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Distractions (easy rhyme)

There’s too many distractions
Can’t even read a book
Unless it is your writings
Then I may get a second look

🙂

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Why does light travel in a straight line? Why does something round move straight? I haz questions.

Free speech below be warned

The way John Jones died keeps me awake at night.

Maybe get some land in Utah. Do a low crawl. Whip out the hacksaw. Call me an outlaw.

I’m still breaking out in hives. I did a 30 day raw ginger detox and hit it TOO hard. I’m not a sweater but first shot broke out in sweats. Kept going tho.

Nearly fell asleep last night until the consequences of John’s action really settled in.

Must be the worst way to go.

He didn’t even wanna be there. Just thought he could show off a little. He was wanting to eat some Turkey. Or maybe dressing.

I’m not gonna be able to rest until somebody pulls him out of that hole.

Recovery mission.

Use a robot, I don’t care!

Get him out of there!

Cuz I don’t learn my lessons well either.

2nd week felt nauseous after every shot and by the third, hives.

Guess I’m preparing myself for the end

I really really don’t want a traumatic ending

My whole life has been a tragedy

So Cracker Barrel has a cancer warning on their website that eating their food will expose you to bad stuff

And when you click on more info, it won’t tell you exactly which foods

This is what happens when other countries rule us and the Great Race war theory is reality

Check the fucking CENSUS

Reports say certain Chinese Americans (how they prefer) identify as “the new white”. They even get common names like John or Michael.

Certain Mexicans also identify as “the new white”

And BLM is up 230%

I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t stay here

Land is cheap near Yellow Stone

Pros: cheap

Cons: near volcano

People have been boiled alive at the acidic hot springs

They are my favorite natural wonder and the one’s I fear the most

Always wanted to visit but have this feeling it would pop

Many scientists and people have died from volcanic eruptions randomly

I would have been driven mad living with demons inside a cave

Who constantly gaslight

I don’t know if I believe in reincarnation but sometimes I feel like I’m still learning a lesson from 6000 years ago

China needs to take a chill pill

Most of us are fairly fed up

Eating raw salad today

Maybe just need to stick to a raw diet forevermore

Fucking sick of dying a slow tormentious!?! death

You ever be drifting off to sleep until something bad makes your eyelids pop wide?

For me, last night, it was JJ.

I need an old typewriter

I probably could just use pen and paper again

Ink sucks these days

I hate AI

I’m always writing from my phone

One little tap at a time

Constantly correcting the algorithm

It likes to not space

It likes to change words on me

I’m basically sick of the narcissism which is a plague

But any article you read will state, “narcissism is rare”

Believe none of what you read and less of what you see

He was suppose to take the one that had claw marks all above

But he probably was dared or gaslit to go in the wrong one

It was 9pm at night

He should have been in bed

His wife re-married 3 years later

I ain’t been married once

Some people have it too easy

China has the most ridiculous dictator’s who are nihilistic and their own policies have made it hard for them to recover as a whole due to the “one child law” and I hope they fall but they are stealing white man’s identity with malicious intent and purpose and American names…

I’m allowed to be angy….

I’m sick of being micromanaged

And poisoned

Got some more rhyme incoming but freestyled this as soon as I opened my eyes

Couldn’t even brush my teeth first – already rhyming

Brain still foggy

When I was 16, I would break out in hives every night because of the stressors

For several months, I had to take Benadryl at bedtime

I was even put in a rehab against my will for a month solid, wasn’t able to communicate with boys, had to do stupid meetings

Escaped the insane asylum so many times they had to re-write the rules every time

Sometimes locked myself in my room and refused to come out, using my body and feet against the walls to stop them from breaking in

Demanded air time (fresh air) cuz I was on suicide watch most of the time, not allowed to go outside, not allowed to shave my legs

Broke out in hives every fucking night there

Left the leader tho…

Eventually I was released

My parents were the only ones to not show for the final week to do therapy

It was clear who the fucking problem was and why I was breaking out in hives

I wasn’t supposed to be there

The same John wasn’t supposed to be in that hole

“There are things that happened down there that will never be disclosed”

Yeah like what though?

I can still remember the name of the boy I sat next to in 2nd grade

We made up a game

We’d draw little maps of roads and the other would hold the pencil while the other held the paper to “drive”

We did this quietly and after assignments were done

And every time the teacher re-arranged where students sat, we were allowed to still sit next to one another

Cuz we both got angry and probably refused to do assignments lol

I went skating a lot back then

And even at 16, had rollerblades and would go street blading for hours

I bought me a brand new pair of skates at Christmas, but still haven’t been 😦

So I really hope I change that soon

I know I have a valid excuse “dying” but damn

One day we won’t be able to do the things we want, even if we wanted

I don’t want that day to sneak up on me

It’s like I’m still stuck in a hole I can’t crawl out

And no one’s coming to save me

We have to save ourselves

But God does listen

And prayers do come true

Sometimes

Within reason

Or it’s just l-u-c-k (labor under controlled knowledge)

But I still believe in God

And I don’t know how I survived my teenage years

The quarries, the 50 foot bridge jumps, the standing in front of trains

Suicidal yep

Even in the womb….

Didn’t even want to be born

And don’t want to die….

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How? (poetry)

How do you do it?
Take my mess?
And turn it into puzzle?
Six foot hole with shovel?
Buried deep is trouble?
Humming like you’re humble?
Dear it’s never subtle?

Collecting comments
Crashing comets
Trashy content
Make me vomit

Cross with commas / burned diplomas / stank aromas / pajamas /

We are two plus one
Minus what we’ve done

He steals the sun and turns it into limelight
His pen will give me frostbite

I HATE APPLE / unholy chapel / nowhere to travel / UNRAVEL

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Please steal my ideas
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Do Not Press Enter (says the Devil) *poetry*

I didn’t press Enter
I pressed Return
So the Devil will linger
Like he has concern

I’m a recovering passive nihilist
I’m always acting childish
Just ask my stylist
Fired for being biased
We’re not an alliance
Fall dead to silence
But I’m full of violence
Underrated and defiant
Won’t find me quiet

In an alternate universe
I didn’t jump soon enough
Guess the train caught my bluff
My friends had already given up

Stick a needle in his eye
Listen to his fake cry
Pooling from his alibi
Set a spell so he may die

The water smells like chlorine
I bet he thinks I’m boring
I guess I’ve lost count scoring
The hate is over pouring

The devil loves my bitterness
Right now I am rigorous
It makes not a difference
Heading for the wilderness

We’re the worst crash
That never happened
Like lightning flash
But we’re still laughing?

The feeling of imminent death
Took the wrong step
Made a wrong left
Death is terrifying
He knows I ain’t lying

Pretty toes
Because the highs are lows
And colored rose
I’ve changed tempos
Searching the afterglow

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Foot size 6-7 (petite)

God loves a good joke

And the Devil being mad

*sigh* despite having video downloads off, found my best viral TikTok video posted by another on YouTube (he did credit me – but where’s my $$$ for it going viral on YT) (fuck you)

Society is a scam.

Poem inspired by a scammer scamming a scammer

Why does it aggravate me so much when people copy me? Because I’m Gen X? And we’re the only generation who are individuals? Yes? No? Maybe?

Please return

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Grandiose (poem)

He takes my ideas
And turns them into grandiose amusement thrills
He steals
The yellow daffodils
He’s got too many skills
Landslides and foothills
Rotting thrones
Where he fucking kills

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I don’t know what you are. But I definitely know you are the devil.

More poetry incoming if I don’t fucking dieeeee from this battle

108 pounds of solid fucking fury

Good thing I haven’t boycotted my favorite boutique yet and got my nails painted instead

God save me

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Turnpike (poetry)

Pop up artist in Oklahoma
Has no damn diploma
Divorced him in a coma
But darling she’s a cold one

Unreal omens
Roaming like the Romans
My blood is spoken
One spell never broken
Couldn’t love them both then?

We’re nearly dressed alike
Turn down the turnpike
Let’s go for a hike
Heard from hope tonight

Maybe it was harder than I thought it would be
Humility

He likes my tiny –
My tiny tiny heart
Nicknamed sunshiny
His counterpart

The big girls keep yelling that I’m small / I fear he can’t see me at all

Like a volcano about to erupt
I’m running amuck
Let me be abrupt
This government is corrupt!

Everything he writes
Is about him me you us
Combined in a trust
Locked without fuss

To put her mind at ease, he lied
With spear in side
Not Judascide
Cat caught the mouse
Lie tied to mouth
Not big the trap

Are you burning down cities?
Running from the guilty?
Like a modern viking gypsy?
Do you fancy life more risky?
Got a shot a whiskey?

AWOL / never ordered you to leave

I’m 1600 miles away from hope
No room for boat
Get your telescope
Walking a tightrope

Has karma grabbed your foot?
Think you’re off the hook?
Think steps I mistook?
Ban me like a crook?

I’m a fucking primate
Gotta lot on my plate

You make life misery
You take all liberty

I clean but make a bigger mess / to God I confess

It’s like he’s observing a galaxy from 4 billion years ago –
The girl he used to know
Does he see how much I’ve grown?

Adventure is more reliable than happiness
Said once a therapist?

You’re a deceitful mess
I learned from the best

Dear Necromancer,
Nothing is not the answer
Let God be the anchor
And Earth, don’t forget to thank her

The nervous thumb twitch
Like broke then too rich
Got called a dumb bitch
Might wind up in a ditch

Your new life will cost you your old one
Just waiting for the dog to be done

There’s something super familiar about all these incidents
Just can’t place my feather on it

He works in 12 hour shifts
Might hear from him
In a dozen years

Could you mumble in monotone some more / you’re a zombie chewing on my bored

I wonder where you are on my follower list
Someone I’ll surely miss?
Connection with a twist?
Or maybe you don’t exist?

Got knocked down
Lost my place
Scattered humility
Eclipsed across my face
Nearly lost my soul
Now taking second place

He doesn’t understand
I don’t have love for him
I don’t have love for much
I don’t have love for them

He comes on like rain
Smell of petrichor
Bet I love it more

I know you think I’m boring
Map me like you’re exploring
Tell you stories that got you snoring
I know who you’re ignoring

He’s so bizarre
Drive fast in my car
Foot on the throttle
He thinks I’m odd

We are distributed across billions of light years of space
That’s the love it takes
That’s why our heart aches
Unlimited weight
We’re at infinities gate
Heaven will not wait

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Got my asshole tore up on TikTok today. A few violations.

FYI: you ain’t that good at thinking (poem coming soon) (maybe)

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Directed (poetry)

A purchase has been scheduled / directed by the devil / but nothing I can’t handle

The United States / a nation of immigrants / minus the Native’s they enslaved to get it

Dear Father
Please respond
It’s a matter of death
I’m overcome

But I’ll push the latter
While falling off the ladder
Which one will matter
I’m growing madder

From seconds to 40k / I want my own driveway

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Seed collection

Seed collection

Pretty seeds

I’m saving more than copper and silver, fuck you.

Tell God I’d like some place far from here to grow them.

This is hell. I wanna plant these babies somewhere else.

Even tho, they could be grown in the windowsill.

This.Is.Hell.

Help.

I hate how expensive it is to do anything. I hate the boomers.

There are things I don’t hate.

Seeds. Sunshine. Shade. Spring water. Nuts. Squirrel. Pretty bird. Crow.

I once liked having a job too. I’m considering remote work.

I’ve lost my mind but still have a Bachelor degree. Whatever that means.

I hope remote work.

Otherwise engaging at a sit down job at Aldi sounds potential.

“You plan on tossing him on the grill”

“Yum”

I’m sick of chasing my tail inside the deathcare health system

I ain’t better yet

But I’m sick of sitting around waiting to die

Working the movie ticket booth sounds ideal – weekends and weird hours no one wants.

Also me: I can’t fucking breathe

But I got my 20 minute rebound session in – getting fit with gravity

The rent is paid. They are dicking me around about my carpet “more time”

M’kay but calling the Health Department soon and whoever else I gotta…

I gotta download another app to do anything huh

Jetpack? A filter ontop a filter ontop a filter

Please no more

I don’t want to grow my seeds here

I don’t want to live here

I don’t want to die here

I’m sick of being sick

All woe is me

But I had a multigrain bagel with cream cheese and avocado for brunch (groceries from home) with hot chocolate and some sort of milk with probiotics but no lactose and yum

I am trying to get fat

109 pounds currently

(Steel abs, peachy peach)

(Looking zombie in the face)

(Need him)

Land near Yellowstone is cheap (pro)

But it’s near a volcano (con)

Flip a coin?

I do like my investor inbox, FYI

I want my own business cleaning shit no one else wants to do

“Phew that was rough but we got 3 bags done”

“High five”

Like I wanna help people who are nearly dead and dying – not die

I need purpose

Which isn’t working 3 jobs to pay the electric rent insurance

There’s verifiable proof immigration makes the rental and housing market increase

I’m not getting anything out of being alive

When every dime goes to keeping afloat

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Struts and Shocks (poem)

I’m struts and shocks / your heart tied in knots / his equinox / if I’m there or not \ 
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Postscript

He said I had some seconds left in my tires, I said, well, what does that mean?

He said, “they ain’t got any life left”

I said, well, how much is that gonna cost me?

(You know, everything)

They took good care of her, cleaned up my brakes – got off the rusty business. I’m uninstalling the step up bars next stop, getting the spark plugs and tires replaced.

Eventually, the shocks and struts.

Could I sell her for the pretty penny CarMax offered me? Sure. I could sell or trade her in for a “younger model”.

But it’s Valentines, we’ve been together since 10K miles, I’m not ghosting her or leaving her in this hellhole (please God, we want out)

You seen Thelma and Louise? We’re together til the end. Potentially.

Hopefully not such a dramatic ending but I daydream of it.

Fantasize about ending my life.

Don’t want her to be a casualty of war driving off a cliff

Apparently when you take your ride into the shop, if you say things like “she’s a good girl”, “she just hit 76k”, “she’s making squeaky noises”, – they will assign more value to your ride, as my technician was still tweaking her, even after he drove her around to the front, he was on the ground, tool in hand.

I said, “can we get rid of that thang” and honestly, it wasn’t even installed correctly (so Pep Boys will be removing my step-up underbar next visit, no charge).

Struts are likely third in line for install – but poem written anyway.

I was like “can the rust be cleaned next visit” not realizing he already took care of that – as they were spic and span heading to the car (it’s an SUV)

Maybe, today instead of coming to work, and hating your job, you appreciate and value it instead, happy customer means more business – and not because you did something shady – but now you can relax knowing hooker income is incoming

Simply for doing your job and being proactive

He went above and beyond – or did his job – to the BEST of his ability – instead of quietly quitting

But there was no tip jar

There was no option to tip

I hope to hell God let’s me escape here

It’s good to have goals in hell

Some of the savings was depleted but that’s what the savings is for…

Right?

That’s why there’s 4 different saving pots to pull from.

I’ve decided I’m heading to GameStop to sell the ps4. Whatever the offer is – give it fucking to me.

I gotta replenish the gold at the end of the rainbow

I ain’t even got a TV

And even when I did, the sucker stayed turned off six months

That fucking propaganda box cost me everything

I haven’t renewed my lease so

Turned in all my library books – not wasting any more miles driving to that gorgeous dump

The sun was burning me through the window and I was asking/praying was I “doing the right thing”

“Should I be here, replacing my drive train belt”

I feel like I gotta escape a black hole…

Tires and spark plugs next

If God will may…

Make way for the Great Escape

To where?

A fucking homeless shelter cuz have you seen the price of lodging these days!?!?

$2k per month for extended stay

Or $2k for an acre of land and free sunshine

Fuck you

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Eat (poetry)

I could eat contempt / wrap it with lament / file it tax exempt / yell “god damnit” / my brain will forget / I haven’t cared yet \ 
Searching for you in typeface / underlines / and heartbreak / happiness is our stake / a gamble we should take \ 
A thousand miles from nowhere / I want to go there / ask God there’s hope where \ 
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Bloody Valentine’s (poetry)

This comment is hate filled / a sinkhole / for you to build.

There’s likely bloodstains in the carpet / bloodstreams of my target / am I the carcass?

He shot her in her wedding dress / but love her / he’d never confess.

Father / they’ve all chosen sin / and I’m sinking / in quicksand.

Hey Sun,

How did you rise?
With light in eyes?
Is there time to shine?

Hey Sun,

Am I alright?
The peerless moonlight
Will we unite?

(Love you forever)

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Postscript

*do something / act abnormal to run your blog readers off*

*insert insanity here*

*program successfully installed*

I got John hanging in front of me, and dear Edgar in my rearview, in a puff of smoke, just loving the 10k hand I have drawn.

Werd.

I could use a real hand getting the apartment prepped to be stripped of this danky old carpet, and replaced with some fresh skin (lighter color too)

Don’t even know if I’m staying

LAUGHS

Immortally insane

Running through my vein

Edgar wants me to pick up a typewriter and get off this broken iPhone

I knew the phone was subject to break – but alas – even with these cursive powers – I did nothing to stop its fall

Oh shittte, it broke more than I thought

BABE

Fuck Apple, it’s a 6, I’m done selling shit – and jump off a bridge

But there’s poisoned sweet potato pie in the fridge

There is indeed, God bless, we’re gonna learn to make a healthy pie, but for now, poisoned pie for Valentine

*squee

Postnote: I ignored all the ingredients when I saw the price marked down to $2.50 with a date of 2/15. Said, “you’re coming with me”

But for real tho, don’t buy the pie

(It’s poisonous)

(You die, I die – but we’re not together, Romeo)

P.S.S.S?? Been rebounding my ass off (the rebounder fitness – resistance training – getting fit with gravity – weeee)

I’m two scenes on repeat currently – in my favorite film – Made in Heaven (1987?)

The one where he’s tossing his drink in the mirror / laying in the road screaming to God / Emmet “as himself” AND

Her, crying in public on the street – she got arrested too – dark days ahead

Welp.

GOD: if you don’t find each other, you’ll both be miserable

God: there’s no guarantee you’ll come back

Me: YOU TOOK MY LIFE

The roses are dying / cuz I’m done trying / the crow is black / his heart tarmac

*insert another copyright here*

I wore a t-shirt to the medical clinic once – with Poe on it – and the technician asked if it was Hitler

Millennial or GENZ

I sighed and said “Poe”

“Kind of a popular stash then tho, huh…”

“Hitler”

*makes awkward attempt to continue on with life wearing such an offensible shirt*

(Wonders if others mistake Him for Hitler too)

*creepily laughs

These motherfuckers are in charge

*nearly chokes on the air

*tries not to die*

And in a more recent attempt at “getting out and socializing”

I ordered food – through a drive thru

It wasn’t busy – I had time to count my cash – fuck the elite – you wanna be a cashless society and track me huh – fuck you – cash everywhere or boycott

Him (another Millennial/GenZ): why did you give me so much money!?!? *looks at me stumped like I’m stupid

Me: what do you mean!?!? *looks confused / haz brain injury / why am I so stoopidd

…well, I, gave you MORE to get the big bills back…

Him: *clearly confused – counts the money – proceeds to hand me a ten back, a five, and some silver.

So apparently I’m not stupid. Just pre- computer age.

I once had to work at registers where you needed to know basic math – to count change back

Remember when they upgraded the register to tell you the change back

MY GOD they made us beg and groggle for those jobs!!!!!!

“Don’t discuss your income in the workplace”

FUCK YOU

I mean, Happy Valentine

Burn in hell

*insert shitty photo of me here

I don’t want to see myself in the mirror – or on my blog currently – tho I haz space now

I wants new blog

*stomps feet*

I wants better home

*if I buy the land / will you buy the home?

Tell me, I need to know!!!!

A rose garden / an iron fence / him dressed in darkness / at my defense / our first kiss / give me this
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Attic (poetry)

I have gluten free parts / unless you count my farts.

I run my visitors off / like a cap I’m twisting off / Kiss them with scoff /but first to read their blog.

Sweet kiss of oblivion – heart like obsidian.

I gave him my love / still he / tossed it in the mire / made me walk on fire / like I’m some liar.

Why would he love a dead red sea / is that what I’m becoming / is there good in me?

Left behind
But forced to go on
Through the grime
Delete my life
Rearrange the pie
Crunch time

He’s interested in the context
Not the poetry but my point next
He gets into the prospect
What makes me sad
What I detest
He’s like a mirror what I reflect

I woke up with money, and I mean a lot;
Unless you think ten grand is not.

In the far recesses of your heart, moving forward and backward feel the same

If you’re gonna reset the deck
Don’t write the check
Force your hand instead
Erase the bet
Need savings to your neck

Montana
Mountains
Call of the wild
Throw a dart
I’ll drive there

God recalled
Every little sin
One of God’s flaws

Find me in the attic
Uncovering mirrors
Acting erratic
Unlike the flickers
They seem more static
Visions are clearer

I’m usually not wrong with my calculations unless it’s math
Then I have to ask

I don’t know what hate is / I’m only torn by love

Heads up: A lender reported that the status of your account is now current. Drifting but determined. Maybe we’re learning. But watch for what is coming…

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FOR THE RECORD: I hate my online etiquette but I’m at odds to change it.

It’s me not you…

P.S. I’ve yelled at my body to “grow up” so much in the mirror but alas I’m this tiny fucking thang.

No man has ever made me feel like a woman either.

So fuck you.

But please stay.

I wish he’d remove my clothing – instead of my wings.

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Separated (poetry)

Separated by billions of light-years / this love

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

I’m using line breaks now. Am I a better poet?

I do crave the sound and clack and annoyance of an old typewriter.

I’m not going to put a filter on my poetry like Boeing put one on to tell the plane it can fly

Up down, up down, up down 18 times before it took a nosedive into the deep blue sea

The President: “you’ll need to rebrand”

GMO: “we’re Bioengineered Ingredients now”

The FDA: “we don’t want to tell you what’s on the labels” / NATURAL FLAVOR in EVERYTHING

(It was mad in a lab)

And now companies act like Coca Cola using “secret formulas”

It says it’s good for me so it must be true

(They’ll believe anything)

STOP TOUCHING ME AT CHURCH SPEAKING IN TONGUE

The sounds of my ribs breaking across the ocean as I leap from a bridge / has got to be better than the noises my BLACK LIVES MATTER neighbors love to make

Marriage / or go Hulk / take out the city block

Okay, I get the idea / but isn’t my context good enough

Did you know an acre cost about $2k grand?

If I started the paperwork, I could buy around 7 acres tomorrow

I’m only begging God for 1-5

Did you know I’ve already started collecting seeds?

Special seeds. For our garden.

EVE needs THE GARDEN

I dreamed the birds came to me

Fuck you.

Go enjoy your prostitutes

I should never be included in “a list” (top or not)

I already fell for you / asshole.

You destroyed my wings

You stripped me! Without consent!

If you don’t give me my mini garden the world will end

I know it’s what you what

Nihilist

And I’m gonna be crawling for John Jones / you better get over it

The world doesn’t revolve around YOU

Others need my special love – my light / it’s fading

My signal soon gone

My last will and testament is to die in peace

Man is only concerned with AI and “man’s best friend” and his own inventions

Destroying the world White lives & Native American first – well there’s been other resets

6th mass extinction currently – all with malicious intent “we create our own reality” / we destroyed Mars

Now we’re off to “save it” only we can’t leave earth

Van Allan Belt

NASA says “they made worse”

I need to train for cold weather grow some thangs

I’d rather gut myself with my bayonet / than to let him see me in real time / at my worse

(no filter in the real world) “weathered” (one of them that shouldn’t be in the sun / fuck you)

Tell him / I need more time

(God too please)

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Value (poetry)

My doctor thinks I have value
Maybe one or two?
How about you?

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Postscript

Isn’t is my doctors job to keep me around – like I know an IV is plugged into my arm and I’m sitting on an MRI table with little to zero worth – full of self-loathing, scolding my doctor for making him late for his next patient, because “I’m not marriage material” – and he ain’t even a head doctor (therapist)

“How was your Friday night” – see above. Poem included.

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Yellow Fever (poetry)

I’m not Asian. I’m not a 10. I’m over 29. I’m God’s orphan.

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

They bleach their skin. Cuz Black Lives Matter. And according to the census, White lives don’t. FACTS

Asia number one

And I would’ve probably believed in the whole biblical bullshit had they not tried to convince me about some magical woman getting pregnant without any cum or some dude walking on water and now they want me to believe in dark matter, dark suns, dark worlds, dark planets – I mean you’re fucking delusional and I believe in death.

Narcissism is a plague

Those in “control” are nihilists

Man comes from vagina

Woman does not come from rib of man but vagina

FACTS

The first Bible can be traced back to Asia

“Made in China” – that’s what every Bible should say – not just the version cuz it’s been rewritten to serve Satan a million times

The Good Book with “words of Christ in red” should have never been rewritten. Period. Red flags. It’s conditioning.

And I knew it was all about control when I was just age 5.

I hated the cold atmosphere of school – and the misinformation taught

I even asked my mother, “who is in charge of what they teach us”

She is possessed by the Devil

She swears it is me…

LAUGHS

It was a terrible toxic environment

The folks need dying and dead

Gutted in the fucking street

Maybe then I’d get some sleep…

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I Do Not Sleep (freestyle rhyme)

I do not sleep in a rose-painted bed
With doves above my crown
I’ve got sorrow lying around
Like pillows drifting below

I do not sleep in a rose-painted bed
Where dreams assemble and grow
The visions of yesteryear
Left me somewhere dead

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Postscript: Free speech below

What does it mean when shadows in your mirror appear?

Yeah, I can’t fucking sleep…

I’ve reached a new level of insanity

Please, not the streets.

There it is again!

Am I dying!?!? 😫

I mean, the poem turned out okay though?

God only made me average but I try and do it so well…

I fuck everything up, that’s a give

I want a rose-painted bed

I want a night of rest…

I want in his arms – I want to be valuable enough to be in the same room with a man – and not want to murder one another or break bonds

I’ve never imprinted

Feeling worthless is the baseline of depression

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Demons (poetry)

He’s got demons on his back
An angel full on attack
In an order of the fallen
His heart is black
But I bet –
He can hear me calling!

I know where success recedes
I hope God notices my little deeds
Despite making mistakes in excessive speeds
Crawling headfirst to sacred needs
I know where hatred breeds
How repentance precedes

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Free speech below 🛑⚠️🛑

It should be illegal to sell our data or spam us at our private home address.

The rain forest is being turned into a McDonald’s coupon

I’ve always felt uneasy wiping my ass with a tree

Since age 5 or something

FYI

We’re turning earth into mars

Remember the great dust bowl? Here on earth

Keep chopping down the trees…

Earth will turn into a dead planet

“Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct”

Don’t shoot me if I wind up in your yard

Naked out of my mind….

Don’t have me committed

Don’t do anything

Just pretend I don’t exist like you do now

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Labs (10 word poem)

My labs are fine
But man I’ve lost my mind

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

It’s not just in the koolaid, it’s in the water too

FYI

I not only have to fight the urge to not leap from a fucking bridge, I have to also not get committed against my will.

I made bean soup yesterday and there’s only one bowl left. Shame.

Ate half the pot in one sitting. What a gluttonous little bitch. Followed by a fat slice of upside down pineapple coconut cake 2.0.

One slice of cake, one bowl of beans left. It was a good run.

I’m still throwing my life away.

I hope I’m not next

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Lie (poetry)

“I’m not good with goodbye”
I know why you lie
Your head in her smile
Making me immobile

It’s all-or-nothing thinking
Oh look, I’m sinking!
“Depression is treatable!”
Unless you’re unagreeable!

I must be some kind of fool
I’m stupid too

Sinner or saint
I crossed a line
I filed complaint
Near heavens gate

What if my only plan is to love you
Like a wild sea
I’m raging
For you to pursue

One, two
Passing out the card
On top
First
To discard

I’m letting go of floppy drives
Pulling from my back the knives

How do I reach you?
Through the fog?
No dialogue?
The sky is blue?

There are still parts of me a virgin
Like my love for you
And I fell in my youth

I sit behind no curtains
Maybe old burdens
Cold and cursing

These serpents
Feast on virgins
I want to hurt them

Still converting
God is learning

My spirit forms in verses
Satan’s not in service

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

So apparently, I’ve ran more people off again, and this time it’s because I was busy… 🙃

Busy having a midlife crisis

Laughs

Dear Edgar,

We’re the same

With love from hell,

Your daughter!?!?

With Love From Hell (new book title idea but no idea has ever been my own and Google is broken)

Still fixing the mothership and vessels

48 hours ago was so intense

In the eye of the storm now

Gonna make upside down pineapple coconut cranberry cake today (with nuts and seeds)

Gonna eat it all….

I don’t know why I crawled deeper in the hole

It’s scary down here

No one could save me

STOP 🛑 ✋🛑 This section of the cave is not worth exploring. 2 people have required rescue.

Scratch that idea

Let’s close the cave for six months and make a new map without the dangerous location. That’ll keep em out.

6 months later…

John Jones crawling around with a headlamp from his childhood because even with strict entrance rules, the management was narcissistically terrible, and though quick to victim blame, twas managements fault. He got a promotion and award for killing Jones, FYI

“Why did you put me here?” John Jones (love you bro)

When there’s so much intensity followed by so much calm.

Make cake…

With coconut milk, coconut oil, coconut flakes.

NOM

Just a box cake glorified

Whatever they did to the medicinal, it doesn’t work for me anymore.

Florida is trying to make it recreational

Which is good cuz I’m done paying the state every 7 months to enter a 🏥 building

Fucking criminals creating addicts while modifying and poisoning the goods – it ain’t natural anymore – or generationally grown. It’s lab designed and shit. Stripped everything good out of it. Waste of time and money. Money drain pit.

And if you live in Missouri, you have to pay the state extra money if you want to grow your own weed, because fuck this establishment

“Globalism will be great” they said. I wasn’t convinced in college. I was right.

Never do listen to myself

This will change

That’s the intention anyway

Over and out

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Slums (poetry and confession)

I’m down in the slums
Marching around
Counting my crumbs
Mostly dumbfound

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Two days ago I fed a squirrel.

Yesterday a squirrel grabbed my attention and brought a gang of his friends.

I fed them too.

I also added dry split pea to the seed and nut mix.

Now I got a bird grabbing my attention.

I’ll feed him too

I’m tempted to start buying squirrel and bird feed, and start spreading it everywhere (currently they’re eating my stash of food supplies) (I’m five pounds)

Stop on the side of the road, toss a bit

The city gonna start fining me for saving the world

It starts at home

And in your enemies backyard

They’re killing everything

Nihilism yah know

Psst I jumped into a deep pond

Now I’m somewhere 150 feet deep

I don’t want depth blackout

Thank God it was a full moon (I think)

It’s so cold down here a tear in my suit could send me to shock

I don’t know what’s next but the answers are coming (frighteningly)

I didn’t really have to crawl down here – but I panicked – and I did

I really deserve better than this

I think I’m learning my lessons and ready to try again

Need safe space

Where there is water moss will grow – especially when a source of warmth is involved

We can’t leave earth

Space exploration is a cool idea but that’s all it is and they go through great amounts to keep everyone asleep and hustling confusion

Astro physicist Neil Degrasse stated that the astronauts in the space station are not “in space”, he says “that is not space” and that he wants to go to the moon. He even stated the space station was “boring” and “didn’t want to do what 100 people have done before”

Let’s send Neil to the moon

Oh you lost all evidence on how to go eh

Oh the moon landing was rehearsed

Oh they didn’t have a phone line on the moon nor a way to talk from the moon to earth thus that famous quote we hear Neil say was actually recorded on earth (during rehearsal) (laughs)

So I might be moving

Onto the street

Come April 1st

Or, doors could be opening for me

There is no plan B currently

There is only isolation, packing/donating/selling/trashing my entire existence (minus some things I find valuable and I’d rather bury them in the dirt than tell you what they are)

I still sleep with my bayonet 🙂

I kept my vegan makeup and new closet items

And I’ve since added 4 new pairs of leggings to the collection (giving me 6 new pairs of comfies, nearly a week’s worth)

But some cause cancer

Laughs

So been hunting all cotton, wool, leather for wearing (sorry not sorry, natural does not hurt the eggs or delivery goods)

I’m not interested in memory foam no matter the name or price

That shit is toxic

Soon, the furniture will be removed from the apartment

The deep cleaning has already begun

I may need a shredding session like WaterGate

Only… I don’t know what files to keep or shred

People are dead

The deeds no longer matter

How long do you keep a receipt

And the looming tax files are the only thing I know for certain I should probably keep (medical and military records too)

Aside from that, I’ve got memories from folks and family I don’t want to remember

Or maybe I do

But all these things got to go

Things I’d like to do:

Yep so that’s about it…

Happy depression 2023

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Offer (poetry)

There the offer stood
Like humiliation in the door
I guess life ain’t good
Unless you’re in a brotherhood

© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal

Apparently the thing I was fighting for does have value.

Most everything else that was gifted to me was cheap, fake shit.

LAUGHS

Jumping ship

To where, to which?

To be continued…. (praying)

“Don’t let me go, Murph”

“Don’t let me sell, Murph”

Great time to sell, not-so-much to buy.

Couldn’t really turn things around.

Sometimes nurturing old faithful is the better (and less expensive choice) (lesson learned after much research)

3 too many doors too many

I’ll chill here awhile

God: “what are you doing out here, it’s been ten years.”

Me: fuck the god damn doors, they all lead to hell…

God: “come inside”

Me: I’m fine in purgatory thanks

The noise is sometimes reduced to soul screaming only

“I talk to dead people”

God: “I made hot chocolate”

Me: why didn’t you say!!!!!!!!

*crawls inside*

Did y’all know the Bible that has been re-written many times (red flag) is actually Luciferian

Tis is…

The earth is alive

We spawned from here

Nihilism is a plague

“Too many men” according to Asian science (with malicious intent and purpose)

Narcissism is a plague

Sold/donated/trashed nearly 44 years of my life

Was gonna sell my uniforms but probably outdated and old (tho some new lol)

But not old enough to be vintage sought after

Just basically obsolete because gentrification exists lol

Once the uniforms are gone, I’m completely lost down here

Can’t even take my training with me when I die

Welp

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Hell Responded (poetry)

I lost all my worth, but Jesus has loved the worst

The Moon
A dead star
God’s mirror
Of a big scar

The start and finish are harder than the middle
But I’m not with good with riddle
Games that cost so little
Will leave your soul so brittle

Faith can neither be created or destroyed
It must be born
Crippling sky torn
Heaven scorn

“Love is the anomaly” they wanna kill it all
Watch God fall
Satan’s protocol
Written on the wall

I’m judgment call
Duly sworn

It’s what we wanted
Hell responded
Despondent
Regret is constant
Trust not an option
The cost of conscience
Into the sun a comet
☄️
Blame me I done it
But the sun won’t quit

I’m sincere in my insincerity
I’ve done stopped caring
Veins swollen from crying
Waiting on the greys from climbing

I’m not moving to Astoria
A town of euphoria

Urgent! Your plan is going to expire!
Like your book, it’s going in the fire!
It’s time to retire!

From sea to summit
Tell God I’ve done it?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I made an experimental toasted coconut almond lemon cranberry pound cake – and I love cooking thangs God grows. Even melted 1 teaspoon of butter and squeezed an entire lemon over the butter – added zero sugar – and glazed the top of the loaf with the sugar-free lemon butter nom.

My life is a mess and I might soon be homeless but today there’s a lemon loaf God bless.

The shit at the deli / bakery is poisoned. And they are charging triple to murder you.

My loaf was made with love, 3 eggs, coconut milk and coconut oil. I tried to better it. Especially with unsweetened coconut flakes, cranberries, and whole almonds.

My entire kitchen is ripped out and boxed up. My lease is up in April. I’ve no idea what’s happening next.

This is why Edgar wound up on the street.

And, I’m selling everything I own.

Do you remember that scene in Made in Heaven?

Emmett (playing as himself as God)

“Because of you, I can only smoke on earth now…”

I am a troublemaker but do not want to fall to Satan (sidenote)

But the scene was on the road and Mikey looked like shit

And Emmit was scolding him still and calling him a drifter

Mikey got offended and puffing off away from said stranger accusing him of “only being able to smoke down here on earth” and “a drifter”

“Me… I’m drifting buddy…”

Emmit demanded, “where are you going” and with a puff of the wind knocked him down

Put his foot on him and told him he was running out of time to find her…

That entire scene of Mikey ripping off his cheap, fake jewelry and throwing his cup of beer in the mirror.

THAT SCENE IS MY LIFE

I’m also the girl crying in the street

Because time is running out…

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The Devil’s Hangman (mini rhyme & confessional)

There’s no ethics stored in science
And complaining is not compliance
I’m in hell on the wrong alliance
Now switching teams without guidance

Father is a predator
“I’m not good with metaphor”
Lies spun from the tongue
Feasting off the young

I’m so far segregated from my family tree
My neck is hanging

This place is cursed 🛑✋🛑

I’d rather live in a box
Out in the boondocks
Hunting with the crocs
Open meadows, zero locks

I hate it here
The neighbors in the rear
The cheaply atmosphere
Acting fake when not sincere
The fights always near
The loud knocking dear!!!

I wish therapy came with a cleaning course, demons have no remorse…

Like princess and the pea, I woke up with a needle under me….

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

So the reason I am so sensitive to sex toys being sold in front of children is because I was sexually abused as a child and my therapist kind of brought this point up to me yesterday, but it was a revelation point – like oh – I started crying.

And I am extremely triggered being exposed to sex toys especially when teenagers and children are around (my recent experience at the mall for example – I’ll never return). Humiliated and frightened to death. I don’t even own sex toys. It desensitizes the area. It’s Satanic (sorry not sorry) (manmade not of original design or use)

That stuff was always behind 21+ adult stores – behind black walls – the secret backrooms have become open orgy in the street.

This isn’t the same country I fought for. My values don’t match with what’s being forced on me.

My therapist has seen the worst of me and is proud of me. FYI. I’m like okay but there’s holes in my wall…

It took a lot to stop disassociating just to figure out what my values were and I know that they are not being a band, groupie propaganda whore, or sex bot

I have done some stripping in my life yes. But I was terrible at it. They all wanted more from me and got pissed when the answer was no. Pretty bias exists. The money no. I was rated a 5 in my 20s. Laughs out loud.

How to get rid of mold? Evacuate the premises. Don’t build on top a swamp ran by an evil Chinese dictator slumlord.

Gentrification is a thing, and the Fair Housing act just means this:

Society is a scam

Base pay + give it time and they will start charging to wipe your ass

So forced to live in deplorable conditions – where white lives are in deletion (check the census asshole, it’s not just how people are reporting)

Black Lives Matter!!! White lives don’t!

Yay!!!!!!!

Being on fixed income doesn’t mean one can’t pay rent but now they are including all this other bullshit to keep people out 🚩

Who the fuck wants to pay $95 a month for cable reruns when the Internet is free?

Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $250 a month just to park their vehicle where they live?

Who the fuck wants someone else controlling their electricity and the temperature of their home?

The rich gents do. Gentrification. The Fair Housing act is bullshit.

Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $40 a month just to have storage space? Oh yeee a garage! That’ll be an extra fifty please. Go to jail. Do not pass go.

And… 100k in insurance for the cheap shit I no longer own!

$100 app fee ($25 in the 90s, it keeps creeping up each year) + now an additional $200 “admin fee”

Tell the pedos to get fucked

I’d rather live in a box

Than under BlackRock who are taking ownership of all the major towns and cities in the ungreat state of Florida, which has quickly turned to shit like California and New York, because the immigrants have fucking ruined it

I said what I said

Narcissism is a plague

Dogs were made in a lab in Asia and now they want to charge you for owning one in your home because pet rent you know and slavery

I hate living here as much as John Jones hates that cave

The map is hangman everywhere I go

And now they are fucking with the Second Amendment and trying to take our guns. By creating rules on who can own one if plagued by a mental illness (that they caused). Just like they changed the definition of a woman to benefit man. Anything to get closer to the children. Porn could be censored like our free speech. The way Elon Musk can censor a picture circulating of himself that he don’t like. Too much control and power. They don’t believe in God and they think they are gods. Just like they edited the Bible to suit their agenda. Condition you, change the rules. History rewritten before our eyes. But as long as you keep hitting your vape pen and being poly cuz lgbt is a cult and Satan is in society.

This timeline ain’t even real. Manmade traps to serve man only. They fucking hate women being in charge of creation and are destroying everything and plan to edit dna and rebuild a new earth where they are gods. It must end. 90% of all murders happen by men. Honeybees have a 50% reduced lifespan now thanks to gene editing. Human population is also down.

Doctors aren’t your friend. I’m not here to make amends; judgment hour: angel. What’s hard to comprehend? It’s hell or ascend.

Follow me if you wanna go off map and get lost….

RIP John Jones (as above, so below)

(What’s happening to me, happened to him)

Patterns are key to survival. Don’t ignore warnings or red flags.

The Great Void isn’t real. I want it to be but then I studied it. It’s made up to fit their expansion model. The Big Bang isn’t real. Science is fake. “We create our own reality”. Computers can’t feel. Please wake up.

I sold my TV.

I might be selling my military uniforms, but then I think oh my God, how fucking suicidal am I now

It’s this or the mold

I’m trying to escape gravity

Mold comes from the deep void

But the void ain’t real and we can’t leave earth

Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct

But now the honeybees are at 50% half-life thanks to science 😍

I watched a demon toss a live tree in the trash. Christmas is over. No remorse. What’s next to own and/or destroy? Fuck the poor. Fuck the white.

Fuck Native American too

Asia number one

Hurry die

Checkmate

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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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The Day (poetry)

The day
He abandons me
I’ll be homeless
Complete psychosis
Without notice
Earth my focus
Death the prognosis

This site has been deleted!
Surprise! You were never needed!
Cast out and weeded!
All hope receded!

Compass points
To my heart
Upside down
In you

Without love
It’s all useless
The daily excuses
If we’re not exclusive
Hope is useless

He wasn’t ready for me
Giving himself away
He arrived late
Demanding me to stay

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Still writing my heart out – despite being completely cast out by the blogging community *bows*

Full unlocked exclusive set on my Onlyfans (where I snuck into Top 39 Thanksgiving. Thank you!!) 🥰

If I become homeless, I don’t wanna become homeless where it floods (perspective)

The content carries on two places at once: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal

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Shame (poetry)

I try to hide my shame with socks
The bruises, the scars
There’s no love lurking in my mailbox
I’m chatter from the sidebars

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you for everything. Practicing gratitude.

https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal

I honestly had no idea that covering my bruises with cute socks, would help my mental health, but it does… (proof on the OF)

The algorithm must’ve finally learned English and grammar

After I threw out the Smart TV 📺

PROGRAMMING

Albeit it recorded shame as SHEIN in caps so

I want an annoying old typewriter

Not synthetic fibers

Finally got my hands on some plates that say MADE IN THE USA and holyshite that’s rare

To be from a country where everything is sourced from China India Mexico Thailand Japan – if it does say USA now sometimes it’s a trick and most items were sourced from Brazil

I live in the USA but feel a stranger SLAVE

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Half (poetry)

Would you still love me
If I broke in half?
And would you still want me
If I came in last?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Sitting at the VA writing him rhyme ✍️

When I was age 10, I had a dream about a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy from Maine or Maryland, and he was driving down a long road on a motorcycle.

I knew he was the one from my dream when we met in my 20s briefly

Even if I lose all my teeth, I’m still gonna wanna suck his fucking cock…

Welp.

John was willing to be broken in half to carry on with his life

I know I’m just a dying fantasy

Clinging to hope

He’s young and has the world

I keep having visions of hanging from a tree and him finding me 😑

John would’ve kept crawling if he could…

“I’m not where I thought I was”

“I thought it was going to open up”

“Why did you put me here”

On a positive note, it’s warm today. Hot warm.

I called the skate park. I don’t need safety equipment.

I’m in good spirits despite no self-worth

Whatever you do, don’t get the vaccine or flu shot

Don’t do it…

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Warm Milk (poetry) *NSFW*

Crows and raven patterns
Demands he’s going after
Rings as full as Saturn
Kissing under lantern
Unholy laughter

Coffee with warm milk and dark chocolate
Hearts come with broken lockets
Empty picture frames not flawless
I have skeletons in my closet

I make him feel all the senses
Dizzy jumping fences
Climbing towards defenses
He needs me endless

He’s possessed
Or the letter was written in blood
Signed and scribbled with mud
Let love manifest

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

“I don’t want my kids to see this” 💋

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Location (freestyle poetry)

My location is
The light from chandeliers
Knelt down
The thorns around your crown

Need the heavy glow of moonlight
The deep trails of twilight
Your words gives me appetite
Open wounds for sacrifice
Redemption on the dark side

His expression was burning like a sun
I wondered what had I done
Sundown soon
Turns out –
I’m just someone!?!

Hello Unicorn

Spooky tales
And wishing wells
Parables in parallels
Devil sleeps
In nine hotels

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s Halloween y’all. I bought skates. I’m glowing. Another heirloom, so hope they fit.

Conversations with Millennials be like:

“Have you ever hung out at a Mall”

“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GENX AT ALL?” 🫢

I beat Mortal Kombat on a quarter with a line of people waiting and watching me at the arcade with SubZero against GORO

My mom was a bitch but I beat the game on a quarter.

No easy task.

END OF.

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Demigod (freestyle poetry) *NSFW- soft nudity*

You want divine spark?
Required: one dark heart
Break it apart;
Destroy the patriarch!

He wants the benefits without putting in the work
I’ll give it my all and still get rated the worst

I’m top of your list?
But you’re never around?
Cuz life it must persist?
Or hell will keep you down?

But where do I exist?
The lesson is too profound?
The truth I must have missed?
But who is safe and sound?

He fucking mimics
Everything I do
Wandering avenue
My biggest critic

He fucking limits
The destiny we construe
My sin his residue
Cuz sin’s an epidemic

Closest by a distance
No wall to break through
No sunlight where we grew
We’re outta minutes

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

P.S.

I got a new lace veil today at Spirit Halloween but would you know they were out of their infamous bleeding candles here and at every store nearby! Sold out! So wasn’t able to score another pair, nor will they have any at the huge after Halloween blowout sales lol

New lace comb veil (because she kept poison in the comb and this is a black comb lace veil) MINE

I got a military discount today and will likely sneak back and see what the vultures left behind for the huge blowout sale

Box of tricks from Spirit Halloween 😈

But I still have one candle unburned and one that I just lit for a set that is still more than half (and now they feel even more special for the set I’ll use them since I wasn’t able to score any replacements this season. Boo)

Sometimes I score tee-shirts (plain but black or green or some other color but 100% cotton or near)

New lunchbox from Spirit Halloween

I really wanna save my dough for Dolls Kill and Shein – see what I can grab there this time – got my trick or treat shopping in early tho at Spirit – and with that military discount – but dammnit if they didn’t have the ONE THING I WANTED and really no point in going back but I know I will 👻

I do like grabbing the journals and the home stuff at discounted prices and I did score a really cool lunchbox that includes a poem 🎃

I can use it when I take my walks to the beach and park or travel wherever OR as a keepsake box or to store my gun in 🙃

It’s practical and my first real lunchbox since a kid that doesn’t look like I’m going to work or a hike. But remember when lunchboxes would have really cool things inside them (kind of like vinyl records).

😈

Oh and I got a new skull for the bookshelf 💀

And my military discount paid for those decals but I don’t know if I can use them in any of the photo sets on onlyfans because we’re not allowed to use blood, or say the word blood, or bleeding, so I don’t know if I can have bloody handprints even though they’re decals 💀

I can use them to decorate my Jeep tho or a wall or put it on forever furniture – I DON’T KNOW

I HORDE THINGS LIKE A SQUIRREL

I WAS INVITED TO A HALLOWEEN EVENT THAT INCLUDES PRIZES AND A SMALL MEAL

I RSVPD

I HOPE I GO 🎃

(Please go)

(I’ll let you know if I go)

(Free food even if I win nothing I won a free meal and I wanna get invited to the bigger Jeep events on beachside on Main Street when ONLY JEEPS ARE ALLOWED TO DRIVE ON IT

I’m trying to be a positive part of my community

My little Jeep is old and it could win a free part but I’m not decorating it but if I go – I could go in a costume, maybe I might win something for it or myself, but still free small meal) (networking)

(It requires communication and I’m an introvert so I probably won’t go)

Or go but not leave my ride 👻

Also more writing and stuff to come

My poetry is so fresh it normally comes with mistakes (no editor). ☠️

Yo. I mean, I have more content coming. But I make everything hot. 🤪

I don’t use a poem generator.

I don’t have a husband who could be my poem generator (like David Gilmour and his wife write lyrics together, I don’t have that)

But y’all inspire me

So I’m still here

Trying to get better

In how I hold myself

In how I present myself

On with the show…

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Luck and Fortune (poetry)

I can’t fall in love with things I don’t like
Some dogs makes you want to end your life

Luck and fortune
I want an option
Hope found at auction?
I burn every doctrine
Feet keep marching
I’m cursing often
Earth will be my coffin
Chasing after nothing

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I made spicy pasta today. And still munching on the oatmeal protein balls. I’ll share more homemade recipes soon + poetry + photography.

Thanks for checking out my blog. Photo from today.

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Barricaded (micrpoetry)

404 not found
I guess he’s not around
The sin’s compound
I am earthbound!

PROBLEM LOADING CONTENT
STOP CHASING AFTER CEMENT
THE DANGER SIGN WON’T PREVENT
STOP GOING PLACES THEY WENT

✋🛑✋

Comments on this post have been limited
Blocking near imminent
Barricaded
He claims he’s jaded
Guess we over played it
Black ain’t faded

MESSAGE LOUD BUT STILL NOT CLEAR

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

People playing Pop Block huh 🤔

I’ll crash the party even without an invitation 🤪

A fence is there for me to jump 🤨

So. The love of my life called. We talked about the theory of everything for 11 hrs. and then some.

We don’t want to share separate bedrooms in a marriage

Honeymoon phase shall continue til the end of my days and respawn and love him again

I confessed I loved him in my twenties

We ain’t never even kissed

Not on earth yet anyway…

And I’m doing everything I can to fix my gut/immune system

I’m scared of people but want to learn to exist in the same room as him

I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM

Also, the Poe tat has relevance in that “deep in earth my love is lying”

Yep

He my fucking existence earth sign and all

And I do weep for him

I FUCKING DO

We have each other’s phone numbers and addresses now so the ghosting needs to fucking stop

He gonna need a restraining order to keep me away 🤪

He gonna need 2 or three 🤪

(Shame about the lady who just had her head dismembered from a psychopath she had 3 restraining orders from. Welp. He cut her head off – in front of the kids – 😑)

It’s the end of the world but he’s finally calling

WRITE HIM THE LETTER EVEN IF IT TAKES TWENTY YEARS FOR THE RETURN

We met when he was 19 turning 20

He 36…. 🤤

WANT FOREVER STILL AND ALWAYS

He make all the atoms orbit

ALL

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A little poem, a little photography

I’ve broken into too many pieces to collect
And sin he is buried up to his neck

A demon ran past his curfew
Patience is a virtue
Hard work is what I do
Truth is taboo

I misinterpret perception
The book of hope is deception
Misguided direction
Waiting for insurrection

I know I’m headstrong
I read the data wrong
Hang head low on throne
“144” on the headstone

I’m tired of the overrule
Narcissism
How they always ridicule

The banks block the poor from spending hard money earned
Well if you transfer this or transfer that
They’ll track every move you got
And God forbid you have extra dough
You’ll be met with a spending limit yah know!!!

Conditioning the future daddy 🤨

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Raw + edited photos on the new OnlyFans! I’m still on the leaderboard! 🥰

I dropped a new set last night and I am utilizing the “Story and Hightlight” features as I got/still get penalized a lot by Mark Zuckerberg and at least now I have a safety zone to do drops!

I have lost so much weight from detoxing and my little skirt is a medium and I clearly need a size small now (which is fine) but I was panicked and freaking out because I wanted my hair down and I didn’t do my pigtails and blah blah blah – I can always find a reason why the set could have been better but I received my first tip 🤩

So I stopped beating myself up

I’m getting a rebound session in soon but I want my morning coffee first today

Yep

I drink water all freaking day and all night, let me have a fucking coffee OK, I’m 5 pounds, I’m gonna have a fucking coffee before I work out

I know that sounds different from what people do but I’m doing things different down here in this timeline

I’m so annoyed that somewhere in the world right now the year is seven years back and I want to jump into that fucking timeline and have a baby

My clock is ticking and I keep asking it to chill the fuck out but it is in overdrive 🤪

I don’t want anyone hurting any children

But I started my period at 13 and I should’ve been allowed to get married by 15 and have 12 babies with my husband the way my grandmother did with hers

Immigration absolutely has been a Trojan horse and I’m fucking horny, deal with it

I’m not out there doing anything to disrespect my potential future husband though and if he’s worried about me stripping to pay my bills or to keep a roof over my head, then he’s too vanilla for me

As far as I’m concerned, the OF is as good as therapy

I get to express my art and not get penalized by the dictatorship out there

They did steal 20% of my tip tho 😑

I AM SO GRATEFUL I GOT A TIP AT ALL

But there will probably be a poem in the future about how the establishment is stealing the tip money of its hard workers

AND I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHY EDGAR ALL POE DIED

HE NEEDED TO DEBUG

Like apparently the entire population

I already got a load of dishes washing

About to get a coffee going

RELAX

REBOUND

REPEAT

I’m anxious for my LED bike lights to arrive so I’ll probably pump up the tires and make sure everything’s good to go

THE SUMMER HEAT IS NOT GONE

But early morning and late evening bike rides are about to start

You definitely need lights riding in the city and bright colors sometimes isn’t even enough because I’ve been out several times in bright colors and still have almost been ran over several times with one person coming back to acknowledge it and saying “that was really close”

And I was just like “it was my turn” 😑

I’m gonna try leaving the lions den again

It ain’t safe in any capacity

Which is why I am actively boxing and packing mostly the entire rest of my house and trying to get the master bedroom, closet, and bathroom together, so at least have a little apartment area to not go mad

GILLED AND WITH TEETH. PHOTO BY ME FROM THIS VERY AM. 🤨

A DISH SERVED COLD 🤨

DANGER SHROOMS POTENTIALLY BEWARE (all photography by @poeeternal)

Thank you so much for supporting my content or reading my blog or just being a positive influence in my life overall because I know that I’m toxic and I’m working on that

BUT WHAT ARE THEY PHOTOGRAPHY BY @poeeternal

That ain’t no chicken of the forest. And what do vegans say of eating these parasites? 🤨

THE UNIVERSE IS TELLING ME HOW TO DESTROY THE ELITE FYI

Danger candy everywhere

EVERYWHERE

WHAT ELSE DOES THE MAP MEAN? 🧐