Did you know heaven would pull out quickly too?
When both of you were the cold artic wind and blizzard you put my faith through
Did you know I would be a sign post for everything you say?
Pointing my hope and love in the direction of decay
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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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Shallow whether grave or shallow whether bone;
6 feet in a box is where you both belong.
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t like them, if that wasn’t obvious in the poem…
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It floods in like a tsunami, the anger
Red flags appear, and I’m calling danger
Don’t come at me like I am a stranger
Fighting enemies helps tame our nature
© Delia Ross. 2019
I SEE THROUGH YOU, DIFFICULT NOT TO FEEL A LITTLE BIT DISAPPOINTED AND PASSED OVER
There she is, it is death on the horizon
And follow my sorrows she will
Until the day I end
There it goes, all the light from the Sun
I was looking for love where none of it was real
I was looking for hope in any direction I could ascend
There it flows, my hope is on the run
And bring with it a fear that covers with chill
While the devil whispers softly “suicide is your friend”
© Delia Ross. 2019
He does not exist anywhere except for on this page
And in a downward spiral my sadness turns to rage
The crowd keeps applauding though we both have left the stage
And if I ever mattered is now difficult to gauge
Will my heart always remain behind a cage?
That’s a bet for losing and I haven’t any wage
I’d ask him for forgiveness but I never act my age
I’d ask him for a hand but I know he won’t engage
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ll never be available to you in any capacity
The feeling is mutual, I’ll fuck off rapidly
Tired of being shamed for my hospitality
You’ll never have my adoration and that is reality
© Delia Ross. 2019
It can disappear as quickly as it can appear
I won’t even need to yell all clear
It only takes seconds for my heart to veer
I don’t need you in my atmosphere
I won’t even shed a tear
Only the worthy are allowed here
Feel free to harbor all your fear
You’ll soon find it’ll grow more severe
Your happiness fading each year
A bleak existence your only frontier
But I will never reappear
I bid you farewell my dear
© Delia Ross. 2019
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