I look like I’m starving so he’s constantly in my inbox hitting me up for free nudes 👀

I look like I’m starving so he’s constantly in my inbox hitting me up for free nudes 👀

I can see through her fake
The black eyes it must take
Crawling like a snake
Right through Eden’s gate
© Delia Ross. 2021
She thinks she has it all, a husband and the love of my life…
One of them she can keep.
But she is in my territory.
I bite.
And am immune to narcissism.
Took sleeping with the devil.
Don’t come at me.
Or anywhere near the Garden of Eve – which is MY domain.
Free will
And just because I let the devils into my garden, doesn’t mean you’re allowed into my fucking garden….
Yay?
All’s fair in love and war.
How’s the hubby? Let me go stalk the profile
Poor lad, he needs attention
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
Inconsolable
The way you throb for her
I move through life
Like I’ve heard not a word
You’ll get what you deserve
My love decomposable
Grasping at darkness
It’s exposable
The Great Unearthing
You’re disposable
© Delia Ross. 2021

Sorry not sorry?
I have some photo shoots I’m wanting to get done but also a lot of moving parts that need to come together. Scout locations. Costume fittings. Weather permitting. And that’s just a few… I don’t want to give away too much but I’ve never done anything like this before. Patience needs to be a virtue. I’m antsy.
The Covid pandemic is also holding up items in the mail that I need. But whatevs. Life. Gotta come up with plan B, C, D and revise/update when you can. I’m very spontaneous, what the fuck is patience? Go now! Welp. Not now now though because it feels like Antarctica outside currently. I nearly turned into a Snowman. WTF Florida get it together. My heat is on.
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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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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!! 😍
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I’m having trouble with connection
Like leaving the light on
Keep losing affection
Even with light gone
Face changing complexion
Forgiving his one wrong
When needing perfection
Not facing delights dawn
Still failing inspection
Why hands are withdrawn
Evading the question
Then lying with a yawn
Been nursing obsession
I’m sleeping on his lawn
Or chasing rejection
While writing the wrong song
© Delia Ross. 2020


Goodbye 2020. Fuck you.
Look at all these sides
Subtractions into fractions
Division by walls
Like disappearing actions
We chop as if distractions
When truth is we need them one and all
Now counting our reactions
And fleeing into factions
We never considered the cost of these halls
Hearts squeezed into contractions
All while pleeing we need extractions
But never heeding to any calls
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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What are your words if hollow and brittle?
What becomes of care when you show so little?
Then remove the lie from the middle-
Watch your honor fade and dwindle?
It’s time integrity took a stand
Purity is the only thing I’ve got in hand
I fell for your ruse, you’re just the better man?
But I can promise, it won’t happen again…
I’ve learned that love is simply a myth
And if you have a name, let’s call you Judas
Deception is every kiss
And betrayal, it’s written on your fist…
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t even know who I’m talking to anymore. Judas Iscariot? Where’s my kiss?
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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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No matter how many times I slam closed the doors of communication
He’ll be on the other side waiting
Anticipating apology and thorough aching
My overall frustration for misbehaving
His back my entire foundation
My heart his home base station
Tossing apologies in the fire for cremation
I’m his favorite creation
© Delia Ross. 2020

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He knows I’m sorry. But I don’t know if I could ever face him and say it. And if I ever did find the courage to face him again and say it, he’d just throw it away immediately.
So the good news is he didn’t block me. He still doesn’t know I exist. Like one of them soldiers standing guard for the queen. Solid as stone. Hardened? Hates me? Maybe I’m just the ghost haunting him. Oh noes, helps. *sobs* 😭😭😭
Uhm, thanks for still finding value in me even though I can be a depressed, emo, isolated little bitch, who pushes everyone away and crucifies the one I love the most.
I’m deeply sorry. But I don’t know how to say it anymore. There’s a good chance it’ll happen again but that doesn’t mean I’m not sorrys.

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I disassociate
Long hours to avoid the ache
Your unholy wait
Thick iron gate
You painting over the marks I make
With the masks I take
Smiling, saying “everything’s okay”
We perfect the fake
Laughter fills the day
My fang will shake
I’m not ok
Or have words to say
More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, I’m after
More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, not like her
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal





*laughs insanely*
*dies on fucking street*
You should find a map that leads you out of existence
I mean it this instance
Highway 11 there’s no resistance
That way we can keep our distance!
© Delia Ross. 2020

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

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Suicide is the ultimate ghosting
Silver bullets for toasting
Give the world a final roasting
It’s the direction I am coasting


© Delia Ross. 2020
The moon’s sway
An ocean wave
The love you never gave
My heart’s decay
Stars at night behave
The roads they pave
Forgiveness a knock away
But not today
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

I cringe at socialites. Just not my thing. And that’s okay. Introverts deserve recognition too.
I barely can handle family events which is why I pretty much don’t do them anymore either.

And to the ones who give me space to do my work without any bullshit involved, thank you. I’ve said this like a thousand times before, but I am a war vet and I am not a social creature. You shouldn’t base how much I like you, on how often I come around. But there’s also certain platforms that I have gotten off of, for the most part like Facebook, because it’s toxic as fuck. I had stayed on the Instagram and Twitter but I’m kind of falling off the Twitter now too.
You’ll notice I’ve never had a contact box on my blog. I don’t participate in prompts. I’m currently not doing collabs. I’m not good with communicating anymore either. I don’t do social events, I don’t do social outings. I don’t people. I don’t even like knocks at my door or phone calls. I have disabilities and health issues that keep me isolated. But I still have to kill off friendships because they get mad at me for not wanting to go hang out at a bar. I don’t even drink. 👎👎
You can bribe me with food though at any point in the day. Be extra careful though at midnight because that’s when I’m the hungriest and turn into a gremlin if I DON’T EAT.
On the upside, I am considering adding a limited number video chat tier to my Patreon, as many writers and artists offer it. Can discuss anything, writing, read me something you’re working on, chat about the weather, get writing tips, get feedback on a project you’re working on. Whatever! Regular stuffs that these video chats are for (the non sex work stuff)!
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I like my privacy and my solitude but you know, there are narcissists out there who give you the cold shoulder for it. I’m not freezing tho. I’ve got shelter. I paid my electric and rent + 9000 other basic cost of living expenses which keep the poor poor. But my feet are warm. I mean, the narcissists tools of manipulation just don’t work on me anymore. Sorry not sorry. Hungry and suicidal. On edge 24/7. Want to be on my own, create art and fuck the patriarchy… Basic 101. Art was always meant to be political. Or rather anarchical and against the norm. HELLO, THAT’S ME!!! *waves*

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The no entry signs are posted still they stray
I’ve stated there’s no hope yet they pray
I’ve mentioned I am starving they won’t pay
I need some time alone can’t get a day






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© Delia Ross. 2020
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I hope my exit is ripping through your home
Like the direction I go
Like the hope you don’t know
Like the love we won’t sew
I hope regret is chewing like a mole
How you’re never feeling whole
Now it’ll never be a goal
You have no soul
I prey bygones have dug a proper grave
And to lust you are a slave
Now you have a place to pray
God won’t listen anyway
I hope hell becomes your permanent cave
And your tears break wave after wave
Like my heart you failed to save
You’re living decay
I hope the winter solace becomes a permanent artifact
How with her you’re always shacked
How your truth is always blacked
Who I am, you’ll just retract
Lies! With the devil you are packed
And she clearly has your back
Every lie will leave a track
You’re both an act
© 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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‘Turn Me Blue’
Sometimes I experience words as if they are new
That’s what your written word can do
Pushing and pulling through and through
Take my breath, turn me blue
Subjunctive mood
Lay it out for me in lines
Penalized
Marginalized
Revised
By your red pen, I am chastised
Twisting and burning
Your pens always yearning
Speaking of truth as if you are learning
Replacing your mask while your lies keep turning
Every single day my anger is churning!!
Lines! Lines! The devil’s crossing, the way you’re talking!
The constant lusting, a poor man’s cursing
The way you haunt me
The nightly stalking
I can’t keep walking
I’m more than drunken babble
Jagged edges traveled
I’m more than all you saddle
Or the porn that’s on your channel
Stop pretending you’re something you’re not
The baggage you carry weighs alot
Still licking your mask for all that it’s got
Worried the truth simply might drop
I go from wanting to block him to wanting to fuck –
I go from ‘I hate him’ to “he’s my buck”…
Jagged edges
Overcrowded ledges
Falling into hedges
Deserted second pledges
Wishing things I haven’t
Rotten choices maggot
Fine tuning an old habit
Lessons always absent
Why do they always have to lay on me their personal conditions?
I want to muse not defuse the hourly emissions
Confessions, obsession, next the rejection
The highs, the lies, twice the objection
Undermining and poor correction
Next you know there’s more affection
Every step has got you guessing
But no one ever moves direction
From none to some
From some to none
From birth to young
From aged to numb
From luck to curse
To curse from luck
From fast to stuck
From good to suck
I’m still finding bones you buried
Death the only thing you married
I wasn’t around love and nurturing growing up
I was a petite girl beaten, I had it rough
My mother, my sister, my father’s, they all were tough
From blood to bruises, scruff was the stuff
The frog doesn’t know until it’s too late that the water is hot
People either loathe me or they love me alot
Maybe I’m formidable or maybe I’m not
Maybe you’re alive with a heart full of rot
He left but his silhouette remains
Life is quiet where shadow overstays
Not even a whisper asks if I’m okay
All you ever give me is your poorly drawn lines. I’ve heard this excuse now a million damn times.
Stop pretending my love is a crime
Stop telling others I’m not worth a dime
It seems you’ve laid integrity on the line
Darling, I’ll win every time
Lure her where light breaks
Offer her heartaches
Remind her of her mistakes
He made his bed though he wasn’t prepared
The road she was going he couldn’t care
It seems her worries wasn’t shared
Or maybe underneath the hiding, a boy was scared
I left you like a ton of bricks crumbling
My rearview shows the void
A boy devoid
Self-worth destroyed
There’s nothing to avoid
Tear me down
Disassemble words ticking
Fingers clicking
People bitching
Darkness my gown
Sales we’re pitching
Endless ditching
Wounds we’re stitching
Anger itching
Another smiling clown
Dreams still wishing
Lies keep twisting
Sorrows non-fixing
Love went missing
Watch me drown
I can go but the only thing it’ll prove is that I’m gone…
If only forgiveness were a page to turn
All these hills are mistakes I’ve run
And I cannot change the things I’ve done
Got my enemies watching with a telescope
You say you hate me but you know I’m dope
I see you clinging to my every hope
You pray I’m drowning tho God is my boat
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I once held him like starlight in my eye
But the light slowly turned to drab
And hope was a rope not an inch to grab
I watched a living life magnify and die
His breath was once a sail for my dreams
But the air turned stale with mold and dust
And hand was an enemy not an ounce of trust
Life passed me by it seems
His poetry was once a creed and map
But his words turned to curse and hell
And love was a poison for not feeling well
Between my heart and his there lies a gap
© Delia Ross. 2020



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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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You haven’t asked for forgiveness, you haven’t crossed the fence
You toss your sword then demand from me to hurry and self-inflict
You say that you are friendly with poison in your hand
You’re slurring words and defending things I’ll never understand
Your foundation is fairly dirty, there’s cracks upon the wall
Any direction I’m going, it’s likely I will fall
I warned you I was empty, I warned you I was cold
But now you are doing things I predicted would unfold
You are a drowning man, seeking a casualty
But darling if you really look you’re dead as dead can be
Poetry: it’s not what you say but how you say it…
© Delia Ross. 2020

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I’m never looking back but I’m waiting for the echoes of cries and ringing of bells for when his death arrives
I’ve been sneaking through the halls of hell, dashing through the crowds and veils, it’s a wonder any hope survives
I’ve been bruised by thickets and hell’s prickly fences, the endless casting of spells, preying with fevor and with any luck by sunrise
Mostly wandering lost, decorating diamonds on cells, and the chances we are given are none, there’s no way to revise
I get lost in the feeding, the crying and the frenzy, the height of their yells, his existence I still fully despise
We’re on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches, our heads spinning like carousels, but I can see through disguise
Heartless and uncaring, the wounds from his carving, I’m impatient and I’m starving, but hell he dwells, just tell me when he dies
© Delia Ross. 2020
This poem is a multiple rhyme scheme. It has a weird flow.
(My ex is sometimes sneaking around here tho I’ve gone no contact, he’s a narcissist demon spawn from hell).

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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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I miss coming up for air
After your words would knock the wind out
Even now the winter blizzard of your cold shoulder is predictable
My cries and shivers numbs the void
My face with permanent icicles
And yet the sun will rise and the rooster crow
And in a circle you will go
I miss when your tongue was a rogue wave
How you made time another dimension
Every syllable unearthing a treasure
I will be your clown in a daze
I am still a slave to your will
Feed me scraps so I can feel
I miss the g-force rush of synchronicity
Felt the Earth spinning with every metaphor and ending
When caution was but a dark cloud passing
And notifications were promises of heaven
My lungs would fill with air after moments of dying
Joy was the fuel that kept me from crying
© 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
P.S. I’m ready to date again. 😚😙😘

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What is left that remains?
I broke all our picture frames
Underneath my thoughts are the same
There’s nothing left here to save
I’m hurting
But you’ll never know when
And her road that you’re taking
It’s just a dead end
There’s little doubt
You took the easy way out
And I don’t care if you’re ever about
Your trust is a drought
Sadness as loud as a siren
I don’t care if it’s who, or where you’ve been
Your love was always barren
You were never worth trying
© Delia Ross. 2020
I hope I haven’t misspelled any words, I have anxiety over that now lol. 🤓 It’s probably not about any one guy. It’s just a poem. But maybe they need to come with a disclaimer (it’s not about you I swear) 😄😃😄
Some videos featuring me and my dream to get to Mars! Watch for my name under candidates, this video gives me tears (my name is Delia Ross): https://youtu.be/SwT4pTusyVw
Oh my goodness tis me on Watch Hollywood TV haha PT 1: https://youtu.be/ggfjzKCBPlA / PT 2: https://youtu.be/RrkVNd0zK6k (and I think there are some bonus behind-the-scene ones floating out there too)
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Now you have her attention
I wonder how much it cost
Is your heart now merry
After everything you bought
© Delia Ross. 2020
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It’s not the best house but it’s definitely not the worst
And if you think I’m worthless well honey you’re not the first
And if you think I’m perfect well your bubble I’m here to burst
And if you blame obsession I know I’ve got the thirst
I may not be a diamond but I’m definitely not a curse
And if you’re wanting love well my heart left in a hearse
I might have said I loved you once or twice in verse
But if I stick around I’ll likely make it worse
© Delia Ross. 2020


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He never told her how much she meant to him
Because she didn’t mean a thing
Love she never learned to swim
And so wound up drowning
Deeper yet she tried to wade
To kill the fire that’s burning
Heavy prices have been paid
But what he taught she isn’t learning
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Were you planning a murder?
You assemble letters and vowels like death
Like the mercy you don’t harbor
When I’m running out of breath
Did you know you’d be the executioner’s hand?
Precisely in depth to know how it would land
There’s a crater where my soul has bled
Ashes where your words were tread
Did you plan a heist to gather the stardust?
Were you aware I’d combust
One tiny heart shattered
As if it never mattered
There’s a dim dot glowing
Where love was exposed
There’s a heavy price knowing
My soul decomposed
© Delia Ross. 2020
What did I ever do for you to treat me so cruel
Why are you a genius yet act like a fool
Why is your life a valley of stool
Why do you keep acting like you’re just a tool
Why do you stay prisoner under your own rule
Why do you keep lying as if it were cool
Why does my presence get under your skin
Why does your lie always come with a grin
Why was I never allowed to be your friend
Why do you always take my heart for a spin
Why do you consider losing a win
Why do you spy on me if I’m just a has-been
© 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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The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountain tops
And space, there’s not enough to keep him from my thoughts
He’s got the world in his hands while my soul it sits and rots
Round and wound he tunes us up like we are clocks
And reason not as simple as connecting dots
So doubt fills my head now thick as clots
© Delia Ross. 2020

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I give a little still they need a lot
I swing for gold but miss my shot
I pull the thread, they tie the knot
I turn around then lose my spot
I bust through fears like it’s a door
I’m exposing things I haven’t before
I’ve been wandering for ages lost on his shore
And I’m terrified our country is headed for war
Many are choices yet few we can choose
And I wonder just really who could fit these shoes
And I gave him my word and he gave me the blues
And I gave him my heart now there’s nothing to lose
Been stumbling around and lost in a maze
And I’m choking on fumes that came from his blaze
Yet no matter how he hurts me the love always stays
Maybe I’m just broken and desperate for his praise
I hear so much chatter but there’s nothing people say
Yet ask them where they’re going they’ll get back another day
And I really give my all, that’s just the price we pay
It’s like we’re skipping first base and heading straight for the freeway!!
Sometimes I think a bridge is there for me to jump
And an ocean is a gully where all my hope has sunk
Sometimes I’m wise and knowing and other times I’m drunk
But mostly these days I rarely give a fuck
Patience is a virtue and some don’t know the drill
If silence is really golden, I am searching still
He is just a sleeping lion ready for the kill
And she is just a tool to help him seal the deal
© Delia Ross. 2020

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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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If you climb the mountain of despair
I will greet you there
For my home is made of sorrow
And it’s found everywhere
No purpose for tomorrow
Here there’s little air
Watch him praying to the sparrow
Well, I still don’t care
Top, bottom, or in between
It’s the still same routine
Kiss them now or never
Been numb since I was fifteen
Blinded or with sight
Still can’t feel anything
With cure or a poison
There is no vaccine
© Delia Ross. 2019
If I appear to not have a heart
I guess it’s probably true
And if you stick around long enough
I’ll likely prove it to you
If you reach for my hand and it’s cold
There’s nothing you can do
I don’t want a connection with anyone
So find another to pursue
© Delia Ross. 2019




Money won’t buy it all
My love is not for sale
And even if it was
You’d never get a pail
© Delia Ross. 2019
Thistles and thorns
Broken forms
Tools and twats
Don’t mean alot
Here comes my storm
I will breach your shore
I will bring some more
I will settle the score
Should care if you rot
But I am not
I’ll speed up the clock
With a girl named glock
Just come to my block
I’ll show you how many feelings I’ve got
© 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
Growing taller as I grow with fear
Shouting louder, before I disappear
He’s like lightning striking where I stand
He’s a viking with an iron hand
Defending hollow ground with all his might
Filled with lust and left without sight
Love is his sword, he’ll insert the blade
Deep is the longing but there can be no aid
He’ll tell you a story while he watches you bleed
He’ll lick your wound like it is a seed
But give him more to ease his shake
He’s growing strong while more of them break
Needs they are a plenty
Goes for girls that cost a penny
Ghosts roam his oasis
Masks are his only faces
© Delia Ross. 2019
Nobody before, nobody now
Don’t follow me, I’m not around
I may sneak to see if you are well
But you will never tell
Who am I, don’t you know?
I am nobody, I told you so
If you’d like me to be someone, I could try
But then again, that is only a lie
© Delia Ross. 2019
She took a shot
I took a swing
She felt a shock
I didn’t feel a thing
© Delia Ross. 2019
Ready for round 2…
Silence on the battleground
Blood on my sword
Sorrow now eastbound
Forgiveness I’m not marching toward
The sky is red
My heart is black
The love is dead
I’m not coming back
Tie my boots tighter
Brush off the pain
I am a fighter
Death is my reign
Casualties on the field
Integrity is my alibi
Your end is where I healed
So this is where you die
© 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
America generica
Land of the lies
Freedom is an episode
Where individuality dies
Sheeple a dime a dozen
And honesty he never tries
Chasing his tail in circles
Lost behind the guise
© Delia Ross. 2019
He’ll take the world, the dark, every lie you embark, he’ll take your smile, he’ll take the girl, and he’ll take the other one too,
But her, I’m sorry she won’t do
© Delia Ross. 2019
They say I’m crazy but I’m really just a child
And when they act up I start acting wild
And when there’s no attention it only makes me riled
It’s like everyone’s a tribe and I’m the only one exiled
They say I’m crazy but I never did grow up
They don’t call me cougar cuz I’m still a cub or pup
Being an adult just wasn’t in my cup
It only requires nurturing to watch me develop
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’m a flower and if you pour light on me watch how I bloom (you can call me tulip)