I'll take the middle of try; that's where you are.
Pondering
Poetry
Mirage 2.0
I love being just a number to the artist who inspire me....
Caught Between the Devil
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing...
Hunter
I thought I was just a gatherer but I suppose I am a huntress as well.
CONFUSION FRONT AND CENTER
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
Prozac
Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things
King of Sorrows
He wears the crown of suffering. Another freestyle.
Narrow Views
We haven't learned a thing...
Clot
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
Undiscovered
Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.
Homeless
Where do I put the love?
Scarecrow
It's better to love him from afar.
Stone
You'll never get close to me.
Sun and Moon
I cheat on the day with the night. The Sun is chasing the Moon and the Moon is seeking the Sun but the two never meet.
Awareness
Awake to reason
Debris
I am a wasteland
Goodbye
A poem about how hard goodbyes are.
Emotional Cargo
We are all carrying such heavy loads. A poem about that.
Breaks Like Sadness
She breaks like sadness dancing over the womb She aches as night washes over the Moon If you shine your light she will run too soon Overstay your welcome and she'll be gone by noon © Delia Ross. 2019
Severed Connections
Always alone, what else do we know? We have grown accustomed to loom Universally we stand connected By lines to each other's doom How erroneous to accept The progress of dreaming, The TV is on, my computer is streaming All the world is aglow... © Delia Ross. 2010
A Chapter Yet Filled
Who here desire that love be all one needs? Surely, I say not for me. Though love proves a clever disguise, Love does not make one wise. It preys upon the weak The mere beauty only, For purity it speaks. And I a blossom yet to bloom, This cold entraps and seals my wounds. I…
Apathy
I have but apathy to loan Where once a heart of gold Now all but shades of stone The clouds a frown The dirt my home I am but a shadow more The frost withered on the grass A sound upon shattered glass A wall without a door © Delia Ross. 2018 Find me on:…
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