I know
I know you’re bored of life
I know you’re tired of lying
The quick traverse of the rope
But you forgot to tie the lineForget about dying
I think about you all the time
The cold felt you appear like a sun ray, but disappear just as I prayed
For once, you let me have my way
But looking back, the way was pavedAnd there were devils on the road
And there were demons in the den
They were always looking
They know all I’ve beenSometimes I question things did
We’ve been depressed since we were kidsYou’re hiding under pseudonym
You’re writing in acronym
Two plus two means words you spell
For me, “I’m always seeing him”In clouds, en empty well
Lost footsteps in hellLike during the blood moon
I’ll stop and bless a boon
Speak words with you
Where dreams feel trueBut I am two-faced
Barefoot disgracedI know I’ll find you on the dark path
And on the pages where I come last
But have a good laugh
(And no I won’t ask)I’m mad
And in the madness, you found me dancing ballet atop the quicksand, asking when will it end?“Do I know what I am doing here”
“Do you know why you are here”Other dimensions have left shadows on my heart, in places even you wouldn’t embark
Like leaving footprints of destiny
You weren’tmeant for meYou were like meeting light at the end of the tunnel
Tongue no longer verbal
Wanted in your circle
Knowing I am troubleBut you are fire and I’m a match
So open doors now have a latch
And you escaped down the hatchWe’re running from the past but the sign up ahead says we’re going too fast
All my nightmares are neatly tucked away under my bed
That’s where dreams go to dieIf you look at the dust collecting, that’s my skin shedding
Cold nights sweating
BloodlettingThere I lay dead
And who I could have been
Is laying there like papers
Yet it is skin…Dried up and thin
The worse part is I don’t listen to myself
Just like nobody else
I said halt not leftBut John went crawling in a hole he knew he wouldn’t fit in at all
“The map is wrong”
The globe isn’t accurate
Your love I’m chasing after it
In the middle of midnight
There’s a tail lightSo how scary was my fall?
My end; want to keep the secret from allCuz the dead don’t know they’re dying
Some happen quick
Don’t know what hit
Some oversaturated
With societal bullshitI’m clearing out my life again
Got another big task ahead
You think Mount Everest is big
You ain’t been climbing in my headDid you know sword cuts flame?
That I’ve gone insane?
Sometimes I cry
When I call your name?My love comes and goes
It ebbs and it flowsDistance is time
The homeless are congregating in the city streets like the chosen fallen
They’re rabid with sin
Drooling from the dope within
And I gotta flee again
These feet are wearing thinCopyright © 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.
(p∞)
from bad to worse (p∞)
smooth passageways
the terrain was hostile
still i climbed down
when you go from a bad place
to a better place
you go to a worse place first
“from bad to worse”
“i look forward to being arrested”
she contested
lines will be drawn or written
he says he hates me cuz he’s smitten
i lie like a kitten
soft and rarely hidden
the steel crumbled
like you and me
too little too late
concrete at the gate
i returned
to see who you follow
no apologies
cuz you are hollow
like a rotten tree
is that the shadow of the moon blocking the sun?
but you can’t forgive what we’ve done?
but why are the clouds so close to my smoking gun?
like walking through a sea of foam
covered all over your home
we walk alone
something is afoot
but not adrift
i’m lost i admit
the glass is smashed
i’m coming last
like a homerun, my wrath is fast
the sheep are nestled in the ruins
the moon is soothing
50 foot swells are brewing
she’s the worst kind
need hill or mountain
just to climb
air into lungs
before you lose your mind
she is mine
it’s like you and i are chasing a rogue planet
chipping away at nihilism like granite
and you’re collecting names of everyone i yell “look whose done it”
i don’t wanna come back as a cockroach
that’s a big nope
i promise you
it’s always regret
those final moments
drawing last breath
were the FBI the cleanup crew?
would you draw a gun on me, if to your land i flew?
never go head first into a body of water
or down in a cave, where you’re wishing there’s some vodka
Copyright © 2024 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.
more elementary poetry incoming in unknown intervals!
Stern (freestyle poetry)
Did you build me a house on sand?
Did you kill all the ferns?
Left clouds for me to stand?
My poetry did you burn?
Did you post a sign where I am banned?
Are we waiting to take turns?
Are you flying a spaceship that is unmanned?
Do you think your hand’s too stern?
Copyright © 2023 Delia Ross. @poeeternal. All rights reserved.
Guess how young I’m turning in August!?!
Color (poems)
He’s the color of rufous
An absolute doofus
He’s the color of sky
With black in his eye
Wish we were exclusive
Instead of reclusive
Like dreaming is lucid
He’s the color of life
21 inch porthole
Thick socks for the cold
The vessel did implode
I guess it didn’t hold
They got crushed
Their vessel was rushed
Now they’re all just dust
Victories not just
The dangers were discussed
Labeled with mistrust
He never told me how much he loved me
Hot sun above me
Make me swoon
Left me for doom
There’s something in the water
I won’t barter
The coverup is worse than the crime
We’ve all lost our mind
Only the beginning
Can’t tell whose winning
The cold is chilling
Earth is spinning
Sun is not forgiving
The rich are the cheapest people
Definitely not my equal
SOS only
And I’m so lonely
My home ain’t homely
My shadow leaves me when it’s dark
When I’m shattered into pieces
And I feel I have no heart
My breath it nearly ceases
A landscape growing stark
I’m running out of patience
I’m afraid I’ll miss my mark
There’s very few releases
Immured in bitterness
It makes no difference
I’m dull, won’t take a risk
Skipping deaths kiss
The sun comes and goes
The ebb and the flows
Midnight lows
The oh’s and the throes
He could heal my soul
Or let it decompose
In the meadows
With the crows
Got the hexes on my exes
Nothing here perplexes
They’re reckless
My math is only guesses
I want to be her
The girl he swoons for
The one he adores
I want her blood on the floor
I want to see her die
Wouldn’t find a tear in my eye
But I’m an amateur
It’s hot and humid
I hate his hubris
Thinks we’re all clueless
Will betray like Judas
I don’t know what’s going on, says the captain
Knowledge lacking
Inside the cabin
Right is forward and left is back
Experts they lack
Inside a tiny shack
The question makes his blood run cold
He’s the Devil you know
If they’re not already dead they will be
That’s what the sources tell me
And I have a feeling that is sinking
With that submarine
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I learned a new color name when I ordered a romper and so now it’s in a poem cuz
This rhyme scheme is all over the place just like the chaos in my life
That’s all
More cute rompers incoming
I’m apparently obsessed with buying clothes I will never wear
(Cuz I am a hermit)
Also, why am I so heartbroken over the unsinkable Titan sinking?
It kinda feels like our love?
Exciting but doomed to fail?
Do we get a fancy title?
I’m still completely sober and definitely still fighting off CUD
This is not the cute rompers I mentioned although this too is a romper but more like loungewear – the others are fancy pancy
I ordered this in small and it shipped so hopefully it fits and I got a good bargain for it
It was the last one in stock
OBSESSED and I’ll probably wear it to church or grocery shopping
IT’S NOT LIKE I’M DATING ANYONE
Dying and many people like to be best dressed during their final days
None of my uniforms fit anymore and I sold them at the surplus store for a humiliating price
Ever since TikTok gave me a free coupon, I stopped getting coupons – even though I had many coupons pending, they all disappeared
I hate TikTok and will no longer be shopping over there
Globalism and immigration has destroyed the Land of the Free
There’s nothing to celebrate today
Byeeeee
Sunk (poetry)
I am absolutely invested emotionally in this lost submarine
So poetry…
All the money in the world won’t save them
And there’s banging from the deep, there’s mayhem
All the prayers for them now, feel like a sunken gem
Who do we fault, who do we condemn?
“It has one button, that’s it”
Says the narcissist
5 are dead or dying
While some are crying
Other’s are denying
Trouble underlying
Remote
Like our love
A breach in hull
Shipwrecked is soul
Crushed is hope
But do you know the scope
An uncertified submarine
Nightmare or dream?
Dark waters turn crimson
But no one will listen
When you hear the cries
The thunder in the skies
The dead have gone missing
They were on a mission
Straight to extinction
Race against affliction
It’s a dead giveaway
You’re going to die today
Sorrows sorrows prayers
The state of affairs
Endless nightmares
Electric chairs
Tell me someone cares
You need to leave but you’re not free to go
The cop combo
Never get on the bad side of a good girl
You will see her form
Like hail in storm
She ain’t lukewarm
I need to focus on the gains
And not the mishaps
Sometimes I think I’ve gone insane
But no one gives a crap
He’s like driving on a floating road
And I ain’t going slow
He’s like riding in a truck without breaks
That’s the speed it takes
Walking in the underground
I’m a ghost and he is the crowd
“Loose lips
Sink ships”
It’s unfortunate
The people who need help
Can’t be helped
It’s always the same color crayon
The same con
The Devil’s spawn
Hanging on my lawn
So they get a yawn
Wish they’d move on
Back to Babylon
Where they’re coming from
Fucking hate them all
I wish I had no father
Why even bother
Poison like still water
I wish I had more honor
Why does the sun
Travel in a straight line
Like your lines
From pen to mind
He hits on his own reflection
He’s gaslighting every direction
He says he loves with affection
He’s in love with his own perfection
Some need more than one chance
To change the circumstance
Don’t want the last dance
Michael Leavitt deserves to crawl into a hole he can’t get out of
As below, so above
I’m just barely existing
Time is ticking
Grave persisting
Death resisting
I don’t want realistic
Fuck sadistic
I’m humanistic
Ain’t optimistic
I must be dead inside
Soul paralyzed
Know not to cry
She’s not me
Still do I slide into her clothes
Like midnight over moon
I am all
And I am none
I start the trends
I rarely follow
I live in pretense
Hard pills to swallow
Til death do us part
We ain’t got the heart
Black and full of rot
We’re both distraught
No grave for plot
I don’t get the physics
Or why he never visits
Says it ain’t my business
Why he acts suspicious
Why are you under my teeth?
Beneath my seams?
Between my dreams?
Light like moonbeams?
Time moves slower in the cold
His heart is indigo
Take me where blue blood will flow
His undertow
The place I grow
He steals the sun and turns it into limelight
His pen will give me frostbite
Collecting comments
Crashing comets
Trashy content
Make me vomit
Demons look like humans
Cheaters look like keepers
Users look like friends
Children look like men
Do not attempt
To understand
I want you well
But not better than me
Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal. All rights reserved.
Some thoughts….
I haven’t been able to sleep and my entire FYP is the lost submarine
I actually hope and pray they are found. It would be nothing short of a miracle. However, they sent two subs down (unmanned presumably) that got crushed at 6000 ish meters
I had a comment get over 1600 likes – and got annoyed with all the notifications – so deleted it
I commented a teenager shouldn’t be on board, many said he was 19
I replied NINETEEN – TEEN
And still – they denied
Had to block – got annoyed
I wish we could mute comment notifications but naw
So delete – it just wouldn’t stop getting likes or comments
I’m an introvert I suppose
Sidenote
Apparently the CEO was in a lot of trouble and he was a good gaslighter and salesman to convince those people to die with him – I don’t think a teenager (yes nineteen is still a teen) should be allowed on an experimental submarine dive 12,500 feet below the sea. It doesn’t matter what fancy title you give them.
That CEO stated over and over that sub was entirely safe, “if this goes… “safe”, if that goes… “safe” but sign this waiver
Look, I signed a waiver getting that motherfucking vaccine and I will never trust another doctor or nurse again – I was asking all the right questions but I was gaslit, gullible, and lied to
And even tho the first vaccine fucked me up, I crawled further in the hole, just like our dear John Jones…
It nearly killed me and I’m at risk for Adult Sudden Death syndrome
I cannot stress this enough, adrenaline spikes to the heart is a no-go
I workout but not to the extreme
I fucking ran through the Dollar 25 tree with 2 gallons of spring water and it was a no no and that was recently
I was in my car going, “it’s okay we’re safe now, I won’t do that again”
So I can run and jog but not with added weights
It’s ridiculous but if you knew how far I’ve crawled – to get better, you might be a tiny bit proud
I’m feeling stronger but can’t do adrenaline spikes at all…
And I’m only 108 pounds
I also have to be careful with extreme temperatures, the hot and cold
I’m like Goldie Locks, need everything just right…
I’m not out of the dark yet and may never be…
The light is so much more powerful than the dark
Also, they stated you wouldn’t be able to hear banging that deep down – something about sound not traveling through the cold
I find that interesting
Isn’t space cold?
I hope God can hear my screams…
I do feel bad about them being stuck at the bottom of the sea
Maybe they didn’t explode
Maybe they made up the banging to keep the search ongoing and the $$$$ flowing
A fast death seemed a little less cruel than suffocating in the dark and cold in a sealed up tuna can
Where you can’t even stand…
Or hyperventilate
With only a sandwich and bottle of water
The one window was plexiglass
A freaking fish tank
You couldn’t pay me a million to get bolted in that tin
I need to get back to my FYP and I feel less guilty about buying clothes now – that’s a much better decision than sinking to the bottom of the sea to explore a graveyard
But I was fucking stupid for getting that 2nd vaccine
I’m learning to forgive myself for a lot of things
I have been dying a slow and painful death
And there are people on my black list
Lucky buying clothes is all I’m planning to do…
LUCKY
Cuz the daydreams are filled with revenge tenfold
I promise when I’m feeling better than dead I will post some of my cute clothing
Mostly dressing comfy for now…
And appreciative I have a floor to sleep on
My sister died of Covid age 45
I don’t want to die…
But everything is actively trying to kill me
The water, the food, the air, it’s all been poisoned
I HATE CHINA
Rags to Riches
From riches to rags
From rags to riches
It must be such a drag
Doing nothing that he wishes
And I’m raising the red flags
Pulling monsters from the ditches
Reminding God of broken airbags
The Great Anomaly comes with glitches
Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.
I found the pot at the end of the rainbow
But I’m still dying
More cute clothes arriving
And organic cotton joggers n tees cuz t3 sarah mode
Gotta be comfys and calm and collect
Revenge is served coldly with a smile
I was double cursed
But Edgar (my daddy) already died naked on the street (been there, done that)
I know why Cleo died
I’ve traveled far through time
I’m not sinking with the Titanic again
I fear those waters for a reason
I know things to happen before they do
Major events
Little events
Been questioning authority from in womb / day 1
Depressed?
You’re not living how I God intended
The Great Judgment has arrived
Get right with me God
I want so many bird houses on my property that I forget where they are
Bring the pressure washer when you visit
I’m sure everything will need a clean
Bring pieeeeee (not poisoned)
(Anything bought is poison)
(Even the expensive vegan things)
(Bring all the ingredients for me to make a pie instead)
“I wanted to bring you a pie but they were all poisoned”
I know you’ve never had a real biscuit before
My memaw taught me to make them
Said, “the only way to a man’s heart is through his belly”
Or was it stomach?
You tiss it when u big enuff cuz you ain’t big enuff yet
She had 5 acres with a 3 bedroom trailer
I ain’t asking for much
She had 12 kids with her husband
I ain’t been married yet
The Boomers stole everything from me
And now BLM have the audacity to ask me why I move where there are black people?
Bitch for real?
I will fucking hang you on a tree
Without remorse
*stay humbled*
I’m only a messenger
ANGEL
Attic (poetry)
I have gluten free parts / unless you count my farts.
I run my visitors off / like a cap I’m twisting off / Kiss them with scoff /but first to read their blog.
Sweet kiss of oblivion – heart like obsidian.
I gave him my love / still he / tossed it in the mire / made me walk on fire / like I’m some liar.
Why would he love a dead red sea / is that what I’m becoming / is there good in me?
Left behind
But forced to go on
Through the grime
Delete my life
Rearrange the pie
Crunch time
He’s interested in the context
Not the poetry but my point next
He gets into the prospect
What makes me sad
What I detest
He’s like a mirror what I reflect
I woke up with money, and I mean a lot;
Unless you think ten grand is not.
In the far recesses of your heart, moving forward and backward feel the same
If you’re gonna reset the deck
Don’t write the check
Force your hand instead
Erase the bet
Need savings to your neck
Montana
Mountains
Call of the wild
Throw a dart
I’ll drive there
God recalled
Every little sin
One of God’s flaws
Find me in the attic
Uncovering mirrors
Acting erratic
Unlike the flickers
They seem more static
Visions are clearer
I’m usually not wrong with my calculations unless it’s math
Then I have to ask
I don’t know what hate is / I’m only torn by love
Heads up: A lender reported that the status of your account is now current. Drifting but determined. Maybe we’re learning. But watch for what is coming…
Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.
FOR THE RECORD: I hate my online etiquette but I’m at odds to change it.
It’s me not you…
P.S. I’ve yelled at my body to “grow up” so much in the mirror but alas I’m this tiny fucking thang.
No man has ever made me feel like a woman either.
So fuck you.
But please stay.
I wish he’d remove my clothing – instead of my wings.
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… 🙂
Forsaken (freestyle poetry)
Father,
I’ve been forsaken
Fell on earth
Still shaking
Whole world undertaking
You feel me aching?
Cursing while I’m breaking?
Nightmare got me waking!
I am awaken?
How light will break in?
Always knocking, Satan!
Tell him, I hate him!
My soul ain’t vacant!
I hope God is patient
Before world naked
I’m basic
Darkness so pervasive
I’m growing complacent
Getting stuck in places!
Knowing what John faces!
I’m faceless!
Falling down ain’t gracious!
I’m persuasive!
Smiling where I’m hated!
Holes in wall frustrated!
Emaciated!
Hung on cross related!
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
“Where do you get your truth?”
I am the truth – that’s why I’m facing you
6000 years of deleting my word
But you don’t know what’s coming
Or you do
So I expect you’re running
Split in two
Soulless, too
Through and through
I don’t actually have a problem with “dry rot write” (dry well, writing droughts)
I need to learn to shut the fuck up
And I felt like I could continue this poem on for several more lines…
So I stop for fear of going “overboard” but I really wanna just keep going four pages if I must…
I write. With brain fog edit. Post.
I don’t know when I will get another chance
The clock is ticking
I’m obsolete forsaken
😑
Tendons (freestyle poetry)
I am boney tendons
I am without intention
I am deep in ascension
Got your attention?
Like comets missing
Circling new dimensions
I need intervention
Holy brigade of his suns
Shining light on this one
His favorite weapon
Energized confession
It’s called possession
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
Postscript (contains free speech) 🫣
Holyshit, the wave is picking back up now. I’m in the eye of the storm.
I’m that scene when Trinity leaps from the building and falls into fawn mode
“Get up Trinity, get up…”
She had Neo to live for. The great anomaly. Love.
They wouldn’t even give John Jones a second phone call and it was Thanksgiving.
The real life ain’t the movies (but they made one about him and changed the most important details to suit Hollywoods agenda).
Now John has a nickname in heaven but I don’t like it very much. “LJ”
He likes his nickname but I don’t
It was on my upside down pineapple coconut cake
An L and a J
“LJ” was here
LJ (squared) (John Jones)
And if you don’t get the L reference – NICKNAME (too fucking bad)
Ask John what the L means
He will tell you
Or read some articles
I read every statement he said dying down there
Stuff from official Utah sources
Comments during the time
I READ COMMENTS FROM MICHAEL LEVITT VICTIM BLAMING
Recently a shadow formed on my wall in an L shape with a man hanging
He loves his new nickname but is sensitive to the fact that I’m yet not…
I made cake and I like feeding the squirrels and John has a new nickname
One day I’m gonna visit the caves
“LJ lives here”
It’s not even funny
It broke me
And I was dying of heart inflammation
He imprinted on me
His spirit
I want to cut Michael’s dick off
I want to do very bad things…
I bake experimental cakes instead
And the weed don’t work!
My meds stopped working!
“Get up Trinity, get up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am getting a new blog soon
This one can just exist as an archive of major fuckup disasters
New pen, new identity
New deck of cards
I did it for love. I don’t know what God has in store for me
I hope it’s not dying on the street
The good news:
I don’t actually have to jump from a bridge
I can buy a gun
🙂
(Which is better than hanging yourself with a belt in your hotel room like Chris Cornell and Michael Hutchence)
Bless
I was so upset when I learned Michael died of suicide when I was 10.
EVERYONE I LOVE IS DEAD (-)
Did I tell you that John has been saving my life
I should not have got vaccine number two after vaccine one caused me heart issues
I’ll never get another flu shot or vaccine again
How much do you love your job to push your agenda?
I’m a Soldier, going down in battle sounds better than this bullshit of self-sabotage or “committed”
I probably failed my review board as I feared even mentioning being homicidal – although it’s the reason they ask all vets at the VA now
“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”
It was always just suicidal until I was saying, “oh I’m feeling more homicidal these days“…
And I graduated to group therapy but there’s holes in my walls
“I fantasize about dying”
“It’s not a field day out here”
But it will be if the cops show up for me
(If I die here, nobody will know I didn’t want to…)
Although I’ve been blogging pretty heavily about it
“I hate it here as much as John Jones hates that cave”
LJ bless
Love you bro…
Aries (poetry)
I misread the diagram
I’m not where I am
But am I
Lion or lamb
Goddamn
The scam
Is a program
Thorough exam
Disengaged Aries the ram
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Who (poetry)
Who parks at my gate
Love rusted and weary
The demand for redemption
Hand emptied
Where is the offering
For a foundation of truth
Even the storms have freewill
Galloping
John rests his case
Along pillows of worry
Beyond rescue
Where heaven is blurry
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I’m two places at once: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal
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.
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
Am I You (poetry)
Am I fractal
Crawling backward
Up a hill
Are you crackle
Like lightning
From a spear
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Thank you to everyone who made my birthday special this year xo
The Vegan nail polish x 2, the vegan power snacks, the gift cards, the messages, the voicemail too
No word from my creators who birthed me
I IZ ORPHAN FROM NOW ON
THE FOLKS ARE DEAD
LIKE JIM MORRISON SAID OF HIS FOLKS
SAME
And I made white cake with egg whites, coconut milk, and coconut oil and it’s good
There was no poison in the cake
I don’t feel bad about baking my own cake
I’ve got a little coconut milk left and plan to make a wild blueberry coconut milkshake soon
There are birthday treats involved
And goods coming from Dolls Kill & Shein
There is no crying involved
I survived another period and year around the sun
I can’t tell you how incredibly painful it is to shed versions of yourself
And still not know if you’re alive
Like, what sort of fucked up gravy train am I on
I think consciousness simply evolved from awareness
I don’t even know if I’m real
Let me fire up this thing
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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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?
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 ⚡️🔆⚡️
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
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 🤩
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
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
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!
Ore (poetry)
Iceberg, culture
You’re mixing metaphor
Up-down, spiral
I reach a metal door
Constraining torture
But he’s like precious ore
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Welp. Sensational 🙄
I’ve learned that my blood is one of the rarest and eldest bloodlines (A negative)
I have rare negative blood and apparently it’s highly sought after
Well, I am not donating any of my blood for money and you’re not getting it when I die
I’m still feeling the ripple effects of John’s death
And unplugging
Between panic and calm
I’m still having a hard time accepting how society is moving forward
The great space race is a pipe dream for the rich
Apophis has scared them to push society forward with their agenda and they first did so implementing the pandemic
Now they’ve got you working from home you can jerk off to virtual porn and won’t know what hit you
You’ll be so busy whacking off in the Metaverse 👎👎
And the way they keep raising the price on everything yet all it is is re-runs and these generations copying our work aren’t even any good, they have to use autotune or plagiarize and not give credit
Pay to play, pay to be seen – social media is toxic and designed like a gambling system where the house always wins
They keep spamming us with that pyramid scheme of a Bible for money and every time we turn around there’s an advert in our mailbox or in our email or in our face to buy a product and we are consuming our only natural resources at an exponential rate and many animals are dying, humans are offing themselves
It’s been said that mental health is linked to social media and it absolutely is and so is porn and so is your sexual health, your sexual health is tied to your mental health, it is your biology and big Pharma isn’t going to change that
You’re vapid and without soul
You’re not getting mine (or making me lose it, angels have freewill) and I’m not doing earth again
An angel is just another term for spirit guide 👀
I’m in training to be one 👀
New poem just dropped on my Patreon campaign (PG): https://www.patreon.com/posts/57742345
Compass
Do you think the compass lead me to the fog? And freewill, is that something we evolve? And my hopelessness, is that something you absolve? And what of worry, do we have reason at all?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I live in a state of worry and I deserve some peace land before I die
I’ve got your poetry coming to my Patreon campaign, I’m sliding into first base I know!
I’ve kind of been dying, so can you cut me some slack? But not so much that you drop me on my head please!!! 👀
Having midlife crises 😑
Hell Will Deliver (poetry)
This is how hell will deliver
In stealth of light
Where wind will quiver
And scream to fright
This is how he’s winner
Between wrong or right
Fitting for sinner
Yet strong as knight
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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!
Population Zero
He said he wants to dig deep
Experience life behind the angel’s wing
Far from heaven’s keep
Beneath the iron swing
Where the stars can’t breathe
You’re the reason I jumped into this timeline
Careful what you wish for
Cuz it won’t come around no more
He’s sitting on a pot of gold
Or maybe hinting on impossible
He hangs it on a line for me
Like his dream’s a possibility
He wants us broken from our roots
Then we are wild and loose
He’s like a sudden eruption
And the one thing I am always wanting
You’re like hiking a new terrain
A secret I can’t contain
You are the wind but never rain
You move with freedom where I see chain
I keep calling
Fickle and thorny
Under moon and mourning
I didn’t mean to follow
But the lines were yellow
And the cries so hollow
The flags were screaming hello
160 miles to the end of the world
To the end of the world
You were never friend
You were never foe
Light you only bend
Into something unknown
Stars can’t comprehend
What they’re never shown
My endings must be your first steps
It may be Iceland
But he is midnight sun
He’s got the world to burn
There’s poison in the water
Radiation leaking from the towers
There’s too many now in power
We are slaves at every hour
Liberty, please free me
Your book got stained
By tears of an angel
Maybe mangled
Hollowed and chained
Hello, where are you?
I want
I want to be
I want to be your hotel
I want to be your gal, your hotel
I want you endlessly, with no sleep
And when the sun should rise
So to my dreams
Look at how time pulls him
To the center of my being
He is swinging from creation
To bring me everything
I buried your book today
Six feet betrayed
Pages burned with the rage
Torn and decayed
I spit on the grave
So that’s the price you pay
I’m always awake
Dreams never come
I’ve stood atop of sorrow
Cried for all they’ve done
You’re a loser but you get to lose last
He was a stream she followed into a river that flew from November
And everything she couldn’t remember
Frozen along a seaside where all condemned her
A mirage getting nearer
He’s like a long lost love ripe from the vine
Picked from the hands of time
He’s the fresh air filtered from hope
A twisted tongue untangled from rope
A fixed hole in her boat
We need to be more stronger in our courage than our fear
The mood is morbid
More dark awarded
Where do days go wasted
Dying in the dunes
So many words we hasted
Watching how light communes
I ripped it right from the spine
I never even read a line
A place for two
Fit for me or you
With just a tiny view
Enough to kill the blue
I want to earn
So I can spend
Bred to consume
Until the end
Not born with spoon
But fed with sand
Give me more doom
‘Til world can’t stand
We’ve only ever seen ourselves in reflections or pictures
Double dirty mirrors
They sell us any sin by preaching the holy scriptures
Watching how light flickers
But they all have the same figures
Endless filthy triggers
And the devils’ are getting richer
Oh to be a sunflower instead the weeping willow
He doesn’t mind if I’m awake or doped
Love’s the cure no matter the diagnose
He’s definitely not the hero
With a population zero
Did you ever care your dreams were stitched to mine?
And choice was chosen farther back in time?
An older view but a heart of gold
Maybe reckless
But I’m dying young
I can feel him tugging like the tide
In between serendipity
There’s nothing we won’t try
I want you to come first
How earth is spinning
You should feel thirst
He’s gone but then he’s back
He’s super focused, then off track
I think it’s over when that ain’t fact
It’s never excitement we ever lack
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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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
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 👀
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? 😑
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?
👀
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 💕
Signs
All the signs point to yes
But then this and then that
Turn the questions into guess
And the answers never seem to form a crest
© Delia Ross. 2021
Our story is way more complicated than Romeo and Juliet. And I don’t even know who all is involved.
(Thank you for never body shaming me in any shape or fashion)
(You make all my body parts feel the good things)
(You make me wanna crawl onto your dick instead of dying naked on the street)
(There are dudes out there right now legit grossed out over my body and they have no shame in letting me know it).
But that’s not you is it?
You don’t make me feel like I’m gonna die on the street.
You don’t make me feel obsolete.
I love you.
Because you make me feel all the things.
Mind. Body. Spirit.
All the things.
(I don’t expect everybody to like everything about me, I just expect to be treated like a human being)
Not trash.
And I don’t want to think about that asshole any more because I probably wouldn’t even want to have babies with him
So why am I crying duh
I’m not
I’m getting off here so I can go do some staring
Staring into our dreams
zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Willow
My prompt was the song “Willow” from the film High Life
Willow
Finally… (a chorus, a verse? Cadence or worse?)
Where do you come from?
On comet wings
Circling my heart?
From troubled gallows
Over forests run?
Or troubled shadows?
Where I keep my sun
Lost in the high lows
Regret can weigh a ton…
Finally somebody knows
Finally somebody knows
Finally somebody knows
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
It’s full on blues in my head. Another freestyle. Welp.
America is becoming more and more a Hitler state and I’m stepping out of politics right now.
Stay woke
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I’d Give You
I’d give you the sky
Eternal arched holy rainbow
Darkness say goodbye
Hello eternal rainbow
To keep hope held high
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I feel like I’m falling behind. Consistently, like I’m falling behind. Is this what swimming upstream to your death feels like?
We’ve now moved into a realm where the possibility of Planet X is high probability.
We’re 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than we’ve realized. We’ve also found out that our distances were way off, they are using new methods to calculate distances. Things are closer to us than they appear. Like in our rear view? And do they ever account for that? 🤔
Maybe the ending of “Is Genesis History” is not so ridiculous after all but I’m still obsessed with that movie, as I am dinosaurs, and that film talks about all sorts of cool shit. Like how old the Earth actually is based on the calculations of the rock formations on Earth and these are scientists. Eh, as a Generation X, I have found that everything I was taught growing up was a f****** lie. I slept through most of my life, plugged into The Matrix. I tried to free many people but have since learned that just like in the film many people want to stay plugged in. Bah. I’m too tired or dead to give a shit. But the animals, the trees!! *sobs* I feel Earth’s gravity tugging on me. Or maybe it’s that giant f****** black hole in the center of our galaxy that’s lurking and I guarantee you come the next update we’ll find we’re even closer to it.
next Apophis flyby APRIL 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here (-)
I hope I get to kiss you before the end of the world
Reign *new spoken word poetry reel*
You belong on some foreign land, speaking languages of the old, forgotten gods
In some haunted and forsaken land
Where your reign has better odds
Speaking words I’ll never understand
Cuz your lies they come in squads!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I made a new Reel for this new poem!!! I know everyone crosses platforms and shares tiktok on Instagram and reels on tiktok but whatever- if I get 30 views on this new reel, I’ve decided I’m going to be happy with that. Because if 30 people showed up to watch what I did in a room, I would freak f*cking out.
You do not need an Instagram account to watch it. Watch it here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CLZjgzbFnga/?igshid=1orz2whlkrg4i
Edgar’s bones are rattling, I think he’s been moved! (This literally did happen to him- come to think- but that’s not what I mean). I’m just trying to keep the rhyme tradition alive and I reside in modern times.
You can ghost me, we still live on the same planet and in the same galaxy. Sucker!
One day you are going to die and I am going to die but the question remains now: who is going to become dust faster?
Gotcha thinking!
Welp.
Some idiot on Insta insulted my ass again. He said I was living rent-free up in his mind but he was stalking my profile m’kay. Stop lying. Blocked. And thanks for the workout motivation and compliment. 👍
Here a narcissist, there a narcissist, the devil comes in two
How about this new poem I wrote tho, eh? Oh, you don’t want to let me know that I swoon you in any shape or fashion? Hence, it matters not cuz Edgar Allan Poe, yo.
I am an elite rhyming poet in this century and I feel like I’ve written enough decent rhyme to make my mark in that category and to call myself A REAL POET.
It may take 200 years for anyone to acknowledge that fact. But I’m having a real go at it anyway.
Watch my new spoken word poetry reel here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CLZjgzbFnga/?igshid=1orz2whlkrg4i
Thanks for checking out my blog and for supporting indie artists!! I live and breathe poetry. 🙂
Dreams Or Ruins
Where have you lead me
To dreams or to ruins
Won’t find me begging
Despite my pursuing
Though knee was caught bending
To all you were choosing
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Dust
You speak and turn hope to dust
The way I combust
No room for love to adjust
Like iron to rust
A bull you can never trust
No you, no I, no ‘us’
Useless
But now the earth is filled with crust
You walk and turn earth to cinder
Watch my soul grow dimmer
The way a burning lie will hinder
I’m left with barely a shimmer
Won’t forget but can’t remember
You turn wonder to winter
Count my prayers, now I’m a sinner
Guess I’ll never be a winner
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Decided to write a poem without the similes but then it felt naked so I had to put one in. 😇
I thought Dracul loved Mina. Where’s my big love? 😤😤😤
*sobs*
My tears are burning
😭😭😭 helps 😭😭😭
Oh, I just wrote this. But the way my brain is deteriorating, it surprises me I can write at all.
Well maybe when the day comes that I forget my name that I’ll finally remember yours.
Don’t fall in love with a devil 😭
It’s purgatory 😭😭😭
But now I know why Edgar Allan Poe died on the street, nakid, possibly poisoned, broke, heartbrokes, likely depressed and drunk. And he served 2 years in the military, he didn’t deserve a death like that. That was not an honorable death. Welp. He better have a statue out there or I’m gonna have an effing fit. But whatev. Asteroid Apophis is on her way. End times will come for all.
Gonna die unloved.
Not everyone winds up with a burial plot. For many, they become dust in the sand. And it takes an extreme amount of heat to burn a body. Extreme to turn bones to dust.
I’m having trouble facing my own ending.
Welps.
I need God to throw me a bone. Hungers.
Delivery
I delivered my heart to you
On sunbeams traveling under moonlight
Perched like stars in the night
My soul broody from day
I called to you in raging storms and hurricanes
I left clawmarks all along your names
Softly with the flutter of a firefly
Flickering in your dreams
I came like a herd and with thunder
Tiny feet to pull you under
I crawled through windswept deserts
Sleeping under doom
I risked all to bring holiness to you
Like a lone desert flower filled with hope
And all the comfort you can evoke
I came with tidal waves
Gushing from love
A tsunami rushing for your word
The way heaven is mimicked with your verb
And galaxies crumbling under your voice
As if we had any choice
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Really sorry about the previous post deletion. Twice I’ve inadvertently published something simply by opening up the WP app. Had a proper meltdown too.
Anyhoo, this was freshly written before the meltdown. Freestyle ‘after midnight’ poetry.
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Absolute Zero (inside the mind of a poet)
Look at how you carve through precious stone-
You go from cherished to disowned!
If this is how you treat what you cherish-
Spear the love, see if it will perish?
Cherished muse-
You have 20 more to replace for every one you lose!
Let me tell you what you wish;
A face you really could cherish!
He can turn water into poison
You’ll never know you were chosen
He can turn truth into erosion
He’s got fire but it is frozen
Don’t call on him to have pity
You won’t find any in his city
Crossing wires like love is infinity
He is guilty
He’s not bold
He’d whimper and fold
He looks old
But that’s the price of cold?
It’s a balancing act
Trying to remain intact
After privacy is lacked
And seeing through any mask
How did all these years come to pass
Living hour by hour under glass
When did mere living come last
Crawling these circles full mask
How many roads of lies were paved
When did summer turn to grave
Too broken or damned to save
“Regret” on tomb engraved
She’s got everything hasn’t she?
She has his time, admiration, and money.
Still, she’s confused on who to be.
Meanwhile, I’m a fish out of water,
He doesn’t care if I die or breathe
I got iron steel regret
How heavy can it get?
I’ll find out yet
Weighing every bet
Pinching any nerve left
I’ll fail each and every test
I’m the very best at less
I’m the best at less!!!
I do terrible things
For love
In everything absent of –
I don’t rise above
If only disappointment were a page to turn
If dismay were a sunray
But I chew on bitterness
Bewildered from his poison seed
I pack worry in a suitcase
Toss my rainboots in a tree
Laced with lies received
It’s how I bleed
I sometimes think you are many faces
Filling spaces
Second bases
All these places
You assemble hope in tied up laces
Watching over me like the moon in phases
Carrying me over trouble through midnight races
Love is like the beginning and end
There will be no headstone
No grave
From life to dust
I’m not okay
Deny me love. I will appeal.
I’ve been berated
Words sophisticated
Now time is hated
Black holes where waited
Hours wasted
Love is not how it tasted
Love is not how it tasted
At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been
And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in
Could fit all I am in a tiny box
Cheap, won’t cost a buck
Disposable and out of luck
And for me, he doesn’t give a fuck
Well thank you for leaving me where I didn’t want to be.
He’s been charged with possession of stolen property.
You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Treat darkness like an overpass
Lay down a red carpet full of glass
Ask the Sun if it’s okay to bask
Precious love is always last
You turn a word into a ton of weight
Can make a damaged heart dilate
Stop all of hope with an iron gate
And take holy love to desecrate
You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Make an angel take a dirty bath
I’ve seen the dead rise from the ink you spill
Not even god can escape the gravity of your will
You dig tunnels just for thrill
See how many you can kill
Come to me
By frothy sea
Shine your light
I fancy thee
Red shift, blue shift
I don’t give a shit
I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon
Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running
Your lies only come by the dozen
You can knock but you can’t come in
The darkness covers all but it’s my coven
You ain’t welcome here again
I’m having trouble facing things
Or how the sorrow becomes permanent encasings
Though a bullet to the skull wouldn’t phase me
A daily crucifixion, the only life I’m facing
You’re cruel
Using me as your fuel
You’re not my tool
I drink from the carton
And I never show my enemy just how I’m hurtin’
I draw the curtain
And if you catch me taking a nap
Are you for certain?
I’m a rib from your side
A curse like Dracula’s bride
Or Bonnie and Clyde
I drink your love like cyanide
Mixed with hope and rhyme
Cut the cord yes I certainly did
Filled my home with darkness so thick I hid
Over valleys of crying I skid
Death and chaos is order
Loving him made me older
Even a glowing moon can’t comfort the way you smother
You’re a terrible lover
Always lying under cover
You don’t love her
You have only mind to wonder
Less a heart just feet with thunder
Get going you monster
Well, how much more dead can you get?
I don’t know what it’s like to be desired
If I had purpose it’s now expired
My wings expand but heart is tired
Tell me what in life is required?
Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?
Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy?
You let me crash on your soul in frenzy
I’m dizzy
Did you not need me?
Did you know moons were glowing with envy?
Heartache cost not a penny
But I got plenty
If you need any?
Gone
But left my heart to disassemble on its own
I left it rotting on your throne
Caring too much for desensitized bone
Lust your carried tomb
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown
Got dressed up all like I had no where to goes-
But I did and I do, I have people to impose
There are parts of me that are dying
Fragile cells multiplying
Swamps forming from lying
Weeping willows heard crying
Edges of time his mind
I go missing every time
His rhyme
Holding me to crime
His line
Wishing on a dime
Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met
Heaven is risky but I took the step
You feel like eternity in an instance
Gotta keep our distance
Every day there’s some new tragic fate with you.
Evolve or repeat.
Why hold on to something when all our sums have failed
Why give me any hope when there’s holes within my sails
I fell in love with a monster
Spying on ways he would watch her
Twisting and burning for answer
Changing moments to cancer
I can smell the lie on his tongue
I can see the tar clear in his lung
I know every direction he’s coming from
I know evil is where he sprung
I can see his shadow hanging low
Like a spider crawling slow
He’s not here to help you grow
A web of lust his afterglow
He brings you presents wrapped as lies
When dressed as shame he’ll change
devise
To maintain charm he’ll risk goodbyes
God they’re all the same
Using lies to earn your trust
We’re just a game
You think you know their name
Then learn the truth now you’re to blame
God says I can’t save them all-
Focus on the stars, I know about the stars
So I’m on my knees, I wallow in these scars
God says, watch how the colors bleed-
How it’s flowing free
We’re only allowed pockets of energy
Stop serving good vibes to those deserving of goodbyes
If only there were a fence that lead me to your green pastures.
Or if love were the grandest gestures.
Would it cease our need of treasures?
And increase in heart our pleasures?
I’m hanging onto life with all I have left
And you I’m clinging to with every single breath
He grew obsessed after every loss
The thing he loved, became his cross
Still over mountains, he gave it all
And how he sweat, she never saw
From the top, to the bottom, to rising again
Deserted deserts, losing treasures, our feet have been
Over powered, over run, still fit to win
The trouble with hope, it burrows under your skin
How can heaven weigh this?
Are you not why heaven fell?
How many lies are you leading
The light receding
And was I ever in your field of needing?
How many lives proceeding
How wave after wave pummeled
Darkness fully tunneled
I don’t want to be known for the wars I fought –
Or the hate I taught
I don’t belong here
With the putrid
Though the dead more alive
I bit more than I can chew
I am stupid
Got the devil in my crew
I invited evil to dance
Then got muted
The devil in a trance
I see through mask like a pattern
Deeply rooted
Though in the dark he was my lantern
He has to be very careful
Of who, of what, of when, of why
Every step he makes is sterile
Of love, of care, of hope, or I
I am replaceable
A traveler straight to erasable
He is obsessed with her
And her and her
But me it’s always never
I can handle extreme pressure under fire
But put me in the cold and I will expire
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Prayer
Have you ever fed on hope
The way you spoon it to me in soft crescent words
I’ve seen your shadow dancing in twilight
I wake for your golden hour
Any hour
Melting into sunrises
You lower heaven on my shoulder
So I can skip through its halls and miss prayer
Watch how my hope crosses dimensions to find you resting at my feet
We are nesting on a great divide
Where dreams are real life
Hearts a multiverse
Parts of my soul where you left claw marks
Sacred holy landmarks
I pray to you
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I love you. 😍
Willow
First off, if you haven’t seen the film High Life, you should. I had a love-hate relationship with it when I watched it a few months ago, but it was one of those movies I had to watch again and again. And the end credit song sung by actor Robert Pattinson is sublime. I think it’s safe for you to at least listen to the song if you haven’t seen the film (or ever want to).
That movie is so bizarre I really don’t think the song will give anything away. Since the lyrics were freestyle, I wrote my poem freestyle as well. Can’t escape the rhyme tho. Welp.
When writing my version, I tried to keep with the same theme of the film for the most part. I’m big into sci-fi. 👍
You can watch/listen to the original theatrical song sung by Pattinson here.
So, my prompt was the film and music. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this before (prompts). But I’ve wanted to. So alas, my version… 👇
Willow, where are you rushing now?
Willow, where are you rushing now?
Over broken glass, through the blasphemy,
Do you follow it downstream?
What’s reality?
Willow, do you feel no pain?
Willow, are you still hiding shame?
In the hollow light, past infinity, do you think of me?
Willow, are you stretching my dream?
Willow, am I what I seem?
When I’ve lost defense, and there’s hopelessness, is there nothing real?
Are we moving still? Is there destiny?
Willow, how can you stand the night?
Willow, can you feel what’s right?
A tender will?
A wish
Nothingness
© Delia Ross. 2020
Completely inspired by the song “Willow” from the film ‘High Life’.
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One Day
There might come a time, on some lonely and cold evening
When you feel your life had no meaning
You were never nothing in her mind
I hope one day you can remember
After all the chills colder than December
You were the field she could unwind
When on shoulders death you take to leaning
And so to life desperately clinging
You were the reason her wing refined
So if you fall to death not believing
Until an angel comes intervening
She’ll be the hand you fall behind
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Death and dying brings out so many emotions. When facing mortality, those big questions on the purpose of life come about, and often the non-religious will find comfort in religion. A lot of atheist will find God in the end and this actually happened to one of my favorite bands, Peter Steele, who found God in his end. You can watch videos of him talking about it on YouTube and read about it in articles. I still have a hard time listening to Type O Negative since Peter Steele died and they’ve been one of my favorite bands since I was 16. He was only 48 when he died. I’m 42. Welp. This is my last decade. I will not make it to 50. At this point surviving 2020 will be a fucking miracle.
I still don’t know if I said what I was trying to say because I was busy crying and blowing my nose.
I was trying to say that you saved my life and gave it meaning, when all the world had shunned me away on my darkest days.
I was trying to say something like, ‘you were there for me in my end, so I’ll be there for you in yours’ (whether by faded memory, poetry, or physical form).
When you think that your life doesn’t matter, remember that you made mine matter. You gave me sight and purpose. You opened my soul. You saved one of God’s precious angels.
I can’t write like the greats but we are definitely a modern day Romeo and Juliet. 😭😭😭
Wait… Except, nothing you write is for me so just forget everything I just said… brain injury > fantasy head
You make me write the most ridiculous, mushy poetry though. It’s all relative (see what I just did). You matter.
I forever heart you.
If this is your first time coming to my blog, I’m pretty certain I have better pictures and videos of me than of me crying. But whatev.
My writing career is going to go one of two ways, either I’m going to keep doing it or I’m going to pack it all in. If you’d like to support me, you know where and how. I’m still past due on bills and need to eat but whatever.
Laughing stock of zee world…
He Said, She Said
He said, they really never spoke
Still galaxies were forming from words they wrote
Feathers were pluming where islands were looming
And oceans were filling where she woke
He said, his life was but a cloak
Still volcanoes were smoking where they mope
Mountains were pulling, where islands were cooling
And it took all he had to give her hope
He said, life is but a joke
Still clouds were crying where she broke
Skies filled with lightning, where stars were aligning
And around her head was love instead of rope
He said, nothing could help him cope
Still ink was spilling on pages they soak
Earth was evolving, where love was revolving
And his hand was the only hand she’d grope
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
Carl Jung
Opposites attract. Yin and yang. Positive and negative. Me and you.
I’m gone and I’m forgotten
I’m gone like I never existed at all
Sidenote: I still love you. I’m learning to love the distance too (because you’re not the only one who tells lies).
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Hold
How do you hold onto an ocean current?
There are continents pulling to get away.
Sunspots are forming from your grip.
These tides rise as high as a moon.
The seas are calling and beckoning.
Can you not hear our cries?
The backdrop is hope.
It went missing from the wide blue sky.
How do you tell heaven to kneel?
Your indigo is a ruse.
Still, are there not galaxies forming under your will?
We collide and bruise.
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
A bit of a Frankenstein poem for you; half non-rhyme, half rhyme- unintentional.
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Hanging By
I’m verified
Terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
Crucified
No reason why
Don’t care to cope
It’s suicide
He’s all a lie
Too tired to try
Life is a rope
I’m hanging by
I’m verified
But terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
My jealous side
I’m hanging by
My jealous side
It’s suicide
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @PoeEternal
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Got Him (or maybe he has me)
Not only does he listen
I got him by the teeth
And in his world I glisten
While dancing on his feet
His love has no conditions
So solid like concrete
It seems his only mission
Is loving me complete
Walking tightropes
Over every word wrote
Using lines to balance
Darkness and failed hope
Taking steps to fall
But then don’t
He pushes me across the wire
His back gropes
The world crying I’m a joke
But he won’t
He is a cosmic jewel
Longing felt under moon
A hope or two
A dream in blue
Earthly views
The perfect muse
The love I choose
Someone I can’t refuse
© Delia Ross. 2020
Uhm, is anyone sick of my rhyme yet? Did anyone notice that within a blink my blog reached nearly 10K more views? Nearly 10,000 more visits HERE to read my blog! We’re nearing 60K! 😍
Got my enemies watching with a telescope- they say they hate me but you know I’m dope! 😍
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Binary Code
All I am is zeroes and ones. Hung up by rope with every mistake that I’ve done. Counting the ones and zeroes as all sum. God life ain’t fun.
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
Opened up my eyes, had a follow request, saw a post on binary code, and wallah. Poem. I apparently still love him in between the endless BLOCKING and UNBLOCKING that I do. I’m sorrys! 😭
I’m dying for his touch. Don’t even really know who he is, I just know he’s my entire fucking world and existence.
And I need him so much my mind will turn complete strangers into him.
Just because I can’t see him doesn’t mean he’s not around.
Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m not being followed.
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Gill
Well, if I’m not wanted by him
I’ll teach him to swim
Drowning from his own gill
He caught his thrill
Calculating casualties into the drill
I wasn’t part of the deal
He wasn’t ready to feel
Now I’ve tripled the kill
He’s got shiny bait in bills
Watch the girls trample the hills
Can’t get enough of his ecstasy pills
He’s my favorite still
© Delia Ross. 2020
(Do you reckon Edgar Allan Poe ran off of any of his wives suitors with a shotgun? I mean, he wasn’t very popular. The local press even stopped publishing his work. He went from a respected officer in the military, to poor, dead, and naked on the street and possibly poisoned, and heartbrokes).
I don’t want to die heartbrokes. Helps. 😭
Psst did you know my love keeps growing for you? I am a deep, wide ocean. Keep swimming. I’m yours, forevermore. xoxo (times infinity^2)
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