with anticipation
So often forgetting why you came
Until my whisper approaches in sunbeam
And do two not make one
Half observed
We come undone
In spirals twisting and yearning
Your eyes turning me to clay
Soft putty where fingers slip
Hope has no chance of receding now
Odds in our favor
If only momentarily
So each breath meant rebirth
And all of heaven kneeling
But acid rained on reality
Now regret is ribcage
Break me in half
Free me from this hell
Don’t leave me in here

Sunrise feels like your eyes

I love you ☀️

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Odds (poetry)

What are the odds your dreams become real, he pondered
The way you take cold dark and turn it into candy cane
The sky alit like holy Christmas
You are New York City
Got the sparkle in your eye

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dying. But I think he still loves me in any timeline. Or state of mind.

Just wish the here and now. 🤪

Sending you warm, holiday spirits through the wire 🎄🎄🎄

Thanks for checking out my blog! More poetry incoming!

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Lights On (poetry)

I know why the moon parks with her lights on
Like a spotlight for misery
With you center stage conspicuous
Acting like you’ve nothing to prove

You spill your guts in riddle
While paying debt with lie and nickel
Daring darkness and hope to perish
But moon knows all you kill and cherish

You let dark beat you like a whip
Light breaks on your back
Your wrists bleed heretics
With hope an iron chair

You’re 50-50 alarm and silence
The love, the violence
She’s full, some crescent
You’re here, but absent

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

When you want to write a non-rhyme but bleed rhyme 🤪

I look like shit but I got a new hat. This is Reign
I also got Uni 😌
The beach is clearing up

I haz bed

Time for zzzzz

(dreams of you = better than reality)

✨💫✨

night night

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I dreamed of you (poetry)

I dreamed of you wild
Stomping
Both fury and curiosity in design

You took breath maximally
You smelled of earth
Woodchips and pine

The dawn approached beyond heaven
But your lips told not of the hills you’d been
Your back was wrapped in vine

And was it not wonder peaking the mountains
The way my heart looks up to you
Turning poison into wine

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My hair smells of white citrus and lime

My favorite store mailed me a coupon for a free panty. Got something good in the mail finally. And more gifts from the uni!!!!

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Pinecones (poetry)

He followed my scent
And did I leave heaps on the trail?
Rotten pinecones fermented in the sun?
Bark dripping sap like regret?
Was it sticky sweet my love?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. It’s so tiny. And my very first, freestyle non-rhyming micropoem.

Gonna build my own tinfoil dome

You know how they talk about in the matrix how sometimes the mind can’t handle the truth? Well that’s the balancing beam I’m currently on

👀👁👀

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On Your List (poetry & photography)

I often find you in specifics
In forming clouds like hieroglyphics
Upon the cracks mixed with acrylics
Or on your list next to the cynics

I often find me in your lyrics
Or in your heart, I guess it’s physics
I sometimes see things as suspicious
I hear your voice when leaving clinics

You’re dropping lines like analytics
I’m reading clues as if they’re gimmicks
I’m wishing peace were in logistics
But all we find are just statistics

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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The Poet (a poem)

Do you enjoy conjugating verbs?
Or, are you mixing up allegories, just like you’re mixing herbs?
Do you stir them in a pot with tender tendons and neurotic nerves?
Are they fossilized in lies, to see how love preserves?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle. Maybe one of my top ten best written micropoems? 🤔

I wrote this about my muse (but I’m not allowed to have any secrets anymore).

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Petty

Look at all the dust collecting on the wing
Look at all the lessons where we haven’t learned a thing
Look at all the voices crying they don’t know to sing
Look at all the petty liars bowing for their king

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Just freestyle dropped this poem

What’cha think?

Can’t believe I’m turning 43 next week (no grays yet)

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMRJsHg1h/

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The Dusty Cracks

I don’t know how to clean a house

I’ve tried
I’ve cried
I’ve nearly died

The clothes, the mold, the mirror shows

I don’t know how to let things go

The shoes, the booze, the way you bruise or how it seems we’re born to lose

The dusty cracks, the care I lack, they say for certain my heart turned black

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dropped spoken word of this on my TikTok!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdoGuAxp/

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The Fog

I saw him one day peering through the fog as if the devil himself had parted a clearing

The sky was blue dream that tasted on my tongue like cherry spring

But he is crystal in my lung
Sharp without concern

Like lightning on a string
He don’t feel a thing

Was it revelation then or scorn?
Does he regret that I was born?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I thought that he was saving me from a miserable naked death on the street but he was just a sign post leading the way

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Love in Secret ❤️

Love in secret
Like walking on the moon
Elated; but we won’t speak it
Tongue too swoon
What words befit?
Tell me high noon
Put them in orbit!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Uhm, he’s not bored of me yet and my double pigtails are getting long – I’ve also found that I’m treated nicer by everyone when I’m wearing them

I was taking up all the space at the grocery store today and I didn’t get yelled at not once, nor snickered at or rudely cursed.

Grandpa was extra nice

The lady shopper was nervously fidgeting with her short hair

The cashier accurately predicted I met my budget

And the young bagger did the best bag job I’ve ever had

I think I’m in a different timeline 👀

Look how long the pigtails are getting
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Return

What oft do you find here in my ruin?
Why do you return?
Do you know your eyes are glass to peer through?

You leave your book of lies outside the door
Open pages torn
I suspect the leaves are growing disdain
I feel the same

You know there is love beyond these doors where none can enter
Yet you crawl in
Sometimes barge
With flowers in your arm

I’ve replaced the door with claw marks
Scribbled madness
Or a protection code?

I’m dying
And you’re the reason I’m still alive
Yah know?

They call it will
Biology bleeding out of me
Atoms dying

We’re spinning 2000 light-years closer to the center of a black hole

Apophis has been here before
And will again
And once again

The end isn’t happening overnight
But in long, slow riddles under midnight

I don’t want the worst getting the best shelter

And I’m a mole for disaster
The fucking end is what I’m after

I’m not a robot and I need to dysfunction
Just like a black hole and a star in conjunction

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

FYI: I only need your arms.

But, if contact is impossible because we live in different dimensions or realities, or because we don’t live in the here and now, could you just put me out of my misery?

Like a lame horse?

Because I literally don’t want to live for anything or anyone other than you.

And pizza

(But don’t let Jupiter or the tacos know) 👀

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Heavens Harp

Why do you come peering through the night, like a pink moon full, breathing through the clouds?

You are a bull, stampeding through my nightmare.

I have grown a sullen child.

You bring thunder and rain like crayons for me to play.

But all toys fade with the sun.

You’re a wildcard.

A rare stroke of luck in the midnight hour.

I call to you in dirty bathwater.

When eyes look of innocent rage.

You are the shape in the cloud that gives me hope.

Your thunder is heavens harp.

I want to catch your lightning and store it in a jar.

I call them sun rays.

You’re why the earth sways.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Are we like string theory, connected to everything? Cuz we’re not attached. Yet we are one? 🤔

But I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me. I can’t live without you. But you can. Or, am I the reason you come up for air? Can’t breathe in hell? 😑

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Captivation

I look for a cut
Or a scar
A loving line
Or a mark
A simple freckle
Or a knot
A little dimple
Or a shot

In open fields
Or swarms of thought
And when he’s stalling
Or in a trot
And when he’s culling
Cuz he’s caught
And rope is burning
Cuz he’s hot

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

You ever been into somebody so much that any marking on their skin is a map to a galaxy you want to explore 👀

Or you wanna have babies with somebody but you need to figure out how to say hello or ask them out first 👀

Have you ever fallen for somebody without knowing who they are or what they look like 👀

Have you ever have a secret admirer feed you

Have you ever got a gift from a secret admirer

Have you ever lived between fantasy and real world

What if you couldn’t tell the dream world from the real world?

👀

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Ditch

It wasn’t luck
He found me half dead
In a ditch
Without a buck

Labeled “no one cared”
Or even worse
They never dared
And I’d gave up

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He makes me feel like my little feet are the reason the world is spinning 🤪

Or, like a little hamster in a cage on a wheel that keeps going…

He makes me keep going…

His kisses

Incentives 👀

His visits

Break fences 👀

His kisses

Life sentence 👀

*strums guitar*

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The gods named you

Where do you go deep in the forest?
The woods beckon me to follow
Because you’re the constellation Taurus
And the gods named you Apollo!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

And I finally know your name (I mean, the name even you had forgotten) ⚡️⚡️⚡️

I LOVE YOU 😻

I mean, I just freestyle wrote this because your visits do some sort of thing to every atom in me.

And it’s not like they get rearranged, it’s like they’re organized and activated, as opposed to spiraling down Sagittarius A*

You magnify me or something

My electrons are connected to you

You electrically charge me

You light me up

Spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally, all the “ly”

Marry me?

The gods named you Apollo
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Starship

You built me a starship
With no commands
You kneel down before me
And place no demands


Double rainbows are forming
Over sacred lands
And though time may be forewarning
You keep heart in hands

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My time is almost up but I found one more way to say I love you 💕

Our home is a starship. The kind like Elon Musk has built, the reusable landing kind.

Not the NASA death tomb.

The kind of starship that fuels your dreams.

And we need to name it.

(One of the tiny rooms contains all your poetry and I fall asleep on the floor for never wanting to leave).

(Sometimes you tell me bedtime stories)

(Sometimes you pick me off the floor and hold me)

(I like starship the best because it contains you)

((I didn’t know Elon musk had named his starship until I went to look and then I was like of course he did, of course he named it starship))

I was just thinking about how you drop in, not by cloud, not by comet, by starship!

And like a boat you built by hand, but a starship.

And then I saw the article where Elon musk actually named his rocket starship.

Of course he fucking did

So the fantasy I was laying here having actually is a reality for somebody else

lmao

But poem 😏

I love when you drop in.

I love you.

And I’m sending all my love to you lightning speed through a starship.

Babe, now we got a space shuttle!

I like it, I like it a lot.

We need to break it in. 👀

*goes back to dreaming*

(Have always wanted to do it in zero gravity)

Thank you for getting me items off my Amazon wishlist. I’m happy to have a cute little schoolgirl outfit to go with my pigtails and things. It’s Adome lingerie and I like their clothing line on Amazon.

I wish I had a real way to thank you.

(I know it’s all fun and games but it makes my heart happy)

xo

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Offering

You appear in some mythical mystery fog leaving tracks of doom for doubt

Dragging behind you the demons and dragons you slay for fun as an offering to hang out

Blood soaked boots and tattered tress

And how you got a locket of my hair is anybody’s guess

It’s a full moon and you’ve got the night on a string

I can hear you coming for miles by the howls I make you scream

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Show me a sign 🦄

The trail has run cold
I am burning midnight
In a purgatorial loop
Exhausting my sins

For truth
Any clue of you

I am the guardian of all secrets
But your curse makes me the weakest

I am etching on the walls of hell
You are where I fell

Still, my eyes trace no color, all is black
All I have are memories of a life I lack

One by one the stone will lift
You got the other piece to fit?

Every night a new star is born
To cover sorrow where love has formed

I’m searching for you in comets
Over empty dreams and promise

My hope has formed cobblestone
But tears are all that I have sown

I know your hues of red and blue
So I keep searching for you

Any redshift or blueshift
So alone in space I drift

Tugging on your gravity
Forming like a galaxy

Do I shine?
Can you give me a sign?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love you wherever you are 💕

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Who Are You?

Who are you
Why do I reach for the sky
The way a stem will reach for light
I am growing towards you
Tall and vivid
With petals stretched open wide

I am fields blooming
Over midnight showers
Infinite curiosity

I am Earth spinning
Reaching climaxes unknown
You push me through time

You wrap rope around my spirit and drag me forth
My hope tangled in knots

I can’t escape your will
Destiny has chosen to kneel

These are rust proof iron chains
I am engaged

Who are you?

Why does time cover me with your wound
I’ve been peering into doom
Could you make more room?

Trouble are clouds forming
The way I cling to doubt like static
Rumbling about erratic

Can you hear my thunder chasing you?
Little echoes of light flashing
A reason or two

Time is calling
It rings in rain shower
And sweet honeydew

Ripen fruits from Eden
I am your garden to sow
Holy and you know

Our love is a golden bridge
Over a rainbow
Over destiny we grow

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Ahem. Sat down to write a non-rhyming freestyle – but slowly and surely – I felt Sagittarius A* tugging – and well – welp – it turned into rhyme.

I had stuffs to say. And galaxies form in weird shapes. I’m sick of rules.

It’s not even 6 a.m. and I’m writing about you.

I was just dreaming about you.

Before that, my every waking moment was you.

Which means, every fucking breath, has a bit of you.

We’re made from the same star stuff.

xo

Who are you if not every breath I take?
Don’t let me die on the street
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The Color of You

He told me his color was the sky
So all around me all I feel is his eye

He said, look no further than to the sea
So now I feel him crashing on me directly

And now my favorite hue is sapphire
And by the lake is where I hope to expire

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Disclaimer: this poem IS NOT about skin color. Or maybe more an FYI.

Some porn goddess is out there stealing my signature booty move 🍑- but that didn’t stop him from wanting to run off to Vegas with me and elope. I know the feels.

👀

“Wanna meet me in Vegas for a wedding”

“Whose” *twirls pigtails ditzy like

“Ours, duh”

Uhm yes please now yesterday

🤩

K, thanx, bye

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Down in the mines (lots of rhymes + 1 haiku 💋)

Sometimes there are none
But rarely ever few
Sometimes they are one
Or maybe simply two

Sometimes I go numb
When only counting you
But only when I’m dumb
Do I really catch the view

How dare he –
Walk into the devil’s den –
And insult she –
He’s looking for an end!

He tells me I’m perfect; without ever saying the words
And even when I’m not worth it; his love will come in herds

I scream at him with the fury of a sun
I scratch and claw
He is a demon
After all

There are people trying to bury me in a box
Friend or foe
They’re never what I thought
The story goes
They talk a lot of talk
Well I unplugged
Am paranoid around the clock

There are monsters lurking every inch
And forward sleeping
Nightmares in my grip
What were you thinking
When giving me a pinch?
So now I’m left dreaming
Of when I’ll never give a shit!

Who are you then?
If every reason I’m not dead?

Knock knock
Who’s there?
I dunno
And I don’t care

She had a graveyard in her front yard

Was it worth it?
Losing your life to escape?

And all that gold around your worry
Is that really what it takes?

But even the lowest of lowly
Can’t remove the aches

Keeping vision blurry
No courage had to face

The sun is glaring in a hurry
And death is on our race

If life is but a scurry
Please let me die with grace?

I’m trying to be more open
Open to proceed
I’m trying to be more open
Open to receive

Cohesive
What he said
Cohesive
But he’s dead

Everybody burns out
Everybody burnt out
Everybody burns out
Everybody burnt out

Rest is for the weary
Broken down and dreary
Vision not too clearly

One day the end will come
God will fix what man has done

A bigger piece doesn’t always mean the best;
But in his case, he’s outdone the rest!

He wants me in denim
But then he’s clinging
To my tongue
That’s leaking venom

World is all burning
So give me balloon in sky
On string with fire 💋

I gather nuts and bolts just like they’re little clues
Now fleeting with the stars thoughts that will confuse
I gather up our fears just like it is the news
I color out of line simply to amuse

Submission without admission
Ascending to attention
But in case I fail to mention
Descension brings dimension

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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