The End (a poem)

I know why everybody’s gone, halfheartedly
The Devil is a finely-tuned mistake
Just off center front stage
Sitting in a black box
Drinking champagne
His eye a spotlight

He keeps a letter in his pocket
Dark corduroy lint free
He smells of oak and pine
And her expression is a look of expectation she will never meet
He finds her in the most desolate ruin

Out of breath
Wasted time
Ready to die

Regret is a curtain pulled aside
And she dances with fury
He’s convinced the moon is under her spell
Gazing
Engorged

She prefers the clouds her audience
The quiet solitude
Where destiny won’t find her
Where broken promises and debts will never be paid…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


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It Mattered (poetry)

It mattered while it mattered
Stuck upside down
Soul still shattered
Saw smile for frown
Then all light scattered
Fell down our crown
When hope was battered

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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A Trail of Hopelessness (mini rhymes)


You are the cold porcelain
I keep laying in


This way to sorrow
This way to despair
This way to desolation
This way to nobody cares


Was that your shadow leaping over my dream?
What were you thinking while abandoning me?


The system is rigged everywhere
Just leave me where I fell


The world is a drainpipe
There’s not enough pills to gaslight
It’s a battlehill
And you make me ill


Was your vein not thick with poison
Blood curdled and coagulated
I pulled out every thorn
Your heart turned into a floodgate


I need 1 sun-moon cycle where I’m not disturbed
24 hours of peace preferred


How easy he would come to me
But what would he find?
Scars and bits of broken pieces
Unfiltered creases
The ugly kind?


I don’t care about your joyrides
Or do I?


What will I be known for?
How I died?
Suicide?
But never the reasons for why I cried?


Dear Mother,

You only taught me how to suffer


Didn’t I write words of worth
When you were nothing more than a
speck of dust
When any sun would bring you dirt
I took the pain and made it work
When all the world thought you a jerk
I drank the blood and made you smirk
When you were nothing on this on this earth
I turned your no into a must


Drowning on rage
Too much air in this cage


Warning signs were posted
I suppose they go ignored
He was a Japanese suicide forest
And hope unexplored


How much times passes while you collate?
Working around the second hand
What kills the ache?
Was it your best move?
Or the worse you’ll ever make?


Harvest my disgust
It’s fully ripened
Polish off the dust
You’ll find a diamond

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Had about 6 meltdowns today. I’m radioactive. I’m not okay? 🤔

Has anyone else been feeling like they’re in some sort of deja-vu zone? Aloof?

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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

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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.

Miscataloged

Have you ever felt the cold night move over you like fog
Like lace covered in unholy smog
You’re not the boy at all I thought
You’re not the hope that I had sought

The Great Expansion
The Great Divide
The Great Unearthing
All I despise

From written word to analog
Or being threatened to back off
Then having no dialogue
I guess I’ve been miscataloged

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I hate when people misplace me. How dare they. Pff.

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The Great Expanse

How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.

© Delia Ross. 2020

The pandemic is getting worse. So too my depression, hopelessness, anxiety, isolation, paranoia. Got the psyche on redial. Just gonna keep writing. Dying. Feel every fucking second like a cross.

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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

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Somnolent

Awoke before sunrise, far below the clouds
Lost hope before his eyes, fell below the crowds
I stopped to smell his lies, now I’m seeking shrouds
Though somnolent were his cries, now his pain enshrouds

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

I wish I could get some sleep. I guess I will when I die.

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Croon

I love you like midnight
Piercing off the moon
How even your cold shoulder
Can still make the night swoon

I love you like the darkness
Passing by at noon
How even when it’s hopeless
You make the cold wind croon

© Delia Ross. 2020

All this hair is like a furnace in Florida
One Freckle for every reason why I love you
Always lost in translation…

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The Lows

I’m sick of concrete ceiling skies
His tireless little alibis
The lows that come when I need to rise
The feeling that I’m out of tries

I’m wanting just a bit more luck
And wouldn’t hurt to have a buck
But mostly never give a fuck
Depression hit me like a truck

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m moody and withdrawn. Therefore, I’ve been neglecting your blogs and friendships (and my life), I’m sorry.


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Heavens Been Destroyed

He’s the wrong kind of thrill
The lightning on the hill
He’s danger with a chill
And break your heart he will

He’s a double dose of worry
With plenty more occurring
He’ll leave you in a hurry
More sorrow is stirring

He is endless frustration
Constant acceleration
Another sin to damnation
But rarely lost in translation

He is a lie carefully plotted
A delicious apple now rotted
The only lover I ever wanted
The very reason I am haunted

He’s the door to the void
And to hope a decoy
A weakness to exploit
He’s how heavens been destroyed

© Delia Ross. 2020


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The Signs

The signs all point to hollow
There is no quarter for solitude
There is no pill to change the view
The signs all point to sorrow

The signs all point to narrow
As one by one I’m torn in two
While nothing gets me over you
The signs all stop at follow

© Delia Ross. 2020

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