Daze

I miss coming up for air (a freestyle)

June 28, 2020 2

Dead

I identify as dead

December 17, 2019 0

Red Wine And Regrets

Thanksgiving slightly drunken freestyle

November 28, 2019 0

Confession

Confessional

November 23, 2019 9

Fragments

Fragments of him

October 13, 2019 0

Steel

Regrets and sorrow

October 12, 2019 8

Hope Nope

Hope is a dead star

October 10, 2019 0

Wanton

People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.

October 1, 2019 0

Apophis

The end of times is upon us and I'm over the bullshit

September 27, 2019 7

Prozac

Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things

September 18, 2019 0

Homeless

Where do I put the love?

July 24, 2019 0

Last Rites

A poem about love & loss & loving again. Love hurts...

February 6, 2019 3

Epitaph

And there upon my epitaph shall say, "died in the womb", for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb. © Delia Ross. 2019

January 31, 2019 0

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