Confession

You never saw it coming my confession
My tongue split your head like a weapon
And my love was treated with rejection
Just a poison to your world you live in question
But I was the remedy already in session
And you failed every lesson
Your mask like glass brought out aggression
When I had been your only blessing
You lost my affection
What is now your direction
Another cheap gal I’m guessing

© Delia Ross. 2019

Do you ever regret it, responding to me on Instagram the way you did, when I came with pounds of fright and courage, to deliver you a special package, that you just threw on the floor and crushed? You knew my heart was inside, shaped as a poem? You know it’s the very moment it died? An angel came to you and you made her cry. Are you alive?

Ice Rings


Push me to the edges of the brink
When all it takes to forget me is a blink
His love is black and rarely pink
We’re not connected but still in sync

He is so cold I am forming ice rings
Circling around wherever he springs
Love is only meant for cheap things
Angel’s aren’t meant for such wings

His gravity kept me hoping
In a spiral of uncoping
Like a thread that keeps unroping
I am slowly eroding

© Delia Ross. 2019

Eagle

I am like an eagle
I’m trying to unplug sheeple
I am raising flags on evil
Corporations are not people

They won’t understand
I’m fighting for their life
I’ve fighted for their rights
I’m shining all the lights

BIG PHARMA IS A CANCER
DO YOU NEED ANOTHER ANSWER
PILLS ARE JUST AN ANCHOR
THEY’LL SEND YOU TO A CHAMBER

© Delia Ross. 2019


Another death, big pharm to blame, I’M ANGRY!!!!!

Blue (Spoken word with guitar)

I dids a thang! A little spoken word with guitar fingerpicking on my Epiphone acoustic (it’s free to listen on Tuners, no download needed). My fingers are raw and it barely cracks a minute! I have terrible stage fright so this is not easy to do.

🤓 https://tuners.io/tracks/13355

He is the strength of a mountain with branches made of youth
He is a gentle stream of power pouring kindness over you
He has the eyes of a telescope and his focus is on truth
He’s got the sky in his eye and the colors always blue

© Delia Ross. 2019

Blue
Alex Ebert digi art by me

Hello, Excuse Me

Hello, you don’t know me, but I was hoping you could be someone, well not just anyone, more like “the one”, because he’s permanently on my mind.

Your eyes must be blue
With reddish hair too
You’ve got to write poetry
You must be under 6 feet
And love me complete

Is this something you’d be into?

© Delia Ross. 2019

Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind (1 of 3)
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind (2 of 3)
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless Mind (3 of 3)

Lumination

There he is my light shining through
Just knowing he is there brightens my whole view
And so I toss the curtains wide and give a smile or two
I’m sending all my love down the wire straight to you

© Delia Ross. 2019

Alexander Ebert, light of all light, GIF made by me, taken from his newer video “Hands Up“.

Dear Alex, thanks for not being scared of my darkness or love. ✌️

Until You Die

Love will keep you alive
Sin will keep you chained under a lie
Until you die, until you die
But love will help you both survive
And so I try, I still try
Despite the tears he always makes me cry

© Delia Ross. 2019   

Oh my godddddd *giggles*
Poe!!!!!
I can’t breathe, this is like so effin cute omg
Y’ALL
Just a gal on a Thursday night in a Poe tee
Amused!
What do you think? Father daughter?
I think I got my love emo from him…
I hope you still like me out there…
Despite being emo…

Underworld

Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Push him from hope
Let him learn to swim

Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Give him some rope
Let him learn to trim

Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Kick him down the slope
Maybe then he can feel

Hurt her
Hurt her to save her
Show her under your mask
The end at last

© Delia Ross. 2019


Inspired by heartache and a line from a favorite film, Moulin Rouge: hurt him to save him

Paragons

When you’re afraid to read your favorite writer’s works
Because his paragons with others really hurts
And if I had a value it would be zero worth
And there isn’t a sadder girl living on this Earth

When you quit your favorite writer
When you close your eyes to the world
When you toss your pen in the recycle
When you cry like a little girl

© Delia Ross. 2019


I can’t sit around and watch him collab with her, do spoken word for her, woe his twin flame. He’s wrong but I am gone.

I Need

I need a gentle lover who is tough
I need a firm hand that isn’t rough
I need him to give me more when I’ve had enough
I need him to remember I do stupid stuff

© Delia Ross. 2019


Sorry y’all, it’s veterans day and I’ve got food and weed. Bless.

I’m dropping stories in my Instagram about my soldiering.

Don’t you dare come at me with that stupid marijuana fear-mongering bullshit. I need the VA to write me a prescription.

Peaches and Cream

I am all the sweetness of a berry but I show him the sour of a peach
It seems my bitter tongue keeps him at a distance I can’t reach

If I could just learn a language that he and everyone speaks
If he could see through the lows where I have amazing peaks

I wish I could talk to him with my body
I could show him I know joy and naughty
I could kiss his lips and not feel a zombie
I could smile for him and not be so rowdy

There are so many things that I want to say
But my anxiety always gets in the way
And maybe if I had just one night
He could teach me so I could get it right

© Delia Ross. 2019


Writing this made me remember the nicknames my bestfriend (who died by suicide at age 13) and I had for each other, CREAMPUFF & JUICYFRUIT 😍 and we would say to each other, “you are my honeybun and I want to lick all of the cream off of you”. 😊 I LOVE THIS MEMORY. I was her “creampuff” *giggles* I am still sweet like that in the real world, away from a screen. Shy and nerdy but also a sexual beast. I keep showing the beast. But honestly, I can’t help it, it’s like my hormones are 13 againMen go through their sexual prime early in life but women later… Like me, now. Send chocolates.

Vacancy

Is there a place in your heart nobody has been?
Will you take me to it and when?
Has real love ever touched your skin?
And when you’re done with lust can you trade it in?

Is there a hand that ever loved you true?
Because, I’ve got two that can love you through,
Baby, you were made for me, and I for you.
And when our hearts connect, life can pursue. 

Have you ever found a home in a soul?
Has anyone ever made you feel whole?
And if I were to give you complete control,
Baby, just tell me, when can I enroll?

© Delia Ross. 2019

Light-years of Love

Every inch of him is a galaxy unexplored
And every day he is more adored

I want to drive my tongue over
His peaks and valleys and lows
Let’s explore another language that nobody knows

His mind is a multi-verse
I need to immerse (and for better not worse)

His tongue spans light-years
Where I wanna disappear
His words blow me out of here

His hands are mountains I long to climb
Forever and through the ends of time

He is all the energy of a massive sun
And for him I do burn

He is the seed, he is the soil
He makes my blood boil

© Delia Ross. 2019


My desire and longing spans the ends of space and even that reach does not quantify my love for him. Which, is why space is infinite, oddly. Coincidence? Nope. Science and love are hard to comprehend at times, and that is where faith comes in. Sometimes, you just gotta believe… ❤

In Bloom

But then one day the tide returned with his love
The sun rose
The birds sang
The flowers bloomed
The leaves danced
All was anew

© Delia Ross. 2019


I can feel the blood flowing through my veins again…

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Woven

I can feel you wherever you are
Light and dark matter woven into my soul
Spiraling through the fabric of all that we know
And travelling through the spaces we’ve still yet to go
And the distance to our star isn’t that far (just look to your heart)

© Delia Ross. 2019


I want to stargaze him, let me camp under his heart and look to his blue skies and cast wishes on his lips for all eternal…