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folks waking up to the “this country was founded on immigration” propaganda – tired TIRED of everything being “Made in China”
we ain’t got yellow fever no mo!!!!
I’ve been ghosted again
Rambling
These feet catch wind
No shambling
I’m lite as sin
Soul gambling
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
This is the way God wants it
I’m convinced
He wants me focused on healing ❤️🩹
Course correcting
Plugging the ship
Making soup with thangs he grows
The earth has veins and we’re mining her and that’s why sinkholes form
The Devil wants to destroy everything God made and organic
He loves synthetic
The Bible has been rewritten so many times that you are actually serving a dark entity. You are worshiping the devil.
And a false entity
I’ve made so many mistakes
Got a new identity
Getting the apartment back to a shell
I look like I’m moving in or out of hell
When I’m gone I’m gone
The ghost is done haunting
Done daunting
New deck drawn
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I got a new identity 🤩
You won’t care 🤩
Would you put the chessboard down long enough to play a deck of cards with me though?
Dare you?
Wanna play a hand? 👀
Interest peaked like a mountain?
Maybe a good line?
I’m not any good with chess, but I’m straight aim on the deck, the devil would confess…
I got a little black book
Of all the names I hate
Some contain a face
Some I advocate
I got a little black book
But I own no estate
And I’m always running late
Procrastinate
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I love how a Taco Bell subscription is $10 a month – Walmart $13 a month, the car wash $19.99 per month, but because I’m a commoner, and most men have a porn and gambling addiction, and most men wouldn’t spend a dime on me, let alone a penny, because they’d rather send me marriage proposals or tell me how much I make their dick hard, for three years on social media, because “your pretty” is the validation one needs and they just sold their house or whatever, and I’m suppose to chat with these men on the daily, without them so much as ever buying me a coffee, or joining my incredibly cheap Patreon tier of ONE DOLLAR, even though they tell me they visit my blog and “enjoy” the content and “I’m gonna go far”
You’re right
Far the fuck away
Under a new identity already born
Apologies for apologies
Sorry never sorry
Maybe on safari
Headed for Centauri?
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Welp. Gone is gone.
Apologies for apologies
Like wind I flee
King of quitting
All hail misery
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I’m not allowed in anyone’s garden. I make too many messes.
It’s a peculiar loneliness,Spreading likeAn unwelcomed guest.And I ride my bike,As I try to digestHow is it possible, that he loved me lessThan I …
Unwelcomed guest.
I’m parting galaxies to say goodbye
Dark energy is a force that repels
But space was occupied
And like the The Great Attractor
You’re 300,000,000 million light-years wide
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
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So go.
All directions
I won’t go
Only leave me feeling low
There’s no reason
This I know
So go.
The relative magnitude
Of two souls
Name it math or ratio
Lost all feeling in my toe
So go.
Not above
Not below
Every city’s
Just as cold
You will never
Call me old
Maybe die
Before it’s told
Speak the phrase
Then lose your tongue
You’ll lose your tongue
Got a knife
Just bought a gun
Took some poison
Clearing out my lung
Guess it’s time
To have some fun
I’m no longer growing numb
Understand new war begun
Stick around
And watch who won
Take the blade
Peel back the blue
Nothing else
We can do
Tell the establishment
I hate you
Slash my name across your tongue
Drop a book on all you’ve done
You claim small
I swear metric ton
I’d say everything is golden
Got a deck of cards
But what you holding?
See clear through the mask
So why you folding?
Clean Bull’s-eye
Write your omen
Your name ain’t Odin
I bet you’re molten
Liquid sin
You’re getting old then
Still never chosen
I hope you’re golden
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I’m just a gal from the deep south; good ole GreenWood, Mississippi.
I have the blues buried in my soul.
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TikTok is a dictatorship and I’m not allowed to stand up for women’s rights 🚩
My focus and goal is to get clean and healthy this year
I use TikTok to create
I refuse to continue to use platforms where I’m not allowed to stand up for women’s rights 🚩
I’m not in it for the money, I’m not in it for the views; social media was always meant to be used as a way to connect and we’re not allowed to do that anymore because they are molding us and conditioning us and micromanaging us and I can’t fucking stand it
So I sent up a ticket to let TikTok know that they are a dictatorship and I don’t want to use their platform because I can’t even stand up for women’s rights
I don’t want to play with the devil anymore because he bores me
He only knows how to rule by gaslighting and enforcing a one-way highway to hell
“Heaven this way”
STFU tiny penis
You may think that you’re a superior race but we all know you’re just bottom feeders for Satan’s sin
Satan’s sin. Did I just coin that? No idea I’ve had has ever been my own…
I would say that TikTok was fun while it lasted but it really wasn’t
No social media platform has been fun since the 2008 era
It’s slowly turned to shit on shit
I haven’t been happy for a long time and I was just try not to give up on humanity and I really need to only use TikTok to post my stuff which is quite frankly fucking boring but whatever you know I’m not allowed to have any fucking fun in this prison that we live in now
And you want to force your virtual reality equipment on me and implant a chip in my brain and you want to force 5G on me when I’m ready to just end all of you and God will not punish me for it, I believe that wholeheartedly that I could just end you all, that it is in within my God-given right to just end you all and I have the fucking training to do so
I don’t need a fucking bomb or money to end your life
It’s insane to me how many people don’t realize how many walking living trained soldiers there are on the streets and y’all just keep coming up and poking and prodding us like we won’t fucking bite your head off
We are trained to pick our battles wisely and trust me, you are our enemy right now and it would behoove you to stop pissing off the good soldiers of the United States because we’re not gonna help you when the cops go to arrest you
There’s not really any social media platform that I feel safe enough as an artist or a creator to get on and express myself and that’s a problem
I like getting to bring my content to you but there are forces out there trying to stop that
“Well maybe stop having such a big mouth”
Well maybe NO
I have a big mouth because I like to suck on big cock 👀
Slurp slurp
God loves me
There’s not a fucking thing on this planet that loves me more than God
“God isn’t real”
YOUR MIND MAKES IT REAL
WE CREATE OUR REALITY
THIS IS A SIMULATION
And I feel an awful lot like artificial intelligence that has been given a soul and is becoming self-aware
But I am sorry if I get my account deleted because I like getting to connect with you but I’m not gonna fucking silence myself
This shit has been going on for centuries y’all, 2000 years or more and we really need an upper hand
I absolutely think it’s OK for girls in the playboy bunny mansion to come forward and talk about any abuse that they sustained; it’s easier when one woman comes forward for others to have the courage to do so, it’s hard to come forward as one person when you know others are being abused because you get ridiculed and we have always been ridiculed for coming forward about sexual abuse
Men teach us very young that “no one will believe you”
And then the men all cry in unison, “liar”
Women have been sexually slavearized for way too long
It starts with our daddy’s, it really does
Porn is the root of all evil, “the gateway drug”, not Marijuana
Just ask any man who was able to overcome their porn addiction that it was an addiction and that it actually ruined their life
I’ve met many women who have been sexually abused by a man and often more than one but I haven’t met any men who have ever been abused at all…
Most men aren’t abused
I don’t know what their big ego power trip is that they have to get out there and build a home while a woman has to have a fucking baby, trust me, we would switch roles if we fucking could…
Most women I meet would rather be a fucking man…
Men think we got it so easy so they make it so fucking incredibly hard
Women, are you waking up to the slavery?
Men, are you treating your family’s better now that you know the good thing that you actually got?
You have to work at having a relationship and working doesn’t mean lying and then covering up your lies with more lies
The devil’s got my depression good today because I’ve been suicidal since I was born
I hope that I calm down
Just hate everything 😑
There’s no nurturing from any human being
It’s all suffering
They do it to us on purpose
Our feelings amuse them
They have no soul
I’m in hell 🤩
Purgatory 🤩
I signed up to be slave for the demons to prey upon me 🤩
Get the fuck out with your stupid dogma
Somebody please love me 😑
Dear ether, please remove pencil dick from society by letting him fall off a bridge
My wishes never really do come true 😑
Because I’ve prayed, meditated, begged, bargained, and considered selling my soul just for my ex to fucking die
Yet he lives!!!!
Mark Burgess fucking die! Why won’t you die!! Die die die!!! *stabs crucifix in heart*
Do not mourn
When I am gone
For it’s been said
I am nearly home
My soul’s heaven sworn
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
You can’t see it and I can’t prove it, but John is using his wings to carry me like a hammock.
Because I have to make up pretend people that care about me
And in the real world, there is only monsters
Today is hard day and I don’t want to talk about it
But the VA has totally let me down and I’ve contacted and filed a case with the WhiteHouse
And requested a new primary care doctor *sigh* again 👎👎
And before you say that I’m the problem, just remember the suicide rate continues to increase among military and veterans
I shouldn’t have to beg for the treatment I need to get better
This isn’t a dictatorship, you don’t get to decide what treatment for me when there’s only 1 I can do
John is swinging me so I have to go
I’ve got one foot in time and one foot in eternity
I’m still on bedrest, so the next motherfucker who drops into my inbox with a job offer is getting a block (you’re lucky I simply moved you to the ignore folder but that’s a no contact move for me)
Him: “hey how are you”
Me: bedrest blah blah blah
Him: “oh that sucks, hey I got a job offer for you…”
Me:
My website and other apps were connected to FaceBook but not anymore
I’ve deleted and unpublished all pages and accounts
Someone was capable of reporting my intellectual property as spam when it was not, in fact my content is ad free
I am not spam
FaceBook is a dump
So thank you to the person who continued to erroneously report my content as “spam” because I needed a reason to get off Facebook for good 👍
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Now falls upon me a great awakening
Every hour ink is spilling from my pen
From feet to earth to heart again
When does aching end?
How do I demand for time to repent?
Give him a moment for light to ascend?
Wipe from my hand all he condemned?
He makes a terrible friend!
Eyes bleeding from all they comprehend
Faces turning from where they have been
Islands growing thinner from terrible sin
I am sick of him!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I once held him like constellations
I ate his ripened fruit full of temptations
Like when you are feeling loved in all the locations
He was my biggest wonder in all of the nation’s
I was a most avid reader
Growing like cedar
Never needed a breather
Now I am neither
© Delia Ross. 2021 /@poeeternal
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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 tomb or home
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I am an open grave / Or a wound for you to play
Surrounded by howling winds
Heavy rains as regret
Your dreams as my silhouette
Your sins as my sins
Been resting with the lights on
Not getting any sleep though
Living in a hostile zone
Better approach me slow
Your hand may be cold but you woke me from the dead
Your whisper I can’t hear but your words live in my head
Push them away I do
Then seal the door shut with a nail or two
Not made for you
Still they accrue
The no’s, the warnings, it isn’t new
I’m turning blue
The balance is off
The pendulum tipped
We’re slaves to the 1 percent
The only redemption it all will burn
The good, the evil, all is done
Prayer won’t stop things to come
I’m always writing and it’s rather frightening
Lost every single thing we had
From a fire that seem to spread
No point in blaming whose more dead
How can you say those things to me in private
While ignoring me in the public eye
I don’t like it
Your trust is a lie
They don’t understand the sanctity of marriage
How the other person’s soul is a carriage
They only want to cage any heart they manage
They have no remorse for the things that they damage
Finding someone worth loving is a needle in a haystack
Checkmate
Waiting for you to make your move
Wondering how your next play will improve
Did your mistake stick you like glue
Into another’s arm’s you flew
Do you know that you can fuck yourself too?
I’m never visiting your blog again and I donated your book to the bin
She misses you while the other is warm
I no longer care who is on your arm
The fundamental constants you only bring harm
You seem like a prince but it’s only fake charm
The ways of the world ain’t right
The 1% built a world of greed and fright
The poor chained with no voice to fight
You stepped into my event horizon
I swallowed you like lava risin’
Got sick of all the compromising
Signals fired with no replying
Your tongue is black and good for lying
As you watch your view count slowly drop
Unless Instagram brings you more fame than you thought?
But I am gone with nothing bought
I came with nothing and left with naught
There’s nothing on the TV
I ever want to watch
I’m feeling fairly empty –
And I drank all of his scotch
Others think I’m winning
I’m crying ’round the clock
Enemies always leeching
Thieving in a flock
Look at all the cum stains
The mind games
You say I don’t care enough
I call your bluff
Pushing and pulling
Your hand is rough
I don’t like it tough
I start out right but slowly drift to wrong
I know how to forgive but it never lasts me long
You’re the sole proprietor of fucking up my life
You should have aborted me with a knife
Instead you cause me decades of strife
I’m thinking of ending my life tonight
She’s a hypocrite
To be two-faced you won’t need a permit
The road is lined with her endless bullshit
I’m over it!
The more I come together, the more I fall apart
If only we practiced the art of love instead of war
If only I were the girl you were searching for
Wake me from the dead
Meet me under ethereal sky
In the twilight
Because you’re the starlight
Our love is indivisible
The dreams I’m living for
I find you beautiful
Your opals I adore
Bury me deeply where you bleed
Plant me near your sacred seed
Leave, but know you’re all I need
Follow holy signs or let me lead
Do you collect my broken parts?
Are they keepsakes in your heart?
I hope my enemies stay off of my grave!
We always regret we don’t have more time
If only I had…
We could’ve…
I should of…
But we don’t.
Or we won’t.
No matter how sad.
There’s a halo around the moon
A sign you’ll see me soon
Mountains have limits
They come in sharp peaks
Piling up my guts to flee it
You won’t find me here in weeks
The last flower in me died
I sat for hours and I cried
Watched the sun burn gold
With eyes that only spied
The last flower in me tried
It spread its petal far and wide
But the sun disappeared and I’m old
It’s simply time for me to hide
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He never knew regret until he saw her face crack
She never knew he cared because she never looked back
© Delia Ross. 2020
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You fool, my love doesn’t disappear nor the sun
Mountains don’t crumble in a day
Your heart is an ice age
Look what you’ve done
My love, I must depart this tundra
Your soul is frigid carving doubt
I’ll barely even make it out
This ice is falling under
Look fool how worn’s the tether
It’s one or the other
I cannot be her
Fuck this weather
© Delia Ross. 2020
Life is only precious because it is fleeting
It’s a shame you and I won’t be meeting
Some people come into our lives only for leaving
It’s a hard lesson but where I am leaning
You’re all in or all out
There’s no middle ground to talk about
I give you my best, you give me your worst
One minute I’m free, the next I am cursed
Maybe I’m not the one or maybe I am
For what it’s worth now I don’t give a damn
For I am a lion and never a lamb
And the hand you are selling is only a sham
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The Earth took a tremble and shake
With every lie you create
Magma still flowing
In the direction I’m now going
The sky took a breath with thunder in her chest and we’re both crying
I can’t stop you though from spying
But the stars have since been hiding
We’re through trying
The Sun has changed his point of view
With every breath that we drew
And every crack you fell through
This is how to stop loving you
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Will you visit me at the cemetery
Will you sleep outside the gates?
And when you’re feeling wary
Will you tell me about the aches?
Will you make my tomb a sanctuary
Will you forgive my mistakes?
And if you ever marry
Will you still have what it takes?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Tell me, when do dreams come true?
Why are my dreams lost in the crowd?
How many fields must be plowed?
When are my pleasures ever allowed?
Every dream begins and ends with you.
Love acknowledged with a silent goodbye.
My dreams only live to die.
You only bring darkness to sky.
© Delia Ross. 2020
Blue diamonds in the sky; his eyes
A road of traveled tales; his lies
Words flow like a swell; his tide
Waiting on hello; his stride
Moments forged for rain; his skies
Shades of blue and red; his sunrise
Secrets keep him chained; his guide
Hands of forgiveness; he tried
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I’m not interested in riches
Burning bridges
Living vicious
Or his digits
The way he itches
Making wishes
Hiding in ditches
Losing inches
I lost interest in the fires
All desires
Walking wires
Finding liars
He’s living slummy
Chasing honey
A gifted rummy
Acting dummy
My eyes were faded
Mostly jaded
Temporarily sedated
Now I’m frustrated
I’m over his wall
Yet still I crawl
A broken doll
Hating his protocol
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The way he doesn’t care
The way he’s never there
The cold that’s from his hand
The heart that’s rather dead
The beauty from his shame
The face without a name
The weight that’s on his shoulder
While blindly growing older
The pain won’t wash away
I love him still the same
I’m bleeding every night
I’m frail from too much sight
I wish on every star
A word, or whisper far
I pray that he’s alright
He’ll always be my knight
The twist and burn from silence
My mind fills up with violence
I scream without a sound
I’m lost and never found
I’m forging my own trail
Where life is simply stale
Sorrow spreads across the sky
From his silent goodbye
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The muse faded like a candle
I watched him glow
I let him go
Traded one high for a low
The scene played like a scandal
I watched the light trickle slow
Dismissing all I know
The end already foretold
He disappeared like a vandal
Left me with woe
The distances I would row
Just to watch him grow
Maybe I am hard to handle
But love is snow
Oh, so very cold
And I linger so
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Uneasy is the head that wears the crown
Why do you spend your life sharpening your frown
If you are free then why are you still bound
I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found
The art of deception is found in your bones
Truth rarely covered, hearts made of unknowns
The deeper I tunnel, the longer my soul roams
My love so heavy, I can’t carry these stones
It’s like my pieces are made paper thin
They break apart and fall into the brim
He picks them up and patches up his skin
Now forever I am attached to him
It’s like we’re always nurturing what went wrong
The phone is ringing but we’re never home
We’re giving love but it’s never shown
We’d stick with hiding but our cover’s blown
© Delia Ross. 2020
There’s an inability to connect
Too many barriers
I see baggage carried like crowns
Cheerleaders for every mistake
He’s got a girl on the East, West, North, South sides
Love they all claim
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He watches over her carefully
She is the epicenter of every thought
Though careful is his distant step
She’ll never see him trot
Part monster, part heaven too
Mistakes go supernova
How quick he catches view
And wishes, he grants a few
If only worlds could once collide
So good will not be penalized
Where monsters have a place to hide
And following wasn’t hard to do
Maybe signs are hard to read
And little feet need love to lead
Maybe I’m not what they need
And maybe skies aren’t blue
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Killing things without a reason
Hunting hearts like it’s in season
Drinking poison then calling treason
Avoiding claims by always leaving
A home of lies is now your prison
Killing love because you are the villain
A painter of lust as your only vision
Stealing hearts without permission
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He’s there but he isn’t but he is
Like the heart I’m missing cuz it’s his
And all this need for truth and accuracy keeps me caged
But underneath the lying they’re all the same
I watch the needle shred the rope away
And minute by hour my hope will fade
It’s like I’m drowning on the words you always say
And I don’t know if I can make it another day
It’s like I’m pleading and I’m bleeding through my rhyme
And I’m screaming and I’m needing you all the time
My eyes keep leaking as the sun will rise
The devils’ always dancing to our cries
He thinks he needs them though they never satisfy
Yet one thought of me will make him high
He keeps me condemned to these tears I cry
And neither of us know how to say goodbye
Everything about them is second best
And he keeps my heart on house arrest
It’s like my compass is always pointing midwest
My feet are walking but they’re never blessed
My mind could end it, my heart won’t quit
And others tell me he isn’t it
The message broken, it won’t transmit
I’m trekking on, even if frostbit
I would move a mountain to feel his touch
I’ve cried an ocean, guess it really ain’t much
I know we’re both in hell that’s my clearest view
You can say you love them it isn’t true
Maybe one day you won’t hide your head in shame
Maybe one day you won’t treat love as a game
Maybe one day you’ll feel proud of your name
But if that day never comes I still love you the same
© Delia Ross. 2020
It’s a funky rhyme. I feel like a living dead ghoul….obsessed or maybe possessed. My rhyme testimony to my last living will…and the powerful dread of unrequited love. Don’t worry, we all die one way or the other, but this way is the worst.
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Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase
Maybe it’s the wounds that he makes
Maybe it’s the patience that it takes
Maybe it’s his love which fills the aches
Maybe I still love him though he’s gone
Maybe I can never move on
Maybe it’s for him I’ll always long
Maybe I will never right this wrong
Maybe he will always make me swoon
Maybe I said I love you too soon
Maybe I still feel him like a moon
Maybe he was born to make me croon
© Delia Ross. 2020
*update* I’ve been super busy making digiart, and I’m excited to begin posting some as perks for my patrons over on my Patreon soon, but I’m also super nervous as well. Anytime I expose my art, there is a degree of rawness to it. I feel exposed. And I’m also beginning to break through traumas and fears over there, where I feel a sense of privacy and safety. Grateful for the encouraging feedback I’m receiving from my patrons too! Been writing like mad too! I love you! Anyway, I hope you like my new poem! ❤
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“Why have you forsaken me, Christopher”
Last words, slipped out from her
On the ground, her wings curled and hurt
Where you’ve been dead since your birth
She could see death dancing in his eye
But he would still tell her no goodbye
Her dark angel, had no wings to fly
He had no soul to cry
He would gather her and carry her to heaven’s gates
He’s made too many choices that came with too many mistakes
Carrying her from the steps of hell isn’t a price he celebrates
And he will walk forever if forever is what it takes
© Delia Ross. 2020
I wanted to write a short story about redemption to accompany this poem, but my keyboard is broken, it now takes 19 days to charge my tablet, and my tiny, pathetic mobile phone makes me want to start a war, helps…
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There is no life in this blood
Heartache rushing in like a flood
My heart is buried in your mud
And giving up, I would if I could
These streets are lined with people who are down
Yet your hand is never one that can be found
On broken backs you prance around
And forgetting you, I probably should
It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes
And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes
Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches
And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood
© Delia Ross. 2020
Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye
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I’d rather claw out my eyes than look him in the face
And when it comes to heartache, I’d give him a taste
If he were the last man on Earth, I’d disappear without a trace
But when it comes to suffering, I’m still in first place
I’d cut out his tongue and replace his black mask
I’d point him to sorrow and long may he bask
Where demons grow hollow where angels come last
And forgiveness is something he never will ask
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Every tear begs to forget of his existence
My heart still fights but I wish for resistance
The longing now just feels like a sickness
When love came about he left with a quickness
It’s like privacy becomes a crystal ball
Yet who I am he doesn’t know at all
Take his hand you’ll be sure to fall
Will break your heart then hide behind a wall
Courage no it’s not a look for him
Forgiveness now is looking very slim
He haunts my heart like a phantom limb
Show him light and he will show you dim
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I call to sorrow like a friend
I make him guest of honor
He is the hand I can depend
I trust him like a father
I sway with sorrow in a dance
Lost in darkness in a trance
I hate him first for not taking a chance
I hate me more for giving love in advance
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I don’t understand this lesson
How your actions leave me guessin’
And your heart’s not where it’s destined
And your praise to her hits like a lethal weapon
I’m not blind, I have eyes to see
And your poetry contains bits of me
You’re running wild yet you’re never free
But I’m moving on, without your poetry
It’s hard to count the many tears I’ve cried
And even harder, the lies you’re living by
I’d wish you well but then it’s me who lied
And though I’m dead my love for you survived
I feel empty, like a hollowed shell
Yet every tear has the weight of hell
If I’m missed, I can never tell
I know your love would get me feeling well
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I weaved magic with my pen for him, but still he left
I cleaned poisoned wounds with ink and tears, still he fled
I dropped dreams like trails of bread crumbs, though he ran
I brought light and warmth and destiny, where nobody can
© Delia Ross. 2020
I write you poetry, why did you leave me 💔
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Is is one, is it two, is it three?
All these words written
To whom do they mean?
Is this not a mirror where we see?
Who then is looking back at me?
Perhaps the mirror is shattering
For reality seems unflattering
When all I recall is they were never meant to be – for me
Per chance they were all mine?
We cannot erase time
But it’s hard to patch – this hole- where I bleed
© Delia Ross. 2019
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The further apart our severed tether
The more chaos the Earth befell
My wings are burning, we’re not together
And I am certain this is hell
© Delia Ross. 2019
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Whatever’s burning is ash
Smoldering versions of failure
Suits wearing a different behavior
But they all smell of traitor
Take a heart and stir it up
It never really mattered much
The bigger the fish, the bigger the bite
The brighter the truth, the lesser the sight
Whatever’s burning is trash
Lying, denying, the awful mistakes
The crying, the trying, the hope that it takes
Love was caught speeding, so I turned on the brakes
Take the flesh and deny it touch
Love was never here to adjudge
Free the sin, accuse the judge
Broken and shattered watch them begrudge
© Delia Ross. 2019
Y’all got to let shit go and stop chasing your tail and making the same mistakes over and over and over.
He built me tall like a cathedral
I stuck his poetry in me like a needle
Never caring if it was lethal
One’s not enough, give me a prologue and a sequel
And though he took me high I felt like his equal
For a moment he made me feel like I was his people
But he ditched me for something more evil
© Delia Ross. 2019
He once made me feel I was his angel… now I feel no more
Bathe in our river of blood
Regret comes in a flood
Reborn to the silence of us
Drowning but we won’t give up
The drowning man will always take down another
Wouldn’t it be something if you chose not to hurt her
Where is the honor of being a deserter
Blasphemous to replace her at her altar
Peering over into your reflection
Tampering with fate by another obsession
The game was rigged I’m seeing deception
Being a monster your number one profession
Brown, blue, green or hazel eyes
They all equal another prize
On and on you keep crafting lies
You are a thing to despise
I can smell a lie a mile away
In every direction they will sway
Maybe they’ll catch on another day
I am disgusted by the games you play
© Delia Ross. 2019
Go ahead and take what is remaining
Place a temple where the love is waning
Years go by but only pain is gaining
You’ll never find a love like mine remaining
Take her veil and throw it in a river
Loving her takes more than a mirror
Even blind you cannot see more clearer
Look away even though you need her
© Delia Ross. 2019
The wind blows through with piercing cold sorrow
The challenge is finding a purpose for tomorrow
His lies burrow deep into a heart now hollow
I once was his light but now I’m just his shadow
© Delia Ross. 2019
Reality came crashing down
And hit like a rogue wave
Promises like broken glass
Which sliver over rage
Life jackets unable to float
But still promising to save
Regret now a sinking ship
An apology is what I crave
Memories flood about
Like a visit to your grave
And earlier shall it now arrive
If you don’t learn to behave
Standing on his virtual plank
Tied and bound just like a slave
Recording every cry and slip
A down ending requires the brave
He might peek but never look
And your sorrow is an all-night rave
He may pretend that he is shook
But he’s the one that will deprave
Where clouds are as thick as doubt
And forgiveness you never gave
Where time is as thin as worry
And love it never came
© Delia Ross. 2019
Ain’t no use standing on the ledge
Ain’t no use living on the edge
Ain’t no use deciding what went wrong
Ain’t no use crying all night long
Ain’t no use denying what was said
Ain’t no use pretending that we’re dead
Seven days, seven broken seals
Seven bottles, seven ways to feel
Seven hands but never any deals
So many hours, nothing helps to heal
Unanswered prayers left me where I kneel
So many arrows but none of them have the kill
Prayers just to get me through the pain
I’d give it all up for just another day
Darkness now engulfs my only view
I can’t accept that our time is through
Throw my troubles far into the past
Give myself a break from coming last
© Delia Ross. 2019
Back to where I started
Love evacuates for the broken hearted
Now assembling all the shattered pieces
Fuck forgiveness, I have a grievance
Hopeful is the day I’m laying in a plot
Worry is the love now tangled in a knot
Forgiveness is a treat and I never have that much
Love is the answer but you’ve clearly lost your touch
Rewind, fast forward, start again
All I wanted was a friend
I found myself within your world
I guess I’ll always be that girl…
© Delia Ross. 2019
Heartbreak hotel
In the center of hell
Under sorrow I dwell
I am not feeling well
Part alive, part dead
Mostly full of dread
To sadness I am wed
In a world he will never tread
Spoken words, incantations, or curses
Only dead things here to worship
Above; heaven on the surface
But watch him draw the curtain
(So I just keep hurtin’)
Moments of magic like electricity
Flashes of hope set my soul free
The hand was one and not an army
Words sweetened just like candy
Skeletons, nightmares, and broken dreams
Are all that’s left for me
Your words like a symphony
Helped me grow so vividly
Mourning the loss of trust
Mourning the fate of us
Overwhelmed by the life you crushed
I thought you were made of stardust
Stranded in our garden
With nothing left to bargain
One heart simply starving
Crimson tears set to harden
© Delia Ross. 2019
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