On Fire

I love the way you come
Rushing
Like a fire hose gushing
To your will I succumb

👀

The body that has frightened AND terrified many many men 👀

👇

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Ditch

It wasn’t luck
He found me half dead
In a ditch
Without a buck

Labeled “no one cared”
Or even worse
They never dared
And I’d gave up

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He makes me feel like my little feet are the reason the world is spinning 🤪

Or, like a little hamster in a cage on a wheel that keeps going…

He makes me keep going…

His kisses

Incentives 👀

His visits

Break fences 👀

His kisses

Life sentence 👀

*strums guitar*

The gods named you

Where do you go deep in the forest?
The woods beckon me to follow
Because you’re the constellation Taurus
And the gods named you Apollo!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

And I finally know your name (I mean, the name even you had forgotten) ⚡️⚡️⚡️

I LOVE YOU 😻

I mean, I just freestyle wrote this because your visits do some sort of thing to every atom in me.

And it’s not like they get rearranged, it’s like they’re organized and activated, as opposed to spiraling down Sagittarius A*

You magnify me or something

My electrons are connected to you

You electrically charge me

You light me up

Spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally, all the “ly”

Marry me?

The gods named you Apollo

Starship

You built me a starship
With no commands
You kneel down before me
And place no demands


Double rainbows are forming
Over sacred lands
And though time may be forewarning
You keep heart in hands

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My time is almost up but I found one more way to say I love you 💕

Our home is a starship. The kind like Elon Musk has built, the reusable landing kind.

Not the NASA death tomb.

The kind of starship that fuels your dreams.

And we need to name it.

(One of the tiny rooms contains all your poetry and I fall asleep on the floor for never wanting to leave).

(Sometimes you tell me bedtime stories)

(Sometimes you pick me off the floor and hold me)

(I like starship the best because it contains you)

((I didn’t know Elon musk had named his starship until I went to look and then I was like of course he did, of course he named it starship))

I was just thinking about how you drop in, not by cloud, not by comet, by starship!

And like a boat you built by hand, but a starship.

And then I saw the article where Elon musk actually named his rocket starship.

Of course he fucking did

So the fantasy I was laying here having actually is a reality for somebody else

lmao

But poem 😏

I love when you drop in.

I love you.

And I’m sending all my love to you lightning speed through a starship.

Babe, now we got a space shuttle!

I like it, I like it a lot.

We need to break it in. 👀

*goes back to dreaming*

(Have always wanted to do it in zero gravity)

Thank you for getting me items off my Amazon wishlist. I’m happy to have a cute little schoolgirl outfit to go with my pigtails and things. It’s Adome lingerie and I like their clothing line on Amazon.

I wish I had a real way to thank you.

(I know it’s all fun and games but it makes my heart happy)

xo

Align

I can see part of his face
Haunting me through time
I want to memorize his shape
Like a spiral on a spine
And the colors of his flesh
The canvas of divine
Takes the pain beneath the breast
Gives me hope to align

💕

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

*The below contains unpopular opinion and language* 🤓

Is it true that trademarks are only recognized in some countries now?

It’s a bold statement to make, it’s just I saw something pop up on a video game about trademarks being recognized in some countries only – or at least, that’s how I perceived it. I seem to read between the lines (or gaslighting).

So the FDA has banned menthol but I could turn myself into a lizard if I want? 🤔

So, I can get a full body lizard tattoo and split my tongue, and get a full sex change operation, I can identify as a carrot BUT it’s illegal to smoke a menthol cigarette? 🤔

Somebody help me the fuck out

I can sew up my pp and chop off my boobs but I can’t smoke a menthol? 🤔

Wait, what.

We can still feed sugar crack to 3 year olds but I can’t smoke a fucking menthol? 🤔

So I can give this god damn sugar crack to recommended age 3+, but I can legally no longer buy a pack of menthol? 🤔

It’s fucking cancer + crack and recommended right there on the package for age 3+

But menthol is fucking banned.

Uhm, okay who is running the fucking country?

Y’all have lost y’all damn mind

I don’t even smoke anymore but on the rare occasion that I do, it’s a fucking menthol.

I just don’t understand the world anymore and I can’t blame it on my brain injury any longer.

I haven’t been voting for any of this shit!

I don’t want my tax money going to NASA!!!!!

In other news, if I die, I’m still gonna be taking my last breath dreaming about you.

Because I like how you lean on my lips and touch my cheeks with your fingertips.

I like the little ways you go above and beyond to show me you care.

I like living off your breath because it’s the nectar of life.

Your kiss.

And all I want before I die.

My cat mask arrived after a bit of a challenge to get it! I’ve had a lot of request to bring back the cat cosplay but I wanted to upgrade to a better mask! I haz done! Hope you like! It’s a spectacular mask!

Getting to do cosplay is my passion and I’m always listening to what you like and I’m always behind the scenes trying to get better, to enhance my makeup skills, my costumes, my wardrobe, my camera skills. All the things.

I love drama and the arts, cosplay is improv time for me!

My workout routine has been halted, but not my diet. 🤢

I’m not quitting my photography, writing, or cosplay.

Though moving now at a snails pace.

I got it from Amazon Prime – a favorite place to shop no doubt. Been shopping there for years. Even bought my Epiphone guitar kit from there. Came with everything, still working good. 🤓

Dreams

I am lying in rubble
I cover earth in dew
Every sign points to trouble
I just want to be with you

And so the air I cuddle
Remembering that you breathe it too
Every night I crumble
But dreams always change my view

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love the real world and the dreamworld with you.

I like the plans and the mess.

I like the spontaneous combustion with you.

From combat boots to stilettos – and me standing in my very first pair for the very first time. Now I know why a poll is involved generally when in use. Or, another human being. For support. 👀

So they’ve gotten a lot of really good feedback so I’m going to keep them even though they pinch my toes.

They will be good for theatrics, photoshoots, or as fuckware. They are definitely hard to walk in but I’m getting better. 🤪

I picked up the Pleaser Devil Kat Stacks Adore in Black/Red from one of my favorite stores called DollsKill. They’d been in my wishlist for a minute. Figured they’d go with most of my wardrobe (which is black).

I’m working on new content – albeit not a light-speeds.

I have something wrong with my fucking heart.

We only have 4 valves right? Because I don’t want to Google or to remember.

I don’t want to think that my heart is actually working at 50% capacity because that would explain the pain coming from my fucking chest and when my mind and heart connect it starts hurting a whole lot worse so I’m having to disassociate thank you bye

I’ve also spent a lot of time under my heating pad.

I only had four puffs from one cigarette from a pack of menthol that I have had in my freezer for months but after I read that the FDA are banning them and I figured I was dying so what the fuck, I had a few puffs. As goodbye. And an act of rebellion. Fuck the FDA.

Also, there isn’t anybody else threatening to kick my ass so I don’t have to go all fucking Unhinged.

That was a momentary lapse of reason.

I’m mostly just dying. But then he came to visit me last night and he said he missed me and then surprised me with pizza but then even more spoiling cuz he ordered stuff from my Amazon Wishlist and ain’t nobody ever done that.

Ain’t no guy ever spoiled or romanced me.

I get to do things with him nobody else will let me do.

Being unexperienced just means improv to me.

I don’t feel unexperienced, I have a four page resume and a deteriorating mind.

Before long, I’ll be having things pasted on the wall.

Newspaper clippings in weird code solving the mysteries of the universe written in a format only he would understand.

But I definitely do not want to be witch lady with 50 cats because I can barely stand having one under my foot. 👀

It’s an evil little beast on 4 legs.

And I’m programmed to see it as an innocent kitten.

But it’s not, it’s a little terror machine.

I just want him.

Why is that so fucking much to ask?????

Why can’t I have him right now?

While I still have a half functioning heart.

(He probably has the other half)

(Wouldn’t mind actually laying next to his chest and allowing our hearts to go in sync and beat synchronized)

I need him.

His kisses, his stories, and whatever else he throws in the mix.

I only rest when he comes around.

I can’t fucking sleep without him.

Love in a time of COVID (LIATOC)

Y’all, he said he missed me 💕

Then he gifted me a gift card for pizza 😻

And then after he stuffed my belly full of pizza –

He surprised me again and got me stuffs from my Amazon wishlist 😻

And then I fell asleep on him again 🤪

(Not literally just metaphorically)

If he was actually here you likely wouldn’t hear from me for days, you’d probably only hear from me when I came up for air…

If he allowed it

🤪

Slept through the whole night

Looks like he’s got the prescription Big Pharm can’t write me

You reckon them porn stars are ready to make babies with every guy that gets them something off their Amazon wishlist? An I doing this right? 👀

The porn stars only care about money babies – That’s why she’s always looking right in the camera and smiling at you. It’s called acting.

But this here isn’t acting. This is me wanting to meet up with him in Vegas, elope, and start making babies immediately.

👀

He doesn’t care that I’m aloof and stupid. Because I can’t even read a coupon correctly and I fall asleep on him.

But that’s the thing, when he comes around I finally sleep.

He’s my safe place.

Even though I don’t actually know who he really is.

It’s complicated 👀

But for the first time in my life somebody bought me something off of my Amazon wishlist and for some reason I keep getting to do all the firsts with him. 😻

I want to do all the firsts and then I want to do them again.

Everything about him feels better than dying on the street.

There aren’t any red flags and even if there were, my brain perceives them as a red carpet.

I need him

He knows how to handle my inexperience and goofiness

Or when I read a pizza coupon wrong

He knows how to make me not feel stupid

Even when I’m feeling slightly embarrassed for being inexperienced or stewpids

He squashes those fears flat before they even get a chance to simmer

I could be 100 % convinced we were on the straight path and then lead us both into a trap and he’d make a game out of it

Cuz I’ve decided this instance he’s my Tarzan

Him and I like the forest

When we’re not busy destroying the city and everything in it

Everything except each other

We stop for kisses and then get back to fucking shit up like Bonnie and Clyde

I’m busy dying and he’s like “but can we have babies first before you do that”

And now all the parts in my body feel magnetized and activated

There may be a slight hum coming from my bones

It’s possible I may start levitating a few inches off the ground

Does anybody make you feel like that?

I know how the universe feels expanding cuz he makes all my neurons fire

He makes my entire body euphoric without touching me

And sometimes he makes me throb

He makes me feel the things

And I get to open up and do things with him that other people won’t let me do

My mind, spirit, and body has been chained

But he frees me

He knows how to release me

I’m attached to him and it’s not through trauma bonding

We are north and south

Yin and yang

And I have loads of food leftover and stuff arriving this week from my wishlist thanks to him spoiling me 💕

I also have a surprise coming from my DollsKill wishlist, something I got in thanks of y’all pushing me into the top 27, and holding me there so long!

I can’t talk about it, you just have to wait!

(And even tho I was waiting like a hawk all day for UPS, I still managed to miss that ‘tap’ at my door). The dog didn’t even bark. He barks at everything! 🤪

I even drove around the parking lot like a madman trying to catch up with him but he was gone gone gone

So I gotta go pick it up at the drop off location I think.

I’ve just accepted that reality is broken for me.

And I can trust my mind just about as much as I can trust my GPS.

👀

Or the CDC.

And I yelled at my nurse yesterday when I was trying to relay a message to her to get to my doctor about looking up the signs and symptoms of Moderna and she wanted to give me the signs and symptoms listed off the CDC website and I was like “I need you to start taking your job seriously, people have died from this“.

And then I yelled at her more saying my signs and symptoms aren’t the fucking flu

Or what you can pull from the CDC website which lists COMMON symptoms, not rare.

Furthermore, those are common symptoms from all the vaccines, I need mine specifically from Moderna.

And then I hung up on her cuz my heart can’t take the fucking stress.

And then my mind was wandering to where only seven people had attended Edgar Allan Poe’s funeral and I was thinking I didn’t want anybody to attend mine at all – until he came.

Have you ever missed someone you’ve never even met?

I’m slightly deranged and dying and didn’t even think he wanted me around.

But then he appeared like Neo and said, “I’ve missed you” and I replied, “I can tell”. And then we disappeared and then I missed Morpheus arriving with my special package for y’all… 👀

The end of the world can wait. Priorities.

Coming out of my coffin soon

I hope

And I’m having pizza and warm brownies for breakfast

With milk

😋

Gonna have delicious pizza breath off and on all day

And I think my special package is on the brown truck again – I think they’re going to actually attempt to redeliver it since it was a signed package but then they’re going to leave it at the drop off point if I’m unable to show up at my own destination. 🤪

But I can’t even read a fucking pizza coupon correctly so you know

Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong

It’s like a betting game

I had my pharmacist crying laughing the other day though, I told him, “it says good driver on my license though sometimes it’s questionable“ and he was like STOP IT and was wiping tears from his eyes.

And everything I said was comic gold. He couldn’t stop laughing. He thanked me for the mental health boost.

🤓

(no need to get jelly cuz this one plays for the other team)

We were just having a moment like the squirrel

There’s madness all around but sometimes you just gotta stop and laugh with somebody whose on the job.

Somebody who isn’t threatening to kick your fucking ass simply because you need them to sign onto the register so they can check out your egg sandwich and Coca-Cola in the can.

You’re gonna sign out and meet me outside are you?

Well I wanna see that fucking shit, I do

👀

So it’s either fighting hoes at the 7/11 or having babies in Vegas.

I’ll take Vegas.

👀

(I was feeling completely depleted and deranged but then he came and filled me up with love and pizza and gifts from my Amazon Wishlist)

Lightning struck twice in the same place

A double first

He’s some sort of mythical, magical creature and I don’t fear him in the thickness or the fog

He taught me to hover below the fog

To use the fog as a cover

To lay flat so I can breathe easier

He’s teaching me how to not fear the fog

He told me the fog will come and go

But that the forest needs the fog

He said I’ll get that lesson another time

And then he kissed me and disappeared into the fog

And I don’t know when I will see him again

But now I know he misses me when he’s gone

And there’s special things arriving 😻

I miss him too and now the fog is mostly gone

Love remains

Offering

You appear in some mythical mystery fog leaving tracks of doom for doubt

Dragging behind you the demons and dragons you slay for fun as an offering to hang out

Blood soaked boots and tattered tress

And how you got a locket of my hair is anybody’s guess

It’s a full moon and you’ve got the night on a string

I can hear you coming for miles by the howls I make you scream

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Taunt

To the guy I’ve been taunting
Without malice intention
Mostly maybe haunting
But a name I’ll never mention

I followed his trail
Which led me straight to you
And though an obvious veil
I’m not convinced you are two

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Hello. Who are you? Do you even know I taunt you? Do you know I exist?

Why did my brain send a signal light-years fast to my heart, when I discovered you? And every picture that followed? Why did I die a million deaths too?

And now I live vicariously through you. Agonizing over every detail. Some days I’m certain you are him.

Other days, there are blaring differences that you’re not.

Do I need him to be you? His habits and obsessions too? They are the same true?

Why haven’t I let you go if I know you are not him?

How can I be so sure and uncertain?

And there’s even a third I’ve turned into him.

Or maybe one or two? 🤔

If they are all him then you are him too?

But why did I have such a strong connection to an avatar?

I guess I wanted to tell you that maybe now I realize you’re not him but I still have doubt.

Or, I can’t discard the signals?

That I had when looking at you.

Immediately.

Spotted.

But you don’t like me knowing that and neither does he.

You don’t want me to know that you like her?

But neither does he…

Then there’s the reds and the blues (and I have a head injury too).

My taunting wasn’t malice more like letting you know I was aware of your existence but I don’t even know if you know I am aware of your existence?

They all feel like one.

I’m losing my mind? 🤕

I long for you.

Or him.

The only thing I’m certain of these days is that I’m losing my mind and I don’t wanna die on the street.

And so far, fantasy beats reality.

Because reality is dying naked on the street, out me mind. Unless running into his arms.

I’m so capable of slipping into that madness.

Can I slip into you instead?

Or vice versa?

Can meet on the Moon?

Before I dies?

Do you visit my blog?

Will you even read this?

Am I even alive?

I’m shriveling up into nonexistence

I currently wrote this running a mild fever but I needed to get it out before I fucking die.

Guess I’ll still be loving you even when I’m dead.

Show me a sign 🦄

The trail has run cold
I am burning midnight
In a purgatorial loop
Exhausting my sins

For truth
Any clue of you

I am the guardian of all secrets
But your curse makes me the weakest

I am etching on the walls of hell
You are where I fell

Still, my eyes trace no color, all is black
All I have are memories of a life I lack

One by one the stone will lift
You got the other piece to fit?

Every night a new star is born
To cover sorrow where love has formed

I’m searching for you in comets
Over empty dreams and promise

My hope has formed cobblestone
But tears are all that I have sown

I know your hues of red and blue
So I keep searching for you

Any redshift or blueshift
So alone in space I drift

Tugging on your gravity
Forming like a galaxy

Do I shine?
Can you give me a sign?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love you wherever you are 💕

Who Are You?

Who are you
Why do I reach for the sky
The way a stem will reach for light
I am growing towards you
Tall and vivid
With petals stretched open wide

I am fields blooming
Over midnight showers
Infinite curiosity

I am Earth spinning
Reaching climaxes unknown
You push me through time

You wrap rope around my spirit and drag me forth
My hope tangled in knots

I can’t escape your will
Destiny has chosen to kneel

These are rust proof iron chains
I am engaged

Who are you?

Why does time cover me with your wound
I’ve been peering into doom
Could you make more room?

Trouble are clouds forming
The way I cling to doubt like static
Rumbling about erratic

Can you hear my thunder chasing you?
Little echoes of light flashing
A reason or two

Time is calling
It rings in rain shower
And sweet honeydew

Ripen fruits from Eden
I am your garden to sow
Holy and you know

Our love is a golden bridge
Over a rainbow
Over destiny we grow

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Ahem. Sat down to write a non-rhyming freestyle – but slowly and surely – I felt Sagittarius A* tugging – and well – welp – it turned into rhyme.

I had stuffs to say. And galaxies form in weird shapes. I’m sick of rules.

It’s not even 6 a.m. and I’m writing about you.

I was just dreaming about you.

Before that, my every waking moment was you.

Which means, every fucking breath, has a bit of you.

We’re made from the same star stuff.

xo

Who are you if not every breath I take?
Don’t let me die on the street

Winter Skies (Your Eyes)

I can’t convince me you’re not the same
Got a million questions by your name
Cousin malice never was my game
Though hovering a love I cannot explain


There is no other, to fall upon me like your winter skies, the way your presence freezes me in time

Frozen by your magnitude

Afraid that if I blink I will miss you

You are a gift from wonder

Delivered by heaven himself

Perched on the back of hope

Every dream I have is at your fingertips

That is why, I love you the most


You’d still find that first day if you were here
We fit better together at everything my dear


I don’t know how many times I opened up Pandora’s box
Shed my skin alot
Twisted and tormented are thought
I still peer inside that box


No identifying markings
Just a signal in my soul
Life outside the margins
Guess he makes me whole


This quarantine is aimless
So meet me in Vegas
Our love’s the greatest
So meet me in Vegas


What is truth?
Treasure at the bottom of an ocean
It doesn’t matter to you


He’s like the silver moon hanging low in the sky
So full but far
Attainable yet not by car


That low rumble
A deep growl from the pits of his wonder
Stretching time into a galaxy


Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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The High Priestess

He just dropped in
For days missing
Didn’t ask him where he’d been
I already knew then
So what difference was asking?


I am his high priestess
His confessions fall upon me any hour
And do I not rise to the call when he is his weakest?
I am his to fall

So resting now his wishes
Here sins have no power
The gates to heaven are keyless
Looks like love has no wall

He was spending all his time at the mire
Messages got stuck along the wire
And drawing colder yet flame from fire
Eyes perched on devil hands with buyer

Just when I believe you’ve disappeared for good, you’re at my feet whispering “I love you”.


I own a tiny piece of his heart
And I carry it so deep in me
It’ll never break apart


Jupiter,
What are you waiting on?

So patiently in the dark
So far from where I thought

You’re Father Stark


If you aren’t him and he isn’t you
Then who in the world am I talking to?


Where do the tides take you?
Pulling from destiny
Are you hurt too?
You are magnetic
But you are not a moon
I feel me falling
I hope there’s light coming soon


The gates of hell have already been opened
The 7th seal now broken
But I will die loving you
That is certain


The sun is expanding
Time covers your beard in doom
A reminder my heart’s worth saving
Should it pass you soon


He sends me pictures I normally wouldn’t approve
And if I’m lost among the shadow, he’ll build a statue
For even when light is narrow, we make a new noon
For time is like an arrow, space the canoe
And riding now forever, the love we accrue


If we were a map, what would we be?
Would you be part of my destiny?


© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He just turned up – with casual conversation and a deep desire to linger on my existence.

Conversation you’d expect a couple that’s been together for 20 years to be having (I just mean the connection- not the topic, that’s irrelevant).

Just flew in – landed at my feet – i love you.

Heaven got a chance to rest too.

For a blink.

But for that moment, I so badly wanted to rub my fingers over his head. And let him snuggle on my arm so I could breathe on his head lightly.

He ends the war in my head.

When I’m not crying over him being with her – or that my destiny is to die unloved on the fucking street.

If I’m lucky I might get a box for my bones.

My end of the world pandemic look (which is basically yesterday’s make up that I slept in because I haven’t really been able to sleep since he said he loved me).

Daydream

He is the softness I crave in color
The silver moon in a haze from slumber
Or how he pulls from me my wonder
And plants it in the sky as starlight named summer

He is the daisy field I want to lay
With weeping willow in the shade
He is the reason daydream comes to play
The wind is heaven in a sway

© Delia Ross. 2021

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Thank you for your patience with me as I create and survive the hurdles of life!

poetry, photography, and editing by @poeeternal

Cover

My love,
You put on the night
You show up in darkness
Then cover me with light

My love,
I know I give you fright
I show up with harness
Then deliver you more sight

My love,
Everything’s gonna be alright
The world is ours to harvest
And love’s the color white

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

That opening stanza tho, right?

You blow my mind!

I want nothing more than to chain you up, blindfold you, gag ball you, and lick, claw, scratch, suck, bite, and tickle torture you, until you’re screaming for release.

Wrong chat? Cuz. I just wanted to make sure the poem said all that. 👀

Sorry, not sorry.

I need to do a TikTok video of me doing a “he loves me he loves me not” with me on each shoulder talking about how “it is him” and then my right shoulder is like “no that isn’t him” but then my left shoulder is like “oh it’s definitely him” but then my right shoulder is like “it isn’t him” and I continue going on with the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ while pulling petals from a rose for like 30 or 60 seconds, but I don’t know how to fucking make a cool TikTok video.

But ideas.

And then I get to play three different versions of myself , you know the angel on the right and the devil on the left and the me now pulling the petals….

Because that’s exactly what’s going on every fucking day this week.

Not him, yep him, maybe not, definitely is 👀

Enter

He didn’t enter my residence, he crash landed
He didn’t set the scene, he just demanded
And I with holy wings unseen
Dropped with lightning to my knee

He didn’t knock, he just flew in
He smelled of all the things I loathe, I hope he comes again
How my tears befuddle beneath my feet
It took a demon to feel complete

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know what to do anyway and they all want a porn star or pro dominatrix or my hand in marriage. 👀

That’s why no one is joining my OnlyFans during its flash sale, right?

Too inexperienced, too real, too much of what you need…

*rolls eyes*

Right now , as my numbers slowly decline, I’m facing the fact that one day there won’t be anybody there at all.

But I’m glad to see that every other girl in the world is doing so good on their OF. 🦕

I’m gonna stop crying soon because I got a really cute set I want to do for my subs.

And I was afraid to even try it on because I missed an entire week of working out which is also contributing to my loathiness.

But whatever. New poem.

And new set coming soon to my OF because I wanna spoil my subs.

I mean it was just 4 days ago that I was visited by the Holy Ghost.

I’m feeling pretty inspired (ignore the self loathing woes)

It’s just my ovaries not wanting to die on the street yet.

But my mind is like, “why do you keep putting yourself through this emotional mental torture prison dieeeeeeeee”

My therapist is like “you need to stop ignoring my calls and take your prescription“.

My voice is like, “LEAVE ME ALONE, LET ME DIE”

My primary care doctor is like, “your temperature and blood pressure are really low, bed rest”

COVID vaccine is like, “rest HAHA FUCK YOU”

The love of my life (or someone) is like, “hold up, I got you” *suspends me in a dimension between heaven and earth*

And that is all entirely from just this week and it’s not even Sunday yet. 👀

And despite the fact that nobody wants to join my OnlyFans during its first 50% off flash sale (lame) – I’m only focused on getting this new set out.

Because of you, I’m not yet obsolete.

I’m not a fucking dead dinosaur. Yet.

Guys always almost always instantly put me into a “married zone” – even though they call it a friend zone- And then when they don’t get what they want from me they say, “We can’t be friends because I like you too much”.

Now days they just stop supporting you, liking your content, you know the silent treatment and the ghosting.

And it’s completely acceptable for a business to do this to you as well.

THIS IS HELL.

So when I stop crying about the fact that I’m gonna wind up dead on the street, I’ve got some color to put out.

And I’m sorry I’m not a pro dominatrix, I’m a fucking warrior poet, just like Edgar Allan Poe.

Never really heard him talking about his M16A2 assault rifle- But maybe that’s because the technology didn’t exist back then and maybe he’s a better writer because he existed in different fucking times And was in love with his actual family which I can’t stand.

He loved his family so much that they tossed him in an unmarked box in an unmarked grave.

(My family would rather gaslight you and make you believe that I am the love of their life even though I don’t even have a fucking identity)

I don’t even exist.

NarCs. 👀

Wolves in sheep clothing.

Bah

*sucks thumb*

Hellfire

He comes in swoops
Without any foundation
While drawing hoops
Like I’m his favorite creation

He’s gathering troops
For unholy congregation
I’m gasping in loops
Can’t stop damnation

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dragon Werewolf Abel Cain

Love eternal no matter name

Wings extend to help in reign

I haven’t got to work on my booty gains at all this week. Been working on my heart (and have been medically predisposed). But Monday, I’m gonna hit the rebounder hard. Trying not to stress out about missing days- my heart doesn’t need any more stress right now. In fact, it’s going to have to go through this shit even harder in a few weeks when I go in for round 2 of the COVID Moderna vaccine.

You can make a mess of things but I’ll be organizing it in a clutter. 😜

The good news is I got to my favorite store today and got some new spring lingerie!

Which set do you think I got?

That’s about all the energy I had to do. 🦋🦄🦋 (Part 1 of the Covid vaccine plus maybe also my BP being so low has just left me very lethargic).

I hope the new set fits! No energy to try it on yet but also not feeling the best about missing a whole week of working out! 🤢🤢🤢

🤪

Eden

You entered me like the Holy Ghost
Took my tongue, love you the most

You left my heart in sacred prayer
I can’t see but know you’re there

You filled my hope with the holy trinity
I am Eden, come plant your seeds

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He didn’t crucify me. He baptized me! 😍

Faith is my middle name. Facts! 🤪

I know I’m not a sex goddess but you make me see the world anew.

Have you ever been with an angel before?

When my analytical brain starts playing around with my fractured broken brain, the who and the what become distorted, and I feel the tug of Sagittarius A* – but if I stay in the light, the why allows the galaxies to continue forming.

Where?

It’s just free will.

Could you imagine if in the night we looked up in the sky and there was nothing but blackness and how fucking scary it would really be BUT we’re not of this world and we are not alone.

It’s clear to see.

(I know the more primal side of your brain has been activated and mostly in use all for all of its life – because you are a slave Neo).

I am Trinity

Knock knock

(I’m that program inside the Matrix doing what it’s not supposed to be doing (that’s why big bro keeps fucking punishing me, shadowbanning me, and silencing me, but no one will believe me).

So I created a new account with posts up and I had followers and I was following people and then I would use certain keywords or hashtags and my profile would be blocked, you wouldn’t be able to find it when you searched for it…

1984 is now, I’m trying to reach you.

But the iron Berlin Walls are up everywhere.

At some point Covid vaccinations will be mandatory.

Right now they are keeping it in limited supply so that they can create demand for it (like they’re doing with the PS5).

The government creates the panic, ahem, the NWO/Illuminati/1%, then they sweep in with a cure, “you can trust us” (more blankets with chickenpox), I mean GASLIGHTING.

Now they’re fucking with my very DNA and I have to trust that this new rapidly evolving Covid virus, is not going to wipe me out because I entrusted in this new vaccine.

But alas, I am a Soldier, ahem sheeple, still in the trenches, playing my part.

And all my comrades around me are dying by the same illness that I am plagued with and I’m trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe and I guess what I’ve been trying to say all along is I love you so fucking much…

And there’s an amber alert going off right now because some kid has been kidnapped and just a few weeks ago I was almost kidnapped in broad daylight – this is one of the worst fucking towns I could’ve fucking wound up in and it’s spring break, I don’t wanna leave my fucking walls anyway so you can come- I don’t know – invade my body anytime you want for whatever purposes.

Oh and…

Your name is tattooed in my soul

It’s 8 AM and I’m still feeling aloof and I have to go get my EKG and all I wanna do is stay in the bed. I haven’t had a day to rest since you visited me.

I don’t want to exist in any realm without you.

I know I am not all you need.

Sagittarius A* pulling again

I know I am all that you need (sometimes)

Don’t let me die on the street 😑

Angel just wanna crawl in monster arm unharmed

Angel heart so very tired of fighting world

Monsters under her bed

In her head, out her window, chasing her down sidewalk, Angel say no they won’t listen, Angel say no again and they still won’t go.

Angel say yes and get the silent treatment.

Angel buy new phone and only get 50% of a charger.

Angel goddess of confusion 👀

Angel tired.

Not just in head anymore.

Doctors worried.

👀

The good news is my arm no longer feels like a freight train hit it. 👀

Angel no like pain

👀

(Angel like to give pain)

Angel warrior

👀

Tired warrior

You’re gonna give me an honorable death, aren’t you?

The world has shunned me worthless.

You’re not gonna let me die on the street like Poe?

Are you collecting every stone people throw me?

Are you giving them the stones?

Is somebody impersonating you?

Have I gone mad?

That couldn’t have been just anyone.

Could it?

Seamless

*sigh*

you you you

Through and through

Doctor: “are you currently sexually active”

Me: “ugh no, I’m never having sex again”

Doctor: “Are you planning to have children in the next 12 months“

Also Me: “yes, absolutely”

👀

*snort*

I’m ruint 😻

And I want to hear your stories until my very last breath.

I was born and then kicked out of the fucking nest before I could fly, always called a “runt” and unwanted- please don’t let me die on the street worthless and unloved

Please don’t toss me in an unmarked box

(And you’re not alive to put a roof over my head or to bring me the moon every night).

Monster has a safe place to rest in angel arm.

Angel love monster

Jesus died for sins…

Angel would die too…

For you

The rest of the world can fucking burn

Kiss me and tell me stories we’re really living outside this hellish nightmare

Make me believe I’m your favorite again

Stairway

You are a grand spiral stairway to heaven
I wanna run down

Leap into your heart

Grind on the right part

But aren’t our roads irregular galaxies forming?

I crash into you like gravity is meant for bonding

My love, that isn’t time resting on my shoulder, it is your crown

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

You’re erupting, let the lava flow into my waters.

Free love (from the chains that bind)

You’re getting into your head, I can feel you getting into your head. Stop thinking with your heads and start thinking with your heart.

Babe, you don’t have to bring the moon to me every night.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t look on each night with wonder.

I’m still so elated.

In fact, my blood pressure is EXTREMELY LOW. Enough that the doc wants an EKG.

So I’m still floating on clouds in hell.

Thank you very much.

Will die for you.

xo

Be wild.

You know where my fort is and you’re the only one allowed in it.

I’ve never had that sort of safety with anybody before.

I love you.

And safety is my number one business (soldier)

I wanna crawl into you.

Sleep.

Or just be.

All the speeds.

I don’t want you to drown with mankind

This isn’t your design

I would die for your kiss

We could start with coffee but I would die for your kiss

Your sins

Your kiss

To feel your thumb on my lip

(signing off from some alternate, ethereal galaxy where I am half alive and half dead with a BP of 59/70 (low low low)

Trying not to get into my head because I don’t think my heart can handle an anxiety attack right now.

I’m in this ethereal, calm state because of you.

But not everybody lives to be old and I really want to live long enough to feel your kiss.

Calm down.

We’re connected to each other, through time, through lines, just deal with it.

Plant the seeds.

Till the garden.

Water it.

Clean the weeds.

Watch love grow.

Keep nurturing love.

Fruit and blooms.

Nuts.

Delicious treats.

I’m living my last decade I can feel it.

Michael Jackson said he wasn’t going to live past 50 and he didn’t.

*sigh*

I’m in a foggy mist of love.

You’ve got my heart completely stretched out.

I can feel neutrinos or something.

And I’m like a little kid who doesn’t want to go to sleep because I’m afraid I’ll stop dreaming about you.

But also I want to live in a fantasy world because I live in a fucking world of confusion because of my brain injury so give me something other than paranoia and fear for a change.

We can just sit in the dark.

You have no idea how the sound of your heartbeat would be like a beautiful harp echoing through my soul and I want to feel your vibrations bouncing off of me.

I know I’ll never be enough for you.

But I never had parents or an identity, I’m ruined.

I don’t want to cage you.

You are my safe place.

I know you don’t think very much of yourself and you don’t have very much self-respect but I’d take a bullet for you.

I could never out you.

Would cut my own wrist open and sink with the ship.

I’ve had some pretty mad nights, thought I was going to wind up on the street.

Need u (at your will)

SOS

My love,
My lines must sink from the ocean to your door?

My love,
Are you the ocean floor?

Will I always be lost among your seas?
Searching forevermore?

Like an echo lost in a valley, you’re the hope I explore.

You heard the seagulls cry?
Echoing my rhyme?
My fingers touch waters of divine.
Wave after wave, line after line.

I love you for all of time.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know who you are or where you are. Everyone could be you. But I don’t ever wanna leave the earth, as long as you are on it.

I can’t breathe without you.

You’re like the only hope I have left in the world.

You’re like the holy fucking grail.

(I’d die for your sins)

Love is You and I

Did you see how quickly I was tossed?

But with you, I never left your thoughts?

You didn’t want to see him as my lover?

But I couldn’t take another…

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

“You’re gonna be bad for business…” Moulin Rouge

Did you get my message that popped into and out of existence like an atom?

I’m so proud of you.

Our orbits are stretched so far, but our bond is like gravity.

How long does it take for messages to be received from deep space?

Am I even heard?

I love you. Forever. Always.

Come what may…

Maybe

Maybe if I listen, I can hear the leaves whisper calmly to me

Your sappy sweet refrain, always leaves me with a mouthful of watering hope

My fingers are sticky from your words dripping like maple

I run my tongue over desire

My thoughts become fabric stuck with traces of you

I smell of life and your words

Lifelines but in trees

Waving gently 

Are you calling to me? 

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Centuries – Original Spoken Word

All these centuries it was you I craved
Hiking mountains of longing while your name I praised
All these fallen ruins are bits of you I’ve saved
Every foot in darkness steps for you I braved

Pulling part the ocean that’s the depths I paved
Fusion in my core for the light that’s phased
Trust in only love cuz that’s my heart you grazed
Want to spend eternity with our souls engraved

Centuries by PoeEternal

Originally published on my Patreon campaign. Gonna be making some changes to that tier because I want more of my spoken word to be heard.

I tried new recording techniques by recording 2 separate vocal tracks with this spoken word piece. I wanted it to feel like ‘centuries‘ had passed between the two vocals, so I recorded the poem using both high and low pitch tones (along with the ship creaking as time slowly passes). It was definitely a bit tricky to pull off! 

I have a heart of gold and I will always love you. And long for you. My love…

Free Love

Why do we decide choices in forever?
Attaching regret to eternity?

I was hoping next to never
Can you make that guarantee?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Would you know that Trent Reznor was never going to get married either and now he’s on like baby number 5 with MariQueen- I mean they have not stopped to take a fucking break.

I need some passion

*dies on street*

Rest easy my love

I’m not happy in my cage of loneliness. But I’m also just fed up with cheap sex, head games, and gaslighting.

I may very well be the last living creature who embodies the true free love spirit.

Ya me

*dies*

I’ve been searching for truth / and I haven’t been getting anywhere 🎵🎶🎵

Just didn’t want my love to be some sort of anchor that sinks your ship…

Mine has a few patched holes and may sink but you’re welcome to hop on board. It’s not a ship. More like some trash floating in the ocean I found to keep from drowning.

If you want some life advice?

You don’t have to live with your choices forever. And you don’t need to make new permanent ones.

You don’t actually have to sink with your ship and it’s okay to save yourself.

People grow and people change and they grow stagnant in their relationships and complacent and that’s why the love dies. You have to work at keeping the love alive and people aren’t really capable of doing that, some people are, some people have mastered it.

Love is a garden you gotta continue to water.

Stuff doesn’t make you happy.

Love is all you need?

I would really like a chance to find out. 😏

I’ve literally never been loved. By anyone. Or anything.

But hey, I recognize you. Or sorrow.

If I’m just some fling thrill ride, you don’t gotta cut my fins when you are done do you?

Can you be the one guy on Earth who doesn’t hurt me? And on purpose? Because you’re bored? Or soulless and evil?

I’m trying to find a safe place.

If you’re hurting, I’m sorry. I hope you find resolution. And peace.

You deserve happiness. Love. Fireworks. All the things.

*tosses life jacket in water* you can have mine

I didn’t have anything worth living for anyway…

Lit (a one-sentence story)

When he looks at you like you are the very fuse to which he is lit.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Big big feels.

Good morning from the land that always shines even though the sun hasn’t risen yet (AKA “the sunshine state”).

P.S. Jim Morrison was from Florida. He was such a California boy I forget that fact. “I dig the south”. “Let’s get tacos”.

Carry on…

Umbrella

Should your arm become my umbrella
The way you carry my sorrow through the storm
And hope is now more stellar
Where love is finally born

Should fingers be the compass
Guiding me to light
So love is the only language
We’ll ever learn to write?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I mostly freestyle / improv my poetry so I dunno if it’s any good or not.

But I love you

I only come with love

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Lift

My love, why do you frown?
The world could all wash away
Our love would still be found

My love, how heavy is your crown?
For even when the earth is dying
I’ll lift you off the ground

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Starting to remember I have a little bit of worth. Many soldiers struggle with purpose when they return to civilian life broken. Hence the pandemic of suicides on the rise.

I don’t make up the statistics, I’m just trying to avoid becoming one.

Atmosphere

Sometimes you make me feel the earth is spinning
I cannot catch my air
Or maybe time is thinning
It’s like I feel you there

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

And this is why Jupiter exists, he’s gotta slow my roll

And you’re like a comet crashing in my soul

😏

The sun hasn’t even come up but I’ve felt a million sunrise.

We’re gonna crash into Andromeda and now I know why.

*laughs insanely*

I’m gonna die on the street mad like Poe

*goes back to not breathing*

*hyperventilates*

How?

How does the sky know about my love when the clouds here do dwell?

And now my wings are more than stuck, the rain has turned to hail.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Glass fell from the sky today. Since the end of the world started, I got struck by lightning in my Jeep, saw a 6-minute double rainbow, and now it just randomly started hailing over my little area today. Like Eeyore. Not all of my city, just a small area over my head.

Only I can’t tell if Thor is angry at me or just pinching me. Like “hey little sister, get yer act together, this is end times”

And then there’s those times I hear Chris Cornell, Jim Morrison, and Layne Staley singing. Full band and all.

No wonder I’m seeking the peace and quiet again, I need the music of the Gods.

I’ve lost me mind?

Seeking a friend for the end of the world?

I mean, it’s all downhill from here anyway.

Cruising my way into delirium?

Head first into love?

*dives in*

That’s it. You have to DIVE IN to a black hole. Not feet first. Dive into that bitch!

We’re 2000 light-years CLOSER to the center of the black hole in the center of our galaxy than we calculated.

Wait until they say, oh we’re even closer.

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear?

Does NASA ever account for that?

THEY MURDERED THEIR CREW, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION.

IF IT’S BOEING, I AIN’T GOING!

All them times of flying in a panic, it was a legit panic. I’m not going crazy.

There’s so much gaslighting.

I have been disassociating a lot and it does literally take acts of nature to f****** wake me up.

Or like the Stuxnet virus. Jesus fucking Christ. Scariest film I ever saw. That shit is happening under our nose. But they hate us they f****** hate us but I’m glad we were able to get them to shut down 50 the 100 nuclear power plants they opened up.

Oh shit, I went into politics. Checking back out and back into disassociating and writing poetry again.

And it’s okay that you don’t know what I’m talking about because I’m a soldier I’m supposed to know things that you don’t know and I’m scared about things that you should be scared about that you don’t know but I’ve been fighting for our f****** protection on.

And when I get yelled at about my skin color or my f****** illness, I just have to remember that I signed away my rights for 15 years to serve my country for assholes like that…

So they could have the right to say that but if he’d only say that to my face…

Signing out, “the unknown soldier”

(But I need you)

Open

How quickly you fell over my sorrow
Casting a glare like a full moon
Before was feeling hollow
Now open like a bloom

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

What are your needs? What are your desires? I don’t know how to human anymore. I don’t even know what it feels like to be kissed…

A favorite. Have a listen an hour or two… *disappears*

https://youtu.be/uX39uHKAZHo

Show me openings to lead me closer to you *sigh*

OPENING TO HEAL / OPENING TO HEAL *sigh*

Plagued

I look up sometimes to find you plagued by my dreams
The way you stroke my wound with metaphor and rhyme
You pull heaven down in strings
And stitch hope to my spine

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I can’t live without you


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Electric

You give me electric surges
From half-dead
To sudden urges
Like a tsunami rushing
The need is urgent

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Take me now or lose me forever?
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Better than coffee, slippery when wet oh wait, wrong analogy 😋

You do more than perk me up. Carving new channels of longing…

Are we still talking about coffee? I really need some coffee. You know what I mean? COFFEEE

People get addicted to coffee and people get addicted to people. But people addictions are way stronger. Like I don’t see people dying by suicide because they didn’t get Starbucks today.

I suffer from depression and I realize in hindsight that’s probably a tacky thing to say but it’s true. Like I can go days and days without eating and it’s cool, like no big deal, fuck life, but make me go one more day without love and nurturing and like oh my God, I’m ready to f****** die….

Chemicals. 😏

I mean, all of this, all of creation, over some fucking gas. It’s mind boggling.

It’s energy though. Manifesting itself in the most beautiful and cruel ways.

Ever notice how everything is always falling downwards?

Gravity gravity, I’m not talking about no apple falling from a tree.

Sagittarius A* – that supermassive black hole in the center of our Milky Way galaxy that our Sun is orbiting. *bites nails*

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After Midnight Poetry part 6789

Where do you go when you leave my thoughts?

On some midnight stroll carrying my heart and hopes?

The way a lightning bug will flicker hope?

You give me the will to cope

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I wish I gave you reason to live. I wish I were your reason to live.

*still trying to avoid dying on the street like Poe*

Signed, YOURS TRULY (I’d never leave you)

How many ways can I say I love you? I’m still trying… though I’m being buried alive. Hopelessness. Depression awareness? 🤔

I need you. *sobs*

That is all. Carry on. Only dying. No big deal.

The Other Side

These desires are but air we are breathing
Am I to always be on the other side –
Of the fence leaning?
Peering into dreams
But never quite reaching
The sky, my dreams-
Or comprehension of the teaching
It never stops the sun from needing
Stretching far into the expanse
Until we all are bleeding
And will I come undone –
When you no longer need me?
Why even bother breathing?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Lord of The Below

Are you Lord of the below?
An active black soul?
Are you eating my soul?
Are you lord of below?

© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

I posted this poem as a photo in my Instagram story and someone immediately replied “yes” which implied he liked the poem but then it dawned on me that people don’t realize how original my content is, as I just COINED the term/phase.

It has never been written or said before (to my knowledge). But the majority of people who post on Instagram plagiarize, especially those who like to post a pretty photo with a saying that doesn’t belong to them and it’s not in quotation marks or anything. Welp. So I replied to him that it was an original term that I just wrote and he said he’d “buy it” LOL.

But, it is a name I have given my love, for he stems from the bowels of hell, now known as “The Below”. Hell has a new name and he is Lord of The Below.

*flaps wings*

I coined the term/phrase Lord of Below. It’s also another way to describe depression. Which I often write about. I’m deep below currently in fact, hence the poem.

Making ripples in the fabric of space-time.

Can you feel me in hell, where I fell…

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Dust

You speak and turn hope to dust
The way I combust
No room for love to adjust
Like iron to rust

A bull you can never trust
No you, no I, no ‘us’
Useless
But now the earth is filled with crust

You walk and turn earth to cinder
Watch my soul grow dimmer
The way a burning lie will hinder
I’m left with barely a shimmer

Won’t forget but can’t remember
You turn wonder to winter
Count my prayers, now I’m a sinner
Guess I’ll never be a winner

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Decided to write a poem without the similes but then it felt naked so I had to put one in. 😇

I thought Dracul loved Mina. Where’s my big love? 😤😤😤

*sobs*

My tears are burning

😭😭😭 helps 😭😭😭

Oh, I just wrote this. But the way my brain is deteriorating, it surprises me I can write at all.

Well maybe when the day comes that I forget my name that I’ll finally remember yours.

Don’t fall in love with a devil 😭

It’s purgatory 😭😭😭

But now I know why Edgar Allan Poe died on the street, nakid, possibly poisoned, broke, heartbrokes, likely depressed and drunk. And he served 2 years in the military, he didn’t deserve a death like that. That was not an honorable death. Welp. He better have a statue out there or I’m gonna have an effing fit. But whatev. Asteroid Apophis is on her way. End times will come for all.

Gonna die unloved.

Not everyone winds up with a burial plot. For many, they become dust in the sand. And it takes an extreme amount of heat to burn a body. Extreme to turn bones to dust.

I’m having trouble facing my own ending.

Welps.

I need God to throw me a bone. Hungers.