You stand before me like a cross path
Idle and iron
A fierce wrath
A tight turn
For ample mass
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Why is everything about you? Even when I hate you.
The longing, the famine, the growth. The poetry, the damage, the oath.
Everything’s about you 💔
He follows her winged path
Collecting feathers doing math
Or making errors on his map
Circled red and labeled “wrath”?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
She loves you perhaps 👀
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 👀
He is a dark forest
Prowling with possibility
His light unbeknownst
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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?
😩
Consciousness exceeds the speed of light
And blood pumps through my veins from the words you write
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I love you 💕
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
👀👁👀
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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You’ve rescued me in other lifetimes
Following the trail to infinity like they are guidelines
Spiraling through destiny the way our mind chimes
Stretched in tidal force and pulling our rhymes
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
These caves have carvings of you 👀
Went thrifting today & a lady donated me $20 when she overheard me talking to an employee about being a disabled vet. I broke social distancing (with a mask) to hug a stranger.
She said something told her I needed it.
Spent $5 on food & $15 is going towards my land I’m saving for.
It was nice because I had been given a voucher to go shopping, so the stuff was free that I was picking out.
And then this lady dropped me a $20
I scored a very nice pair of black heels, size 6. I’m petite. Aside from a little dust, they looked like they’d never been worn.
They probably didn’t fit the original owner and now they fit my little feet.
Most women I know are like a size 8 or nine in comparison.
I haz little feet and toes 🐣
Grabbed a nice long flowing skirt meant for beachwear
So overall scored some nice finds at the thrift
Everything was free
Scored twenty bucks too
God rewarded me for something
🤨
A little belated birthday present from the uni
Took a minute to arrive
And maybe a sign and jump start to get that land
I don’t think the uni wants me under this cracked ceiling either 👀
They said in six months I’d be eligible for another clothing voucher so I guess I’ll be taking another treasure hunt to the thrift
I actually do love thrifting and it’s been a minute since I’ve been able to have disposable income so I take the bones when the uni throws them
All thanks goes to the Salvation Army and the nice stranger who donated me twenty bucks
I’ll pay it forward when I can start growing some food on my land and I’ll share it with the homeless
I’m saving for an acre minimum
It’s doable
I’ve set a goal
And goals are needed in the big raceway of life
I really love random acts of kindness
Go out there and help somebody
We’re in end times
Give love 💕
I can’t see him through the sheer covered glass
Or the smoked color heaven hidden beyond the green grass
And there’s hope by the water but I haven’t got a pass
And he says he’s home tomorrow but ten years already passed
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Your words are a heavy sword
With grasp like gravity
And a blade I am leaning towards
Though it feels like travesty
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
You won’t move an inch if you keep standing still
You won’t reach the top from the bottom of a hill
You’ve been running in circles just to get a refill
You’ve been drinking the bottle but you got love to kill
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
It did that thang where it published into a draft 👀
Proof I’m stuck in an alternate timeline
So I know that I haven’t told you I loved you in a long time but that’s because I’ve been learning how to hate you but the love spans light-years and you can’t destroy energy 👀
I mean love, you can’t destroy love…
I love you even though you didn’t wish me a happy birthday again
Bet you never forget hers…
Love in secret
Like walking on the moon
Elated; but we won’t speak it
Tongue too swoon
What words befit?
Tell me high noon
Put them in orbit!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Uhm, he’s not bored of me yet and my double pigtails are getting long – I’ve also found that I’m treated nicer by everyone when I’m wearing them
I was taking up all the space at the grocery store today and I didn’t get yelled at not once, nor snickered at or rudely cursed.
Grandpa was extra nice
The lady shopper was nervously fidgeting with her short hair
The cashier accurately predicted I met my budget
And the young bagger did the best bag job I’ve ever had
I think I’m in a different timeline 👀
Is there truth to sift beyond the lies?
Is there love hidden under your eyes?
If I fail to plea will you still try?
Will there ever be a you and I?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Keep the mask, wear it a crown
Stitch it to the weight that drags me down
Watch regret filling up the mound
You made me the last to come around
Put a cover over sun
Blame the past for all you’ve done
Inventing endless problems to cover one
Subtracting the solution like you’ve won
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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
👀
You changed me
When your photons
Interrupted my guile
And replaced my wrongdoings
With an infinite smile
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
75K poetry! 😻
Thank you for your light! 😻
I am a particle detector! 😻
Did you know that your photons, your light, will travel on through the universe forever?
Just like my love for you.
I love you forever!
He hurried in a double
He said I’m irresistible
Now I’m feeling less invisible
And I’ve got love for him to juggle
😻
He dumps loads of feel goods into my heart
I love the way you come
Rushing
Like a fire hose gushing
To your will I succumb
👀
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I look for a cut
Or a scar
A loving line
Or a mark
A simple freckle
Or a knot
A little dimple
Or a shot
In open fields
Or swarms of thought
And when he’s stalling
Or in a trot
And when he’s culling
Cuz he’s caught
And rope is burning
Cuz he’s hot
Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
You ever been into somebody so much that any marking on their skin is a map to a galaxy you want to explore 👀
Or you wanna have babies with somebody but you need to figure out how to say hello or ask them out first 👀
Have you ever fallen for somebody without knowing who they are or what they look like 👀
Have you ever have a secret admirer feed you
Have you ever got a gift from a secret admirer
Have you ever lived between fantasy and real world
What if you couldn’t tell the dream world from the real world?
👀
Tell me again you love me
Under midnight blue moon
When comets are rushing
The way I hope I’ll greet you soon
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I can’t stop thinking about you and all the things we want to do.
So poem.
Again.
I love 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?
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
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. 🤓
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.
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
Uhm, I moved up another spot on OnlyFans! 😻
Thank you!
I love y’all so much for not letting me die on the street!
And it feels like that trust thing, where you get blindfolded and fall backwards and trust that they will catch you.
Because I’m opening up there and exploring my sexuality through camera work and modeling and it’s my safe place to do so.
My account is not hardcore XXX porn.
I strip, I’m a stripper – but with my artsy spin.
I’m doing stuff there I’ve never even done with another human being in the real world and it’s very liberating.
It’s very liberating taking my clothes off and I don’t feel guilty or sinful about it.
It feels natural.
Even my weird fetish’s I’m learning to explore (vampire cosplay, child cosplay, ect)
And I’ve also done ratings on others and one said it was a really good mental health boost.
I can live with that.
Because it’s also a really big mental health boost just for having your support.
I love you! 💕
I swear to fuck my OnlyFans is better than therapy!
And I realize that my account is way more softcore compared to what other girls are doing on their accounts (I do not masturbate or do porn / XXX). My content is Rated R though. It’s not PG.
I studied the Kama Sutra all my life and my focus was always seduction (vampire) and sensuality (sensation).
I think I may try to tell stories with the photo sets that I put out.
Not all of the sets because lately I’ve been posting more casual content that would get me in trouble or banned on Instagram.
And I asked them if they would be OK with me doing that and they said yes.
So sometimes they get me taking a bubble bath or sometimes they get me doing cosplay.
Can’t wait to be fully vaccinated though so I can travel and still wear my mask everywhere. 👀
The month of April has been hard for me medically – because of my COVID vaccinations.
I’m currently day 2 into dose 2 of the Moderna vaccine.
So thank you for letting me post more casual stuff that would get me in trouble or banned on Instagram (or falsely reported and removed).
Like my booty. Been posting lots more booty progress there on OF since I get in trouble for posting it on Instagram, despite there being naked women who are being sexually suggestive and in fact, it is sexual solicitation, but their post can remain because they haven’t been shadowbanned.
Overall, I’m just grateful for your support on my OnlyFans.
I tried to go live the other night on Instagram to show you the beach, and I was blocked from doing that on my account.
It made me want to drown myself in the ocean. 👀
Big bro has made social media toxic as fuck.
I literally fear doing anything there.
Which makes me even more grateful for my OnlyFans that I have your support because I could be nowhere on the leaderboard and dead on the street.
And there are absolutely people out there that are making me feel bad for even being on the leaderboard because they would’ve locked me on the bottom of the Titanic and watched it sink in boats that could’ve held more people.
Boats (as in plural).
👀
Grateful for my tribe! ❤️
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
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
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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He told me his color was the sky
So all around me all I feel is his eye
He said, look no further than to the sea
So now I feel him crashing on me directly
And now my favorite hue is sapphire
And by the lake is where I hope to expire
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Disclaimer: this poem IS NOT about skin color. Or maybe more an FYI.
Some porn goddess is out there stealing my signature booty move 🍑- but that didn’t stop him from wanting to run off to Vegas with me and elope. I know the feels.
👀
“Wanna meet me in Vegas for a wedding”
“Whose” *twirls pigtails ditzy like
“Ours, duh”
Uhm yes please now yesterday
🤩
K, thanx, bye
He wants to do everything with me and all at once
And when it’s over we will start again just like it is the first
Because hour by hour he’s the only who knows how to taunt
He fills me up with hunger, then feeds me to his wants
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I think he might worship me just a tiny of a fraction of a bit 😻
He didn’t just set the scene this time, he rolled out the red carpet
With diamonds and roses and my heart lined in his pocket
He came with speed, into my heart, fast as a comet
Let the scripture unroll, pray to him like a prophet
© Delia Ross. 2021
I fell for your kiss, I better get it. 👀
Worship you
Maybe he is all I will ever need
The silver, the white
All my eyes receive
Maybe he’s the voice singing from the tree
The way he softly hums from light deep within me
© Delia Ross. 2021
He doesn’t understand that I love him.
Certain.
Well, maybe, with you
Every day is new
Like now, you appear as morning
Tomorrow, it will be dew
Facing the bright side, too
At new Moon
Right now, there may be darkness
But clearly there is blue
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Wow. You blow my mind.
I feel like all these moments need to be documented in scripture.
I need some lamb skin, I’ve got ink and a pen.
I feel it is my atoms popping into and out of existence and every three weeks bleeding out of me, painfully. My mind see’s eternity in you. And feels it too, puts my mind at ease. The ovaries too.
I love you.
I haven’t replaced my biology with big Pharma or plastic and I feel you through and through.
Your vibration like string theory.
Cuz it is real.
The multi-verse too.
Never once believed in the big bang theory.
The great pyramid scheme- TV, Consumerism, Money = slavery
Sorry- If there are multi-verses out there and it’s clear there’s other universes out there , I hope they’re doing a better job than we are, because we’ve been around for 6 billion years but somehow we’ve been manipulated to believe that we’ve only been around for 2000 years…
For what it’s worth- asteroid Apophis is real, and she is swing dancing with earth, she’s been here before!!!!
Saint Petey said “April 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here” and he named her Apophis (all end)
He regretted getting the Alpha and Omega tattoos tattooed on his hands one night when he was drunk but he had a bad ticker too.
My love, I love you
I wanna dream of you everywhere
And I do
With my fingers running through your hair
I come into
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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*
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
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!
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! 🤢🤢🤢
🤪
You’re full on
Then irregularly shaped
You’re inverted
Then heavily draped
You’re closed off
Then readily awake
You’re oblong
Then curled like a snake
You stand fast
Then need to escape
You pop smoke
Then put on a break!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
*did I get you right?*
YOU BLOW MY MIND 😻
It’s like watching you change into a werewolf.
*HOWLS*
I am a Vampiress Goddess tho – I will learn to control you.
Generally, they want to be loyally protective of their vampire masters.
I’ve been neglecting you.
Need a goddamn 200 pound chain.
omfg
And my sex dungeon I’ve always dreamed of.
I’m saving my pennies for some land now and I reckon a shed would do.
Baby steps.
I gotta learn how not to be so sensitive when I disappoint / bore you
Expressing myself through a computer monitor has always been the hardest and most challenging thing for me.
+ brain injury
Wait until I do something stupid in front of you and cry
Sometimes my brain works and sometimes it doesn’t and sometimes my heart works and sometimes it doesn’t
*sigh*
I don’t know why you keep stomping your hooves around me.
Panting and whimpering
I need you too
In the fantasy and the reality
In the mistakes and the perfectness
In the stillness and the chaos
I want it all.
Don’t be so wise that you can’t learn from the unschooled.
But when you’re pulling apart all those numbers and figures, don’t forget to include the heart.
xo
(So I got part 1 of a 2 shot vaccination series for COVID. I’m still recovering. I’ll get into all the details below but first… just wanna start from the beginning)…
Got hit by a freight train the night after I had a visit by the Holy Ghost
48 hours later or something and I am still recovering.
From a first time experience for something I will always cherish- to getting part 1 of 2 of the COVID vaccine- my fucking body went into overdrive and my BP dropped really low.
I was in an incredible amount of pain- but the thing that happened to me the night before, left me in a dreamlike trance.
I heard from him the next night- and was like- “sorry my energy levels are so low” – not knowing that my heart was actually having a hard time pumping blood throughout my body- my temperature had dropped- my skin was cold- my blood pressure was really low.
I went back to the doc today to get my EKG (a heart test), which I passed.
My blood pressure was also taken again today, I still feel extremely weak, but my BP has increased to a normal level.
His visit wrapped me in a protective bubble, I just know it.
His visit had me sedated- which kept me from getting in my head and having any sort of anxiety over how my body was feeling. I honestly don’t think my heart could’ve handled a fucking anxiety attack.
I was in so much pain I couldn’t even sleep. Literally moaning and tossing all night, uncomfortably. “Sore” she said. This wasn’t “sore”, this was a fucking softball that hit my arm.
If I would have died, it would have been okay tho.
I was so calm that I could feel space and time. Because of his visit.
I was dying but it didn’t matter. I was content. Minus the freight train hitting my arm. Like ow.
My heart had expanded with the entire universe. Maybe that’s why it had such a hard time pumping blood throughout my body. I was temporarily suspended between heaven and earth because of him. Maybe he’s the reason I’m still alive.
All I know is I’m having to go through this alone during a pandemic and somehow he made me feel less alone. Unknowingly. I call these things fate. Maybe even mercy. Fate and mercy.
It’s complicated.
He’s got more power over me than he knows.
It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, followed by a really scary one, which was actually affecting my body (and still is as I feel it coursing through me) but all I could do is just lay there and be like, “eh, sorry my energy levels are low“. 🤢
Babe, it is my blood pressure.
I’m stretched from here to infinity.
I love you.
My preferred method of dying would be while making love to you.
In years past I always thought this to be selfish, given that my partner would be destroyed. But maybe some time alone with me would be OK. 👀
I am very sexually deprived but dying while having sex has always been my number 1 preferred way to die, in fact, it’s either immortality or death by sex.
Babe, fuck me to death.
Or, love me to death?
Even when I have low energy or low blood pressure.
Babe, now!
I don’t know who or what came to me but you must be reading this, you must be reading this right now, you know who you are, I love you. 💕
And I think on your visit, as a miracle.
I want to get the date tattooed on me.
Just don’t want to forget since I can’t seem to remember.
Did it mean anything to you?
Now I’m scared of me around you. It’s just a phase, it will pass. I can only process two things right now and that’s Covid and love.
I’m only scared because I’m inexperienced.
I was studying how to be softer not harder.
I’ve had to be so tough and hard all my life.
Here’s what I know about the vaccines, there are two going around: The Johnson and Johnson vaccine and the Moderna vaccine.
Moderna is a 2 part series and is 94% effective against the COVID virus. The Johnson and Johnson vaccine is 80% effective.
No vaccine is 0% effective against COVID.
Everybody will experience different side effects but I’m not going to gaslight you and tell you that my arm got “sore”, no, it felt like a motherfucking softball hit it and I couldn’t sleep all night and my BP fucking dropped the next day.
I still have one more shot to go and I’m told this one is really bad, people will start catching the fever, the chills, the diarrhea, and all the other nasty side effects, so I will keep you updated on my experience.
So far for me, the pain in my arm has been it. I already suffer from underlying health issues, which is one of the reasons I’m getting the vaccine.
I will shit my pants if it means I will get some peace of mind from this pandemic and if it means that I can travel again in the future and enter buildings AND because I now have a vaccination card- like I said- eventually they’re going to get all the stragglers by making it mandatory.
You need to ask yourself do you want to get the vaccine while they’re offering it to you or when they’re enforcing it? (I can already hear the skinheads lol)
It doesn’t really matter if you want it or not anymore. It will be made mandatory and you can mark my words. Vaccination record or no entry! Checkmate goes to the NWO.
Placing a bet. 100 dollar bill says they make vaccinations mandatory (for public access like schools, hospitals, transport, you get my drift!?!) Who wants to bet against me that they don’t? I got you a bill if I’m wrong.
I didn’t hesitate to get dose 1 when I saw they were offering it to the vets but I had my reservations…
Please know that how the VA does things may not be the way things are done for civilians.
You may not have to go through a briefing before getting vaccinated.
Selfless service is part of the soldiers creed.
I’m ready to get back to life. Gigging. Travel. My OnlyFans photography will improve, just based on the fact that it won’t be in this fucking dreadful house anymore.
These fucking walls.
These fucking masks.
I read an article on CNN where the native American Indians were begging everyone to get the vaccinations, saying that the Indians are being wiped out by COVID and they understand the fears, and it was a turning point in my decision making- that- and the fact that they are now offering the vaccinations to veterans (at least here and in limited supply). I’m scheduled for part 2 of this vaccination series, which I have to get in about three weeks (this month).
Facts about death resulted from the vaccine per the CDC – just to ease your mind.
For more information, please visit the CDC: https://www.cdc.gov/coronavirus/2019-ncov/vaccines/safety/adverse-events.html
Well the chances of me dying by receiving the vaccine are low but the chances of me dying by contracting Covid are very very high because I have underlying health issues and I’m not taking the chance.
I’m definitely terrified and not looking forward to round 2 in a few weeks but it is a necessary evil at this point and my peace of mind is already so much better.
I’m just a “runt” but overall it wasn’t that bad!
GTG!
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
*The copyright of all content on my blog belongs to me and if you plagiarize or steal from me I will hunt you down and rip your fucking eyes and throat out*
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
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)
Serpents and secrets
One weakness
Our love seamless
Two hearts sleepless
Left me speechless
That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I can feel heaven resting in my soul.
The universe grew.
And my love for you.
You’re the only thing worth living for in this fucking nightmare.
You literally brought a piece of the Moon down to me.
You said, “if you can’t reach it, I’ll bring it to you”
And from nowhere wonder befell me
BEWONDER 😍
I’m ready to start the new world with you.
It keeps publishing into a draft like stones skipping off of water… 👀
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)
Is there a secret code written
Maybe in the stars hidden?
That connects you and I?
Are there garbled words which turn a prism?
Into harvest worlds that keep us smitten?
The way your verbs connect my heart and mind
Are there paths we’ve taken still unwritten?
The way my will to you is freely given
Under cross or reign, no clearer vision
I am hung to you like holy linen
Was it God himself who became a villain?
Touching toes in hell, loving all a sinner?
I am called a whore, you’d give me your dinner?
The lesson here, I think love’s a winner?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I don’t know if I said what I was trying to say or not? It’s a messy morning freestyle. The message became more important than the rhyme.
Jesus loved a sinner best (as I love you) – if I recall correctly, he made some “whore” his equal (but the illuminati removed her from history and I’ve been trying to get ahold of her script so I could read what she had to say) .
“Let’s reinvent gods all the myths of the ages“
Stone me, love me, I’m yours. Free will.
I can handle whatever you give me.
I would die for you.
2 words we should just avoid: hello and goodbye?
Is hello so hard because of all the things I’ve done?
Would you deny me 3 times? In public? My name?
The kiss of betrayal?
Would you sell me out for money?
No, I don’t believe you or I would, but I believe that bitch you were formally with, you know the one with the red hair that I still can’t fucking stand, yeah that one, that one would definitely fucking deny you three times for money…
Even tho she acts like your number 1 stalker, I mean fan.
I still own that title per my confession on TikTok 👀
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeUC7b31/
So whatcha gonna do, crucify me cuz I love you? You already do, DAILY with the ghosting.
*waves white flag*
Surrender/ not your enemy 👣👣👣❤️👣👣👣
(I’m not her enemy either and she needs to learn how to play with others in the playground and stop being a bully. I haven’t been to her blog in a thousand fucking years. I made my apologies publicly and privately and have made my peace with my errors a long time ago.) And nothing I ever did to her justifies her trying to sabotage and take down my business.
Not to mention she was 1000% not following WordPress policy. Was I wrong to leave hateful comments on her blog? Yes. I’m a child, we know this. 👀
Erroneously reporting my content on Instagram and getting it removed out of spite and jealousy, is again, fucking wrong and illegal. Instagram continues to put it back because I am following TOS policy.
She has found a way to manipulate the system because she’s a two-faced bitch.
I know it is her or someone working for her and you’re not gonna convince me otherwise.
Every trail leads to her.
Except your new book, thank fucking god. I have seen the light.
Psycho fucking bitch
Oh sorry, still thinking out loud… 👀
I mean, it’s only been like 48 hours since she tried to take my account down again, so all is fair in the game of love and war???
👀
Checkmate? 👀
Matching tides. I adore you. 😍
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
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…
Was it not the great Saturn Jupiter conjunction that made you fly by?
And when the world was all but sullen, you made the Earth cry?
And if you stopped but for a moment, would our love die?
And are you all I was ever hoping, wishing on starlight?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Once upon a time, I believed in love
*wishing love was real*
You always did stand out from the crowd
Even though I fled the scene during stormy weather
You carried your words like that of a songbird crooning in the early hours
A melody of longing and hope behind a silver shroud
The kind of song that makes you sit down and write a letter
About a love that sprung without any warning
Your voice carried different notes
Inside each line a buried treasure
I keep finding my heart in you
Are you my silver lining?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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