Happy Lunar New Year from your favorite goth in mourning and Teddy!
Signed,
The Disposable
Happy Lunar New Year
In The Mud
Look at you
Dragging me in the mud, the blood
The hell I put you through
Look at all the shit I do
And crying a flood
You’re stuck like glue
I got names but question who
Look at how you act a stud
Now every moment under review
Look at how we equal two
But I’m growing like a spud
So you spit and chew
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I don’t mind that I’m a bit dirty lol. To be fair, the potato is my favorite vegetable. I am a special spud growing in his existence. Am I the root of all evil? 😀😏😆
Our garden of the damned?
*laughs insanely*
Damn, now I want some mashed potatoes. Or chips. Fries. Twiced baked. Salad. Soup. GIVEMAH!!
In other news, I live in an apartment complex that sounds like a war zone and I need to move. Anxieties.
I’ve been seriously busy planning a cool photoshoot so I hope things go according to plans. They rarely do! So I don’t want to give anything away yet. But, as things progress, you know, updates. I haz secrets!! 😍
My LinkTree will take you places: https://linktr.ee/poeeternal
My Original Spoken Word /Poetry Reel has gone viral with over 1K plays in under 24 hours! 😍
Holy moly!!! Yes it does feel good!! Thank you for watching! This is the first time I’ve ever gone viral so for it to reach 500 plays and then 1000 plays all in under 24 hours is phenomenal! I’m shook to see this in my notifications! 😍
Thank you all for watching!! 😍
I’m definitely inspired to get my first Tik Tok video going. So thanks a bunch! I appreciate the virtual cookies/ inspiration!
It doesn’t mean I’m famous and it doesn’t mean I’m rich but can I just please enjoy going viral for the first time in my life and for doing something original and on my own. This is my passion. I’m showing you the best of me (it doesn’t mean I’m perfect, I’m just giving it my all). And believe it or not, I’m actually scared doing this stuff.
It’ll never happen but one can dream! It doesn’t stop me from shooting for the stars! 🙂
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Once it reached 500 plays (some 14 hours after it was published) it only took 3 more hours for it to have another 500 plays, putting it over 1000 plays in roughly 17 hours, reaching 1K status in under 24 hours, for an original poem I wrote, which is incredible! I’ve never done anything like this before. But it’s very encouraging! Thanks for watching my reel!! 😍
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Link to my original poetry reel: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CGgDxW9FJmv/?igshid=1vx8ysbgxr083
Bridges To Forgiveness
If bridges were steps to forgiveness, I’d collect every tear you drop-
Pave the road with hope, and the love we brought.
If gardens grew trust, it’d be a golden crop-
And every bit of fruit we share, a taste of love we sought.
If distance was a rainbow, for your hug I’d hop-
For every moment I exist, you are in my thought.
© Delia Ross. 2020
Cliffnote: Still apologizing to my love (and enemies) for uprooting his existence and shining my light on his darkness that he’s pulling and sucking every bit of light from me, until you won’t be able to distinguish the light from the dark as we become one, our words embedded with time.
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Playing The Angel (digiart)
Come on raise your head
Now wake the dead
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The only thing missing was some fake blood and my custom fitted vampire fangs… 👍
P.S. I’ve been painting my lips red since I was 13. I never outline my lips. Tomboyish mostly and prefer a natural, blushy tone. I also don’t want botox or lip enhancers to kill my lines. I’ve died a million times. It’s written in these rhymes.
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal #poeeternal
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I’m now on Twitch! I’m going live again soon! Hit my channel at: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
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Our Tree
I went to visit the tree we planted
The seed that fell as our hearts connected
The hope that grew as love erected
A time before I was neglected
I buried my heart where you rejected
And even left faith if ever collected
I have found peace and wrongs been corrected
The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected
© Delia Ross. 2020
I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.
In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.
His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.
If you dig my blog, please consider showing your support through a small monthly membership on Patreon. If you prefer, you can also make a one-time donation here. Thank you.
I’m now on Twitch! Hit my channel at: www.twitch.tv/poeeternal
Keep up with me on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/poeeternal
I follow back on Twitter and you can follow me here: www.twitter.com/poeeternal
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