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did u shop there?

didn’t you tell me you shopped at TJ MAXX?

DIDN’T YOU?

or was it a similar store?

PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW

cuz i seem to remember a convo? and i complained about the prices of ROSS?

so he just left a bag out in the open huh?

and it took that many cops to find it?

two or three days later?

and you just rode a bike and bus out the city?

swore that is where u said u shopped

HOW INVOLVED ARE YOU WITH THIS STORY

do u secretly want the shoe to fit?

*and disclaimer to any newcomer*

it’s not real life, these thoughts

i just like to put myself in places i don’t belong

they call it living vicariously or something

which is better than dying

and even when you are dying

surprise you dream!

“your mind makes it real”

weren’t we on a video call?

when you disclosed that little detail?

dressed in all black

i’m like why do you always call at my worse

the day before i had makeup and pigtails

these days i have no hair

*stress*

and im starting that thing again

don’t say GROSS

or i will hunt u down and Lorena bobbit u for funz

i remember me and my daughter laughed about it so hard

when i told her about that case

she did not believe me

“cut it off, tossed it out the window in a field, he had it sewed back on and got into porn”

the way i showed her the youtube and we couldn’t breathe

kinda like that one time i gave her a shopping list and some money and added a whatchamaycallit

i was like I KNOW THEY HAVE THEM

and by golly she came home with one

lol

i think a payday too

were you alive for the cig candy?

gen x had cig candy

mints that looked like the things are parents smoked

conditioning

eventually they removed them from the shelves

we still mad about it

do u know who the CEO was?

do u also have a crush on the killer?

jesus would love him

i don’t know why people unfollowing me on tiktok for saying i love him?

i do?

(heard they started to remove photos of the killer and the ceo’s still alive too)

*laughs*

someone commented on an official news source video that they wanted him to get them pregnant NOW

lol

the only snitch wanting that reward is the cabby

and his crew

so keep your head low neo

they are using advanced AI and the fbi are hungry

xoxo

p.s. im not really in-love with a killer lol

u aint gotta block me 😐

isn’t he more like a vigilante hero?

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Alone

Slowly deleting every app from my phone
The ad personalization has been dezoned
Buried in the earth somewhere my bone
The only destination left is alone

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Kind of, sort of, falling into oblivion

And making it hard for even God to find me 👀

How will Big Bro track me, if I go underground?

How can people silence me if I never make a sound? 👀

Gonna teach y’all how ghosting really works 👀

Living in my car soon 👀

Good luck finding me 👀

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Walking

I’m walking into landmines
Tiptoeing over his lines
Misreading every sign
Watching existence decline

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

No matter what step I take, it’s always the wrong one.

I never had a proper upbringing, I guess I won’t have a fucking honorable death either will I?

I’d be lucky to have 7 people attend my funeral (like dear Edgar A. Poe) and I guarantee 5 of em’ will be my enemies there to celebrate my death and piss on me.

It’s a good thing I’m going to fucking drown myself in the sea.

Problem solved. And 1 mysterious death in bound.

Checkmate.

This time, I AM GHOSTING YOU.

Scouting an old cemetery in Florida yesterday
Went exploring an old cemetery yesterday in an attempt to do an upcoming cosplay shoot. It took my dad dying for me to learn that not everybody gets a tomb or a grave. 👍

I’m going through some heavy shit right now (alone and during a pandemic) so if you’re out there punishing me… 👎👎

It’s not even called a cemetery, it’s called a mount (a hill). I walked up that mount yesterday looking at tombs that have been destroyed with time and hurricanes, some abandoned and others well kept.

I don’t know why I assumed that everyone got a tomb when they died, but they don’t. Ash become many in the wind.

I still have a lot to learn about death. Realizing my dad wasn’t going to get a tomb after how he died was a big fucking light bulb.

My dad had been dead for days before he was found and you don’t know what that sort of information does to a human being.

And then reading how Edgar Allan Poe’s families just tossed him in an unmarked grave in a fucking box ho ho ho.

So life sucks. Dying sucks. And death sucks too.

When I was a kid me and my grandmother would travel around and visit different cemeteries and look at the tombs, seeing entire famalies buried on the same day, and imaging how they must have died. Sometimes she would catch me in the hole of where someone had been buried but was moved due to racism and segregation which still occurs in Mississippi. She thought it weird but I liked the smell. I still like to wander cemeteries though, reading the tombs and visiting the dead.

But it seems being buried is for the rich. And eventually Earth isn’t even going to exist. It does my mind in.

You’re a slave, Neo.

I don’t have anybody to love me while I’m alive so why can I assume that there will be anybody to love me when I’m dead…

I don’t know if I can endure another X amount of years of existence being invisible or soley alive to pay bills and be nothing more than a toy or sex object.

Depression awareness. I’m not okay.

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Existence

I exist somewhere between now and never
Just a fragment of time
A handshake, a moment, or lie

Your cold breath on my shoulder
While heaven was written with your eyes
And hope was seized by your rhyme

I come into existence as quickly as I am erased
Time is fleeting
I’ve been replaced

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My third eye is open
I make my own luck. I don’t need your love.
I make my own luck. I make my own love.

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Occlude

Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?

Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?

©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

This poem was sitting in my drafts (along with many others) I had forgotten I’d written…

Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).

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Wish

I go from flatline
To hips shaking engorging my mind
He is insanely fine
Light-speeds of love climbing my spine
Images burning between time
All hell then divine
Wish I could call him mine

© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t want to feel things
FrownGarden
Crazy obsessed. Need a rubber room. Or maybe just some love? Attention? Be seen!?! But, I’m not thick and he doesn’t know I exist. Just like she doesn’t know or care that he exists. But she gets all his attention. I CAN’T compete with porn. I wasn’t born with that kind of body. I’m not working out 24/7 just to enhance my ass or training my butthole with a plug so it could take four dicks in it so he’s not interested in me at all. My body / existence does nothing for him. I’m not enough. Never was enough for mankind. Tired of breathing. So lonely. Unloved. He doesn’t care or see me. Invisible. 😭😭😭

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Binary Code

All I am is zeroes and ones. Hung up by rope with every mistake that I’ve done. Counting the ones and zeroes as all sum. God life ain’t fun.

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

Ones and zeroes only / that’s how you own me

Opened up my eyes, had a follow request, saw a post on binary code, and wallah. Poem. I apparently still love him in between the endless BLOCKING and UNBLOCKING that I do. I’m sorrys! 😭

I’m dying for his touch. Don’t even really know who he is, I just know he’s my entire fucking world and existence.

And I need him so much my mind will turn complete strangers into him.

Just because I can’t see him doesn’t mean he’s not around.

Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m not being followed.

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

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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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Sterile

You are an ocean sterile of courage
The damage you forage
Using me to build your forest
All my love stowed in your storage
You’re now a florist
An apparition or permanent tourist
Loving you will make one poorest
Overgrown but rarely nourished
Your cold hand is never furnished

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Love Me Naught

Got my finger on the block
I guess it’s better than my Glock
I know you watch me like a hawk
And then you turn around and mock

I know I’m always in your thought
I’m not quite the sinner you sought
I’m the girl you never caught
And you say you love me naught

Gonna block him again. Why not. That way, I can ignore his existence too. Eye for an eye.

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Jealousy

Watching your love of others is feeling black holes collide
And though I brush off jealousy my heart is gaping wide
Fantasy a haunted garden where dreams are cyanide
And watching you adoring her a spear into my side

Many you need but I only breathe for one
And love you I may I’ll always be on the run
The weight of the shame and remorse for all I have done
Mistakes I have made but none that should permanently shun

It’s like you are a mountain crumbling down on me
Harsh is your punishment and I’m having trouble breathing
And call out I may but silence is loudly ringing
Daily reminders I’m not what you’re needing

© Delia Ross. 2020

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A Graveyard For

For my sadness there is no limit
I am invisible to the wicked
And doomed to love him every minute
But why I cherish him I’m afflicted

My every breath feels like a wake
Mere passages of doom
Where every hour I feel the ache
Of his love that is my tomb

Every step more heavy than the last
And his desire a chain tied to my breath
But what it takes I dare to ask
For my eyes only see that he brings death

Killing me with silence
And killing between the lines
Punishment for non-compliance
A graveyard for these rhymes

© Delia Ross. 2020

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How To Stop Loving You

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. 😚😙😘

MOOD

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Invisibility

I look for him in places he won’t be
I’m not perfect like she
I’m not anything
Alive for humility
So tired of suffering
In cloaks of invisibility
Why does he torture me
He loves her infinitely
I am nobody
No one worth to see
I am dying

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wonder if he stopped buying her things if he’d still be seen…

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Diaphanous

Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
And love is translucent but now growing stale
Maybe his kiss is the all holy grail
But if I am seen it is too hard to tell

Maybe I’ll always crumble and fail
Maybe I’ll always be hung by his nail
Maybe the truth is just written in braille
Or maybe I died and so living in hell

© Delia Ross. 2020

Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet and that poetry is my first love. I’ve been writing since I was a little girl.
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His Kingdom

I once could feast on him but only from afar
There are continents that separate our hope
His smooth head has been polished by time
I long to run my fingers over his kingdom
But my feet are not wanted on his land
That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love
The moon perched on fantasy
His poems are auras in my soul
God made it so
The storms he brew in me
Where will the rain fall now?
Who will wash your feet?
The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me
An outcast for mercy
Forgiveness I cried
Gullibility my only ally
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Not since he banished hope
All welcome but you need not apply
You’re not worth my time
The moment I died

My halls are haunted now
By dreams that never came
And all the things we could have done
Are all that do remain

© Delia Ross. 2020

His poems are auras in my soul

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Corridors

What are dreams but avenues of despair
Dark corridors where he’ll gladly meet you there
But me no he doesn’t care
He won’t meet me anywhere

What are his lies but sugar for my screams
A place where nothing dreams
Where fears are window screens
And cries his favorite things

What are words but bullets for his gun
A web where lies are spun
A hole where I am none –
And he broke my heart just for fun

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Clouds

Where am I to go when your words are a maze
They lead to heaven and purgatory
Why do you leave pieces of your heart like breadcrumbs for me to find
Did you mean to hold me in contempt
The way starlight holds in my love for you
I die over and over here
What do you do with the pieces that break off me while carrying you
A casualty of two
You say you want me gone but won’t let me leave
I’ve climbed every inch of these walls
Blood holds them up now
Coagulated and full of tears
I almost saw the sun disappear forever
But now confusion fills these halls
I would die a thousand ways for you
And have
Sometimes my clouds block the view
Oh, and I’m calling too
“Over here, over here, see”
But too many clouds wouldn’t let you do
You stay so far from reach like the moon
Getting close, getting closer, gone
We live in the same galaxy
But my escape velocity is you
I nearly escaped but like an eclipse you appeared
I can hear the trumpets bellow
Or maybe my heart pounding under the mass of you
Waking me from the nightmares you haunt
I scream and hear endless echoes
“Please just let me die”
And die I do only to be born again crying
“Please just let me die”
I don’t know what’s dream or reality anymore
But can hell be any more real than now?
You stripped me of my wings
You plucked me of my feathers
You tell me I’m no good
You say I’m broken anyhow
Then kick me while I’m down
You grab me by the throat
Drag me up with your claws in my vein
You say I stench of love
And spit in my face
You scold me and tell me there’s nothing to love here
So I believe you and stop loving myself
Please just let me die…

© Delia Ross. 2020

I would follow you unto the ends of hell and do, but I can turn around too.

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Haunting

Are you around in secret
Haunting me out of sequence
For love there is no treatment
And pain I seem to keep it
For you are my weakness

My heart you just keep squeezing
Haunting me throughout the seasons
Though my heart is always freezing
And why I love you there’s so many reasons
I can’t fight the endless feelings
My heart is yours for treason

© Delia Ross. 2020

I feel like I’ve loved you a lifetime and yet a lifetime is still not long enough to love you.

Love in a time of quarantine
Could go on loving you forevers. Forever yours.
If only forever wasn’t so far away. And you.

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The Great Divide

It’s running deeper in my vein
I’m constantly crying your name
I wonder if you do the same
This feeling I cannot explain

It’s deeper than any ocean
I’m drowning on every emotion
It’s like my soul for you was woven
I’ll never escape this devotion

Isolated in ruin
My hand is always losing
This pain has no undoing
I wish you could see I’m just human

I call it the great divide
This love I cannot define
A story I cannot rewrite
I feel like I may not survive

© Delia Ross. 2020

Petite little thang. Big heart.

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Loveless

Tell me, how many do you love?
Is it one, is it two, or maybe 12 from above?
Tell me, who do you spend your time thinking of?
Is it Sue, is it Penny, do I ever occur?
Tell me, am I ever her?
Is there anything about me that might make you stir?

© Delia Ross. 2020

He digs any gal with panties around their ankles. Which isn’t me. No, I’m not worth noticing at all because I’M NOT NAKED or age 13. He also needs a constant supply of “yes” people. He doesn’t live in reality. He’s delusional. And his entire life is literally centered around his cock. Every move. How will his cock get off? That’s it, that’s all he’s good for. Cumming. And not one baby… He’s basically the scum of the universe and I’m moving into the “I hate him” phase. Hey, this is HIS BED, NOT MINE. He can run and hide under another blog but he needs a spaceship to the nearest black hole. GET IN THE SEA NOW, TAKE ALL YOUR BROWN NOSES WITH YOU.

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First Place

I’d rather claw out my eyes than look him in the face
And when it comes to heartache, I’d give him a taste
If he were the last man on Earth, I’d disappear without a trace
But when it comes to suffering, I’m still in first place

I’d cut out his tongue and replace his black mask
I’d point him to sorrow and long may he bask
Where demons grow hollow where angels come last
And forgiveness is something he never will ask

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Numb

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

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Red Flags

I warned you, didn’t I?
I pointed out the red flags
But oh you still believe in words
Where mouths will always lie

You think I am crazy?
Truth is my only mask
Though you see it as trash
I wear integrity as we all cry

I warned you of this guy
But still you open wide
You stay by his side
When you know deep down he is mine

Stones like troops berating
Maybe queen was only saving
You from injury
That will keep you aching

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Warnings

When warnings go unheard
When she gets what she deserved
Where tears flow unfurled
An angel with wings now curled

Where silence pours in the crack
With eyes not looking back
Where eyes now appear black
And the love is what they lack

When they mock her only truth
And he swallows at her youth
And there’s never arms to soothe
When you give up way too soon

When darkness is the only light
Where the tongue has no blight
When there’s something quite not right
So you disappear into the night

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Barely Coping

Forward calls, voicemail full
Store away the wings, ride the bull
Expose the mask, clean the wool
Give sheeple a tug, see if heart can pull

Cotton balls or iron spoons
Pay for love through blackened rooms
Seen as gain but more cartoons
Heard them crying over popped balloons

Walk away again, bury my hope
You gave him love, he gave you rope
Sinful tongue must clean with soap
Life just means I cannot cope

Sunday here, someday gone
Won’t even bother writing a Dear John…
Might stick around and watch his dawn
But he took me down like a baby fawn

He set the bar low but it is nonexistent
Perhaps it is there and I only missed it
If it’s a girl with missing panties, he will crawl persistent
If it’s an angel with a heartbeat, he will keep his distance

© Delia Ross. 2019

“Still looking for someone
Who was around
Barely coping
Now I hate myself
Wish I’d die” (-)

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Rhyme and Curses

Searched inside the churches
But also in the trees
While riding inside hearses
And boats lost out on sea

Searched through rhyme and curses
And houses where they tease
I went through many purses
Trying to find his key

I even made a purchase
Thinking love ain’t free
And on and on these searches
Always came up empty

I built a house for worship
Envisioned to be seen
In hell I found him furthest
And he did not want me

© Delia Ross. 2019

Searching for a bridge to currently jump off

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Never

Always pain but never pleasure
The misery goes without measure
Found his love like a buried treasure
If I were to hate him, it would be never

Underneath that makeup her life is a wreck
I watch her dance with a noose tied around his neck
It seems he’s in a hurry to bounce her check
And if I’m ever seen, I must look a tiny speck

Does he know I’m different from other girls
I’ve never even owned a set of pearls
Where is the direction his love unfurls
Put me underneath him where my spirit swirls

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Stones of Regret

Underneath the stones of regret peace is found
Though the tether is outstretched it is still bound
The weather grew punishing and so too his frown
But my love for him keeps circling around

And I try my hardest to stand
But this depression keeps showing its ugly hand
And I’m trying to fly but in his heart I just crash-land
And it breaks my heart I did it again

So with my broken will I isolate the curse
But without him I am ever growing worse
And if I could I would put time in reverse
Love would be the only tether we would traverse

I pushed away the only thing that ever mattered
And when he left my soul completely shattered
And now there’s nothing, not even a word
And his silence is the loudest sound I have ever heard

© Delia Ross. 2019

I never wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry.

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Exiled (Again)

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)

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Fingertips

Fingertips on black ink
Hands and mind never in sync

Fingertips keep chasing blood
Again it might as well be mud

Fingertips as cold as ice
The pits of hell from where she writes

Fingertips don’t play that nice
She leaves a trail for where she cites

Fingertips could warm my face
Instead they spray my eyes with mace

Fingertips that own the place
But he was gone without a trace

Fingertips that write the lies
And only one who really tries

Fingertips could save the day
Instead they chose to walk away

Fingertips in black ink
Wishing you were here with me

Fingertips under her sheet
Wondering why it’s never me

If fingertips could only speak
What sort of words would they leak

This absence that you’ve given me
Leaves me feeling incomplete

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Homeless

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

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Fog

Here comes the dark
Creeping like a serpent
Like a thick, dark fog
It twists as a vine in my heart

She trades sex for love
He follows the current
Laps it like a dog
Ignoring my love above

She visits his dock
Sees behind the curtain
And I a slave or dove
Without a tongue to talk

Here, there, everywhere
She is lurking
Like a black smog
And I an angel without prayer

Eyes that burn with what it sees
Hands that never stop yearning
Tongues reciting the wrong epilogue
One soul left crying on her knees

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Death

I just sort of died.
Nothing more to be said.
No inspiration coming through.
No motivation going out.
Silence. Isolation. Despair.
Gasping for an inch of life.
A real connection.
Anything other than stars to make it better.
More than planets.
Give me wonder on Earth.
In man.
Make me believe I matter again.
Finding the best of the worst.
In any cup.
Empty. Depleted. Agony.
I don’t want T.V.
I don’t want sunshine.
I just want the one thing that I’ll never have.
Love.
Care.
Help.
Concern.
I exist as a slave to the system only.
One I fought and protected.
Some can’t handle the truth.
I keep discovering more.
Must retreat.
Must nurture the dark now.
Feast on it.
Feel things inside me die.
Like hope.
Dreams.
Reason.
More pain now.
To cover the broken spots.
More calluses forming.
More soul bleeding.
Leaking into nothingness.
Becoming one with it.
Acceptance.
I am nothing.
I am no more.
But something new dying.
Which results in me crying.
I don’t even try.
The warmth on my cheek is soothing.
Let it thaw you.
All things die.
Fertilizer for regrowth.
Play in the ashes.
Taste the salt.
Rub it on a wound.
More coming soon.
More death. More dying.
Starving.
For anything.
A touch.
Yes.
Importance.
Maybe.
Invisibility.
Reality.
I don’t want food.
I need a kiss.
A hug.
A worth.
I own the night.
This is my playground.
Lu offers refuge.
Massaging my despair.
Wanting to nest my soul.
Come on sweetheart.
I’ll pull out the red carpet.
Don’t worry about the blood.
It too will pass.
I’ll walk beside you in this land.
Would you like a hand?
Another bargain perhaps?
Apophis is coming.
One decade left.
What is it worth?
Everything hurts.
He’s right, again.
Cunning and always right.
A white hole now black.
More night.
Can’t see color in the dark.
One final place for my thoughts.
They congregate in my halls.
I want them to fuck off.
They will.
As they are killed.
I slaughter and murder them.
So I can’t feel.
I can see everything clearly now.
And that too hurts.
Make me blind.
I never want to see again.

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Haunting

Baby, why do you hide?
Is there room for me inside?

Baby, why have you run?
Is it something that I’ve done?

Baby, why did you go?
Am I someone you don’t want to know?

Baby, why are we hurting?
Do you feel we’re not worth it?

Baby, why do you fear?
Everything we wanted is finally here.

Baby, I didn’t mean to push you away
Please tell me you’re coming back someday?

Baby, why do you haunt me like a ghost?
When I’m the person who misses you most

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Debris

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


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Invisibility

Both of us lost what neither could win
Choosing to struggle over complying
But I guess you know best, why else were you spying
Maybe after her you simply gave up ever trying
Some may live close but they aren’t as gratifying
The effects won’t last long, about as quick as when you’re flying
You know I’m always right, there’s never need for clarifying
In these words I fight because you’re so electrifying
I need for you tonight to realize that I’m dying
To die never loved it sounds so very terrifying
I’m leaving this for you it’s why I’m always writing
You already live a beautiful life, it’s why I’m never prying
It’s a bit unfair, I’m invisible, you’ll never catch me crying

© Delia Ross. 2019