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Footnote

Dearly belated
Oh Most Hated
Got me jaded
Nearly persuaded
But sun hasn’t faded

He’s the Epic of Gilgamesh
Death is irrelevant
Lessons from a demigod –
Speaks a bunch of gibberish!

Dear Elite
Think life’s complete
With hand I’ll greet
Meet me in the street?

Do you think God plays favorites?
Paradise for the angel?
Won’t give me nothing I can’t handle?

Cold water sinks / depression leaks

Nothing is more expensive than a cheap boat
Unless you’re out of hope
Better pray for rope
Here’s your footnote

Now you’re just somebody that I want to know

I promise –
I won’t make any promises
I’m too damn ominous
Like doubting Thomas
But my tongue is honest

I’m investing in bullets and freshwater
Dream of killing father
Knelt down by altar
Gold coins for slaughter
At knee they foster
Silver and laughter
It’s land I’m after
For ash to scatter
And sin for answer
God is still my master
Hereafter

I don’t know my own father’s face / I don’t know his fate / or should I really hate

What I am
Computer programs
Happy Birthday rams
Still sticking around
Like dripping clouds
I’m in a drought
The thick of doubts
It’s double this shroud
It’s double this shroud
I’m looking out
Twice as loud

Neurons could be pixels on my desktop
You build walls I can eavesdrop
You build ramps I can skate across
You know I won’t ever stop

The blueprints are in another dimension
God will never mention 🙂
Not that you’re listening
Unused attention
Forward inching

Mark Chapter 11:

Jesus cursed a fig tree
Love thy neighbor
Unless it’s not producing fruit
Then cut it loose
Bloodletting (but he could’ve waited until morning) (when the sun was burning)

(The fruit doesn’t form at night / you get what I am learning)

Dear Man of Sin
Oh Lawless One
Repent for what you’ve done
Oh Rotten One

Dear Beast from Sea
Dreaming of me
Doctrine of Demons
Too blind to see

Fallen angel of technology
You ain’t fooling me
I’m sacred geometry
True anomaly

Stats in real time
But always delayed
The algorithm favors
Those who paid

Do not worship false idols

Thank you for the magnificent midnight moon
The verdict you impugn
Farewell written on ballon
Drinking gold from a teaspoon
Lack of despair come June

He’s the universe
Divided by zero
A nice guy
But not a hero

Money won’t buy happiness
But I’ll be better dressed
I’m kinda feeling ravenous
Like the earth’s my catalyst
I knew you couldn’t handle it

What forest have you been foraging
Like my prayers that you’re forwarding
Like the sun you get me flourishing
I’m yelling but you’re ignoring

Wilted
Like a weeping willow
Guilt silken
And gripping like the end
Bed ridden
And evil are children

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Squirrel happily greeting me and loves his treats I bring.

Tell God I’m probably to blame if Squirrel fattens up too much.

Tell God I want to build a squirrel playground and bird paradise and frog pond and little things like that

An actual mini rainbow bridge crossing over a pet cemetery

A fire-pit and lessons

Like basic human skills?

I don’t like the concrete jungle

You’ve got to stop chopping Florida down…

I don’t like much that man lays claim to

The art, the history, the music, gay and lame.

I want to hear Pretty Bird sing

The toads annoying me all night

Man stole my life and I want nothing to do with his pet projects

I can’t stand using a phone or app

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Inflation Experiences for Lower and Higher Income Households : Spotlight on Statistics: U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics

This Spotlight presents consumer price indexes for groups of households at the lowest and highest end of the income distribution for urban households to examine how different spending patterns can change measures of inflation.
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It’s gentrification and narcissism and those in power set the inflation rates.

They are the reason the rent keeps going up.

They weren’t hurting or remorseful when we were suffering. They were spending money on travel, entertainment, phones and cars. We were trying to pay rent and eat.

They’re amused by our suffering.

A 10% difference is a lot when the majority can’t eat while the rest are at play and having fun. Killing the world is fun!!! We’re kings!

I’m done. With everything. I no longer support society. I am withdrawing from everything. It does not serve God or the natural way.

This is so sad. We only get this one life. Our nation was crippled by immigrants who are not crippled.

Those at the top are the immigrants!

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We’re Sorry (poetry)

We’re sorry
That profile is not available
You thought love was unfailable
We hope you feel terrible

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Edgar Allan Poe died on the street because of this bullshite

He didn’t make it past 40 without love (which happened to be his blood cousin – not through marriage – but blood relation – uhm incest)

I’m gonna throw up 🤢

Still. He is tattooed on my bone. And skin

“Earth is lying”

A constant reminder

I’m just a former shell of all I could’ve been

I hope somebody in heaven still loves me

Closing shop but still sinning at my private clubhouse where it seems the Devil and crows have gathered

I don’t find the crows ominous at all

They bring me gifts and blessings

I crawled deeper in the hole – cuz I don’t know how to leave well enough alone – and I’ve never been more frightened in my life

Edgar was a Soldier

The enemy is in the White House

“I’m that program in the system doing what it’s not suppose to…”

Literally programmed to make a mess

This is why heaven is empty

Nobody wants me here

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Color

What color are your eyes?
Are they ivy?
You’re looking at the blind?
You’re seeing right through me?

What color is your heart?
The color of night sky?
Can’t see past all your dirt
I guess you’re not my guy?

What color is your soul?
Do you think it’d ever fly?
Say you’re never feeling whole
But you’d never let me try…

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

From dudes ghosting me to trying to kidnap me off the street- I just ain’t feeling right…

Know what I mean?

You ever have some guy wait for you to come out of the store and then exit their vehicle and chase you down the sidewalk and then not take two no’s for an answer?

He actually went “hmmm” and started looking around the parking lot.

This is after I’ve told a stranger no TWICE that I did not want to go for a ride with him.

He still hadn’t left.

Now he’s going “hmmm” and his eyes are scanning the front door and parking lot.

He then looks back at me and my facial expression read: is this the part you now grab me and I fight back

He said “alright” despairingly and left. Finally. But it was the longest seconds of my life. Too many seconds after the second no was issued. Too many.

I spent the next 20 minutes or an hour believing he was following me and wouldn’t drive any route home.

I have not recovered.

You ever have a guy wait for you to leave the store, exit his vehicle, run down the sidewalk, and not take no for an answer?

And then watch him scope out in contemplate if he’s going to take you or not?

In broad daylight?

I don’t like getting out. It’s too dangerous being this dainty and cute.

I need a bodyguard. Hence, I’m packing weight soon.

Know what I mean?

I got a girl you want to meet her? Her name is 9 millimeter…

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Pray

All my life I’ve been searching for a man with no name
Delicately, with thunder on the plain
The way we befriend shadow when there is no rain

The way they demand trust when they are no friend
The way every part of him feels like my own end

When every single second he deserves the worse death
When every single hour I will pray for such breath

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Dust

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

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

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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

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

*sobs*

My tears are burning

😭😭😭 helps 😭😭😭

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

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

Don’t fall in love with a devil 😭

It’s purgatory 😭😭😭

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

Gonna die unloved.

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

I’m having trouble facing my own ending.

Welps.

I need God to throw me a bone. Hungers.

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Division

Amongst these ranks division
Our world ablaze in ruin
And I stand burning wishin’
The fire meant more to you

Watch you divide with precision
I’ve been cut in two
Galaxies set for collision
Now darkness can pursue

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Left me in the dark. Welp.

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Occlude

Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?

Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?

©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

This poem was sitting in my drafts (along with many others) I had forgotten I’d written…

Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).

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I Know (Poetry & Prose)

I know that I’m not popular
I know you’ve never called my name
I know I’ll never be like her
I love you all the same

© Delia Ross. 2020

Did I tell y’all I caved after 9 months and broke my New Year’s resolution of not dying my hair by dying my hair Black Number 1 just in time for Halloween? I dids! 😂
My hair is still growing long. Not allowing another hairdresser to touch my hair cuz they’re all just average and do everything I ask them not to do.
Never gonna Botox my lines. I earned every one of those.
For the record, most of the girls that are idolized online have fake long hair, fake nails, ect but this is what guys prefer which is why I have little to no support… I’m “real”.
I still feel like a true goddess, you know, the kind the world has abandoned for being “too good” or “too opinionated” or for simply being “too me”. These snaps don’t show the blackness of the black. But glad to be back black. It’s my favorite color and my mom and sister have the color naturally. Nope, not me. Just had to be different. AKA difficult.
Despite all the enemies made and hate in the world, I recently managed to turn 42 years of age, without one gray fucking hair or piece of plastic in my body… SORRY NOT SORRY. GO AHEAD AND DENY ME FOR NOT MEETING YOUR FAKE BEAUTY STANDARDS.

To him: I love you still so much tho, even when I’m no longer around to say. And you should print these because it’s not true about things staying online forever. I’ll always wonder what life with you would be like because being with you is the only life I want to live… 💞

Still crying by the way. The sloppy, eye makeup running down with my snot and tears kind of crying. I love you. Even tho you deny my existence just like the world and Judus denied Jesus Christ.

Do you also deny that someone existed with that name who got crucified? Or just that fairytale of a bible that man tries to sell you to try to keep you from acting like a beast, tho you still do, but donate to charity or the church or in other ways to ease your conscience instead (to whomever the shoe fits)?

You could try running to me instead of the bottom of the bottle.

You could try acknowledging my existence again.

Fool. I love you stewpids. So much it god damn hurts. God damn these endless tears!!!

Or deny me a third, fourth, fifth, what number are we on my love? Betrayed with a kiss. Oh, Judas…

“Goddamn ye merry gentlemen”

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Jealousy

Watching your love of others is feeling black holes collide
And though I brush off jealousy my heart is gaping wide
Fantasy a haunted garden where dreams are cyanide
And watching you adoring her a spear into my side

Many you need but I only breathe for one
And love you I may I’ll always be on the run
The weight of the shame and remorse for all I have done
Mistakes I have made but none that should permanently shun

It’s like you are a mountain crumbling down on me
Harsh is your punishment and I’m having trouble breathing
And call out I may but silence is loudly ringing
Daily reminders I’m not what you’re needing

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Craters

Your words have heavy impact
Formed craters from contact
But now forever’s been taken back
Honest is always what you lack

Hardcore truth in reality
Desired is what I’ll never be
Clouds of darkness chasing me
Can’t undo what has been seen

Grasping at straws for a meaning
Wishing for value just for an evening
But cold is the hand you are leaning
“I’m sorry” are words you are never repeating

I would die with you
Without you dying too
So begins the cycle anew
Drowning in your blue

Walls, steel cage, or death
I still loved you best
Better than the rest
You know I loved you best

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Even Angels Fall

I write words for you grander than statues
And still you would tear me into
I collect rubble
I stitch together fragments of time
Your broken dreams are alive
I give them life!
And still you flew

I hold onto your dying breath like a pearl
I show it heaven too
But you are a fool

I told God you are forgetful
You know not what you do
But you knew
Breaking my wings into
Here they are for you

Wrapped and bleeding
Like echoes singing
Needless needing

They aren’t cherished in the places I go
Still I can’t let go
When I need you so

I buried my heart where you broke it
Now it can’t be found
I keep walking around
Searching underground

I have a moral code, it’s angelic
You wouldn’t get it

You keep chasing the wrong lines
I’m writing overtime
You keep committing crimes
I’m begetting rhymes

They are gifts for a halfwit

I know it’s easier for you to slumber in hell
Than chase steps to get well
Heaven’s quite a long trail
I went missing there

I hope one day to find my heart again
My eyes grow tired from what it’s seen
My feet are walking from this dream
A nightmare encasing

I’m not well, can’t you tell?
But like a comet I fell
For you

Even angels fall
Even angels crawl
I am not that tall
Underneath it all

© Delia Ross. 2020

Can you see me underneath the pain you buried me in?

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Not The First

It’s not the best house but it’s definitely not the worst
And if you think I’m worthless well honey you’re not the first
And if you think I’m perfect well your bubble I’m here to burst
And if you blame obsession I know I’ve got the thirst

I may not be a diamond but I’m definitely not a curse
And if you’re wanting love well my heart left in a hearse
I might have said I loved you once or twice in verse
But if I stick around I’ll likely make it worse

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fallen Angel (self-portrait)
I know I don’t matter. You made that clear. I don’t base my worth on you or my sometimes mistakes. People grow, people change. At least, I do. You’re likely holding onto versions of me that no longer exist. I’ve said my sorries, I’ve made my peace.

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Clouds

Where am I to go when your words are a maze
They lead to heaven and purgatory
Why do you leave pieces of your heart like breadcrumbs for me to find
Did you mean to hold me in contempt
The way starlight holds in my love for you
I die over and over here
What do you do with the pieces that break off me while carrying you
A casualty of two
You say you want me gone but won’t let me leave
I’ve climbed every inch of these walls
Blood holds them up now
Coagulated and full of tears
I almost saw the sun disappear forever
But now confusion fills these halls
I would die a thousand ways for you
And have
Sometimes my clouds block the view
Oh, and I’m calling too
“Over here, over here, see”
But too many clouds wouldn’t let you do
You stay so far from reach like the moon
Getting close, getting closer, gone
We live in the same galaxy
But my escape velocity is you
I nearly escaped but like an eclipse you appeared
I can hear the trumpets bellow
Or maybe my heart pounding under the mass of you
Waking me from the nightmares you haunt
I scream and hear endless echoes
“Please just let me die”
And die I do only to be born again crying
“Please just let me die”
I don’t know what’s dream or reality anymore
But can hell be any more real than now?
You stripped me of my wings
You plucked me of my feathers
You tell me I’m no good
You say I’m broken anyhow
Then kick me while I’m down
You grab me by the throat
Drag me up with your claws in my vein
You say I stench of love
And spit in my face
You scold me and tell me there’s nothing to love here
So I believe you and stop loving myself
Please just let me die…

© Delia Ross. 2020

I would follow you unto the ends of hell and do, but I can turn around too.

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Nuclear Fallout

I’m retreating
Transparency leaving
Transmissions ending
And maybe love will stop receding

I hit the fast track
I’m not looking back
I’ve accepted everything as black
And everything is what I lack

What does it matter if you’re not here
You’re just my world that disappeared
And I made it worse the atmosphere
Like nuclear fallout I fear

And regret deeper than the Grand Canyon
With quicksand, I stand in
Clearly, the wrong landing
And it’s even worse than I imagine

Empty, dry and desolate
With doubts that I can handle it
Love neither narrow or straight
Worry now the heaviest weight

Peel my eye to your silent sky
And why you never said goodbye
When self-worth becomes a lie
Nothing left but to die

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Tormented

You say praying won’t make a difference
I say running won’t bring repentance
Now your spirit I have lamented
As for letting go, I’ll stay tormented
Walking away, I have been tempted
I’m tired of the endless bitterness

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Maps To Purgatory

The silence rips across my back
Like a whip of time
My soul swells with whelps
As I feel his belt

How he punishes me
Saline tears, darkest fears
Maps to purgatory

Forgiveness a dark corridor
Making sure that he blocks the door
The words he won’t speak leaves me a foreigner
A soldier in the cold without armor

© Delia Ross. 2020

Completely isolated and alone, don’t expect him to care.

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The Picture

What kind of web have you spun
Lying about me
Look at the direction you run
Focused on poverty

The future is missing any sun
While it’s raining
Regret must weigh a ton
Love is waning

There is trust or there is none
The picture you’re painting
Always lying under gun
My eyes are straining

Why’d you let her kill our fun
She’s still in training
She’s the trophy that you won
I’m still fading

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Replay

He’s only there to watch me suffer
Feeds on sorrow like it’s supper
Winter might as well be summer
‘Cuz nothing stops me going under

Please take me back to the beginning
Where just for once my life had meaning
My head was quiet and heart was leading
And doubt was sound asleep and dreaming

Scrub my heart ’til it’s clean
Love is now a fragile dream
Cracked and broken at the seam
Replay the start, end the scene

© Delia Ross. 2020

Heart broken in two
I wonder what it’s like to be cherished and adored

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Descend

Creature of the night and of the wind
And with his lie my heart will end
I’m just a toy made for his sin
It’s just a game I’ll never win

Long is night without a friend
Hard is trust with no begin
Hand outstretched but will not tend
Though like an angel I did descend

© Delia Ross. 2020

He collects my tears like it’s his trophy.

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Some

Some will call me treasure but it won’t last for very long
Some will say they love me when they never did at all
Some will never see me unless it is to fall
Some will give me numbers but tell me when to call

Some act like they know me but we’re only ever strange
Some move through life cycles but they never really change
Some will give me pieces like there’s something to arrange
Some will call me crazy yet they really are deranged

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Echoes

I let them see my truth
My heart, the reason I’m through
The many ways of reckoning
I find myself askew

I give up all for few
Chasing the dew
The call of his beckoning
Will race into view

I show them my hue
The color blue
The reasons I’m echoing
How much I love you

© Delia Ross. 2020

I love you… do you ever think I’m worthy of love too? I’m lonely. Aren’t you?

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Loveless

Tell me, how many do you love?
Is it one, is it two, or maybe 12 from above?
Tell me, who do you spend your time thinking of?
Is it Sue, is it Penny, do I ever occur?
Tell me, am I ever her?
Is there anything about me that might make you stir?

© Delia Ross. 2020

He digs any gal with panties around their ankles. Which isn’t me. No, I’m not worth noticing at all because I’M NOT NAKED or age 13. He also needs a constant supply of “yes” people. He doesn’t live in reality. He’s delusional. And his entire life is literally centered around his cock. Every move. How will his cock get off? That’s it, that’s all he’s good for. Cumming. And not one baby… He’s basically the scum of the universe and I’m moving into the “I hate him” phase. Hey, this is HIS BED, NOT MINE. He can run and hide under another blog but he needs a spaceship to the nearest black hole. GET IN THE SEA NOW, TAKE ALL YOUR BROWN NOSES WITH YOU.

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Hollowed

I don’t understand this lesson
How your actions leave me guessin’
And your heart’s not where it’s destined
And your praise to her hits like a lethal weapon

I’m not blind, I have eyes to see
And your poetry contains bits of me
You’re running wild yet you’re never free
But I’m moving on, without your poetry

It’s hard to count the many tears I’ve cried
And even harder, the lies you’re living by
I’d wish you well but then it’s me who lied
And though I’m dead my love for you survived

I feel empty, like a hollowed shell
Yet every tear has the weight of hell
If I’m missed, I can never tell
I know your love would get me feeling well

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Creature of the underworld…
I don’t like heartbreaks…
My heart is so heavy my eyes cry
I still hurts after all this time…
My hair is fookin’ long tho… almost as long as my regrets…
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Mirror

Is is one, is it two, is it three?
All these words written
To whom do they mean?

Is this not a mirror where we see?
Who then is looking back at me?
Perhaps the mirror is shattering

For reality seems unflattering
When all I recall is they were never meant to be – for me

Per chance they were all mine?
We cannot erase time
But it’s hard to patch – this hole- where I bleed

© Delia Ross. 2019



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Undertow

I just want him to know
I’m trying to let go
Of a sinking boat
And avoid undertow

Drowning seems to be the only solution
Love doesn’t want to die though

So it tries a different form
It tries to love a different way
It gets lost in a storm
Still it loves another day

But like a shark missing its fin
Sinking down, it still can’t swim
When defeat becomes a win
Disillusionment becomes him

I tried to love you as a friend
I tried to love you as an enemy
I tried to love with eyes that couldn’t see
I tried to love the end

I still can’t pretend
That I can love you any other way
And so my heart I defend
The things you always fail to say

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’m trying to love him in a way that it won’t hurt… (just a freestyle from my heart to him)

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The Color Of Sad

She paints her face with sorrow
Showing worry lines for tomorrow
Her lips are the color of sad
Unkissed cheeks from love she never had

Her skin taste of salt
Where her joy came to a halt
And her hand is free from fault
And it’s love she’s never taught

Her hair is made of darkness
Her heart is now a carcass
Her voice has fell to silence
And her mind is full of violence

Trouble burrowed in her mind
And she’s running out of time
If it’s love she cannot find
Her soul will be an endless decline

© Delia Ross. 2019

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He Never Cared

Another year alone on this road I go
And why he never cared
I may never know
Eyes that often stared
No space for hearts to grow
Every moment shared
A price that I still owe
My soul forever impaired
Just want love to flow

© Delia Ross. 2019

You know, I still cry over the fact that he never even wished me a happy birthday this year and it was the only thing I even wanted. But I watch him tell other girls happy birthday. He makes me feel small and insignificant. He always does, he always has. As if he were born to make me regret ever being born. Crying now but whatever. As long as he sleeps at night, right?

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Addiction

He built me tall like a cathedral
I stuck his poetry in me like a needle
Never caring if it was lethal
One’s not enough, give me a prologue and a sequel
And though he took me high I felt like his equal
For a moment he made me feel like I was his people
But he ditched me for something more evil

© Delia Ross. 2019

He once made me feel I was his angel… now I feel no more

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Veil

Go ahead and take what is remaining
Place a temple where the love is waning
Years go by but only pain is gaining
You’ll never find a love like mine remaining

Take her veil and throw it in a river
Loving her takes more than a mirror
Even blind you cannot see more clearer
Look away even though you need her

© Delia Ross. 2019

Selfie digiart of me by me 2019
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Regarding Love

You shouldn’t lead someone on if you never have the intentions of loving them.

You should give people a real chance at love if you are truly searching for a real connection.

If it’s a game of use and muse, the stakes should be known.

I was used, I was lead down a bullshit path, and I was never given a proper chance. He awoke me to the possibility of love without the intentions of ever loving me. And I am the full package and I also know that we’re compatible. But, it was all head games for him. I honestly wish I had never met him (virtually). Or gave any of the very best parts of me (poetry) to him.

But it’s easy to forget, what you’ve done to me…

You took me for a ride / you took me for all the other fools in your life / but I don’t care about your pain anymore
I need to say goodbye…
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Last

Ain’t no use standing on the ledge
Ain’t no use living on the edge
Ain’t no use deciding what went wrong
Ain’t no use crying all night long
Ain’t no use denying what was said
Ain’t no use pretending that we’re dead

Seven days, seven broken seals
Seven bottles, seven ways to feel
Seven hands but never any deals
So many hours, nothing helps to heal
Unanswered prayers left me where I kneel
So many arrows but none of them have the kill

Prayers just to get me through the pain
I’d give it all up for just another day
Darkness now engulfs my only view
I can’t accept that our time is through
Throw my troubles far into the past
Give myself a break from coming last

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Cocoon

“Fall back! Retreat!”
My tongue is on repeat
My heart isn’t listening
It has burrowed in your sleep

“Take cover, find shelter!”
But I can handle most any weather
A simple dweller
Under a star so stellar

You can bury me but love you cannot remove
Is there anything else left to prove?
We all have lives we need to improve
My forgiveness is on the move

Clawing out of my silken cocoon
Growing over the words that you croon
Hoping for chance but loving too soon
I’ll never get over you…

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Fool’s Gold

Fool’s gold
That’s what you sold
Do you always gift your muse
A fistfuck in the heart to bruise

Poison in her chalice
Written words of malice
A traitor in your trade
Heaven now will fade

You tossed away your destiny
You systematically destroyed me
You ran headfirst into decay
You laughed as I turned away

I wish I didn’t know you were out there
Somewhere living without a care
Never once really needing my hand
That was only pretend

Stuck on a dead-end road with a killer
Reached for your hand as a healer
I would wish you well
But I am in hell

Praying now to forget your face
Begging god just to fix the ache
It’s still cold when the sun is shining
Please tell me where is the silver lining?

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Heartbreak Hotel

Heartbreak hotel
In the center of hell
Under sorrow I dwell
I am not feeling well

Part alive, part dead
Mostly full of dread
To sadness I am wed
In a world he will never tread

Spoken words, incantations, or curses
Only dead things here to worship
Above; heaven on the surface
But watch him draw the curtain

(So I just keep hurtin’)

Moments of magic like electricity
Flashes of hope set my soul free
The hand was one and not an army
Words sweetened just like candy

Skeletons, nightmares, and broken dreams
Are all that’s left for me
Your words like a symphony
Helped me grow so vividly

Mourning the loss of trust
Mourning the fate of us
Overwhelmed by the life you crushed
I thought you were made of stardust

Stranded in our garden
With nothing left to bargain
One heart simply starving
Crimson tears set to harden

© Delia Ross. 2019

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I Still Remember

I didn’t think it could hurt any deeper
Or that he could become a colder creature
He’s got a taste for evil and that’s only a teaser
The devil says he was born a natural deceiver

Deep he draws blood from within my vein
A master of lies and pain is his reign
An unmanly thing with a tarnished name
A useless boy always inheriting blame

You can lead a demon to heaven but you can’t make him enter
You can stomp on a flame but it still needs an ember
I can say I hate you but there’s still love in the center
I can pretend you don’t exist but your words I still remember

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Faith

The crest on my chest
It means faithfulness
Loyalty cannot be bought
But it is hard fought

I loved you whole didn’t I
So why the blood no matter how I try
I am stuck at your crossroads
In pieces and fragmented shadows

Over and over I go over this lesson
But no answers tell where the pain will lessen
Just as I’m stable you throw another grenade
I’ve been wounded in ways you can’t hurt with a blade

Lost may you be but I love you the same
Hate is your hand but love is my aim
Stuck in quicksand and on a frozen route
Clouds of confusion but still love you devout

© Delia Ross. 2019

I suppose it’s more than a name, more than a code of honor, more than a tattoo…

Loyalty and faithfulness, it doesn’t really mean anything this day and age…
I live in the minority… (but Faith is my middle name)
There was a time long ago when a name meant something…
Loyalty is about as rare as my smile…
How many more stones are you going to toss at me?
Dead again…
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Spell

Look away from the boy lost in his cell
Look away from the monster creating his own hell
Look away from the blood pouring from where we fell
Look away from the moment his heart made your heart swell
Look away from the pimp who never cares to ask if you are well
Look away from the girls he has under his constant spell

© Delia Ross. 2019

“No hope = no fear” ~ Peter Steele (-)
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Seeds of Descent

Love is a lost art
Still I built a special ark
Made from words within my heart
To help you through your dark

(Does it mean anything?)

Sailing through crosses and curses
Sending prayers of ‘is it worth it’
Lingering in places God deserted
Standing stagnant near roads diverted

(Your words sting, they numb my wing)

Leaving hints and traces of echoes
Chained to someone I can’t let go
Drowning in cycles of these lows
Agony abundant where love grows

(I am sinking)

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Sword

Pull the plug, cut the cord
Your life ain’t worth fighting for
Remove your shield, lay on my sword
Love cost more than you can afford
No love to give, and so I horde

I want it whole, not just a third
Look to mirror, all is blurred
But I see me, when I read your word
And I feel life, where connection occurred
Every single word, goes not unheard

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, unrequited love is wearing me paper thin…

Blood spills over her
Over dead flowers
Lost sleep in the hours
And over things that never matter

“Mina: I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.

Dracula: Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.

Mina: You are my love… and my life, always.

Dracula: Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me to be my loving wife, forever.

Mina : I love you! Oh, God forgive me, I do!”

LOVE NEVER DIES *sigh* (I still love you)

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Summer

Why doesn’t he care about me I wonder
Why does he fill my heart with thunder
Why does he disappear and I step with blunder
Why can’t I ever be his favorite number

Where does the sun hide when it goes under
Would he be interested in me if I were younger
Will his disease always keep him a runner
Can he crawl from his dark and squeeze into my summer

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Barely Coping

Forward calls, voicemail full
Store away the wings, ride the bull
Expose the mask, clean the wool
Give sheeple a tug, see if heart can pull

Cotton balls or iron spoons
Pay for love through blackened rooms
Seen as gain but more cartoons
Heard them crying over popped balloons

Walk away again, bury my hope
You gave him love, he gave you rope
Sinful tongue must clean with soap
Life just means I cannot cope

Sunday here, someday gone
Won’t even bother writing a Dear John…
Might stick around and watch his dawn
But he took me down like a baby fawn

He set the bar low but it is nonexistent
Perhaps it is there and I only missed it
If it’s a girl with missing panties, he will crawl persistent
If it’s an angel with a heartbeat, he will keep his distance

© Delia Ross. 2019

“Still looking for someone
Who was around
Barely coping
Now I hate myself
Wish I’d die” (-)