That sound is silence
The quiet act in violence
My thoughts in a riot
As if on autopilot
He is not the best
Not even a little
Though like the rest
I’ve set for remittal
Just maybe he is the worst
As I fell for him first
But he is an endless thirst
With no quench for the cursed
The damned be gone!
There is never any dawn
I must carry on
Where his ghost has spawn
I make love to nothing
A ghost I am hunting
One with his absence
A love without an address
© Delia Ross. 2019
Take a bite of silence
Spread it like a virus
Watch the hour widen
Feel the pain ripen
As hearts growing calloused
Whose wall is tallest
Add it to the distance
A sweet tongue now viscous
A truth more painful than a lie
A hello more terrifying than goodbye
With all parties now listening
Two of the same are wishing
On a star which died many years ago
What remains is a shadow
Though they wouldn’t know
No they wouldn’t know
He remains as a scarecrow
Protecting over his soul
© Delia Ross. 2019
BOOM…
Her noise crashed into existence
An adulterer of daylight
In the eyes of the night a mistress
Still the Sun would chase her with all of his might
Penetrating years to lessen the distance
Every sky diamond flickers white candle light
But ask him of commitment and he’s a terrible witness
He will disappear before the Moon is in sight
His energy expelled before the ink dries from words written
Feeding from his lies as a tiny parasite
Chewing on his poison never seeking his permission
Ignoring red flags as your soul fills with blight
Asking for truth only delivers misinformation
Dancing for love on the back of the night
Keep chasing light despite its resistance
© Delia Ross. 2019
Our words like feathers carry no weight
To his ears an uninvited guest who overstayed
Still we’re spoonfed lies to minimize the ache
Just an innocent bystander who took the bait
He will circle you inside a barricade
He will taste the wound to see if you’re afraid
He will take the route you feel most betrayed
His words were never there to offer aid
If you need more pain he will accommodate
If you want his love he won’t participate
There are many already at his gate
His hands will lead you straight to his grave
I would gladly place my life at his blade
And gently kiss his hands as they preyed
And from my mouth not one complaint
And though dying my eyes finally awake
© Delia Ross. 2019
I got to where I never cry
I can feel the hours passing by
I keep the blinds closed from any sunshine
It doesn’t cost me a dime
To waste all my time
It feels like the wrong design
I still tell them all that I’m fine
Suffocate on all the energy
Surrounded by negativity
Completely numb without sensory
Nothings ever bothering me
Nothing to ever do, no one to see
Married to my invisibility
My soul a wasteland filled with debris
© Delia Ross. 2019
I will always love you from afar
The same way I love a distant star
And cast wishes under its light
Where I pray for you every night
I will always wonder where you are
What catastrophic event pushed you so far
Your heart a celestial sphere
But you never let anyone near
And on nights when the sky is clear
I cry into the atmosphere
I couldn’t tell you the hour dear
Every moment I wish you were here
You and I live under the same sky
The winds blow west and carry my cry
With raining tears and a heavy sigh
I lie and promise this is not goodbye
© Delia Ross. 2019
I wish I didn’t know what it is that I know
I’d stop myself from going down a path I never grow
Then I’d never sneer when I see an old photo
I’d never ever wonder who I’d be without the woe
I wish I didn’t know what it is that I know
I’d stop myself from packing all of this emotional cargo
I seem to carry it with me no matter where it is I go
I’d gladly give it to you but there’s no place left to stow
© Delia Ross. 2019
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
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
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 dare not think you understand,
Whom stand united, hand in hand?
One by one, or two by two,
These elements can get to you…
© Delia Ross. 2010
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
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