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
A big thank you to everyone supporting this blog! 💞
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.
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 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)
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*
Show me openings to lead me closer to you *sigh*
OPENING TO HEAL / OPENING TO HEAL *sigh*
I loved you before the mountains moved the current
When butterflies were lilies and love was all they wanted
Like nebula of longing, how galaxies are started
You and I forever the moment we both parted
My love exists after rivers do run dry
Or even as Apophis is greeting us in sky
Even when you’re gone, I can still feel you nearby
And you turn into diamonds every single tear I cry
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
Just an FYI, I released loads of poetry and TikToks over the last 6 or 7 days and I will be working on content for my Patreon and OnlyFans this week!
I will be busy in my studio working, but not as visible online in the social media world. I’ll likely post updates, I normally do on my Insta.
With-that-said, I hear your pleas and cries for my time and I am working on setting up a Discord server so we can chat like once or twice a week. I hope to get that info out sometime this week.
And, if time permits, I may try making another trendy TikTok. Have you checked out my channel yet?
I sat down to write a non-rhyme and this fell out (for you).
I see things as they are. As they should be. But not always with mental clarity. Sometimes my mind and my heart have to catch up.
You know the blood in my vein is a liquid. A mineral. Iron. Technically, plasma? Blood is energy. It’s what drives my body. It’s my fuel. Like our Sun. Energy. Always moving. Even at rest. It’s moving. And it turns into a solid at death. It is matter. And my brain dumps loads of chemicals into my bloodstream. But never so much as when I see pictures of you or hear your voice. Your deep rumble in my vein. It drives me insane. You drive me insane.
And I don’t like you writing for other girls. 😔
Like, die in the street nakid kind of madness. I’m going mad. Yet, I keep reading your words despite the ache. There’s very few people I give my time to, and I digress, every thought contains you. Are you okay? Are you happy? I already know you have the love of all the world (except the ones you worship who only see you as a number, and even worse the ones you allow to use you).
So I tried burning all the bridges.
How did I do?
*drowns in ocean*
I can see your face under water distorted. I hate me too.
I was never enough for this world.
I know I’ve made a lot of enemies on my road to death.
Thank you to everyone out there supporting me and not stealing my ideas from me. I see you. And I am especially extra grateful to have your support during this pandemic. 💞
Are you the arrow of time?
Always running forward and in a straight line?
Do you hopscotch from centuries to read my rhyme?
Are you Father Time?
The way you hold my mind
Caressing every decade like it’s the curve of my spine
Are you divine?
Flickering in starlight
Show me a sign?
A devoted comet passing by
The way you leave me on cloud nine
You’re the reason I shine
Just look up in your sky
Let hope magnify
Let a full moon mystify
You’re the light in my eye
You are my guy
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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When he says you ain’t worth a second look, hello, or goodbye.
Oh, baby I’m forever obsessed.
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So my transition probably isn’t the greatest. I’m learning as I go.
Are you light reflecting off rock?
Refraction?
Or fatal attraction?
Orbits in tidal lock?
Disaster already happened?
Am I what you thought?
Do you count subtraction?
Is love really lost?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I write about the light alot. But that’s what we really are, star stuff. Some of us collapsing inwards, stealing the gravity of others, until turning into a black hole, and eating any hope or light that is left. And, out of contempt, any other light that gets near. How dare we disturb its darkness, with our piercing, blinding light. Truth hurts.
Oh, I need you. Don’t kill the light. Can’t breathe. Sun = light = oxygen & iron= Life.
In the dark. Spiraling out of control. Orbit’s unstable. Earthquakes are mood swings. Core is splitting in two.
Watching planet blue, hello https://youtu.be/N-gc5fzd55k
Where are you? I am sitting on the Moon. Where, where are you? I am missing, I am missing you…
You don’t love me? You never loved me?
Sigh
*dies in street*
I was just an atom briefly popping into existence. Like your love?
*vanishes from history*
Are you a buoy?
Resting in the vast expanse of my heart?
Rocking back and forth –
Or are you lurking like a shark?
Does love then wash ashore?
Or is love a sunken art?
Is there treasure on the floor?
Does your map plan out a chart?
If I call your name like Thor,
Will the tides begin to part?
Is your heart a sponge or spore?
Do we have a chance to start?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Happy Valentines. I love you. 😇
Am I your angel or demon? A lonely mermaid? Are we now even?
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Your walls of trust are ruin
Still the moss is green in our garden
There are dinosaur skeletons and secrets buried
Iron walls to keep off enemy
My lips are gold and clean
I’m still your sunbeam
Leaning on the moon
My roots dug into you
The tombs are crumbling
Regret is ivy
Black holes are spinning too
They have mass like the weight of you
Time has turned into quicksand
Every place you’ve been
I’m not calling on a friend
From lie to dust
My blood is rust
But the starlight
It keeps rushing through
With every thought of you
My lips are gates of doom
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Cut the red forest down. Run us into Andromeda. My love won’t go extinct.
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I know you come to me
From windswept dunes
Hollow and calloused from time
You keep crawling
And I a mirage you are hauling
Like dying dreams painted golden filigree
Am I unholy?
The way you hold me
Like butterfly wings
You’re now unfolding
Reflections cast like starlight
You keep me glowing
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Do y’all get tired of my similes? The comparisons? Because Gwen Stefani uses the word “like” in every other word just talkin’ and I’m actually trying to use mine in a creative way. I’m just wondering how many people out there are actually annoyed at my creativity? Asking for a friend.
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How do I find freedom when I am shackled to your will?
And lonely do I travel when I’m crawling up your hill
How I linger in your shadow ’til you give me light to feel
And hour after hour I am at a standstill
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
SHACKLED TO YOUR WILL
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You left messages in the clouds
When all your sky was dread
So I withdrew the shrouds
And colored rainbow instead
You said the crop was dry
And maybe even dead
So I sprinkled hope heaven high
And let the fire spread
From eternal hope love’s leaning
To your soul it is grain
And if my love has any meaning
Then these words are open plains
I swore I heard a blue bird singing
He had such sweet refrain
But then I woke from dreaming
And couldn’t name your name
© Delia Ross. 2021
I mean, I just freestyle wrote this. What. Stop rhyming? I mean, like maybe after I die. MAYBE.
Do you know how light travels at light-speeds?
That’s how fast I travel to your galaxy.
Whatever your wants, whatever your needs.
My heart will see that it proceeds.
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I need you. Infinitely.
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I took to you like cotton
With heart-shaped leaves growing in the sunlight
Softly floating over your daydreams
Passing you by in a warm summer breeze
I gave you hope like fiber spun
Kept the moon aglow
Even after all you’ve done
I let the love still flow
I took to you like electrostatic
Blue lightning in my wing
Racing across your ever clear eyes
The way mountains pierce the top of skies (to see what you have seen)
I gave you melancholy shaped pillows
In everfields growing green
Vivid color for your rainbow
To keep you feeling lean
Kept your secrets in stow
© Delia Ross. 2021 /@poeeternal
Little side fact: I was born in the cotton capital of the world! Good ole Greenwood, Mississippi. I am a southern belle. 😚
This poem is kind of all over the place but I just needed to write something after the last 48 hours I’ve had. Phew.
Still love the dude. Welp.
I would apologize for having a meltdown today but like enemies…
I may likely have another meltdown or 3 but hey it’s better than dying on the street like Poe!!
But also, the story of Romeo and Juliet was not filled with roses. It was filled with poison. Love is dirty.
Thanks for sticking around!
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Look at how it parts The Red Sea
Still you ask if we love thee
Look at how the Earth is splitting
We have taken a knee
Look at how the clouds hover me
Galaxies glowing from envy
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Welp. Another ‘after midnight’ freestyle.
Below contains maybe trigger warnings so read at your own discretion. I have the ability to offend. One of my superpowers!
Sidenote: my dad died last month, and while I may seem actively posting, I’m kinda falling apart behind-the-scenes. I’m not taking too keenly the demands of my time, I’m still pushing people away, suicidal, and out of fucks to give. It’s just an FYI. I’ve no mind to socialize. I’m an introvert. I dig my privacy. I’ve always been an elusive creature. And picky with how I share my time. The narcissist is abundant and will drain me dry. It’s nothing personal, just how I be. You’ll notice how I don’t have a contact page. And now I don’t like leaving comments on other bloggers stuff because my email gets disclosed and I start receiving unwanted emails. This just recently happened where another blogger was acting super obsessive of me and my time and emailing me nearly on the daily (and was going on and on about how into me he was- but he doesn’t support any of my campaigns). I had to set him straight. I guess I should feel bad for sending demons back to hell but I’m dead inside. 👍👍
You will likely hear other bloggers call me a “bitch” for being indifferent to their narcissistic tools of manipulation…. M’kay keep moving. I know my worth.
I am a Vampiress. Queen of the Undead. And I bite.
*muwahahahahaha*
And y’all thought I was joking when I told you the devil has me on speed dial for advice. Tsk tsk.
In other news, I have packages in delivery, but due to covid, may not arrive til next year. Welp. I’m being sarcastic. They should have already arrived but they’re kind of in limbo. I’ve been planning a vampire cosplay shoot. Like, we may get to Mars before that happens. Again, sarcasm. But it’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like I’m planning to do and I’ve planned to do it during a fucking pandemic. Not the best timing I admit. But 2021 already feels like deja vu. Or just 2020 2.0.
I feel like I’ve been here before even though I haven’t. I feel aloof. Have I really died? Heaven feels kind of empty.
Is there like a hug from Gavin Rossdale at the end of the tunnel/light? I need hugs. Welp.
Not in love with the guy, just been obsessed with him since the 90s, my second crush, no big deal. It’s just when he sees me at his shows he showers me with all sorts of love and sometimes his guitar pick or sweat. I act all sorts of stewpids around him. Cursed him accidentally in Miami once but the next day I got a tweet by him that it was great to see me. Got all kinds of mems with my king but man I didn’t get to go to one show in 2020 which means I didn’t get one fucking hug from my king. Welp.
There aren’t many bands in the alternative scene that are still putting out music that I like or many of them have already died but Bush remain a huge inspiration for me musically. Dig his films too. Gavin Rossdale’s role in “Constantine” with Keanu Reeves was fucking amazing. Gav has done lots of film stuff but he’s not fond of the long hours, itchy makeups, TV, or being away from his fams. KING.
I miss gigging so much. Gah. I’ve seen Bush in several different states and cities now. But it’s to the point I’m ready to save up some money to see them in the UK. Only the pandemic as a barricade. Welp.
The Bush Army hate me but the leader likes me coming to his shows. 😍
If I ever get the chance to meet him again I hope I can act normal. I literally start screaming when he comes near me okay I fucking scream. Like a little girl. How fucking cute. But then I start dropping shit or I’ll cuss him out or I’ll forget like basic introductions. Welp. My brain just dumps loads of chemicals when I’m around him and I go fucking haywire. It’s ridic.
I do have loads of band photography from a lot of bands that I’ve seen because photography is a passion of mine and maybe one day I’ll start sharing that here on my blog.
When I love a band I love a band obsessively and wholly. Pink Floyd has been my number uno since the age of 8. I’d piss myself if I ever met David Gilmour. Maybe keel over and die of happiness too. Welp.
This poem IS NOT about my king. I do not long for him in such ways. I couldn’t sleep and it’s now almost 2 a.m. and I needed someone to talk to. Kinda. The quiet hours are my favorite time to write. Or just be. You also have to be extremely careful of serial killers and rapists but you know. I have 15 years of army training as a reminder. I am a trained killer. But also, I don’t really think killers like killing suicidal people cuz we just be like “yeah come on give it to me, where yah been my whole life” 😍…
So what’s the pandemic like at your neck of the woods? I’m going stir crazy if yah can’t tell. And Florida feels like 1 degree. I can’t even step outside it feels like Antarctica. I need my cold weather gear to take my dog for a piss. I can’t deals.
I always find it so strange that the absence of light means coldness. Death. I don’t want anybody touching my cold fucking leather after I die. I’m starting to have these weird fucking ideas about my body when I die.
It’s weird seeking death and immortality at the same time but I’m a strange one.
Ideally, I would like to donate my entire body to an organization that would like to freeze me and bring me back via clone or some sort of digital format. I don’t really want to donate my body to science so some students can cut me up and squirt my blood all over each other laughing, no thanks.
Or that asshole in the morgue who doesn’t know how to handle my hair.
Yes, I worry about my body after death. Why? I know not.
Necrophiliac’s? Eek. I have trouble fucking things that ARE alive.
Sometimes the dead are more alive tho. And better company.
Welp.
I delivered my heart to you
On sunbeams traveling under moonlight
Perched like stars in the night
My soul broody from day
I called to you in raging storms and hurricanes
I left clawmarks all along your names
Softly with the flutter of a firefly
Flickering in your dreams
I came like a herd and with thunder
Tiny feet to pull you under
I crawled through windswept deserts
Sleeping under doom
I risked all to bring holiness to you
Like a lone desert flower filled with hope
And all the comfort you can evoke
I came with tidal waves
Gushing from love
A tsunami rushing for your word
The way heaven is mimicked with your verb
And galaxies crumbling under your voice
As if we had any choice
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Really sorry about the previous post deletion. Twice I’ve inadvertently published something simply by opening up the WP app. Had a proper meltdown too.
Anyhoo, this was freshly written before the meltdown. Freestyle ‘after midnight’ poetry.
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Look at you
Dragging me in the mud, the blood
The hell I put you through
Look at all the shit I do
And crying a flood
You’re stuck like glue
I got names but question who
Look at how you act a stud
Now every moment under review
Look at how we equal two
But I’m growing like a spud
So you spit and chew
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I don’t mind that I’m a bit dirty lol. To be fair, the potato is my favorite vegetable. I am a special spud growing in his existence. Am I the root of all evil? 😀😏😆
Our garden of the damned?
*laughs insanely*
Damn, now I want some mashed potatoes. Or chips. Fries. Twiced baked. Salad. Soup. GIVEMAH!!
In other news, I live in an apartment complex that sounds like a war zone and I need to move. Anxieties.
I’ve been seriously busy planning a cool photoshoot so I hope things go according to plans. They rarely do! So I don’t want to give anything away yet. But, as things progress, you know, updates. I haz secrets!! 😍
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Have you ever fed on hope
The way you spoon it to me in soft crescent words
I’ve seen your shadow dancing in twilight
I wake for your golden hour
Any hour
Melting into sunrises
You lower heaven on my shoulder
So I can skip through its halls and miss prayer
Watch how my hope crosses dimensions to find you resting at my feet
We are nesting on a great divide
Where dreams are real life
Hearts a multiverse
Parts of my soul where you left claw marks
Sacred holy landmarks
I pray to you
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I love you. 😍
Every night my dreams fall to you in phases
You gift me hope in gentle giant phrases
You shine on me as bright as Polaris
You write me words like I am their heiress
You tour my dreams and turn my heart to satin
You tread the dark and leave me trails which brighten
You take my fright and turn it into lightning
You are the reason my pen continues writing
© Delia Ross. 2020
My last good rhyme of the year. Ending strong.
I love you! 😍
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I can feel your thoughts breathing on me
The street light flickers in morse code
I think I know what you know
So the moon gives me her glow
I can feel your hope leaning on me
Your sunlight trickles through the cold
You’re changing mode, ready to reload
I’m at a crossroad
© Delia Ross. 2020
It’s Christmas Eve and I realized I hadn’t written at all today so here you go…
I made a new reel today!
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Please sail me out to eternity on your word
You said no one would listen but I heard
Death may be approaching but soul stirred
I’d give it all for just a third
Please let me feel where life occurred
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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If my lips were to touch your lips, would the Red Sea open up and part?
And in following your trail of clues, would it lead me to your heart?
If I rest my head on your soul, will love begin to sail?
And hope is the starlight we both would inhale?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
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There might come a time, on some lonely and cold evening
When you feel your life had no meaning
You were never nothing in her mind
I hope one day you can remember
After all the chills colder than December
You were the field she could unwind
When on shoulders death you take to leaning
And so to life desperately clinging
You were the reason her wing refined
So if you fall to death not believing
Until an angel comes intervening
She’ll be the hand you fall behind
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Death and dying brings out so many emotions. When facing mortality, those big questions on the purpose of life come about, and often the non-religious will find comfort in religion. A lot of atheist will find God in the end and this actually happened to one of my favorite bands, Peter Steele, who found God in his end. You can watch videos of him talking about it on YouTube and read about it in articles. I still have a hard time listening to Type O Negative since Peter Steele died and they’ve been one of my favorite bands since I was 16. He was only 48 when he died. I’m 42. Welp. This is my last decade. I will not make it to 50. At this point surviving 2020 will be a fucking miracle.
I still don’t know if I said what I was trying to say because I was busy crying and blowing my nose.
I was trying to say that you saved my life and gave it meaning, when all the world had shunned me away on my darkest days.
I was trying to say something like, ‘you were there for me in my end, so I’ll be there for you in yours’ (whether by faded memory, poetry, or physical form).
When you think that your life doesn’t matter, remember that you made mine matter. You gave me sight and purpose. You opened my soul. You saved one of God’s precious angels.
I can’t write like the greats but we are definitely a modern day Romeo and Juliet. 😭😭😭
Wait… Except, nothing you write is for me so just forget everything I just said… brain injury > fantasy head
You make me write the most ridiculous, mushy poetry though. It’s all relative (see what I just did). You matter.
I forever heart you.
If this is your first time coming to my blog, I’m pretty certain I have better pictures and videos of me than of me crying. But whatev.
My writing career is going to go one of two ways, either I’m going to keep doing it or I’m going to pack it all in. If you’d like to support me, you know where and how. I’m still past due on bills and need to eat but whatever.
Laughing stock of zee world…
He said, they really never spoke
Still galaxies were forming from words they wrote
Feathers were pluming where islands were looming
And oceans were filling where she woke
He said, his life was but a cloak
Still volcanoes were smoking where they mope
Mountains were pulling, where islands were cooling
And it took all he had to give her hope
He said, life is but a joke
Still clouds were crying where she broke
Skies filled with lightning, where stars were aligning
And around her head was love instead of rope
He said, nothing could help him cope
Still ink was spilling on pages they soak
Earth was evolving, where love was revolving
And his hand was the only hand she’d grope
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
Carl Jung
Opposites attract. Yin and yang. Positive and negative. Me and you.
I’m gone and I’m forgotten
I’m gone like I never existed at all
Sidenote: I still love you. I’m learning to love the distance too (because you’re not the only one who tells lies).
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Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.
Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.
The only thing that matters is now.
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Our love is science fiction
I wrap your love around my vein
It’s called addiction
Still the power you contain
I’ve got affliction
But I love you all the same
So I keep wishing
On stars I knew your real name
And I keep itching
In places where you came
A crucifixion
But I lie and call it rain
A contradiction
When the truth makes my soul wane
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Welp. 15460 days old and still not learning universal lessons. 😭
On a positive note, I have no grey hairs.
But 2020 is pushing my temperament.
I don’t know how to give up something I’ve never had.
I don’t know where to put all this love. 😭😭
Trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe. 😭😭😭
Welp.
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So far in life
He’s as high as it gets
Not a king perched on strife
He hasn’t got any debts
There’s more than meets the eye
With dance in his silhouettes
He’s a gallop across the sky
Wistful clouds with pirouettes
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Nevermind me. Just dreaming of better days like concert gigging and hugs from my king… 😍
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Love it travels in a sphere
But you were like a souvenir
To prove the world was here
You changed the atmosphere
Look at how hope appeared
A reminder of sincere
That we’re alive in here
The very reason to persevere
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
How is it I know so much about love when I don’t know a thing about it at all!?! 😏
Like gravity. We don’t know exactly how or why it works. We just know it effects spacetime. Just like his existence bends and warps mine.
Welp. Escape velocity null. Stuck on this planet with people I don’t like. 😩
I mean, I do like but I don’t wanna! 😵
It’s complicated… 😑
I’m not gonna live forever and I need to get back to creating. I need to turn this pain into a monument (of words and art).
I don’t believe I’ll live to see 50. Clock ticking.
Y’all ever see a rainbow stretched across a sky for over 6 minutes? Yeah but this was a double rainbow: https://youtu.be/M07CyzyUlhA
Still blown away. I’m into nature. There are people who care not one bit for the moon or any natural wonder. Let alone a rainbow.
Me on the other hand. I turn into a little girl. That’s because I never grew up. Not gonna.
I still think it was my dad telling me goodbye. I just didn’t know he had passed until an hour later (if).
LIFELINES.
(Better than becoming fish bait. I gotta get back to writing. Yelled at the mom and therapist).
Really itching to pick up my guitar tho.
The CDC says the pandemic is getting worse.
My depression is getting worse.
And asteroid Apophis is on like 2 or 3 return trips back to us.
Uhm, we’re 2000 lightyears closer to the center of a blackhole.
Politics give me hellof anxiety.
Somethings wrong with the world, am I the only one to feel it?
I gotta quit reading the news.
Paranoia.
Trying not to die from depression or be dead for days before anyone knows. I still don’t know about my dad so I’m treading the earth lightly. I’m here but I’m not. Dig? 😭😭😭
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Words were never said
Eyes peering like cement
He could see the rise and fall of her chest
Feel the heat of her heart with every breath Moving across the cold air
Her feet sizzling from where she fell
Took iron strength just to stand and stare
He moved taking a step toward her
As her body slowly extended upward
Pulling her wings in tighter
She was a fighter
He towered her petite frame
His breathing was met with flame
Expelling from the side of his lip
He had sin wrapped around his hip
He cast a glare on her like an eclipse
She was a rare sight in holy mist
How far from heaven she did exist
To fall on hell to feel his kiss
His hoof moved a step closer in
It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever been
Her desire never smelled of sin
For love she fell and she’d do it again
It’s as if all time existed in one evening
Her eyes were wet with fear and seething
Or maybe the reflection was mere envy
Whatever it was, he only could stop the bleeding
His step was sturdy with blight
He didn’t want to fill her with fright
And having better intentions despite
He lowered a knee becoming her knight
Love came to him in a clump
She brought the world to him in just one jump
They stood on eternity though ground was a dump
And with only a smile she gave him a bump
To be continued…?
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How is it your heart has come to know softness?
Do oceans not turn to desert when I frown?
How are you able to turn eternity into a sound?
For when you speak I am bound.
Where you are breathing, I am found.
Why do you park heaven on a hill?
I can feel you pushing on me still.
I come undone so you can feel.
Though you won’t let my blood spill.
Collecting every single quill.
You move at free will.
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t understand why people do the things they do. Biblical free will is one of the hardest lessons for me to learn.
I want to save you the way you’ve been saving me. You won’t let me. 😭
Is love suppose to hurt this much? 😭
I feel like I’m dying without you but like I am dying without you. 😭
I don’t want to die on the street and I don’t want to die without you. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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He watches me
The way time moves over my feet
My doors opening and closing
Peering into the window of all I am exposing
Playing tug-of-war with hearts decomposing
My third eye all-knowing
He watches you
Catching me in view
And what we do
We’re split in truth
Well, who knew?
I guess he loves me too 💕
© Delia Ross. 2020
To be honest, I’m still a tiny microorganism. Compared to my love for you. Like all the dark matter in the universe, it just grew. Space equals truth. 💕
I love you. I hate you tug-of-war
I’m staying. I’m leaving tug-of-war
I’m empty. You’re in me tug-of-war
I’m pulling. You’re tugging tug-of-war
I’m sorry I’m mean to you. I don’t want to cry anymore. Don’t retaliate. 😭😭😭
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My love –
You hold me on your back the way earth holds all creation
Changing earthquakes to calm lakes
Sunrise to reason
I’m freestyling steps while doubling the stakes
Love is cold but still in season
Dancing over simmering aches
You’re stepping over treason
Bleeding to stay awake
Though love is like a beacon
I’m all in- whatever it takes
Because you’re all I’m ever needing
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He says, I ain’t worth a penny
Still eyes will stare, I am trendy
Fingers counting more than twenty
See me now, I am plenty
Spat on, shined up with envy
Tossed in water ever gently
Down into a well, my only entry
They all say that they don’t need me
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
I’m just not responsible for how I act when I’m physically around him and in fangirl mode because I have zero control over my hormones. Welp. Since the age of 12. WHATEV. SECOND CRUSH. NO BIG DEAL.
I do sometimes curse him but last year on air he said I tell him the most beautiful things, which is also true. 😊
People think I’m in love with Gavin but I’m not, it’s just a silly crush I’ve had since I was age 12 and I’m insanely addicted to the music, it’s a music fan / artist relationship thing. He inspires me in different ways. He teaches me life lessons. Like how to stay alive when you don’t have the love of your life (he lost his big love- Gwen Stefani- they have 3 kids together. He has not replaced her).
Gavin Rossdale comes from that alternative scene where all his comrades are dying by suicide, which are basically his friends and I thought that we might lose him too when he lost Gwen Stefani (divorceeeee via humiliation, retaliation, he got to hear “used to love you” while walking in an airport. She didn’t take long to move on either, did she). Two thumbs down.👎👎
But he hung onto his fans and he says that he needs us more than ever now. I know what he means. He promised me on air that he would never hurt himself. But I need him too. I’m an outcast. He knows that. He knows what that feels like. To be the lone wolf! For the most part he’s had to deal with the United Kingdom hating him. Even of today, they will refer to him as “who is he” (as if he is no one) or use him as a slight against Gwen Stefani, when it was her band opening up for Bush and not the other way around (he made her known, not vice versa).
Gav has seen me at my worse. He still jumps off the stage to give me hugs when he sees my face. It gives me the happy feels. To be seen. To feel I have an ounce of worth. To feel appreciated. Because to the rest of the world, I am invisible and just a number (including to the love of my life, who could care less of my existence. He’d replace me in an instance). But there’s nothing like the feel of when Gavin sets his sights on me, and is walking towards me, and I know he’s headed my way, it’s so intense, his expression. That feeling of, “he see’s me, he’s headed my way”, “I’m not lost in the crowd” and Gavin is the type of guy who never looks away from me, yet I always break eye contact!!!
Or like when he’s talking to his other fans, he’ll literally keep looking back at me and I always run away from him. I act stupid guaranteed. But like, I’m a soldier and he’s a king. He’s why I do these things. Basic. I need the music. Always have. Not just his music or art. All the things. Music keeps me going. Grounded. Alive. Couldn’t have survived the Iraqi war without it. Labor. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Poordom. Life.
Music is life. I need another gig. This century. THIS YEAR. COME ON 2020!!!
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God gave me the best pearl
He’s wonderful
For him my wings unfurl
I’m his girl
It matters not how far I fall
He will catch them all
For I am his favorite doll
Over hell he would crawl
© Delia Ross. 2020
My love, truth can’t hide from your eyes
Roads to heaven’s skies
I hear your cries
Even your silence pries
You wish for roads to collide
I too abide
Wading rising tides
Footsteps in rhyme
I am the ultimate alibi
A secret in your sky
You are my high
I can’t deny
I’ve tried to lie, hide
Give the love to another guy
I can’t comply
I’d rather die
© Delia Ross. 2020
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If I jumped, he would jump
If I were quicksand, he would get stuck
We could swim until we’re both drunk
But if I quit paddling then we’ve already sunk
© Delia Ross. 2020
I can’t live without him either! 😭
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You give me virgin eyes
Seeing things for the first time
You’re the holy grail in my mind
Your pen divine
Speak to me in tongue
Your verses tell of things we’ve done
How hope is hung
Like lights around a web you’ve spun
From inertia to releases
You make me fall to pieces
Gifting heaven in small creases
But that is where the peace is
Under you I spread my wings
Want your words not diamond rings
Those blue eyes most prized dwellings
Your lips more rare than kings
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
I found another way to say the thing we’re scared to say. 😃
Is your wall sound proof? 🤔
Staring up from down below
Heaven fell further than I know
The wind gets cold
Like regret growing old
With a heart of stone
Set in gold
Or hearing whispers “I told you so”
Where are angel’s not to go?
God told me to love him whole
The sinner yes so I tread his road
Ready to take on intruders, I’m bold
He says friend, I say foe
There’s complications in the fold
Missings cards like hands, I need him though
Dropping SOS’s where his feet have strolled
Sights to behold
Or heartaches sold
© Delia Ross. 2020
To be honest, I just wanted to keep going with this rhyme flow. I gotta stop putting on the breaks. I’m feeling pages, can you roll?
This goes without saying but, I get insanely jealous of the attention he gives other girls. Like black jealousy. And my doctors at the VA don’t understand this kind of love or obsession. They don’t even understand why I’m scared of asteroid Apophis. Whatever. You can’t cure these things. Love is the only acceptable remedy. He just needs to kiss me. Shimples.
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He could know
He could tear out the knot and tangles that we sew
He could go
He could block me eternally, still I glow
Even when faint, to him, my light will show
So I flow
© Delia Ross. 2020
Welp. Can’t get him to block my existence (yet). I can attack him under my pen, under my full name, under my social media accounts, under my email, on my blog, through poetry, he’s got the ultimate ghosting Poker Face, I’ve thrown jabs, gut-wrenching flaming bombs of blame, spat on his name (actually I don’t think I’ve done that, I actually wrote him a poem with his name as an acronym in the title and as a line in the poem, which was hard to do, because I’m madly in fucking love with him and was stupid enough to tell him on his goddamn fucking social media in private message like a fucking roaring lunatic).
It went like this. ‘Hi. I’m suicidal and might die. I wrote this for you. Just thought you should know in case I die’. I don’t think it went down very well. Do you reckon that’s how Edgar Allan Poe delivered his poems to the love of his life (who was his blood cousin but we can’t all be perfects). Welp.
Did I mention I’m not like other girls? I’m rather quirky, weird, and odd. I bite strangers on random; girls, boys, whenever the mood strikes, on a neck or wrist, with such delicate precision and precise pain, that all have been shocked by it, but always moved in a positive way, because it was a weirdly pleasurable experience for them. “You bit me”. “Ee, I kind of did, didn’t I? Oops sorry”. But, none of them have ever felt violated in any way and probably still recall on the experience (though I won’t know, because I don’t even know who they were/ are). I just do it at random. I haven’t really been biting people lately though. But the urges are there. I literally bite people’s girlfriends and boyfriends, but I do it in a non-sexual way, it’s hard to explain it. I do it as a greeting and then I disappear. Sometimes I stick around and chat for a minute or two because my presence will be requested. When I let people see my weirdness they’re impressed. Sometimes I use my brain to blow people’s minds in other ways. But very few are allowed around the real me. I can only say I have psychic abilities and ways to exchange energy and there are people out there who literally think I’m an actual angel who fell. I’ve done meditation sessions and I can know someone’s sign within 5 minutes of meeting them, it blows their mind, “but how” they beg to know”! I tell them I studied astrology intensely when I was 15 “but how” they’d ask! Well, with me mind. Third eye.
Men would have literally burned me at the stake or drowned me with stone tied around my ankle or some other heinous crime as a witch in the 1800s had I been around!
I’m a super sensitive creature and I don’t do well around a lot of people. Or maybe people at all. I like people I do. Sometimes. 👀
My skin and eyes are sensitive to light because I’m part vampyre.
And my skin is sensitive to certain metals because I have Lycan blood in me (I howl at the Moon and bite people on random beware).
Yes, people are scared of me. Boo.
I am a goth queen. I just look really fucking poor because I’m a proper Nosferatu. But I’m going to try to step up my Nosferatu image as soon as the Jeep is paid off and I can start buying black clothing again. I want to start a classy nude cosplay on my Patreon. Just had someone ask me to get on the OnlyFans (and I might reconsider it cuz I was on it for like 5 minutes but I wasn’t aware there was a fucking shadowban going on). I’ve also been tweeking my circle, and unfortunately my crazy ass has actually blocked patrons, so I’m literally kicking people out my life, because I’m suicidal and out-of-control apparently! Woo hoo rubber room y’all (I will escape. I escaped the facility in Alabama on more than one occassion and they had to change all their fucking rules because of me. I was 16 and on suicide watch half the time I was there but left the leader. I left the leader even though I escaped the building several fucking times and was on suicide watch. I AM SPECIAL. LIKE MY MIND IS STUPID POWERFUL YO.
I would just like to point out that I am not against sex work, I am against guys abusing the female population and I think sometimes my message might get lost in between my crazy ass behavior (I act out when I’m suicidal online because I feel very close to how Michael Hutchence did before he fucking tore up his body dying by suicide. Sometimes I want to take a razor blade and just go fucking crazy on myself so like I’m fucking unhinged right now, I know). THAT’S WHY I’M DISABLED. IT’S CALLED DEPRESSION. I WANT TO DIE. At least that’s what my thoughts keep telling me to do, which makes me cry about it, because it’s a really scary thing to think about and I don’t actually want to wind up like Michael Hutchence so I wind up attacking people online cuz I’m waiting for my knight to come save me I guess. It’s definitely not “in hospital care”, I don’t even know how they can call it fucking care, it’s fucking insanity. You go to the hospital, you say, “hi I’m thinking about killing myself and need some help” so they take your clothes from you and they take your phone from you, you can’t have anything that brings you pleasure, you can’t have any books, you can’t have any music, but you can have a Bible and big Pharma!!!!! I’m acting out. Sure. Because I don’t want to wind up like Chris Cornell, who was notifying his wife in the middle of his suicide act, via an app, which turned their bedroom lights on and off, and he did this after a sold-out show in a hotel room!!! I don’t want to wind up like my other heroes like Kurt Cobain or my best friend who died by suicide and every day it’s a battle to not fucking die!!!!
I’m not pretending to be depressed or suicidal. I’m a war veteran and I am being completely transparent about what I’m going through currently because I might die by this disease that I’ve essentially been battling my whole life but gets worse with every breath.
I don’t know what I would do if he blocked me back, I think I would actually fucking die. I’m a horrible person. I probably should die.
I don’t think I’m actually that horrible but some of my fucking actions are and make me really remorseful because I’m not a narcissist.
Every time I hurt him I just hurt me more.
But it’s a lesson I can’t learn because I keep hurting us.
I think maybe he should just fuck me. I think if I got laid half my problems would dissolve in an instance because I have like three years of writing this dude poetry and being insanely fucking madly in love with him and sometimes I’m a star collapsing under my own weight. Or he’s a black hole tugging me. Or I’m the black hole stealing his light. Or maybe we belong together.
Or maybe our love story is similar to that of dracul Vladimir Tepes. I’m trying not to dive off the tower like Mina did. Or, after he spends millenia looking for me, I have to end his misery only to be kept with my own (and still without him, tho the love won’t die). I fell in love with him, God won’t allow me not to love him, I was born loving him. This I know.
Edgar Allan Poe died without his love too. 😭
As soon as Johnny Cash lost his wife, he lost his battle to cancer. He gave up the good fight. 😭
I don’t want to live without him but I keep pushing him away! 😭
*sobs uncontrollably*
*the chances of dying in the street increased*
So on some days I’m ready to retire and on other days I’m ready to open up my nude Patreon tier. On some days, I want to die and on other days I’m living life.
Stay tuned. I’m bound to fall again. And again.
I need you. 😭
My love –
If words thee fail, you have two skies
Please don’t let them close
But should sleep forever cover your eyes
Please leave me your prose
Walk slowly towards me please
My heart exceeds light speeds
When you are nearing infinity
Your lips come in seasons
All at once
Each syllable attached to luminance
So much it haunts
And dare I reason
What each word wants?
I’m glad you are talking
Like watching stars walking
Stretching to infinity like they are something
The twinkle in my eye you were hoping
You’re the reason I am coping
Your every moment I keep groping
She was an angel and he was a demon
But he wanted her more than he wanted heaven
I want your breath as my nectar
Dripping and sapping
My tongue a collector
Your favorite protector
You turn my knees to oceans
My pleas to motions
Sometimes so intense the notions
I reach out in explosions
Like SUPERNOVA the dosage
But it’s not enough I need more doses
EXPANSION YET MOVING CLOSER
You plow through me like a dozer
But it’s not enough, I need another!!
So set the clock for more exposure!
You turn me into a beast
On your words I prey and feast
Stay away or keep me leashed
Say a prayer then call a priest
Saw your face and pulse increased
Heard your voice then pain decreased
I love you most just not the least
My love, my horns have been blaring
Double-daring, over-caring
Our love I’m never sharing
It won’t stop the world from staring
My love we are tethered to fate
With a circle eight
We are the universe experiencing itself in poetic form
I wasn’t alive until our love was born
My love, what will you do when the winds carry me to lands out of reach?
My spirit gliding past your dreams and hopes per chance for a final kiss?
What will hold your heart against the crush?
Don’t let it bury you, the rush.
Don’t let my love fade from your veins, for I will be resting between each beat.
Lifetimes of sleep.
You silence the war in my head.
Don’t fall dead.
I am still under your feet.
Even when I’m not there.
And the stars up there you see, you and me.
Do not let time callous our love.
Nor fear.
My love, I am still here.
Mistakes come plenty.
You are still the very best of me.
Breathe.
Taste me in the air, on your tongue, everywhere.
I care.
Let my dust blow in the wind.
I’m still under your skin.
Touch me.
Death cannot erase me.
I must travel with the stars.
Freely.
My love traveled 13 billion years to reach you.
Look how far.
Distance is but a scar.
My love, put the ache in a story and read it softly.
Speak aloud.
Let your vibrations break the cloud.
I am listening and I am proud.
My love, cry into our garden if you must.
I will be collecting your tears from heaven.
My eyes upon you and angels times seven.
Do not doubt.
The rains too will flood the sky.
It’s not goodbye.
That’ll never exist for you and I.
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Tell me,
Did heaven not swing from eternity to hear you speak?
How the stars kneel before you every night just to get a peek
Do comets not form from your wishes and pass you by and wink?
Clouds they gather from your sighing, they cry so you can drink?
Tell me,
Do seas part open their oceans when you feel you’re on the brink?
When you feel lost in the open water, did the earth not share her ink?
Tell me when you dreamed of love, did she ever look like me?
And had you not drank my holy water, would your soul have gone extinct?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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The way your words kiss my spine
No world greater than how they wrap around my mind
In endless time
You take the hurt and move it down the line
© Delia Ross. 2020
You got to take this one down really really slow and have like a choir sing it.. It’s gorgeous in my head.
Just freestyle dropping these tonight.
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If only words were removed from page
And hearts were not full of grey
I’d lift the sun in such a way
Your burdens would just turn to ray
And I’d be there with heart to say
I love you every single day
© Delia Ross. 2020
There’s a good chance my poetry isn’t beautiful at all but it’s just how he makes me feel. Inadvertently, I mean. Because I am nothing and nothing is for me. 👍
It’s just a letter
But I eat it like a pill
In hopes, it’ll make me better
Your pen a feather
An allegory, as an umbrella
Your stormy weather
With distance in-between
We’re still together
There’s nothing we can do to break this tether
© Delia Ross. 2020
Neo helps.
Morpheus:
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
The Matrix
I mean the only positive news that has come out of 2020 is the fact that the Matrix 4 is coming out and I’m trying to stay alive for that shit (it’s only news that they’re making another one- doesn’t mean the movie is coming out in 2020).
Fool. I don’t know if you’re my kryptonite or what, but I’d take a fucking bullet for you ( I prefer offense and saving though, that’s what I’m efficiently trained to do).
I literally want to just leap Into Your Existence and wrap my entire body around you in a hug. I don’t think that’s normal response. I’m like a wild fucking animal. You like- turn me into a werewolf on a full moon. Can I ravage you?????
Fuck. I can’t breatheeeeee.
There ain’t a pill in heaven that makes me feel as good as your fucking existence.
Blocking is like putting a fence up for your own protection. So I don’t fucking turn all werewolf on you.
Cuz I do have a little bit of werewolf blood in me too. 🙂
I do stupid shit like howl at the moon- but once you’ve been sleeping in fox holes in a war zone in the middle of the fucking desert in Iraq for months at a time – yeah bitch howl til your heart’s content.
I iz beast. Untamed.
So, my very last breath will be loving you… ❤
My love, if you’ve ever known truth, know my tongue
Love is the reason for why I’ve come
Heaven is leaking from my lung
I look on you and continents and oceans disappear
Into the thin atmosphere
Wishing you were here
I hope one day you find the street that leads to my arms.
He didn’t know what to tell her,
He didn’t want to lie.
He just knew anything was better,
Than the truth he had to hide.
I read them…
They just don’t draw attention
Not like yours
I’m alive in your world
Like leopards leaping giants
Our history to be explored
I’m alive forevermore
Your words are gems on peaceful shores
Do you think they’ll ever find our matching hidden doors?
Love written like puzzle pieces
Rearranged and then re-written
I’m smitten!
Insert your phrase like a vampire
I’ve been bitten!
Got me itching!
Crawling over the people I’m ditching!
She’s a Goddess hidden under crutch,
What price would you pay to feel her touch?
I’m still a favorite under veil
A full moon can shine from hell
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
So stick around if you wanna. I need to stop screwing around and get a schedule put together for Twitch so I can start bringing open mic night to you. Loving people with depression requires a lot of patience. That’s probably why I don’t have a lot of people that love me. But if people would stop treating me like shit, I probably wouldn’t be depressed. So goes the circle of life.
Ta ta for now!
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I was all darkness, cold and gas
A baby stellar nursery forming with mass
But along lit my flame when it was you who came to pass
I’d give you every bit of starlight if ever you would ask
© Delia Ross. 2020
I already had a poem with Starlight as the title. Totally forgot about this one. And it’s a good one. I’m getting ready to put a book together of love poems but my god I’ve written so much poetry in the last two years and it is not organized at all- I need your help. I need you to come organize my poetry like Pamela did for Jim Morrison because I’m Morrison’s daughter and just as disorganized poetically. People have even told me I possess a room like Morrison when I walk into it (pre war days). I’m a mess. Helps. 💞
I love you so hard, don’t I baby?
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Spaghettified by your verse
Singularity
(I just freestyle wrote this but already made several small changes so re-sharing my original post) 💞
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