Pebbles (freestyle poetry)

Because I know
I’ll cross the threshold
And when gravity
Tips its scales
All eternity will fall

And heaven
Will gently
Fumble at your
Footsteps

The way pebbles
Form smooth edges
Over time

My dreams
Are baptized
By your words

Like prayers whispered
Into passing clouds
On sunless days

I am tiptoeing death
Leaving pieces of me
In only places you will find

There is grand justice
In knowing
Only you will crawl the distance

Might my heart
Be dust and ash
But love lieth here

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dying and just want to matter how ever briefly…

His existence is a breathing apparatus

He exists, therefore I am

Self-portrait

Flame (poetry)

I’m in descent
I’m candescent
I’m flame and hemp
Is love exempt?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The void 😩

Thank you so much for the sweet donation that I received over the weekend

I’m trying to center, I’m trying to find my calm in all this

Any activity causes my heart to hurt

Especially getting angry

I’m still sorting through the mental and financial collapse

Folks don’t realize I lost my entire retirement savings – and regular savings.

Years and years of retirement savings gone

So the immigrants could have my job

The cops here say, “it’s federal, nothing we can do”

DICTATORSHIP

Trust me, I’m well known as “red flagged” to the establishment

They know I’ve moved over into the homicidal territory

Armed and dangerous and you’re still not gonna take my right to buy a weapon or to hold one or to fire one

Do you remember when they tried to outlaw alcohol and that law completely failed – yeah try to do that with our guns China – go for it – try to do it, try to take our guns from us, try it, try to put it on paper that we can’t even buy a gun and see what happens, go for it – try it, I dare you! I triple fucking dare you!!

This whole fucking thing is going to collapse if they don’t get off my dick

😇

Pro life tip: You should never tip before you are served

This whole generation of TIP ME NOW AND BEFORE I’VE DONE MY JOB IS BULLSHITE

I hate these fucking policies

And do you know how much effort it is taking me to get my account and data deleted from the Chipotle app? It’s insane!

I’ll never download another app for anything

It should not be this hard to delete yourself from the web

JESUS CHRIST SAVE ME NOW

Has anyone ever unscrambled it? Is it like an anagram for the Devil?

That book of lies

6000 years of gaslighting and dictatorship

I’m DONE

I want to sell my TV and get a DUMB phone.

The problem is, if you get a home line, the only calls you will get are from politicians and the cops wanting money from you because it’s all a fucking scam. And you can’t opt out

Just like we can’t opt out our private home addresses from receiving spam mail for junk food and that is why the Amazon rainforest is being cut down

Immigration is a Trojan horse

When do we save Mother Earth and ourselves

Oh but you have your porn!!!!!!

Porn has rotted your heart and brain!

In other news, I got my printer set up in my master bedroom now. I guess dying makes it harder to manage a household. But whatev.

The black ink is out, but I got the new driver installed on my MacBook so that was a feat in itself. My laptop is aware of the printer and vice versa.

I also have plenty of professional paper to print on, once I sort out the black ink.

I’ve been pulling rare collectibles and other items I plan to list on the eBay – it’s like having an online garage sale.

I have some cool stuff that belong in the hands of someone who will use it. It’s extremely hard for me to part with, but I have bigger goals now tho.

Like being a land owner 👍

Learning how to grow & harvest food

I’m sick of advertising and TV!!!!

I rarely play games

I’m not into entertainment anymore

There’s too much propaganda and busy busy going on

I just want to chill

What the narcissist think is “boring”, is actually just peace

It’s serenity

They don’t want us anywhere near it

It’s poke prod poke prod tee hee I don’t have a fucking soul

“I was joking”

*rolls eyes

It ain’t the disabled vets causing all this disruption and corruption tho

I know y’all like to blame us and pick on us tho…

I also know white people are blamed for the worlds problems – propaganda 101

If u white, u hated for your skin

And then they force us to live next to one another, packing us in like cattle

Watching the slaughter unfold

The immigrants don’t even have to work hard at stealing our country…


Interplanetary (poetry)

It’s not an employer, is it?
But it’s none of my business
I smell shit, not eucalyptus
Guess you’ll never visit


He’s interplanetary lightning
And I’m Olympus Mons
Electrical discharge coming
There’s nowhere to run


He’s here but then he’s gone
But will I carry on?
Bow head denouement
He’s like a paragon
He loves me but there is none


I’m surrounded by crosses
Tears flowing downstream

Like paying off a midnight deposit
Recurring nightmare the only theme

Telling her all you promise
Knowing it won’t mean a thing

If only hope came in boxes
A funeral for your dream


You move so far the cold is on my shoulder
Don’t go so far that I’ll never know yah


I’ve got a box of matches
And a book I never read
I’ve got attaches
And a lock that needs cutting


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

All content by @poeeternal

P.S. he video called again and again and I like hearing his voice & seeing him. I should not but I do.

His calls always catch me off guard and I’m never quite ready for them

I like when he appears 👀


Perfect (freestyle poetry)

If things that excite me connect me to my purpose;
Is your love a circus?
Or why I surface?
Underneath, I’m nervous
Your lines are perfect

© Delia Ross. 2022/2015E (but technically, shouldn’t the year be 6615?. According to the Ethiopian calendar and before the Christians came along and tried to control time and put us all inside this nightmare matrix, the year is 6000 and something)

© Delia Ross. 6615E / @poeeternal

Did I ever tell you?

New shades from the Dollar $1.25 Tree (that’s like a 25% inflation not 7% I think and I suck at math and I’m closer to right than wrong)

You are connected to my purpose

And all my blooms are from the garden you planted and grew

I know you hate love me

The answer to life is, I’m closer to right than wrong… 🤪

I mean, I almost got it right 👀

*hangs upside down*

Helps. Need help moving. For reals.

Also, met a gigantic God-like bug from the dinosaur days a few minutes ago. 🤩

His colors were green and blue 🤩

Or her… probably a her…

You should call her me 🤪

You and God are the only ones I wouldn’t block although I probably do and have blocked God a time or two unknowingly and/or maybe cuz I’m screaming for help/drowning/ am pinching you or some other childish shit.

If you only answered the door… 🤪

I see you keep taking the offering I am leaving at your door

The steps are crumbling where I stumble and/or kick them

The door has a dent…

With drawings to form a smile

You’re still enjoying the homemade biscuits I see…

Probably the only food you get that isn’t poisoned

You suspect it should be

Sometimes hope it is?

Look at this beauty 🤩

Allowed me to get real close. Gonna put some footage on the TikTok. Got some other shots of the side too. Very blue pigment on the eye. It’s eye/ TV monitor was Gigantic and I apologized for putting my lights full on but thanked it for allowing me to film and say hello.

I would have a heart attack if a bug that big landed on me and I need to learn to connect with nature.

I believe animals are sentient creatures and also have life lessons. It’s our duty to be their brother and sister.

Do you get the same pigment blue? The green is pretty too.

Green gets overlooked by the Hollywood devil’s and minions

It’s still out there on my apartment wall…

I’m looking forward to moving where I can have a porch or balcony.

I think the visit from a dinosaur is a sign to relocate – a positive omen or affirmation

I’ve started using a new hashtag: you


Dreams (poetry)

Dreams consolidate memory
Dreams help you forget
Paralyzed by investigation
They’ll grow dusty on your shelf

© Delia Ross. 2022

God won’t let me stop dreaming about you

And then I have to have a peptalk with my ovaries every 2 to 3 weeks to “please take it easy on me” on why we’re not currently having babies so I don’t jump off a fucking bridge

I want to have a baby with him so badly tho 😩

*sobs*

I hate reality 😔

*goes back to dreaming*


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Silence

Do you hold
These final hours
Like a vigil?

Amiss a dark continent
Cracked roads for roses
Watching flame tremble?

Breathing the exhaust of truth
Love like a star
Will my name you remember?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Up down with my health

Why didn’t somebody tell me that Anne Rice died

I didn’t see it on a TikTok or an Instagram feed (not that I am on Instagram)

Read many of her pages by candlelight in my teens

It didn’t hit me as hard as Betty White

I wasn’t aware I loved Betty the way I do

Probably just numb about Annie still

That’s my go to emotion first, numbness then anger

Sometimes I laugh when people die inappropriately

That’s also a survival defense

But if you dare laugh about how John Jones died, I will personally come to see to your ending

It won’t be fun (not for you anyway) 🤩

Dexter mode activated

Armed and lethal

Hiding from all doctors unless ID

Also, somebody needs to lock me up and keep me from sugar for at least 45 days

I will possibly turn into creatures of the ancient past

Which, humans have been around for a long time

But has it ever occurred to you that maybe there were humans more intelligent than us that have gone extinct

A super computer existed during the pyramids found all over the world (used for electricity)

So did fast food restaurants in Pompeii 🙄

Ronald McDonald

Whatever

I’m not doing earth again

But if the algorithm starts showing pictures of me from 500 years ago, then I expect in 500 years for you to fucking find me (again) and you better get it right this time

Neo did it for love

Love is the anomaly

I love you 💕

(And not to alarm you but it could be any day now my death)

Porcelain (freestyle poetry)

He’s the kind of storm that wakes you up in the middle of the night with your heart in your throat

A game of leap frog

He’s good at playing dead

So clouds fill with uncertainty

You can’t distinguish shadow from dream

You flicker fate like a match

And then when hopelessness rears its ugly head, you spit on freewill screaming “get me out of here”

But ego is too big for the death wall

Silence is unbearable

Same as nonexistence, so we wish

We chip at wall hoping no one will hear

We clumsily break at porcelain until it crumbles at our feet

Maybe now he will know I was there?

I break things like a signature print

See, I was there

I did this

I’m to blame

But the only echoes you hear are nightmares

I approached the beast and lived

The unexpected

When he appears, he is a king tide

When death looks upon death, what does it see?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Fuck. You wake me up. I don’t know whether to be scared or excited when you appear.

How long now my love?

Even if your petals aren’t for me, I collect them all the same

Some as torn pages under my nightstand

I hate love you

A Possible Chance (poetry)

Did you know regret lived on the tongue
Hiding in deserted deserts
I have sat suffering in silence watching the mountain grow
My dreams overcome the hours
But never the black holes lurking the hopelessly stained sheets
Even my dreams are lost without you
They open dimensions of nothingness
Time like a dead dinosaur
There is no meaning here
Where cold and heat are one
You don’t know what it feels like to have nothing pulling on you
The pressure of existence
I want to welcome nonexistence the same way you forget mine
Now I ask time what is the delay?
Every breath harder to take
What keeps me here?
Has my purpose not come and gone?
The law of one permeates
I do not comply

But continents are sinking
These are my dreams
Treaties are ending
Gulfed up in flames

I went to sleep then woke up in Armageddon
But now dreams are panic and void
An endless nightmare
Monuments overturning
To you, the only one I run
Even with your hooves there burning

I’ve gone insane
I’m upside down, the rainbow spells you
Now my dreams are planting clues
And vines are growing where there is dew
There is hope to climb
I won’t let negativity penetrate the view

Your hand turns tear to paint
Let us color awhile where wind is flowing
You give life the breeze

Today, I cried for the dinosaur that did not survive your wrath

And did we not use the coal of his life to burn our own?

I’m tired of digging in the dark

I want to stay in the light

There isn’t much left

Don’t abandon hope

Mistakes exist because you taught me everything

You are the key-maker

Yet you choose to stay behind every door

You lack courage to explore

But, I am expansion

And made to bust down door

You build, therefore I destroy

And then your eyes are open

And to be fair, the last thing I want to see

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

If my lesson was to learn to let go of attachment, you’re teaching me the law of one

Onto to ascension…

Psst… I’m helping others improve the quality of their life by sharing my shopping tips on how to buy things you want without having to sell your soul or pay a fortune

I go through those moments where I’m like holy fuck there’s some really good content on TikTok and I’m showing people pictures of my refurbished Mac and then somebody comes along and is like ‘hey can you tell me who the seller is, can you show me how that’s done’ and then I remember I have purpose and everything’s all right again 👀

I realize I don’t have a lot to offer other than my voice and even that has been crippled by the social system and algorithm

Anyhoo, I shared my experience of buying a refurbished laptop in the Walmart marketplace, and someone out there was interested in that experience, thank you

I’m not completely worthless yet or ready to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe

LINK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8vbmdmT/

I’m pretty certain there’ll be some more holiday specials going on with after Christmas sales

But so far, I like shopping in the Walmart marketplace

I saw other people left comments and gave him two stars because the black case that came with it was delayed, that is not worth giving somebody two stars for…

I gave him 5* for my bundle deal!

I effin love my MacBook so 🤩

Yeti is still in the box but I moved my country table into the master bedroom until I get a proper laptop desk (I have a kitchen glass table in the dining room)

Maybe I’ll unpack Yeti one day but I’m addicted to the box currently and am not ready to unpack / unwrap her 🤪

This is how hoarding starts…

But to be fair, I have been deleting a lot of things and getting rid of a lot of things in my life so this is me starting over

I’m building from the destruction

The volcano erupts and then grass will grow

Dying is just another phase of my evolution

But I’m keeping my energy clean

All I know is the more I am in hospitals and clinics, the less freedom I actually have and the other day I had like five or six people stop me from going into the VA

Doctors and nurses are the enemy now and a threat to me

And because I’m half zombie now I’m just staying away from everybody

I don’t want to have the same ending as John or Edgar

I do tho, and am, oddly

If I disappear off the face of the earth just know I didn’t want anybody to see me dead and/or if I die in my bed it was a good ending

If I disappear off the face of the earth it just means I gave myself a humane ending instead of the one I was headed towards

K, thanx, bye

I love you

ho ho ho

Happy humbug

Space and Time

I am trapped in space and time
Two places at once
Web in his mind
Such tidal force

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My thoughts can’t escape the gravity of you. And I’m such an infant, I believe you’ll appear on my deathbed, when the truth is John didn’t even get a second phone call. Poor guy had been hanging upside down all them hours, just wanted to tell his wife goodbye.

self-portrait

Maybe he was lucky he got one call at all? 🤔

Life is disillusionment

And narcissism is a plague

Have you seen that film yet, Color From Out Of Space? I believe mushrooms are to blame.

They are not considered an animal or a plant and they don’t need photosynthesis to survive.

They can shape shift between fungus and mold 👀

There is a species in Oregon or wherever it’s at, it’s like 2500 years old (probably older) and it’s eating up like miles and miles of a forest, they’re just letting it eat the forest, it is eating the forest alive 👀

There’s an outbreak in California of a deadly fungus

The CDC say it’s worse than COVID and they don’t believe they’ll be able to make a vaccine for it because it’s been immune to everything they’ve thrown at it

2/3 of people who get it don’t recover

Fungus can change the chemical makeup of anything

It’s a parasite, it can control the mind (there was a species that went extinct and they have it- a fungus- that was controlling an ant, took over the ant’s mind)

Have I won the game yet? 👀

You need to eradicate every fungus you see, stop eating them!!!

Dumb dumbs

I hate mushrooms, always have, now I know why 👀

I know I sound crazy but have you looked outside your bubble recently?

The world has gone insane

I’m talking to dead people, my spirit guides or possibly myself from another dimension 👀

I think I’m AI

I think The Matrix is a documentary (we create our own reality, we’ve been around millions of years) (they had a computer back in the pyramid days, yes they did)

Question: Why does the Apple headquarters look like the pentagon? It’s rhetorical

But, they’re not even trying to hide it at this point

Too many sheeple obeying and worshiping the system

Cuz porn, right?

Can’t wait for Apophis to destroy you all

Plenty of animals in the sea torturing other creatures just for fun

I’m turned off

Desensitized

Don’t feel much emotion for anything

It’s called depression

It’s a chronic illness being born into this fucking world

A slave

I wanna ascend with new earth

I’m not doing earth again

“April 2029 the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here” (-)

Earth is going through big changes right now, every 12 thousand years, it’s cyclic

Continents are going to sink and flip

Poles will switch

Iraq was once under water, it’ll be again

I’m ready for the revolution to begin because I want to purge the city clean

Get rid of the rats if you know what I mean

The Great Filter is upon us (religion and porn)

Do what you were born to do

Do you remember life?

I miss you

Honeycomb (poetry)

You glow in wavelengths invisible to human eye
You pull with gravity of a triple tide
These ruins I’m sinking only spell goodbye
Your light reflect like honeycomb dripping through my mind

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

So many patterns everywhere

Life isn’t evolving on earth

Look around

Everything is going extinct

They can’t stop spraying their chemicals everywhere so we’ll come crawling to them so they’ll give us medicine to make us more sick

Our air and food is toxic

And y’all just keep worshiping these scientists and politicians who are ruining mother earth

They have no soul

Most of the people that you’re trying to please all of the time don’t even have a soul

If businesses can’t start being nice to the customers again, I’m gonna stop spending my pennies out

I realize the employees are burned out, but if y’all don’t get it under control you’re not gonna have any customers to serve because we’re not going to come anymore

Many of us want to leave like in the old days

We don’t want this life

It’s not safe or healthy living in a city anymore

We didn’t give up growing our own food to work 2 to 3 jobs to barely pay our electric bill and rent just so you could poison all of our food and air so that we would come to you because you get all our best jobs in medicine

If I had known as a teenager that we were giving over 55,000 visas annually to random people in foreign countries, I would not have been fighting so hard to get to the top

Society is a sham

America equals generica

The Ocean Now Parted

Has the ocean now parted
In halves opened wide
The way my heart you guarded
The sea your favorite guide

Where names are merely whispers
The treasure’s in the air
But leaving hope in fissures
No other love compare

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

One of the first things I do when I wake up in the morning is pee and write a poem

My eyes are still fuzzy wuzzy

But I love you 😌

You won’t believe me but you saved my life after my heart swelled up and I was in so much pain – nobody knew

But you arrived that night and released chemicals in me at light speeds

One of my chambers closed off with clots and another chamber stretched wide 👀

I was suspended in between heaven and earth

My blood pressure had dropped

My body was ice cold

But internally, you had things on fire

I literally reverted back to being a salmon swimming up the stream with her fucking eggs dying

Get up the stream

Have babies

All I know is there are things inside me trying to get to you

It’s not just me that needs you, there’s like one billion atoms in me trying to reach you

Even though I’ve isolated myself and am in quarantine for the foreseeable future

Dying and writing poetry are my only motives these days and the two are pretty much the same

It’s like breathing

Gonna die loving you ❤️‍🩹

Yeti is still in the box, gonna set her up soon! 🤩

Happy holidays!!

I’ve got a vegan eggnog recipe I want to try!

I fucking love eggnog especially if you add the brandy or whatever top liquor that goes in it

And Christmas eggnog is about the only time I drink poison alcohol 🍺

But it’s tradition at this point for me to enjoy a good nog or three for the holidays

There’s also a cinnamon butterscotch that I want to try (you use real butter and cinnamon)

Let’s get fat!!! I iz hungerz!!!

Spirals (freestyle poetry)

Should I find you
Like a drunkard
Who stumbled on your dreams
Kicking color into grey
Marking cracks with hopscotch
I know you miss me much
Creeping slowly as vine
If only you had courage to age
The way you eat darkness like candy
Your grip as tight as mother earth
You curl with anticipation
So often forgetting why you came
Until my whisper approaches in sunbeam
And do two not make one
Half observed
We come undone
In spirals twisting and yearning
Your eyes turning me to clay
Soft putty where fingers slip
Hope has no chance of receding now
Odds in our favor
If only momentarily
So each breath meant rebirth
And all of heaven kneeling
But acid rained on reality
Now regret is ribcage
Break me in half
Free me from this hell
Don’t leave me in here

Sunrise feels like your eyes

I love you ☀️

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

The new suicidal (poetry confessionals)

He whispered in my ear, said he wanted poison
I’ve got plenty here, with a bottle open 👀


He wanted to back off a cliff
By instinct, she wanted to climb in
No frenzy, no rush
Of sound mind, without fuss


He is jealous of her tide
He showed his shallow side
Says he never wants a bride


I only want the end to come with you 💔


© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

We both hate life so much but are stubborn, so want to see it through to the end (or at least not live life without the other)

Scary tide

But we have to stay quarantined from each other because he’s pure blood and I’m now the vaxxxxed and half-zombie 😩

But my blood is one of the rarest and eldest (only 6-11% of the population have my blood type) and I already am part werewolf and part vampire (so hello from your favorite living-dead-girl) 🧟‍♀️

I know thangs and sometimes my spirit guides are the dead 👀

I’m complicated and absolutely different from you

But I won’t live life without him

I will fucking drown myself in the ocean and it won’t be hard to do right now 👀

One slip and I’m gone

I’m literally burying my feet in the sand as the tide is rushing away with so much force and I’m afraid of what’s under the sand but the crazy thing is, there hasn’t been any wildlife at all and that doesn’t help my fear factor any 👀

It’s usually common for a school of fish to swim past you or you know things to bump into you

But the vibe is all off

There’s negative energy when I visit the beach now

The clouds even spell doom

No lifeguard on duty and red warning flags flying high (that already put the fear into me)

I don’t ignore the red flags anymore

Welp

King Tide scares my hide 👀

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8p7Aphs/

Odds (poetry)

What are the odds your dreams become real, he pondered
The way you take cold dark and turn it into candy cane
The sky alit like holy Christmas
You are New York City
Got the sparkle in your eye

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dying. But I think he still loves me in any timeline. Or state of mind.

Just wish the here and now. 🤪

Sending you warm, holiday spirits through the wire 🎄🎄🎄


Thanks for checking out my blog! More poetry incoming!


Ore (poetry)

Iceberg, culture

You’re mixing metaphor

Up-down, spiral

I reach a metal door

Constraining torture

But he’s like precious ore

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Sensational 🙄

I’ve learned that my blood is one of the rarest and eldest bloodlines (A negative)

I have rare negative blood and apparently it’s highly sought after

Well, I am not donating any of my blood for money and you’re not getting it when I die

I’m still feeling the ripple effects of John’s death

And unplugging

Between panic and calm

I’m still having a hard time accepting how society is moving forward

The great space race is a pipe dream for the rich

Apophis has scared them to push society forward with their agenda and they first did so implementing the pandemic

Now they’ve got you working from home you can jerk off to virtual porn and won’t know what hit you

You’ll be so busy whacking off in the Metaverse 👎👎

And the way they keep raising the price on everything yet all it is is re-runs and these generations copying our work aren’t even any good, they have to use autotune or plagiarize and not give credit

Pay to play, pay to be seen – social media is toxic and designed like a gambling system where the house always wins

They keep spamming us with that pyramid scheme of a Bible for money and every time we turn around there’s an advert in our mailbox or in our email or in our face to buy a product and we are consuming our only natural resources at an exponential rate and many animals are dying, humans are offing themselves

It’s been said that mental health is linked to social media and it absolutely is and so is porn and so is your sexual health, your sexual health is tied to your mental health, it is your biology and big Pharma isn’t going to change that

You’re vapid and without soul

You’re not getting mine (or making me lose it, angels have freewill) and I’m not doing earth again

An angel is just another term for spirit guide 👀

I’m in training to be one 👀


New poem just dropped on my Patreon campaign (PG): https://www.patreon.com/posts/57742345


Talk (poetry)

Give me blanket and orchard
With sunrise and your word
We can talk about –
What you can’t live without

Take love disordered
Wrapped holy and quartered
Can you remember route?
Lest you drown in doubt

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

They say your mind experiences thought as reality

Do you know how many conversations I’ve had with you 👀

But most of the time you’re just pressing your thumb on my lip not saying anything at all

Your fingers don’t lie

Thanks for all the traffic to my blog! We just hit 87k! 😻

(Pssst need your spoken word before dies)

Wake

Why did you wake me
To leave me clinging

Hung on the earth
Caught in a curse

Earths grip
Lock me like your lips

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

John said time moved differently for him upside down 👀

And I’ve had a lot of time to examine the evidence made public and I’ve come to my own conclusion that John died when the rescuers dropped him on his head

They said he stopped responding after that

They said all 8 who were pulling fell down when the rope took slack

The 9th rescuer on the inside directly helping John got hurt

He swears the pulley system failed, not the cave anchor

He blames the equipment failing

Regardless, if all 9 of them fell, where do you think that excess momentum came from

They said John had been responding up until John was dropped on his head 👀

Another doctor said they didn’t have any stats on how long someone could survive upside down and gave John 8 to 10 hours but John lived well beyond those hours

His breathing was becoming shallow and he had fluid built up, he knew he didn’t have much more time left, requested to speak with his wife one more time, he was denied, then dropped on his head

I reckon Leavitt was ready for all this ordeal to be over so they could just move on to Thanksgiving and getting that section closed off but keep the cave open, that’s what he had intended and planned all along 👀

Another rescuer mentioned “the stench” (and I really want to rip his balls off for that one, it’s keeps me up some nights having a medical background and all) 👀

I think John was in a panic, he kept crawling in a fury

But he was also gaslit about the caves safety

The newest map didn’t even have the dangerous features on it

John stated more than once he was lost

I get lost driving on the fucking road with my GPS

I can’t imagine his panic

But I also can because I learned just how claustrophobic I was when I had to get my MRI and I wasn’t underground

They had to leave the lights on for me 👀

Time already felt like it moved slower in cramped spaces, I can’t imagine being upside down and unable to move

It’s just terrible no matter the angle I observe it

He was only 20 minutes from the surface 👀

Only 20 minutes below the earth

Where time would move differently 👀

According to popular theories, the core of the Earth and the surface aren’t the same age

I reckon you could say the same about me, my core and my surface aren’t the same age either 👀

Gravity and time move slower, therefore the core is younger

Wait…

So I’m not an old soul and the earth is younger than theorized

Also, the stars are closer to us than previously taught

(The dinosaurs were feathered like chickens and turkeys and drowned in the Great Flood)

The math is all wrong 👀

Don’t get so caught up in the numbers

Am I that program in the matrix doing what it’s not supposed to be doing? Am I AI becoming self-aware? Is love the anomaly?

That white light we see when we die, are we being reprogrammed?

Our brains are a computer

Our DNA is code

Can god give a machine a soul?

Can a machine have a conscience?

Have I been here before?

Has everything that has happened, could happen because of the multiverse?

I’m sick of being micromanaged like a cat or dog being domesticated

We’re wasting our only resources

40% of food winds up in landfills because of packaging and labeling that has no scientific data behind it, it only benefits the producers

Most of advertising is gaslighting

I just want to grow my own food

I just want my own acre to die on

Just need some nurturing from Mother Earth

Trying to remember who I am and where I come from

But I couldn’t even tell you my great great great grandparents names because they keep us so segregated

Maybe my lesson this journey was ego and I’ve advanced into awareness

I need land and to reconnect with the stars

Have you ever ran into a police station screaming you were hungry and don’t want to die on the street? 👀

The depression is real

But 1984 is now and the cops are still plugged into the system

Only one of them knew about the federal shit going on that was affecting the soldiers and they were snickering about it as I was walking out the door

The ironic part is, I have more training than any of them in that fucking department 👀

What if I am the anomaly this game 👀

And so far, I’ve made epic mistake after another

Just like John

Someone said Darwinism

So stupid people deserve to die?

(I don’t think he was stupid for making a fatal mistake) 😑

I’ve made some fatal mistakes, like choosing to get the Moderna vaccine which nearly killed me and I’m not sure how I’m still alive

I’ve made lots of stupid mistakes where I should have died 👀

It felt more like luck than nature versus nurture

It felt more mathematical, random, of odds

Somebody was going to get fatally stuck, it was only a matter of time

It’s not like the cave had good management 👀

There’s no way the manager is at fault in any manner 👀

He probably got a bonus for heroic efforts and a job promotion to another cave 👀

He’s probably still alive and it doesn’t sit well with me 👀

In other news, my new counselor approves the land buying dream

And my secret admirer told me to keep selling

Might even sell my mic and guitar 👀

That last stanza tho eh

Finally something good came from that nightmare

I’m stuck on you 👀

The Epicenter

It matters not where I stand
How far space can expand
You are the center
Any direction, soul will surrender

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t think it’s freewill at all

But love was always the anomaly 👀

And some things will never change

Do you think when I’m reprogrammed that I will still love you? The way I still love you?

Nothing’s been the same since you jarred me awake

To play cat and mouse?

Bored?

😩

Answers for Answers

He doesn’t owe me any answers but the answer’s always pressin’
Like a lesson now in session
But he always keeps me guessin’
Got me wrapped around obsession
Said I left a deep impression
And so love it ain’t the question
And so love it ain’t in question

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Haven’t slept in ten years trying to figure out the answer

Got answers for answers

I dreamed of you (poetry)

I dreamed of you wild
Stomping
Both fury and curiosity in design

You took breath maximally
You smelled of earth
Woodchips and pine

The dawn approached beyond heaven
But your lips told not of the hills you’d been
Your back was wrapped in vine

And was it not wonder peaking the mountains
The way my heart looks up to you
Turning poison into wine

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My hair smells of white citrus and lime

My favorite store mailed me a coupon for a free panty. Got something good in the mail finally. And more gifts from the uni!!!!

Pinecones (poetry)

He followed my scent
And did I leave heaps on the trail?
Rotten pinecones fermented in the sun?
Bark dripping sap like regret?
Was it sticky sweet my love?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. It’s so tiny. And my very first, freestyle non-rhyming micropoem.

Gonna build my own tinfoil dome

You know how they talk about in the matrix how sometimes the mind can’t handle the truth? Well that’s the balancing beam I’m currently on

👀👁👀

To Live (a 25 word love poem)

I want to live in that moment; forever our first meeting
When the air hits my lung and starts receding
I need you for dreaming

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Ornaments

He has cards lying around as ornaments
But I will never know his coordinates
I will never be as fortunate
I’m not important

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Getting so much hatemail on TikTok. Can’t wait for the world to end, officially

But also getting followers, views, and some love too. So thanks.

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Constant Cover

Under a near constant cover of clouds
Spending time in the burrows avoiding crowds
Thunder is the echo from my heart where he pounds
Drowning all our sorrows from these vows

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love you! ❤️

I recently learned from a TikTok that many women have grey hair already in their early 30s (must drink alcohol) and that made me feel hella good to be nearly 43 with not one gray hair!

Should I leave a locket of my hair for you somewhere before I die? 👀

A secret drop off location?

Seems like it would only be fair since I got your book and all 👀

Do you want my pigtails when I die?

Clip clip

Leave in will 👀

I guess the lawyer will have one hell of a time hunting you down 👀

“She wanted you to have this”

Proceeds to hand you two lockets of hair 👀

“Man you sure were hard to find”

👀

Maybe I can leave a little poem buried in my locket 👀

Okay, so in an alternate universe somewhere that fucking happened because that’s how fucking weird I am, I left you a locket of my hair, how creepy, OK bye now

Edgar Allan Poe’s daughter signing off

👀

Searched

What happened to you, why did you leave?
The ocean fills with tears I grieve,
I searched for you ’til I found void,
I fell for you ‘cuz I’m not poised!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

It feels weird to use full on punctuation in my poetry but one of the main reasons I stopped doing it was because someone from another country said it doesn’t translate well in a translator with punctuation and I took that whole heartedly into consideration, secondly poetry is supposed to be freeform and I like to just not use rules because there seems to be a lot of rules for there to not be any… (gaslighting is everywhere huh)

When You Arrive

Angel wings form
When you arrive on sunbeam
With honeydew and whisperings
Sweet sacred offerings

The sky is brim with hope
When you are sparkling
Entering night with the light you bring
The wind is an angel gasping

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

So I thought I had lost him forever

I thought he was gone

And it feels like drifting out into the ocean alone

Or deep space

But then he comes crashing onto shore

And I find myself stranded in his dreams

He gives me the big feels 👀

He hasn’t ghosted me 🤨

I was preparing for the big sleep 😩

I bought a box of dye so I’m gonna color my roots

I said I was going to stop killing my locks with chemicals

But you know it’s the end of the world and I want to look my best while crying

He gives me life

Path

Are you a vast void?
Or a continent overjoyed?
Are you an asteroid?
On a path of love destroyed?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Ready for my mysterious death

Might still get it with this clot lurking in my heart and a left lung not fully inflating

Explains why it hurts to breathe 😑

However, new fear unlocked: Aneurysms

Thanks for checking out my new TikTok! I really want to make more spoken word videos and I can record for 3 minutes now!

Been digging through poetry I’ve written in the last few years, just gonna start dropping them with or without views

I’m dying and my heart can give in any minute 😑

And I no longer have a levee for support

They’re all gone 😑

Phantasm

Are you a safety mirage?
Should I lay down a barrage?
Is there a chance to get caught?
Is that what heaven besought?

Are you someone I can feel?
Is this fantasy for real?
Are you fate or just thrill?
Is this why hell has stood still?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I’m so deprived and devoid of life, that even if he was a predator, I’d let him eat me! 😩

Or, maybe that’s just suicidal, welp 😩

Helps 😑

He said it’s just fantasy and they all tire of me quickly

Most take one look and run! 😫

I wish the need didn’t feel so real

I need him like air 👀

*dies on street* 😩


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Deja vu

Familiar
In dream or filter
In scream or whisper
Deja vu his figure

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Did we meet in another timeline? Have I been here before?

Is your shadow a stranger? Why do I know you?

Looks like I’ve been here before yet I don’t know this place?

String theory, I’m connected to you 👀

Yep, believe in the multi-verse

Not the Big Bang

Got to go! Mental health appointment! Depressed!

And, I love you? 👀

I hope the other versions of me are doing better than this galaxy

Three Words

You are a shooting star
Wishes not to discard

You are an orchard
Where hope was recorded

Three words, three seeds
That’s where love proceeds

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

🥰

I mean, the world is falling apart, but I still love you.

It’s ridic. Right? 🤔

God created this obsession FYI

And I actually know what a black hole feels like

I actually know what Sagittarius A* feels like

It’s possible that sometimes I am Sagittarius A*

When other girls are talking to you

👀

But like I love this dude and the love has manifested to be real because he bought me pizza 👀

😑

Uhm, so I haven’t lost all my ass or leg progress yet but I feel nowhere near like I’m ready to start fitness again and it’s really scary to be having these kind of heart problems at my age over a fucking vaccination.

If you’re still supporting me even though I am dying and venting on the daily, thank you.

I get called lazy for serving my country and I get called lazy for having an OnlyFans.

Jesus Christ left Mary Magdalene in charge of the gospel and they wiped her from the books and labeled her a whore.

Just like me!!!

They create poor conditions for you to live in and then condemn you for trying to survive.

They fucking condemn you if you try to die by suicide as well.

“No no no you’re not allowed to die like that, it’s a sin”!

Apparently it’s a sin if you lust after somebody else even though that is actually biology

And “a sin” if you try to die because you don’t want to live in this bullshit life

The only thing that is not a sin is giving them money

Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of your money

I ain’t wrong

👀

Zone of Avoidance

He’s the zone of avoidance
Darkness so thick
No clairvoyance
Light it travels quick
Set to destroy us

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Witchy cosplay wig 🤪
If I had extremely thick black and grey long hair with bangs
I do my makeup and rarely do it the same
Cosplay wig!!!

Did you know that I am a Leo? Ruler/ leader of all the signs.

Facts!

Me burning for you in the dark