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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I make decisions I know I’ll regret later
And I don’t know why I pop around, the truth is that I hate her
In disgust, I watch how her little minions all think that she’s greater
But she’s the equivalent of an asteroid making a crater
And what he sees in her requires a calculator
And a wallet, then add sex, she’s just around for labor
But then she removes her panties and she just isn’t my flavor
Maybe she thinks exposing herself is doing us a favor
Well, for him, I’m sorry, but it’s the only motivator…
© Delia Ross. 2020
SORRY NOT SORRY 👇👇👇
Warning, the following is a rant you best avoid but I needed to do it for my own fucking sanity… I only speak the truth. 👇
It’s not that I have anything against sex workers in particular, it’s just, I don’t like her, in particular. She’s gross, she lies, I can’t get the image of her vagina burned out of my mind, I know he sticks his dick in her (she’s cheap, AKA free), she emotionally blackmails him, and while he may put her in ropes, she’s the one that’s got him chained, she’s a pyramid scheme to her own fanbase which was built on lies, she pretends she’s a publishing company and acts like a cheap whore. It’s not hard to make your blog private if there is nudity, it’s kinda the fooking rules. But I guess she wants to help contribute to ruining our children in America with free porn yah!! (I’m sorry but close up shots of just your vagina is fucking porn). I hate her because she came to my blog spreading her fucking jealousy which led me to go check out her blogs and then I had to see her exposed vagina which I didn’t want to fucking see… And if I had paid to see that shit, I would have asked for a refund for real. But now she needs to pay for my fucking therapy to get her out of my head. I mean, why she assumes everyone wants to just come to her blog and see her fucking vagina up close!?! It wasn’t even like, neat. Like, I complain at people for posting pictures of their hands up close if they don’t even fucking have the decency to get a manicure beforehand or put lotion on… It was hard enough coming to terms with the fact that them two are in a thing together. I’m not jealous of her body trust me, I don’t think she’s worked out a day in her life. You could go fishing with how coarse her hair is and judging by the looks of it she probably does. I’m not jealous of her fake fanbase that she’s created by pulling her panties off and lying to them. It’ll be a long day in hell before she releases her hold on him, I wouldn’t put it past her that she blackmails him. I’d bet my soul right now that he’s trapped, it’s no wonder their time together is always turbulent. I don’t like her for many many reasons there are for not liking a person. She’s bad all around. There’s good people like me and then there’s deceitful people like her who try to make you believe that I’m the bad person… I don’t like her because she’s a hugely bad influence for the love of my life. I don’t like her because she pretends to be a nice person, but if she was really a nice person she would have followed my blog when she came to it originally leaving all the comments that she did, but she is as fake as they come, she did it out of spite and jealousy only, and hoping that I would go check out her blogs like I did and find out the stuff that I did and now I have to watch her be all friendly to all the other bloggers we follow… In the beginning I was even stupid enough to follow her blog but I didn’t understand why she came and left me all those comments but never followed my blog but later it all made sense and I figured it out… (obvious facts they both deny). She never had any intentions of following my blog because she was jealous of him writing poetry about me while he was fucking her. Sad truths. But we all run in the same circle, so I have to see all of them support each other but leave me out… cuz I’m the problem LOL LOL and more poetic rants likely to come because I need more therapy for how much I can’t fucking stand her…
I feel slightly better after the rant.
And even after all the horrible shit I have learned, I still love him… Why? Why does the why even matter anymore? Him and I are the modern Romeo and Juliet. I swear we are. He’s beautifully dark and I love him. I just can’t stand her… And I’ve already gone through my period of slashing him through my poetry, I completely crucified him for real. But he still carried my cross. And loved me. And I still love him. And I still have the hope of one day and she can’t fucking take that from us… or our poetry. 👍👍👍
(even if he convinces y’all that none of it is about me)… mirror please) 😇😇😇😇
Listen, I’m not the smartest girl on the block, but I’m also not the dumbest and I know what’s real and I know what’s not. I love him and he must really love me too because he’s never actually blocked me anywhere despite the fact that I have crucified him more than once but he must have known how much I was hurting because deep down I have a reason to be hurting because this shit is actually real it’s actually fucking real and happening in real time right fucking now and it’s NOT just imaginary in my head. And even if his words aren’t always for me they heal me the same. I love him and I know that I’m his favorite love. He has many girls who love him but none who love him as much as I do. My love was made for him. The thing is, I can need him and set him free because it is real love and it keeps coming back to me. And I wish I didn’t dislike her the way I do because then maybe it would make it easier for him and I to be friends and follow each other again, but that’s exactly what she doesn’t want. She needs control. She’s also very co-dependent on him. I’m not because it is true love. I probably could have liked her had she not been a deceitful jealous spiteful conniving bitch. So, I’m sorry my love, but I think you can do better still. xoxo
And to the bitch this is about, get in the sea already…
SORRY NOT SORRY
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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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Cold in every manner
Lost faith in ones who matter
Still praying every hour
Too many tongues that spit and chatter
Her words hit like a bomb
I was no longer calm
There was blood on my palm
And I knew where the rage was coming from
Pray that every tear turns to a curse
Hide the devil here inside this verse
If he has a fear I’ll find what works
Thought he was a monster but he’s worse
© Delia Ross. 2020
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If given chance, I’d be the one to put the spear into her side
Make her feel the weight of everyone she crucified
Put poison from the sponge onto her tongue because she lied
Never trust someone who has a devil as her guide
© Delia Ross. 2019
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Out there on the horizon
A glimpse of redemption
While crawling over ice thinning
And tethers strained from the tension
As the distance slowly lengthens
Where the darkness comes to listen
Reflections rarely glisten
Just a sight of mostly deception
And fragile connections
No regrets for him I’m guessing
And I failed another lesson
Thinking love was a blessing
Not another interception
Not a secret obsession
Gifting only depression
His attention another direction
I get no affection
Not even a chance for selection
Just a ghost in another dimension
And my hate for him I’ll mention
Over and over in confession
With or without aggression
I’m at peace in this session
Writing bygones and rejection
What again was the question?
If shame were a crime, you reached perfection
Now go focus on another erection
And you better get tested for infection
Because you’ll stick it wherever there is exception
How much pussy is in your collection?
Disgusting vile worthless tool with zero potential
© 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
There’s nothing left
Loss of breath
Beneath this chest
A heart for theft
He took my zest
He killed the rest
I hate him best
Now I’m depressed
© Delia Ross. 2019
It mattered most
But now it don’t
I could forgive
But now I won’t
I could have cared
But you’re dethroned
I could have tried
But you’re condoned
My heart was soft
But now it’s bone
You could be right
I know you’re wrong
© Delia Ross. 2019
Always using one head to satisfy the other, you are just a tool
Wicked games coming around
Wicked games bringing me down
Hurry, paint on my favorite frown
‘Cuz wicked games have taken over town
© Delia Ross. 2019
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
WOW, look at the monster you have become
Growing bigger but rarely numb
The hate warms me so I succumb
I grant it entry, and let it come
© Delia Ross. 2019
Tears carve through my sorrow like ice
Cold was his method but precise
Wrong was my soul to sacrifice
Forgiveness an unreachable asking price
Deep is the evil lurking in his core
I’d rather go blind than read anymore
I’d rather go deaf than hear from his whore
I’d rather just die than walk through his door
He got the devil collecting every lie he creates
He got the girls falling for every bait
He got the truth covered by multiple gates
A predator for the young he lures and awaits
I fucking see through all of your masks
A predator, a monster, a narcissist, a liar wherever you bask
Years of denial if anyone were to ever ask
When it comes to being special you fail the task
© Delia Ross. 2019
Nothingness matters
Gravity in the darkest seed
Too many hers floating in his seas
Lick the hand where it bleeds
Watch the hate fill the need
His wrongs cancel any good
He’ll lie and tell you I misunderstood
Straight from the pits of Hell to a young girl’s neighborhood
He’s never known integrity anywhere he stood
I’ll never forgive him even if I could
© Delia Ross. 2019
Watch me grow
As I go
Watch me flow
The current of reason
Denial is so last season
You’re down the landslide
I can’t be by your side
It’s where my love died
The moment you told lies
You’re not mysterious
You are a landslide
A soul without conscience
Dead end roads on a fault line
Using your sickness to capsize
Maybe a standup guy by sunrise
Then again, this is real life
And you’ve got that on standby
Or maybe it best if you just drink a load of cyanide
I came, I seen, I saw you fall
With the landslide
I can’t be by your side
That’s where my love died
The moment your eyes lied
You were disqualified
You’re not mysterious
Monsters are easily identified
You’re just a living carcass
No matter, no fuss!
© Delia Ross. 2019
There it was I thought
But then again maybe not
It is tangled in a knot
A wound without a clot
And yet bigger that it got
It smelled of death and rot
He said he knew but he forgot
And neither cared to clean the spot
And while the witch did stir the pot
Along she came a wretched trot
And with her pen she took a shot
And I seek naught the thing she brought
© Delia Ross. 2019
HE WANTS TO KNOW WHERE MY LOVE WENT *LAUGHS INSANELY*
Chance was cast aside
Like a broken promise forgotten
Friendship lay there rotting
Like a dead carcass
With his lover circling like a buzzard
Her heart as cold as the Arctic
Black as night is her word
A circus queen for the heartless
I’ve not read a thing she muttered
Nor drank from which she harvest
They are black seeds of dread
Crimson pools of tears from where I bled
Laughter from the ones who never suffered
Jupiter knows the ways I cried
© Delia Ross. 2019
You only speak to me when in a drunken fever
It doesn’t say very much the words that you deliver
Hate for all the words you never said to me
Hate for making me feel this invisibility
Hate for all the moments that you cherish her instead
Hate for all the aches and being left with the dead
Hate for ever knocking and getting a good look at you
Hate because I love you no matter who you choose
© Delia Ross. 2019
Followed broken trails that lead me straight into you
Misread all the signs because I haven’t got a clue
Darkness replaced faces where there should have been a hue
Bars replaced windows where there could have been a view
Tears replaced arms on this lonely avenue
Just thought that you may welcome, an old soul passing through
Love sweetly soured filled by all your black mildew
I’ll add you to the map of monsters ran into
And avoid you like a plague no matter what you do
Left my boots at your door and filled them with voodoo
I guess I am a monster but now I hate you too
© Delia Ross. 2019
Now I light a candle anytime someone is sick
I mark it with your name and then I place it with a wish
Now I only think of you when somebody dies
I’ll snort it in a tissue and into the one I cry
Now I only think of you when somebody lies
I put it in a prayer and wait for you to die
I rarely ever think of you like many would advise
But when you finally pass there’ll be joy in my eyes
© Delia Ross. 2019
I could have been a lawyer
But I studied instead to mope
I could have loved you better
Now instead I hate you most
I would have wrote a letter
But this poem instead should work
I would have ripped your heart out
And put it on a perch
I should have sought out shelter
When it started to get worse
You should have loved me better
But now instead I’m broke
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s a love story from the dead to the dead
Rotating cyclones of he said, she said
It isn’t what I meant here’s what I mean instead
Constantly sending each other gifts of dread
You wanted to be heard, now your face is turning red
But I’m sorry, you’re sorry, it’s all we ever had
Now we’re feeling worse, we are always feeling bad
Our circles quickly dropping unless we stopped trying to add
Try to greet you all and you respond like you are mad
I’m certain all I wanted was for us feeling a tad less sad
Actions and words never meeting in the middle
And every single wound leaves us all so very brittle
Consequences come at you hard to read like a riddle
But everyone thinks they know how to love just a little
You swear it isn’t you but here it comes another missile
I know we’re all in hell it doesn’t take a degree
You’re always on the run, you barely ever take a knee
I know I’m paranoid the devil’s always after me
Blinding us with hate or lust I can’t convince you all to see
I’m just curious if any of you really do feel free
You build these walls and cages but who do they protect
You haven’t convinced me that your life is so perfect
I wonder if any of you clearly understand yet
It’s doubtful though so I’m passing on this bet
I’ll try again and maybe this time I will be more direct
Okay another verse, perhaps a message you can understand
None of this can work if we don’t give a helping hand
I live here, you live there, we all share this land
Love is not something to hoard, set it free unmanned
Love it knows the way so let it lead our command
© Delia Ross. 2019
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All my plans haven’t gone away
They’ve really just been delayed
People they fret I can’t explain
They all just sort of strayed
It’s not my style to beg or plead
I sometimes require aid
They all want something from me
I have nothing for trade
Many years spent on this journey
Every direction came a grenade
You tell a different story
That isn’t the life that you portrayed
Why do you get all the glory
While I’m prisoner in this stockade
No need for you to hurry
My heart rotted and decayed
© Delia Ross. 2019
Love is-
Leading them to an empty well
Deserting us someplace in hell
Love is-
Building them up before they fall
You never loved any ever at all
Love is-
Demanding devotion eternal to you
Lying no matter what you have to do
Love is-
Tainting everything you touch
I really never loved you much
© Delia Ross. 2019
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