He doesn’t like where he’s at
He’s hung up on where he’d rather be
Climbing mountains
Making love by the sea
He’s staring in the mirror
Retracing what he needs
Shackled in the now
He lacks faith on where to flee
The sky, the stars
He’s writing in his dreams
Upon awakening, he’s convinced Were made for me
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(p∞)
Your words
Sink 36,000 feet below
Where I bestow
Feathers from your mantel
Flowers for your candle
A simple “hello”
There was a time
I trip-mined
Over our demise
Trenches filled with water
Worries fell to slaughter
But you were still mine
Like golden arrows
Muskets for the scarecrows
Love found in the narrows
I wonder how deep we go?
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~Been writing lines since 1989~
Did you know I read sign language
Even the moon spells Chris
It’s half-crescent
Like him
He’s half-present
Maybe it’s Christmas
The way you kiss?
Removed the space between the hiss
Laid down your blade
And took my fist
Maybe you’re the silence
On my blank list
Where none can follow
Your name won’t fit?
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Blushing
P.S. found a screenshot of your number I blocked
So I took another screenshot?
You only call me every decade
You stand with shovel or maybe a spade
Confessing sins like something you’ve paid
Disappear into sunset from wither you came
But love is stronger never decayed
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I wrote an alternate version on my TikTok. But this is the original draft.
(p∞)
STOP CALLING ME A SIR
STOP CALLING ME A SIR
STOP CALLING ME A SIR
STOP CALLING ME… A SIR
P.S. i have something lying dormant in me. Only it ain’t very dormant. And it’s a lot like cancer.
I don’t have an official diagnosis (you don’t normally get those until you’re stage 4) (I hope you can “hear” my sarcasm over my shame).
52 kilos today.
Like 114.
Still got some teeth and hair. No tiddies. Too tired to put on makeup. I guess that gives people the right to call me a fucking sir.
I LITERALLY FUCKING DARE YOU
SAY MOTHERFUCKER ONE MO TIME
No amount of misgendering me is gonna make me get plastic surgery or botox.
I can’t wait to scare you with my wrinkles.
I wanna live so long that one look at me makes you rethink your entire existence.
Like “what the hell is that” cuz I frequently say it when I look in the mirror at my thinning hair (from the stress or cancer which may or may not be in my control)
I have about 10% of energy at any given time and makeup just isn’t on my to-do-list. But it’s always on my mind. I would even like to try wearing cute wigs.
But I don’t need to attract any more drones overhead.
If I look like I’m dying it’s probably because I am (not in remission yet)
Still fighting for my life 🙂
Now might be a good time to call.
Don’t wait another decade
P.S.S. How does one get a burner phone not connected to oneself? Asking for a friend.
You stayed? 🙂 I don’t have any good photos right now.
I’ve been unpacking.
STOP CALLING ME A SIR CUZ I AM A PLAIN JANE WITH TINY TIDDIES
I never grew up and it drives HIM insane
I fell out of my bed and got bruised but this doesn’t show the magnitude
Had I been older: “how did she go?” “Fell down”
Told my daughter I need bedrails and to be treated like a child
My shoulder and ankle is a champ for taking the direct impact instead of my head – or hitting in such a way it stops your heart (I already have a heart injury so it was a challenging fall).
This photo was days after the event, at least a week
And my entire shoulder blade turned black and blue.
My head did hit the floor.
My ankle jarred into the metal bed rail and nearly broke
It swelled for three hours and then swelled some more
It wasn’t even 6 AM and I laid on the floor for at least five minutes moaning before I even attempted to get up
Getting older is like becoming a baby again
I NEVER WANNA FALL OUT OF MY BED EVER AGAIN
But had my head been the first thing to hit or the side of my shoulder instead of back – I don’t think my heart would like that
So I spread eagle to slow my fall hoping to grab something – and literally everything on the shelves next to the bed started coming down
INCLUDING A SNOW GLOBE
Which miraculously did not fall on my head
Or break
There’s some tender deep down in there near my ankle bone – but I can finally twist her and twirl and not shit myself
Couldn’t even lean on it on the couch
Ankle and shoulder did good
Saved my life this time
And my bed be high up
No carpet or rug below
Woke up, foggy and disoriented, and went to shift and lean back, thinking I was gonna lay back on my pillow, but instead gravity grabbed me
My life flashed, I spread eagle, and I’m still recovering
And need to baby proof my home
And I had to go to the dentist (I gotta go again)
I forget what we were talking about but he mentioned something about “old” and I said “well what do you consider old” and he said “30” but he didn’t think that I was older than that and none of them ever do
I was driving one day and I let the sun just burn my fucking face and I have this sunspot now
I’m suicidal
The sun imprinted on me
Hell, all I gotta do is dash out to my car and like FRECKLES GALORE
I burn – I don’t tan
Normally, I do things to stop or prevent the burning, but not that day 
Sometimes I stare at it too (prob don’t rec)
I’m not the brightest crayon in the box and I’ve often wondered why God made me so dumb
I love the feeling when the light goes off (or comes on)
Like when you finally get it
“Oh”
But I’m the kind of person that you have to explain something to in a different way, not by just repeating the same sentence over and over again or saying it louder
Sometimes I can’t hear and I’ll do a “huh” and they’ll give me the definition instead
Cuz they think I’m dumb
One time I gave the drive-thru employee “too much money” cuz I wanted a ten back – and no change – and it took him a good minute to figure out what was happening
Turns out I wasn’t dumb or scamming him
I was actually making his job easier
But now they’re getting rid of cash
And I still sort my bills all the same
I just counted up my piggy bank
I had been stuffing that bitch
Folded up 20, 10s, and 5s. And silver and single dollars too.
Dirty copper yass
But now I gotta roll it
The coins
I WANNA DO IT MYSELF
But the drones….
There is no edge
Billions of miles instead
Whispers of secrets said
Where is our prologue
I’m agog to love
There’s been a backlog
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I will always be a cub 😌
time races in intervals
you’re into her
it burns like midnight sun
my lesson learned
did you know we live in purgatory
on a map i think i found your worry
and i list it first your secrets buried
but i’ve forgotten where i put your story
like drowning in a carpark
where all the lights are flashing but it’s stark
and we’re looking for an exit
as future ghost we’re feeling desperate
~
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the ole blog has over 100,000 miles on her, thanks to you…
i know i can’t take your words to heaven with me but i would try…
i still can’t get over how John Jones died or how his question nearly made me solve first world problems – or at least connect the two
but i still live between worlds where his soul leaped into mine
(but at least you don’t get mad about it)
my dad let a tree grow through his tour bus
i want to hang onto my ride in such a way
today i drove her to Dread Boys and they quoted me nearly 500 to replace a battery?
so i got right back in and said “welp please get me back home…”
and she fucking did…
and i guess im either going to an auto zone or learning to install a new battery myself?
not to mention the guy running the front desk took a bathroom break in the middle of a transaction? and it sounded disgusting so ill never return
the mobile mechanic i called isnt very mobile currently – i dunno how i feel about paying for his cab..
at least the postscript is somewhat interesting?
i keep thinking i need to get the fuck outta florida – then i remember bama is 45 minutes away – and like it feels a lot like hope on the horizon
it feels so near i could walk
bike
run
i just keep telling my girl to hold on
no one can be trusted
kinda housebound til i sort the sorts
i aint paying $500 to replace a battery
the Boomers can get FOOKED
need some land
need to figure out where i want to be
it aint here…
i drank coffee
CHATTY
and jittery
i dont think that is good for my heart
like it triggers my anxiety?
i mean i just act more nervous than usual
tachycardia
adrenaline spikes
so prob gotta give it up
the coffee…
better not to ask me out on a first date over coffee
fucking disaster
and i love coffee!!!!!
people are mad that trump won and are threatening violence
i did not vote – therefore i have no opinion over politics for the foreseeable future as i am exiting the matrix – kinda lost – but this is what PROTESTING A SYSTEM I DO NOT COMPLY WITH LOOKS LIKE
go change some more policies to support your nihilism and leave me alone m’kay
there were 33 million who opted to NOT VOTE for the antichrist
i thought i was the only one
but there’s a whole lot of us out there
wonder how many are gen x
you know of one
*hi*
i tried joining the Army to make a difference
i tried getting an education
i tried being a medic
i tried on society and never have once liked it
im never voting again
EVER. AGAIN.
i literally fought for freedom of speech and it was taken from me
and you want me to vote? go back to sleep…
(people in the system fighting for the system)
(but i want out)
(i wont participate)
(i dont wanna support anything in society)
(society is satanic)
(im going thru a spiritual cleansing)
(please dont exterminate me like you did p’nut & fred)
(and the squirrel out here i never found his head)
ripped off and not even a trail of blood
just his body
i have nightmares and ptsd
it is why i deleted my wildlife page
not risking Ali or any others getting hurt simply because they make me happy and demons live out here
have u seen the film Constantine?
top 5 fav for sure
i mean it once was
the me in this timeline which i jumped into during a lightning storm going 80 miles an hour…
she ain’t me but she is but she ain’t
not sure how im able to switch roles as myself but if the multiverse is real and we never really die
or we create our own reality
im not sure why i would wanna come back here
but there were thousands of hands of radiation and one of them touched me
it was so loud the entire town shook from the thunder
im not exaggerating! my ears are still ringing!
*kiss kiss on the cheek darling
but my tears are like acid…
46,000 visitors huh
and over 1100 stayed
neener neener
we’re like a frozen planet
where everything is lying dormant
if only we knew who done it
how the mountains hold potential
or how you’ve written me with pencil
when the whole world was standing
where i would remain invincible
now they say we are a failed star
but i kinda like the way we are
like we’re near but we’re really far…
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everything you do
like paving roads for two
an I Love You impromptu
golden is the hue
you could show up in a mask
you know i would never ask
about the forecast
when it’s raining everlast
∞
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one day there’s going to be a Great Battle
we may not be here to see it but the monsters will go down
we just have to be a ghost in the machine
never tell them your next move
the whole world could off itself and there would be only us and i’d drop my sword
so i failed the game?
went after the devil’s head but caved?
“i love you too much”
“to condemn you”
“for all eternity”
I choose love
*arrives to heaven*
ask first question: “i get a plus one?”
*mumbles* kinda brought the Devil back…
*tosses head and heart at Heaven’s door*
HEAVEN’S DOOR would make a great bar name – one of them you need to know a code word and pay an annual fee to enter
lined with red velvet walls and seats
wooden seating with carvings
a poetry corner
a coffee bar
i’m just thinking out loud
i still want my neighbor to marry me and fill all the holes inside
i’ll never read another word
i’m tired of all the his or hers
tied between the knots of all the lines and blurs
foaming from the mouth releasing lies and slurs
like lying as a profession
disappearing act a confession
i’ve been hanging on the question
but the answer keeps me guessing
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people want matching sinks and I just want good health and matching blogs 
i loved him in a flash
in mysterious moonlit mornings
where chaos and order clash
like opening doors when your blood is coursing
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postscript: it’s kinda incomplete but i like to post things before i’m dead
so it comes with curses and misspellings and everything instead
i like to share my ideas immediately so he can steal them and do something better with them
cuz i am him (and him and him and i wonder how many can fill up the “i love” list instead of “i hate”)
i’m capable of imprinting on the right man
we may not get “lifelong” together, but we can get the shit end of the deal
as long as we sleep in the same bedroom
and maybe i could get some sleep if i had a husband
shame i’m dying…
(yes some people take a long time to die and some go into remission. i need the new stronger meds increased)
this is me today this instance (see below)
i’m tired, i’m worn out, i need to shave/wax everything
i want to cut ALL MY HAIR OFF and start over
so be prepared for the ‘short look’ so i can grow out some healthy strands
p.s.s. still sleeping on the floor. hard to shell out $600+ for a bed i will hate
were you crowned with favor
lined with rose shaped paper
billions of stars yet eternal darkness
gardens of gold for the harvest
walk over fields of dead nettle
festival bowl filled with petal
are you responsible for the heavens receding
like when you and i were meeting?
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found your name nestled near my heart
not out of the neck of the woods
yet…
you said under woven stars
mixed with metaphors and scars
you wouldn’t be far –
but i’d never ever reach you
heaven is beneath you
like a glass jar mixed with marbles and gold bars
you see everything that i do
upside down entangled view
dolls and stars now old guards
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postscript?
my return has been sent!
didn’t cost you a cent!
i dunno why. been wanting to do same word rhyme – same word but not…
he is trying to make it to 13 but some days i’m not sure he’ll make it through the day
i love you more than all the heavens combined
we move like the wind
but hell won’t change my mind
like crossing roads
we’re entwined?
entanglement?
weren’t you heaven sent?
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i remember when i could just copy/paste and now i press and hold and maybe it’ll work after two or three tries
tired of running around chasing my tail while the art of china destroys/builds everything
also me: “there is someone, i just haven’t met them yet…”
*cries on busy public street broad daylight*
they don’t make movies like they once did.
or they do find each other, just TOO LATE
*sadface*
would let him “assist me” to the other side
i hope getting a house with a garden will give me a life worth living
or at least a unit without any crime, cockroaches or mold
i know i’m asking for a lot, since the boomers and gen y have it all
he now resides in the one i call home
he becomes everything i claim as my own
he teaches me – in soft subtleties – new pathways
we are – each others – last thought for the century
clinging from the vine, the feeling of infinity – like drinking poisoned wine – but blaming the divinity
our love has stood the test of time?
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is this what you want? (the poem?)
the doc is late…
vip jacksonville
gotta get a hug
just been thinking how long it has been since i got a hug
from anyone
Florida birthday month
gotta get on dat
wait
where is Hollywood FL
(about 4 hours away)
Jacksonville is a hopscotch jump away
plus i did vip there before (not same venue)
i don’t know where i will be living come August
i was hoping it would be far from here
so tricky slow getting packages
but i am tied to a lease (i can break)
i could get the vip
and secure the hug
(i don’t need to pay Gavin for hugs. the man will literally stop soundcheck and exit the stage to come say hi to me – the band hates it)
he prob thought i died
i bet he’d like to see a ghost?
i mean familiar face?
do you think he will remember me?
p.s. i mean, the music does make me feel alive (and there’s very little art that i am still attached to)
i don’t know if i can handle a gig – let alone one TWO hours away
and candlebox is gonna be there
i met kevin ages ago
he still follows me on Insta
it would be nice to stop dying long enough to live
fbi put out a “migrant terrorism” warning lol
but remember the Boomer propaganda “if they come here they are on our side”
“they swing for us”
lol
also that EA BLM who only hires BLM workers to create a “safe environment”
oh honey, i’m not the threat
WILL IT BE FREE OF HOA’s and MOLD
i kinda ghosted my team cuz overwhelmed (sick and dying)
robot on mars
too many doors
short circuiting
im crying and praying to God “help me”
and they’re like “just pick a door, any door!”?
and im all “lost in hell, no direction”
and realtor is like “anywhere in Florida”
so maybe i need to get a map
i just know the cop said “not Daytona” “all of Daytona is bad” “not enough cops”
and the gangs here wanna shoot me
according to the shit they have the audacity to mouth
like don’t you know who the fuck i am?
cuz i don’t…
wait, how did we go from therapeutic bush hugs to i don’t know if i’ll be alive to make it
this iphone puts out more radiation than i like
france banned the iphone 12
this model is likely identical
im on it very little and it hurts my hand
my heart hates devices
it’s a fucking weapon owned by China
uggg sword of envy
maybe poetry coming, maybe poetry not
i have very little worth here
no point
does he hold me hostage in his mind?
is that why i cannot escape his presence in my living dream?
he has touched me in places i have never seen
majestic sunrises with his hands wrapped around my thighs
he turns my low to highs
the devil lives three doors down
i got his number
unholy ghost in town
and i still can’t slumber
is that you
shining light in my path
just a crush?
you spin the earth
like heaven
i can feel the rush
but time ain’t changing near you
my cheeks turn rosy
got a royal flush?
you must be the warmest place in the solar system
you must be a taste of the life i am missing
i walk around a zombie hissing
but in my dreams we’re kissing
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got a reason to live, even if delusional and not in sync with reality
but i’ve been dying – and you likely won’t find that in my file folder – but i have also been praying, that i could just “see” my soulmate “one time”
and i only got a minute before everything went blurry – but time stood still
i think i might have loved him instantly
i think i may love him now
everything is so fucked up
it was like my life was flashing before my eyes – and now my dreams are everything i’ve lost
and have you seen me? no many would ever find value in me.
still. i have never had any man look at me or touch me or move me the way he does – both in dream or reality.
the man could have been frightened but im dreaming of making babies with him
i have zero worth im aware
but we can’t help who we love, right?
he gives me the most beautiful dreams
God said alright you got a minute
i really hope he’s happy
whatever life he has chose to live
do we collide in each others dreams? cuz they feel real
plot twist: patient falls in love with doctor
oh well
i sometimes think of george
the way clouds appear large and exciting
bringing redemption in the air
i sometimes see george like jesus
or maybe he put him there
he took my breath away and replaced it with new lungs
i can’t explain how time paused
the way him and I would stare
how unfair; people come into our lives only to move mountains and disappear
sometimes god feels everywhere
which makes moral decay a plant growing in the moonlight
i can feel ego slip into non-existence
but not despair
it’s a falsity to say he won’t hold your hand in hell
i’ve barred my door shut and clawed the walls with no entry marks
“none who may enter is trusted including self”
mirrors hold energy like portals to regrets
i told him “i don’t want to die” while pulling out my hair
“all i see are demons”
“i don’t want to be put away”
i looked at him like a stray
faith is looking into his eyes and seeing a great creator
i was just a whore
before him
starving without bread
humility is feeling too dirty for a cleansing
putting signs up “god not allowed”
yelling from its tunnels
“haven’t I made you proud”
can’t undo the dying
blood covered shroud
tongue swollen
couldn’t figure it out
abandon hope fully
death like a pulley
with no air to shout
“no hope coming” – letters on a doorway mat
might as well put up a plaque
people say “she went missing”
god as her witness
george is the gentle rain
i was hungry and i was starving
and he took time to wash my feet
i swear i saw rainbows beneath him
he was the pot of gold
not to be taken
he was the dream you want to remember when awakened
i sometimes think of george on dark moonless nights
i sometimes think of george
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we knew each other in a different time and place – in this one – his hand it came with grace
my blog is still advert free
psst… i ❤️ ipsy
He lights my whole future
He threads my wounds with suture
Life starts and ends with his blues
If only I was his muse
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Postscript: I broke down and renewed my medical card. Instant approval. Ordered my goods online, they called immediately letting me know my script was expired. I have an appointment in the morning with the good doc and she said, “okay, will go ahead and fill it”
Haven’t smoked since May and come tomorrow I’m gonna be on the moon.
They had cartridges for $18. *sigh*
I thought it would takes weeks or more before I could smoke again.
Nope. Less than 24 hours. 🎃
Maybe I’ll start writing again and going to the beach.
I need to disassociate.
All this death and dying.
All my lingerie sitting in a drawer.
Boo season is here 🎃
*casts spell on bad neighbor*
Where did she go?
Wandering in a sea of abyss?
From the words off his lips?
Like a gypsy moving with the wind?
What hath sailed?
Lies foretold we reminisce?
Love is rare like an eclipse?
Reasons we can’t comprehend?
Maybe you’re lying dormant
Winter’s a time to cool
Maybe I’m not important
When others give you fuel
I wish I could remember my own worth
I’m like your shadow always following
Be the one you’re living for on earth
Instead a ghost always wallowing
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I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU SEE / LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE ❤️
I miss making photography. I hope I’m in a space to do so again this lifetime.
Apparently Kat Von D denounced her witchery and burned all her witchcraft books and got baptized yet still performs with stripper polls on stage.
I like the baptism and burning of the books.
I’d rather see her follow Christ and listen to the Cure than be all Satanic.
Can we talk about how the Bible has been re-written to be Satanic tho?
Now I need to wash out my tongue for mentioning the Unholy One.
🎃
I’m barely holding on in breath or words
The spaces where we fell I’m never sure
Apologies are song in flight that carry with the birds
And longing comes on full moon where the clouds they will obscure
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This is how sinkholes form
Faith dissolved
My guess lukewarm
Your hate involved
A lake of drought
Swales and sorrow
No way throughout
Hell’s here tomorrow
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I miss the stars
Rotating
Around your love
And do you ever think of me
Far above?
When silence is howling
And there’s not enough?
Do you call my bluff?
Have thoughts to discuss?
Or am I just a memory
For your hate to engulf
Do you regret giving up?
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Guess whose birthday is next month?
I miss you…
He’s still writing for his muse
Under the full moon
I’m still walking in her shoes
With the cold blues
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Oh hi
Freckles brought to you by the sun (no filter or sunscreen)
Byeeee
Web of secrets
Facetious
In sequence
No thesis
He’s my weakness
Lost allegiance
Sin’s leakage
I’m sleepless
A grievance
Stupid genius
Love Jesus
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You have dreams from my nightmare
Plant a flower that is rare
Tell me how you don’t care
I’ll be there
With flower in my hair
Dancing but nowhere
Erase me like your software
Drop down now in prayer
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Things you should know about me: I’ll never ask for a Senior discount.
Never ask a lady her age
It’s your job to make me feel as young and youthful as I feel
Dying and still clutching the “Goddess of Youth” title
My nightmares become your dreams
Plant or pluck
Pluck maybe seems implied if it’s now in my hair – and what exactly don’t you care about nihilist?
But, we don’t know who plucked the rare flower now do we?
We can only assume
And you hate assumptions?
Found something the Devil doesn’t like.
Assuming
My favorite game to play
Oh goodie
It’s a full moon
I must manifest purification and a husband
Some guys don’t mind the miles especially when they see you make effort to keep it mint
And apparently, I may be worth more now than before…
Because the actual Jeep place wants to buy my ride. “Worth more now” – eh maybe
She kinda imprinted on me
I worked hard to get her paid off
Need a mechanic I can trust
Wanna see how many miles I can get – but they go quick
It’s not a good time to buy a house or car
BUT
I am looking for land
Maybe a sleep barn
Gonna hide cash like a squirrel
Let’s play Easter egg hunt 2.0
Who can find the treasure chest?
I can’t even find another apartment to vacate to
I’m not paying for cable
Plus everything else
But please, don’t call the cops on me when I wind up in misery
Dearly belated
Oh Most Hated
Got me jaded
Nearly persuaded
But sun hasn’t faded
He’s the Epic of Gilgamesh
Death is irrelevant
Lessons from a demigod –
Speaks a bunch of gibberish!
Dear Elite
Think life’s complete
With hand I’ll greet
Meet me in the street?
Do you think God plays favorites?
Paradise for the angel?
Won’t give me nothing I can’t handle?
Cold water sinks / depression leaks
Nothing is more expensive than a cheap boat
Unless you’re out of hope
Better pray for rope
Here’s your footnote
Now you’re just somebody that I want to know
I promise –
I won’t make any promises
I’m too damn ominous
Like doubting Thomas
But my tongue is honest
I’m investing in bullets and freshwater
Dream of killing father
Knelt down by altar
Gold coins for slaughter
At knee they foster
Silver and laughter
It’s land I’m after
For ash to scatter
And sin for answer
God is still my master
Hereafter
I don’t know my own father’s face / I don’t know his fate / or should I really hate
What I am
Computer programs
Happy Birthday rams
Still sticking around
Like dripping clouds
I’m in a drought
The thick of doubts
It’s double this shroud
It’s double this shroud
I’m looking out
Twice as loud
Neurons could be pixels on my desktop
You build walls I can eavesdrop
You build ramps I can skate across
You know I won’t ever stop
The blueprints are in another dimension
God will never mention 🙂
Not that you’re listening
Unused attention
Forward inching
Mark Chapter 11:
Jesus cursed a fig tree
Love thy neighbor
Unless it’s not producing fruit
Then cut it loose
Bloodletting (but he could’ve waited until morning) (when the sun was burning)
(The fruit doesn’t form at night / you get what I am learning)
Dear Man of Sin
Oh Lawless One
Repent for what you’ve done
Oh Rotten One
Dear Beast from Sea
Dreaming of me
Doctrine of Demons
Too blind to see
Fallen angel of technology
You ain’t fooling me
I’m sacred geometry
True anomaly
Stats in real time
But always delayed
The algorithm favors
Those who paid
Do not worship false idols
Thank you for the magnificent midnight moon
The verdict you impugn
Farewell written on ballon
Drinking gold from a teaspoon
Lack of despair come June
He’s the universe
Divided by zero
A nice guy
But not a hero
Money won’t buy happiness
But I’ll be better dressed
I’m kinda feeling ravenous
Like the earth’s my catalyst
I knew you couldn’t handle it
What forest have you been foraging
Like my prayers that you’re forwarding
Like the sun you get me flourishing
I’m yelling but you’re ignoring
Wilted
Like a weeping willow
Guilt silken
And gripping like the end
Bed ridden
And evil are children
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Tell God I’m probably to blame if Squirrel fattens up too much.
Tell God I want to build a squirrel playground and bird paradise and frog pond and little things like that
An actual mini rainbow bridge crossing over a pet cemetery
A fire-pit and lessons
Like basic human skills?
I don’t like the concrete jungle
You’ve got to stop chopping Florida down…
I don’t like much that man lays claim to
The art, the history, the music, gay and lame.
I want to hear Pretty Bird sing
The toads annoying me all night
Man stole my life and I want nothing to do with his pet projects
I can’t stand using a phone or app
It’s like you told the sun to stop spinning
And on these roads – there’s no beginning
For us
A roundabout
From which we’re sprinting
Doubting thus
The ending
Still acting like
We have no meaning
There’s no trust
For which we’re leaning
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I haven’t cleaned my windows yet I’m sorry. And now there’s dirt on the windowsill. It started raining gently so I popped open the window and said “wake up” and gave it some of my spring water. I see a tiny piece of green.
Day 2. Mystery plants. Potentially edible. I don’t know what I’m growing. So I reckon fucking it up won’t be the end of the world. I’ll still think it is. But first attempt at growing something. 🙂
You turn open doors to silence
Great wide expanse
Look how you guide us
Galloping in advance
I still love you best
I wish you well like starlight
I’m seeking tonight
Kept my heart tied
The perfect existence
The one I found you in
But you’re so nihilistic
There’s no room to win
I know how you lie
Dressed in crown
And agony
Twisted thorn
Of tragedy
You’re lost
You don’t have identity
Heavy cross
A penalty
Come walk with me
Is this how we soothe it
Our love is prudent
Somehow I’ll prove it
Driving nail right through it
Old mixed with new
Like promises overdue
I don’t have a curfew
Under you
Surfing too
With parachute
In full monsoon
We rendezvous
Let me say with oath
He wanted promises stretched out unto infinity
And so the great expanse was his domain
I know how much you hate me
Run around berate me
Am I poison sumac
The girl you couldn’t stomach?
Would you block me if I cometh?
Maybe create a covet?
Indestructible. It will not corrode, rust or tarnish, and fire cannot destroy it.
Our love like gold
Tornadoes form
When you arrive
Like thunderstorm
Or thorn in side
Man can’t travel to the beginning, it’s forbid
Moving backwards through time
There’s always going to be a dead end
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Psst…
I followed the American gold trail all the way back to Japan. I had to “read more” “read more” visit “read more” and said number of times – to find the end trail.
Also – they tax gold A LOT and the government can confiscate it anytime they want
(I’d like to see them steal my nuggets tho for real, I’m unhinged)
(I don’t have any nuggets – it was an impossible dream)
So phones only last around 6 years
By the time I purchase one 3-4 years in – it’s 2-3 years from its final update
“How long will this iPhone last”
Can we go back to pagers and whatnot?
Dropping letters in the mailbox without any postage?
Knocking on the door and leaving notes
“Be back in 10 minutes 1 hour”
Leaving packages on the door “sorry I missed yah”
Or, maybe stop charging so much for “the latest phone”
Journalism is crap these days – websites swarmed with ads eating your data – and now they want us to pay for the “free press”
Pay for the propaganda and lies – more than we already do
Other countries that adopted the “American dream” policies are tanking
Not only did the parents of GEN X not like us – they want to give our jobs to the millennials – they sold us out – and stole half our retirement without remorse
None of them care about the future
Sex content should be behind a paywall
“Must verify age”
They need to put triple black curtains up at Spencer’s
I don’t want to see “adult content” 24/7
WP is turning into the FB algorithms in terms of how people are putting out content and slipping in desensitizing content
GenX needs to band together and get a farm and ghost everyone else (kinda)
It won’t be until 2060 or so until the Boomers are all gone
I thought I’d get to live to see something cool like go to the moon – but all the boomers produce are LIES
Isn’t your poetry like a little headlamp in a damp, dark cave.
Thank you
(Please stop destroying everything and feed the birds and wildlife whatever you are eating)
I’ve decided to bond with a house spider who took residence in my bathroom in the corner of the sink
She was small – she growing
I told her I must relocate her at some point “due to fear”
For now, she’s soaking up the dew from my shower time
She fixed her little web of string connected to my pop up trash bin after instructed
She loves my hot showers
She’s an animal
There’s a lot of responsibility in her trust of me
I have arachnophobia
Apparently she’s a common Florida house spider
When I was a child, unsupervised, I wanted to see how long it would take the June bugs to “coat me” and when my mom came outside to check on me, I was standing still covered head to toe in June bugs
She said I was the devil
I would let granddaddy long legs crawl on me too
“Oh look another one, put him on me”
Now I see a bug and nearly die
So I dunno where my disconnect with nature happened (my boomer mom)
I would eat the scallions growing in the grass – unwashed
I drank water from the hose
The school made me swish with fluoride
They lined us up in the hall and made us drink some pink stuff
We weren’t allowed to wear advertising or “Black and proud” t-shirts to school
Our shorts and skirts had to be knee level
I weigh now what I weighed then – only now I got tiny tiddies
I just spent over $400 on a new phone 2 1/2 years ago – and now come September – final update
So no.
I’ll start blogging from the library computer or something
50% of my retirement savings – in the pockets of the boomers
They still don’t care about us and don’t plan on handing over the torch which is why they ghosted and gutted us –
Wait til more have a place to direct their anger (stop spending)
(Crucify them!?!)
I don’t think the purpose to life is death and destroy.
I may be a passive nihilist tho
I’m working on ‘me’
I need 5 million years to recover from the desolate desert you erupted from
With a rapid loss of hope occurring
Who will write earth’s obituary
The way you’ve written my hand
And turned all to stone?
Do you honor the dead
The way you immortalize impermanence?
Disappearing without affliction
Leaving dust on the door
I found you
Right where I had left you
Disorderly categorized
I am holy proud
The sun lifted you from shade
Made your skin burn
Left a scar or two
You are a placemat for the sun to rise
And if your words were the reason it rose
Alighting will and aligning truth
You are the golden valley where my love will grow
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The moon gives me tilt
Seasonal travesty
Without any guilt
Go stand on her
I will give you lip
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I should be sleeping. I’m not.
You got plans to go back to the moon in a decade huh. Gonna take ten years to manipulate the data/crowd.
Besides, April 2029 / the final time
Apophis is probably just an atom bomb
We probably bombed the moon
We probably bombed Mars
They can’t stop bombing earth
I’m probably closer to the truth than you are to standing on the moon
NASA is a scam
Stop taxing me
I can’t wait for the space shuttle to crash into our beautiful ocean – destroying sealife
It isn’t “in space” it’s “free falling earth’s gravity”
Fuck you
I could eat contempt / wrap it with lament / file it tax exempt / yell “god damnit” / my brain will forget / I haven’t cared yet \
Searching for you in typeface / underlines / and heartbreak / happiness is our stake / a gamble we should take \
A thousand miles from nowhere / I want to go there / ask God there’s hope where \
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I wish he would bed me / take me down the aisle / then fucking wed me / I wanna get heavy / not fucking buried / I wanna get married
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He’s like a long-winded walk
Under midnight sun
And though he’s likely not you
He’s to blame for all you’ve done
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*insert clever line breaks here*
I should move the place you most hate; get a little cabin by the lake.
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The light moves
Through dark and greys
The way it soothes
When heart would stray
It won’t lose way
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Postscript
I think the sun is likely female
Light is information
Your heart, brain, your nerves electrical
Little light-beings
Not your fleshlight
“I’m sorry Cooper, you had a gift and you didn’t get to use it”
If only my parents would acknowledge their mistakes with their children
The father must be wondering if he’s sending his sister out into the great unknown to see if “I am happy”, in which, “I am not” and I’m stalking my father to see if his address is on the sex registry, where I learned a list “is not forever” – in fact, many states are reducing the length of time a name should be on
My own flesh was surprised to just learn that the list “is not forever”
The list should be one list and forever
Maybe I should go pay the ole father a visit
Will be hard to look upon him without spitting or disgust
Can barely write this now without snarling
The Boomers sold America out
Need land. Want to grow things.
Been disassociating. Have money. Lots.
LAUGHS
I swear to fuck, Edgar just said, “this one’s on me”
He doesn’t want me dying in the street
Been there, done that mentality
I need a lock of his hair and Jone’s skull
Thinking of buying land out in Montana
I’m gonna get him outta that fucking hole
People do it… I’ve read
Years later. A recovery after the government said no.
They were later blessed.
They just went in and did it, danger and all.
Some die trying. Bless.
But many mostly succeed. Determined.
He wants out. It was his final wish. His last will and testament.
Management thought a death would bring in more $$$$. He was disappointed it closed. Surprised. I read his own fucking lines.
I wanna rip his fucking cock out with my teeth
Maybe I should write a story – fictional – and focus on buying land in Montana instead
The desert is probably a terrible place to grow things
Are there trees in Montana? Is there sunshine and a sun? What sort of food can I grow? What are the taxes like? What are restrictions like? Can I have a chicken coop?
Not to slaughter but I’ll steal the eggs – with gratitude and love
I don’t know how to take care of a plant, let alone a chicken…
I could dig a foxhole and protect them tho…
I don’t want to kill the fox tho
The fox is hungry
He will probably be getting fed..
All of God’s creatures can come to me for food
If God will allow me to provide for them
I want to be called Willow, or my land
“Willow acres” or something
1-5 acres is all I am asking for
I have a COE
Please ask God to protect me from my crazy behavior, I’m spinning wild
Should I buy land in Florida? I don’t wanna now – it’s gone – immigration ruined it 😦
*sadface*
The sinkholes, the limestone
Can’t even take a bath after knowing what recently happened to that one brother “in his bed”
What the fuck was he looking at tho? For real? The earth got mad!
Sorry don’t meant to victim blame
Terrible terrible way to go
Sinkholes are to be feared
And most Floridians fear them more than the gators…
Please stop using the animals as entertainment and selling their teeth
I still have mine – and cry
Poor baby gators
Getting their teeth knocked out for a few bucks
God made me so depressed
*sigh*
I always hated investing but now I’m trying to study and learn and just keep going over it until something finally sticks
The ah ha moment
All my research says stay away from the stock market if you don’t want your savings to plummet
I’ve had mine in investment funds for years – growing – ungrowing – I fear to peer
I didn’t know I had any at all
I thought I had lost it all
I have my down payment for my land or home – and I can borrow against it or remove it all (with a penalty)
Or keep investing (with minimal to high risk)
Are banks even interested in a $15k down payment? Does money still talk?
I’m talking 1-5 acres
Is cash still king?
Or do I gotta take in a gift card and doughnuts?
Shouldn’t they be feeding me? To get the sale?
The Army and Marines took me to lunch – more than once – the Marines heartbroken when I chose Army green
Oh boo, my uniforms are obsolete
And I’m so fucking small – I get lost in them now..
Can’t even sell the new ones – even old – cuz they changed uniforms again!!! Immigration is a Trojan horse!
Me and the old vets complain about how these kids don’t leave a building to fight…
They’re planning something sinister
Is Montana a good place to move? About to throw a dart…
I DON’T HAVE A HUSBAND – is going to be my answer for everything
*arrives at heaven’s headquarters
“Did you experience joy”
I DON’T HAVE A HUSBAND
*at the local hitler hospital deathcamps
“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”
I DON’T HAVE A HUSBAND
*at the local coffee shop
“Would you like cream with that”
I DON’T HAVE A HUSBAND
The MRI doc saw me at my worse and noted it wasn’t self-image
After I scolded him for scolding me for making him late for his next appointment with his prostitute (I mean “patient”)
I scolded him for me “not being marriage material” – so I wasn’t worried about making him late
When I don’t even have a husband to go home to…
Caught him trying not to look as I was leaving
All 111 pounds pending surgery (I’m likely not going to get)
I’m gonna start juicing and doing a hardcore regime
When researching, one person beat the odds – but she also had people bringing her vegetables and fruits to encourage her – it took a village – not just her own pocketbook.
Ain’t nobody knocking on my door bringing soup – let alone fresh herbs to juice with so not to die.
I’m getting death threats
(But my doctors do encourage me to stay alive – the male ones anyway)
The females can piss off – they aren’t as smart or empathetic – I hate being under THEIR CARE
HELPS
P.S. don’t try to maintain a schedule – if I pick up on that – I will intentionally make you late lose time/money with the prostitute
I will pick up on it
And now any time he drives to a prostitute, “not marriage material she said”
Some of y’alls addiction’s are costing us
I’m out for revenge
Gonna make you late now everywhere – everyone – everybody
That’s my level of petty
You wanna call the cops on me? Giddyup!
You hate scheduling appointments? Awe. Shame you were such a bitch I’m missing all my classes.
Self help books exist and I can read and do not need a librarian to check out – we got the self checkout system – for once – I can pass go and not pay $200 or look at your face ever again.
The cop likes me there, he gets my sweet side.
Maybe he’s my future hubby
YOU NEVER KNOW
“You that girl I see at the library”
“Yea”
“Why you having the law called on you”
I DON’T HAVE A HUSBAND
He’s the first one
At my den
Sitting front face
Right where he’s been
And when he’s out there
In the harsh marsh marching
Blood for his pen
I know his foot steps
Right where I’m sinking
Count on him
Like one through ten
The alphabet but then
He smells of gin
Spice or cinnamon
He’s like a ghost in quicksand
Cynical and disciplined
He’s the whole world listening
When I speak
He’s the sun peeking in!
Even when light’s missing
He’s thinking when
“Will I see you again”
As if the earth just doesn’t spin…
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I got carried away with this rhyme
And maybe he’s my imaginary friend
But there’s only so many letters in the alphabet for him to appear
I speak in morse code – maybe he can hear
Is my rambling clear?
It’s freestyle dear… 🙂
I am boney tendons
I am without intention
I am deep in ascension
Got your attention?
Like comets missing
Circling new dimensions
I need intervention
Holy brigade of his suns
Shining light on this one
His favorite weapon
Energized confession
It’s called possession
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Postscript (contains free speech) 🫣
Holyshit, the wave is picking back up now. I’m in the eye of the storm.
I’m that scene when Trinity leaps from the building and falls into fawn mode
“Get up Trinity, get up…”
She had Neo to live for. The great anomaly. Love.
They wouldn’t even give John Jones a second phone call and it was Thanksgiving.
The real life ain’t the movies (but they made one about him and changed the most important details to suit Hollywoods agenda).
Now John has a nickname in heaven but I don’t like it very much. “LJ”
He likes his nickname but I don’t
It was on my upside down pineapple coconut cake
An L and a J
“LJ” was here
LJ (squared) (John Jones)
And if you don’t get the L reference – NICKNAME (too fucking bad)
Ask John what the L means
He will tell you
Or read some articles
I read every statement he said dying down there
Stuff from official Utah sources
Comments during the time
I READ COMMENTS FROM MICHAEL LEVITT VICTIM BLAMING
Recently a shadow formed on my wall in an L shape with a man hanging
He loves his new nickname but is sensitive to the fact that I’m yet not…
I made cake and I like feeding the squirrels and John has a new nickname
One day I’m gonna visit the caves
“LJ lives here”
It’s not even funny
It broke me
And I was dying of heart inflammation
He imprinted on me
His spirit
I want to cut Michael’s dick off
I want to do very bad things…
I bake experimental cakes instead
And the weed don’t work!
My meds stopped working!
“Get up Trinity, get up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am getting a new blog soon
This one can just exist as an archive of major fuckup disasters
New pen, new identity
New deck of cards
I did it for love. I don’t know what God has in store for me
I hope it’s not dying on the street
The good news:
I don’t actually have to jump from a bridge
I can buy a gun
🙂
(Which is better than hanging yourself with a belt in your hotel room like Chris Cornell and Michael Hutchence)
Bless
I was so upset when I learned Michael died of suicide when I was 10.
EVERYONE I LOVE IS DEAD (-)
Did I tell you that John has been saving my life
I should not have got vaccine number two after vaccine one caused me heart issues
I’ll never get another flu shot or vaccine again
How much do you love your job to push your agenda?
I’m a Soldier, going down in battle sounds better than this bullshit of self-sabotage or “committed”
I probably failed my review board as I feared even mentioning being homicidal – although it’s the reason they ask all vets at the VA now
“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”
It was always just suicidal until I was saying, “oh I’m feeling more homicidal these days“…
And I graduated to group therapy but there’s holes in my walls
“I fantasize about dying”
“It’s not a field day out here”
But it will be if the cops show up for me
(If I die here, nobody will know I didn’t want to…)
Although I’ve been blogging pretty heavily about it
“I hate it here as much as John Jones hates that cave”
LJ bless
Love you bro…
Would you let the moon in?
She’s out there charging
Soul for sin
Must be a bargain
Losing spin
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Postscript: I gained a pound. 111 now. Gratitude.
The house is full of food and ghosts. Spirits and curses. The crows gather around.
Everybody is serving Satan.
And I’m suppose to just sit back and smile.
New lines are forming on my face.
I just had another EKG and xRay completed – doc musta saw something cuz has ordered and scheduled me another echocardiogram.
I have so many appointments this month – all over. Deland. Lake Nona/ Orlando. Daytona.
But I gained a pound. A GOOD POUND.
I don’t want to die.
Still fighting the good fight.
Like our dear John Jones, I crawled so far in the hole.
The Good maker blessed us with 100+ years.
Neo if you’re out there…
If you can read this…
Trinity down
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Large dose of ginger
Ugly sweater for winter
Empty frame with picture
His kiss December
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Freestyle before I lose power 🙂
I wasn’t ready for Halloween to end lol but I do have some Christmas items arriving soon – they made it to Orlando. 🙂
Veterans Day is tomorrow but the streets might be flooded and I may be homebound and required by law 🙃
The lights have been flickering on and off so storm Nicole is near (I think that’s her name)
Florida does lose power
I’ve lost it for a week at a time on two occasions where I live 🙂
Not ghosting
I’ve been really busy in the real world but I do have some cute lingerie sets here already that are not holiday themed – as well as a halter and booty short set that sold out on Dolls Kill – in a small – that fits!!! I do wanna get proper photos in these things.
The halter set is vinyl. I wanted it in red. It sold out. Was lucky to get the mocha – in small – and it fit. Yay! Pics soonish! 🤪
It’s just… I’ve never had Christmas lingerie before – and my package is nearly here 📦
As far as I’m concerned, Christmas started when my skates arrived – and fit!
Was lucky to score a pair at all!
And I absolutely adore these. Kinda unisex. Fits my goth grunge style.
Like the bat, I am the dark
Oh, remember how I said we need to enter a black hole feet first
John kinda took it literal and is leading the way
He is the closest to the center of the earth
Where do you think the Sun is falling?
Even NASA (if you believe) stated we were 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than previously thought
Yeah because the math is wrong…
Management should have been replaced when two kids got stuck at Nutty Putty cave – but instead they decided to make a new map that did not feature parts of the dangerous cave and re-opened it for John Jones to get stuck
He owns that cave, that’s his ship now
Him and Earth became one
She accepted his sacrifice
And feet first we go…
I live somewhere
On the outskirts
You won’t find me
Where his position asserts
I’m not responding
To alarms and alerts
Even when I’m craving
All his bloody desserts
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An all original organic human bean 🫘
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He imprinted on me 😑
He knows
At least, I think now
Or we both do 🤔
Because no matter what form he appears
He is the ONLY ONE I respond to in such a manner
He probably thinks I’m like that with all guys
I’m not 😑
He took advantage of our bond 😑
He gave me a map with details not disclosed 😑
I thought I was starting to experience Stockholm syndrome
But it was just him 😑
And he abandoned me 😑
I don’t respond well to trauma bonding or narcissism
He can’t use those tools on me
He needs to learn control 😑
He’s never gonna make me cum if I fear him 😑
He’s not a sex god
He’s an abuser 😑
I never did nothing like that in that chat
But I did do role play stuff with him that I’ve never done with anyone 😑
I was already imprinted on him because my soul knew it was him 😑
But my mind didn’t know 😑
And then he slowly started disclosing details about his life
Things I probably would rather not know
Because he can’t handle the fact that he told me
He thinks I’ll use the information against him 😑
He shoots the listener 😑
I thought I was falling in love with some guy with no teeth and was ready to be kidnapped and settle down with some guy with no teeth but it turned out to be the love of my life
And he abandoned me after he video called and said, “I need you”
He ghosted me 😑
And the Daytona Beach gang are taunting me 😑
And I ran off my favorite poet 😑
I’m all alone 😑
And everyone is leaving toxic Instagram
EVERYONE
And the ones that are staying on Instagram are just simply unfollowing me 😑
And I’m ascending into another level 😑
But I’ve got one more bowl of vegan soup to eat and that immediately stopped my tears
I also have lingerie sets I haven’t got to try on, a brand new pair of shoes, new make up and eye tattoos from my recent birthday
But I need to be in the headspace to create
I need to not be crying while I’m putting my makeup on 😑
I want to move 😑
I’m gonna spend my tip money and buy something nice I think
I LOST EVERYTHING IN 2017
I wanna get these curtains I found at Dolls Kill and I found several cute outfits – including a Halloween set, all for the tip price
I need clothes to wear and if I had a husband maybe people wouldn’t be fucking with me
I wanna imprint on someone who wants me 😑
I’m an organic computer 😑
God made me 😑
GET THE CURTAINS BABE
WE DON’T HAVE ANY
YOU ARE ALLOWED TO WEAR CLOTHES THAT FIT YOU
YOU’RE AN AMAZING BARGAIN HUNTER
WE’RE NOT ALIVE JUST TO PAY THE BILLS
YOU ARE NOT OBSOLETE
Keep detoxing and doing the hard work
He tried to make me feel shameful 😑
He’s mean 😑
I can’t trust myself around him 😑
He’s untrustworthy 😑
I need a safe space to imprint 😑
I’m tired of being in my masculine role 😑
I want a real husband 😑
I’ve never done anything in the chatroom that was porn or triple x
I don’t compromise myself 😑
He said he needed me then cut the cord 😑
He lied 😑
How can he be so cruel 😑
He’s always cutting holes and damaging our true love
I’m moving on 😑
I want my heart, mind, and soul pure for my partner
I’m not putting in the hard work to quit
Eventually, I’ll slow down and halt
But right now I’m in therapy and detoxing and cleansing my spirit
I think I just need to get these things off my chest
So I can figure out who I am and be the best version of myself
Even when/if I’m wrinkled
I want to bond with a man
A true bond
I want to imprint on him and him on me 😑
He’s gotta be out there
Let him know I’m trying to get better
❤️🩹
I don’t want him to be my therapist
I don’t want to fear him 😑
I fear enough 😑
Daddy said he needed me right away 👀
More coming soon… (and dropping on my OF storyboard n wall)
My Insta story is already getting some action but the hottest and best stuff is over on the OF where I won’t get in the troubles
Rotten fruit falls by itself
If you’re compelled
Don’t bid farewell
Could you drop good news with the bad?
Could you learn happy just means sad?
Could you leave but still come back?
Or are you ever planning that?
There he goes again
Slamming the door!
And I still don’t know
What we’re fighting for!
Where did your will come from?
Was it bought from the sun?
What will you become?
Is your will firm?
John,
You should have kept your head in the book
You should have took a second look
You should have chose a different route
You should have crossed a bigger chute
I know I’m not what you need
That’s why you keep walking away
I know I’m not what you bleed
That’s why you have nothing to say
Been down a ways
Get little praise
Been down always
Been down always
I made a mess
Of these prison walls
Out of order
The sad owner
Of these pitfalls
I am the still of the lake
With underwater currents circling
The whirlpool in your eye full of hate
Forgiveness won’t be surfacing
No mercy at the break
Why does weight cause gravity?
Like my love for you
You will disappear
But I am stuck like glue?
Last seen
Smoking on the Bayou
Got the deep blues
Gonna cut loose
Restarted just to leave,
Alive just to grieve,
Got what you need?
Stop bailing on me!
If I could do it all again
I’d let you be my influence
Blood to pen
Influent
Jesus: didn’t you say he left your bed?
Yes.
Jesus: and he won’t share a slice of his bread?
*feather tremble 👀
He slams the door
He makes an entrance
He begs for more
He is relentless
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
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I feel him mourning
Like thick moss growing on vine
He’s always yearning
The way I twirl around on pine
You got a returning subscriber!
Just kidding! He’s a liar!
I need oxygen but it’s corrosive
I need love but he’s explosive
Got me losing focus
Maybe his main motive
He doesn’t know how hard my heart is
I was born of darkness
Somewhere from the darkest
Never bow regardless
I want to distract him from morning
The way I’m overturning
Darkness is for learning
I bid you fair warning
Hanging with the dead and crying
An angel’s only trying
But oh ye faith I’m eying
And I know when you are lying
I think he’s Polyamorous
I know I couldn’t handle it
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I woke up to my second supporter! And a lovely message!!! So very grateful, thank you!
Postscript 👇
In my past life I have been in open relationships and handled it just fine
But I’m completely possessive over the love of my life
I can feel my stomach churning with the thought
No kneel
WTF
You better be paying for my housing so I can hump all over your existence
You should be taking my OnlyFans photos and saying, “no babe, that’s your money, buy yourself something nice”
When I bring you money to pay the bills, you should be like, “baby, I’m taking care of you”
STEP UP
Be my K-I-N-G and I’ll be your Queen and submit
Pff you have some magical powers going unused that you know you can’t get anywhere but from ME
And vice versa
We got our own Great Filter upon us
I had to jump here first cuz that’s what it took
I HATE being OLDER than you
MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN
YOU HAVE ONE JOB
New account! New set dropped! 👉 👇 https://onlyfans.com/poeeternal_sensual
I’m in your mines
Exploring around
With an old headlamp
I found
I’m not where I’m meant to be
Knees are muddy
Nutty Putty
I’m upside down
Searching
Excuse me
I’m mapping
Destinations unknown
Going places never before
If I could just squeeze through
There’s so much more
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I notice when he’s gone
Even though clouds are glowing moonlight
But in the breeze my thoughts are blown
I haven’t even words to write
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Next Friday I turn 44. Potentially. Still putting up the good fight even though I’ve shriveled away to 118 pounds.
All fleshy stuffs.
No Botox/plastic/fillers
Just a whole lot of gravity and mess softness
Teardrops 😌
I just picked up this little triangle bikini top from the thrift today – and also recently learned that this style first originated in the 40s.
He won’t talk to me, he won’t acknowledge my existence
But crash his gate with a comet, and there won’t be any resistance
Did you know his shoulders rise like limestone
Rugged and sky-piercing
Grizzled and grey
His eyes a jewel-blue stream
Heading for my wonder
Do you know how deep the canyons were that I carved
Running from you
I know now how deep it runs
When we love like we do
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I don’t think the Mall should be selling adult toys. I went in for a cute hat, now I’m traumatized. Anal plugs and vibrators right next to the Lava Lamps. 😑
There’s nowhere left to chill or shop.
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I’m always cleaning but the house is never clean
He explained his reason but I don’t know what it means
I keep on dusting but there’s dust thick on the screen
I read his poetry and consume it like proteins 👀
I call to him
Through wind and pen
And like the Tower of Babel
He’s comes crumbling
I’m not allowed to communicate with him in any form
So the moon grows full
And the earth will storm
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
No pressure or whatever but your words give me life
And I know they’re not for me (🤔) but can you please continue to write
My choices: YOU or a surgeon with a knife
You’re a mathematician, BUT WORDS CAN YOU EXPEDITE? 🧐
Yes 🟩 No ⬛️ Maybe 🟥 (pick one)
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