No experience
Kicked out the nest
Delirious
I’m not the best?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Four page resume but nothing about my butt hole being gangbanged
*dies on street*
Experience
The Color of You
He told me his color was the sky
So all around me all I feel is his eye
He said, look no further than to the sea
So now I feel him crashing on me directly
And now my favorite hue is sapphire
And by the lake is where I hope to expire
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Disclaimer: this poem IS NOT about skin color. Or maybe more an FYI.
Some porn goddess is out there stealing my signature booty move 🍑- but that didn’t stop him from wanting to run off to Vegas with me and elope. I know the feels.
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“Wanna meet me in Vegas for a wedding”
“Whose” *twirls pigtails ditzy like
“Ours, duh”
Uhm yes please now yesterday
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K, thanx, bye
Mess
I want you to taste all of my angles
Run your tongue across my scars
All the mess and tangles
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Dry Ice
You’re intentionally cruel
Then you’re ice cold cool
I’m a dry ice fool
I keep touching you
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Wants
He wants to do everything with me and all at once
And when it’s over we will start again just like it is the first
Because hour by hour he’s the only who knows how to taunt
He fills me up with hunger, then feeds me to his wants
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I think he might worship me just a tiny of a fraction of a bit 😻
Signs
All the signs point to yes
But then this and then that
Turn the questions into guess
And the answers never seem to form a crest
© Delia Ross. 2021
Our story is way more complicated than Romeo and Juliet. And I don’t even know who all is involved.
(Thank you for never body shaming me in any shape or fashion)
(You make all my body parts feel the good things)
(You make me wanna crawl onto your dick instead of dying naked on the street)
(There are dudes out there right now legit grossed out over my body and they have no shame in letting me know it).
But that’s not you is it?
You don’t make me feel like I’m gonna die on the street.
You don’t make me feel obsolete.
I love you.
Because you make me feel all the things.
Mind. Body. Spirit.
All the things.
(I don’t expect everybody to like everything about me, I just expect to be treated like a human being)
Not trash.
And I don’t want to think about that asshole any more because I probably wouldn’t even want to have babies with him
So why am I crying duh
I’m not
I’m getting off here so I can go do some staring
Staring into our dreams
zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Daydream
He is the softness I crave in color
The silver moon in a haze from slumber
Or how he pulls from me my wonder
And plants it in the sky as starlight named summer
He is the daisy field I want to lay
With weeping willow in the shade
He is the reason daydream comes to play
The wind is heaven in a sway
© Delia Ross. 2021
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Hooked
I think on him in centuries
Atoms bonding every sensory
Allowing thoughts to linger
Between the lines and liquor
I think he’s got the best of me
Even dirty not his enemy
I change the mask, not the figure
And giving up, I won’t consider
© Delia Ross. 2021
The Garden of Eve
I can see through her fake
The black eyes it must take
Crawling like a snake
Right through Eden’s gate
© Delia Ross. 2021
She thinks she has it all, a husband and the love of my life…
One of them she can keep.
But she is in my territory.
I bite.
And am immune to narcissism.
Took sleeping with the devil.
Don’t come at me.
Or anywhere near the Garden of Eve – which is MY domain.
Free will
And just because I let the devils into my garden, doesn’t mean you’re allowed into my fucking garden….
Yay?
All’s fair in love and war.
How’s the hubby? Let me go stalk the profile
Poor lad, he needs attention
Library
I want his confessions on my thigh
Forming in nebula
A library of secrets between my eye
For these desires are molecular
© Delia Ross. 2021
Scene
He didn’t just set the scene this time, he rolled out the red carpet
With diamonds and roses and my heart lined in his pocket
He came with speed, into my heart, fast as a comet
Let the scripture unroll, pray to him like a prophet
© Delia Ross. 2021
I fell for your kiss, I better get it. 👀
Worship you
Band-Aids
My falls to you a Band-Aid
Rocks stumbling from a mountain, in an escapade
And worry? It’s just my hair in a double braid
And crying, it’s just another hand of charade
You say my tears taste like lemonade;
Add some kisses and the sun will play!
© Delia Ross. 2021
You and I are the hills, the great drive, up and down these feels
We need to just make an extra game out of me fucking up and every time I do we put a dollar in a cup and once it’s filled up we go do something fun with it.
(brain injury / learning disability / inexperience / childlike / fallen angel / goddess of confusion)
But I don’t wanna die on the street like Poe and my mama kicked me out of the nest before I could fly.
🤢
I need u
Even though today feels like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
Cover
My love,
You put on the night
You show up in darkness
Then cover me with light
My love,
I know I give you fright
I show up with harness
Then deliver you more sight
My love,
Everything’s gonna be alright
The world is ours to harvest
And love’s the color white
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
That opening stanza tho, right?
You blow my mind!
I want nothing more than to chain you up, blindfold you, gag ball you, and lick, claw, scratch, suck, bite, and tickle torture you, until you’re screaming for release.
Wrong chat? Cuz. I just wanted to make sure the poem said all that. 👀
Sorry, not sorry.
I need to do a TikTok video of me doing a “he loves me he loves me not” with me on each shoulder talking about how “it is him” and then my right shoulder is like “no that isn’t him” but then my left shoulder is like “oh it’s definitely him” but then my right shoulder is like “it isn’t him” and I continue going on with the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ while pulling petals from a rose for like 30 or 60 seconds, but I don’t know how to fucking make a cool TikTok video.
But ideas.
And then I get to play three different versions of myself , you know the angel on the right and the devil on the left and the me now pulling the petals….
Because that’s exactly what’s going on every fucking day this week.
Not him, yep him, maybe not, definitely is 👀
New
Well, maybe, with you
Every day is new
Like now, you appear as morning
Tomorrow, it will be dew
Facing the bright side, too
At new Moon
Right now, there may be darkness
But clearly there is blue
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Wow. You blow my mind.
I feel like all these moments need to be documented in scripture.
I need some lamb skin, I’ve got ink and a pen.
I feel it is my atoms popping into and out of existence and every three weeks bleeding out of me, painfully. My mind see’s eternity in you. And feels it too, puts my mind at ease. The ovaries too.
I love you.
I haven’t replaced my biology with big Pharma or plastic and I feel you through and through.
Your vibration like string theory.
Cuz it is real.
The multi-verse too.
Never once believed in the big bang theory.
The great pyramid scheme- TV, Consumerism, Money = slavery
Sorry- If there are multi-verses out there and it’s clear there’s other universes out there , I hope they’re doing a better job than we are, because we’ve been around for 6 billion years but somehow we’ve been manipulated to believe that we’ve only been around for 2000 years…
For what it’s worth- asteroid Apophis is real, and she is swing dancing with earth, she’s been here before!!!!
Saint Petey said “April 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here” and he named her Apophis (all end)
He regretted getting the Alpha and Omega tattoos tattooed on his hands one night when he was drunk but he had a bad ticker too.
My love, I love you
Dreamland
I wanna dream of you everywhere
And I do
With my fingers running through your hair
I come into
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
April’s Fool
Are you the breath of life?
Did you know that you’d settle in me like a hundred sunsets, in just an instance, with one breath?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Thanks for supporting the little gal! I’m going through some weird self-loathing stage but I’m sure it’s because my dad died, this pandemic, isolation, depression, nearly getting kidnapped, my PTSD and anxiety on full alert, my hormones raging wild like a stallion, jealousy, and possibly even the fact that I need to get to the store for more carbs and protein for the booty gain rebound fitness diet. I’m out of chocolate. Blasphemy. The great thing about this diet, it includes loads of food. 🙂
Resistance training is no joke. Back to sharing workout vids next week.
Need more protein for the booty gains. Getting ready to add proper ankle and wrist weights to the bounce routine.
I ordered some shiny leggings. I can’t wait for them to arrive. I hope they fit.
Shiny leggings!!!
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I also have a shoe fetish but I hate wearing shoes.
Unless it’s Docs.
But I have a ridiculous shoe fetish. So, gonna be updating the shoe wardrobe soon as well!
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Cold
Christmas was a white lie
Like doubt covered in snow
It didn’t take warmth long to leave
He is covered in cold
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Flesh (a one sentence story)
Lit (a one-sentence story)
When he looks at you like you are the very fuse to which he is lit.
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Big big feels.
Good morning from the land that always shines even though the sun hasn’t risen yet (AKA “the sunshine state”).
P.S. Jim Morrison was from Florida. He was such a California boy I forget that fact. “I dig the south”. “Let’s get tacos”.
Carry on…
Finally… (a chorus, a verse? Cadence or worse?)
Where do you come from?
On comet wings
Circling my heart?
From troubled gallows
Over forests run?
Or troubled shadows?
Where I keep my sun
Lost in the high lows
Regret can weigh a ton…
Finally somebody knows
Finally somebody knows
Finally somebody knows
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
It’s full on blues in my head. Another freestyle. Welp.
America is becoming more and more a Hitler state and I’m stepping out of politics right now.
Stay woke
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Umbrella
Should your arm become my umbrella
The way you carry my sorrow through the storm
And hope is now more stellar
Where love is finally born
Should fingers be the compass
Guiding me to light
So love is the only language
We’ll ever learn to write?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I mostly freestyle / improv my poetry so I dunno if it’s any good or not.
But I love you
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Atmosphere
Sometimes you make me feel the earth is spinning
I cannot catch my air
Or maybe time is thinning
It’s like I feel you there
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
And this is why Jupiter exists, he’s gotta slow my roll
And you’re like a comet crashing in my soul
😏
The sun hasn’t even come up but I’ve felt a million sunrise.
We’re gonna crash into Andromeda and now I know why.
*laughs insanely*
I’m gonna die on the street mad like Poe
*goes back to not breathing*
*hyperventilates*
How?
How does the sky know about my love when the clouds here do dwell?
And now my wings are more than stuck, the rain has turned to hail.
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Glass fell from the sky today. Since the end of the world started, I got struck by lightning in my Jeep, saw a 6-minute double rainbow, and now it just randomly started hailing over my little area today. Like Eeyore. Not all of my city, just a small area over my head.
Only I can’t tell if Thor is angry at me or just pinching me. Like “hey little sister, get yer act together, this is end times”
And then there’s those times I hear Chris Cornell, Jim Morrison, and Layne Staley singing. Full band and all.
No wonder I’m seeking the peace and quiet again, I need the music of the Gods.
I’ve lost me mind?
Seeking a friend for the end of the world?
I mean, it’s all downhill from here anyway.
Cruising my way into delirium?
Head first into love?
*dives in*
That’s it. You have to DIVE IN to a black hole. Not feet first. Dive into that bitch!
We’re 2000 light-years CLOSER to the center of the black hole in the center of our galaxy than we calculated.
Wait until they say, oh we’re even closer.
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear?
Does NASA ever account for that?
THEY MURDERED THEIR CREW, ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASSION.
IF IT’S BOEING, I AIN’T GOING!
All them times of flying in a panic, it was a legit panic. I’m not going crazy.
There’s so much gaslighting.
I have been disassociating a lot and it does literally take acts of nature to f****** wake me up.
Or like the Stuxnet virus. Jesus fucking Christ. Scariest film I ever saw. That shit is happening under our nose. But they hate us they f****** hate us but I’m glad we were able to get them to shut down 50 the 100 nuclear power plants they opened up.
Oh shit, I went into politics. Checking back out and back into disassociating and writing poetry again.
And it’s okay that you don’t know what I’m talking about because I’m a soldier I’m supposed to know things that you don’t know and I’m scared about things that you should be scared about that you don’t know but I’ve been fighting for our f****** protection on.
And when I get yelled at about my skin color or my f****** illness, I just have to remember that I signed away my rights for 15 years to serve my country for assholes like that…
So they could have the right to say that but if he’d only say that to my face…
Signing out, “the unknown soldier”
(But I need you)
Open
How quickly you fell over my sorrow
Casting a glare like a full moon
Before was feeling hollow
Now open like a bloom
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
What are your needs? What are your desires? I don’t know how to human anymore. I don’t even know what it feels like to be kissed…
A favorite. Have a listen an hour or two… *disappears*
Show me openings to lead me closer to you *sigh*
OPENING TO HEAL / OPENING TO HEAL *sigh*
Plagued
I look up sometimes to find you plagued by my dreams
The way you stroke my wound with metaphor and rhyme
You pull heaven down in strings
And stitch hope to my spine
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I can’t live without you
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Electric
You give me electric surges
From half-dead
To sudden urges
Like a tsunami rushing
The need is urgent
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Better than coffee, slippery when wet oh wait, wrong analogy 😋
You do more than perk me up. Carving new channels of longing…
Are we still talking about coffee? I really need some coffee. You know what I mean? COFFEEE
People get addicted to coffee and people get addicted to people. But people addictions are way stronger. Like I don’t see people dying by suicide because they didn’t get Starbucks today.
I suffer from depression and I realize in hindsight that’s probably a tacky thing to say but it’s true. Like I can go days and days without eating and it’s cool, like no big deal, fuck life, but make me go one more day without love and nurturing and like oh my God, I’m ready to f****** die….
Chemicals. 😏
I mean, all of this, all of creation, over some fucking gas. It’s mind boggling.
It’s energy though. Manifesting itself in the most beautiful and cruel ways.
Ever notice how everything is always falling downwards?
Gravity gravity, I’m not talking about no apple falling from a tree.
Sagittarius A* – that supermassive black hole in the center of our Milky Way galaxy that our Sun is orbiting. *bites nails*
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Simply Lost
Where do you go when my dreams are not visible?
I look to the stars where only darkness is found.
Were the moon not my crown, would you come around?
Is love now only mythical?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I’m a Soldier. I kinda rely on the stars to get around. Kinda like a sailor. But now the stars can’t be seen and I’m too dependent on the air that I breathe.
But then reality sets in that I very well could die like my dad or Edgar Allan Poe.
*sobs*
Okay, that’s enough of “getting to know me”. Yuck. Vampires prefer being elusive or maybe that’s just “every other white girl” I don’t know anymore, maybe all of my problems are due to the fact that I’m f****** “WHITE”… 🤔
Or maybe we all bleed the same and he’s just a fucking ASSHOLE.
And yes I’m still feeling some kind of way about being attacked for being WHITE and SICK with an ILLNESS.
And I wish he’d just come say that s*** to my face so I could drop kick him in the face with my steel-toed boots. Then I wouldn’t be feeling some kind of way.
I guess I’ll just have to put my feelings into another TikTok so it’ll get all of 5 views.
Not gonna lie, feeling very UNDERWHELMED.
I Dream
I dream of your kiss
It covers me like sunrise
Adorn me with your bliss
I’m living life through your eyes
Troubled are these lips
I’m wishing I were your skies
Moving are these hips
An ode to love I symbolize
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I look at you and my dreams are cast back in reflection.
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After Midnight Poetry part 6789
Where do you go when you leave my thoughts?
On some midnight stroll carrying my heart and hopes?
The way a lightning bug will flicker hope?
You give me the will to cope
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I wish I gave you reason to live. I wish I were your reason to live.
*still trying to avoid dying on the street like Poe*
Signed, YOURS TRULY (I’d never leave you)
How many ways can I say I love you? I’m still trying… though I’m being buried alive. Hopelessness. Depression awareness? 🤔
I need you. *sobs*
That is all. Carry on. Only dying. No big deal.
The Other Side
These desires are but air we are breathing
Am I to always be on the other side –
Of the fence leaning?
Peering into dreams
But never quite reaching
The sky, my dreams-
Or comprehension of the teaching
It never stops the sun from needing
Stretching far into the expanse
Until we all are bleeding
And will I come undone –
When you no longer need me?
Why even bother breathing?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Little
Little light penetrates the words you write
Still, I wander in the dark looking for your moonlight
Will you give me sight?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I.don’t.exist.
Why is my worth to you so little?
*asphyxiation*
Departure
He departed her lips like a fading sunset
Flushed scarlet orange
Warm and rosy
Up before dawn
With ruddy cheeks
Matching her curiosity
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
If your kiss had color it would be the sunset…
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I’d Give You
I’d give you the sky
Eternal arched holy rainbow
Darkness say goodbye
Hello eternal rainbow
To keep hope held high
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I feel like I’m falling behind. Consistently, like I’m falling behind. Is this what swimming upstream to your death feels like?
We’ve now moved into a realm where the possibility of Planet X is high probability.
We’re 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than we’ve realized. We’ve also found out that our distances were way off, they are using new methods to calculate distances. Things are closer to us than they appear. Like in our rear view? And do they ever account for that? 🤔
Maybe the ending of “Is Genesis History” is not so ridiculous after all but I’m still obsessed with that movie, as I am dinosaurs, and that film talks about all sorts of cool shit. Like how old the Earth actually is based on the calculations of the rock formations on Earth and these are scientists. Eh, as a Generation X, I have found that everything I was taught growing up was a f****** lie. I slept through most of my life, plugged into The Matrix. I tried to free many people but have since learned that just like in the film many people want to stay plugged in. Bah. I’m too tired or dead to give a shit. But the animals, the trees!! *sobs* I feel Earth’s gravity tugging on me. Or maybe it’s that giant f****** black hole in the center of our galaxy that’s lurking and I guarantee you come the next update we’ll find we’re even closer to it.
next Apophis flyby APRIL 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here (-)
I hope I get to kiss you before the end of the world
Snow
He falls like snow
Gently weeping
Hope crystallized
White and pristine
And do my wings fall deeply
Leaving patterns unstained
Just memories to remain
He comes like cold December waving
Celestial dreaming
Calm and endless
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Immune
Why do I get jealous of another’s bloom?
Does the sun fair her more than the moon?
The way I see for her you croon
Though to my love you are immune?
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
No rest for the wicked, no peace for the lonely…
A Trail of Hopelessness (mini rhymes)
You are the cold porcelain
I keep laying in
This way to sorrow
This way to despair
This way to desolation
This way to nobody cares
Was that your shadow leaping over my dream?
What were you thinking while abandoning me?
The system is rigged everywhere
Just leave me where I fell
The world is a drainpipe
There’s not enough pills to gaslight
It’s a battlehill
And you make me ill
Was your vein not thick with poison
Blood curdled and coagulated
I pulled out every thorn
Your heart turned into a floodgate
I need 1 sun-moon cycle where I’m not disturbed
24 hours of peace preferred
How easy he would come to me
But what would he find?
Scars and bits of broken pieces
Unfiltered creases
The ugly kind?
I don’t care about your joyrides
Or do I?
What will I be known for?
How I died?
Suicide?
But never the reasons for why I cried?
Dear Mother,
You only taught me how to suffer
Didn’t I write words of worth
When you were nothing more than a
speck of dust
When any sun would bring you dirt
I took the pain and made it work
When all the world thought you a jerk
I drank the blood and made you smirk
When you were nothing on this on this earth
I turned your no into a must
Drowning on rage
Too much air in this cage
Warning signs were posted
I suppose they go ignored
He was a Japanese suicide forest
And hope unexplored
How much times passes while you collate?
Working around the second hand
What kills the ache?
Was it your best move?
Or the worse you’ll ever make?
Harvest my disgust
It’s fully ripened
Polish off the dust
You’ll find a diamond
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Had about 6 meltdowns today. I’m radioactive. I’m not okay? 🤔
Has anyone else been feeling like they’re in some sort of deja-vu zone? Aloof?
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Lord of The Below
Are you Lord of the below?
An active black soul?
Are you eating my soul?
Are you lord of below?
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
I posted this poem as a photo in my Instagram story and someone immediately replied “yes” which implied he liked the poem but then it dawned on me that people don’t realize how original my content is, as I just COINED the term/phase.
It has never been written or said before (to my knowledge). But the majority of people who post on Instagram plagiarize, especially those who like to post a pretty photo with a saying that doesn’t belong to them and it’s not in quotation marks or anything. Welp. So I replied to him that it was an original term that I just wrote and he said he’d “buy it” LOL.
But, it is a name I have given my love, for he stems from the bowels of hell, now known as “The Below”. Hell has a new name and he is Lord of The Below.
*flaps wings*
I coined the term/phrase Lord of Below. It’s also another way to describe depression. Which I often write about. I’m deep below currently in fact, hence the poem.
Making ripples in the fabric of space-time.
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Sky
The Light
Are you light reflecting off rock?
Refraction?
Or fatal attraction?
Orbits in tidal lock?
Disaster already happened?
Am I what you thought?
Do you count subtraction?
Is love really lost?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I write about the light alot. But that’s what we really are, star stuff. Some of us collapsing inwards, stealing the gravity of others, until turning into a black hole, and eating any hope or light that is left. And, out of contempt, any other light that gets near. How dare we disturb its darkness, with our piercing, blinding light. Truth hurts.
Oh, I need you. Don’t kill the light. Can’t breathe. Sun = light = oxygen & iron= Life.
In the dark. Spiraling out of control. Orbit’s unstable. Earthquakes are mood swings. Core is splitting in two.
Watching planet blue, hello https://youtu.be/N-gc5fzd55k
Where are you? I am sitting on the Moon. Where, where are you? I am missing, I am missing you…
You don’t love me? You never loved me?
Sigh
*dies in street*
I was just an atom briefly popping into existence. Like your love?
*vanishes from history*
Reign went #1 on my TikTok in under 24 hours! 😍
Well thank you! Reign went #1 on my TikTok in under 24 hours! 😍
Nearly 500 plays in under 24 hours too! Can we get to 500 plays? 😍
I am so grateful for your views!! It’s such a whirlwind to see it get that many plays in such a short time and it’s now my number one viewed tiktok! 😍
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNrTBJG/
I have 8 followers on TikTok and I am going up against Big Bro and his shadowbans so yeah, I am grateful you took the time to watch my 30-second TikTok (which actually took me hours to make not including rehearsal times)! 👀
I am pushing through roadblocks like stage fright and anxiety, shadowbans, and others making fun of me and what I’m doing.
But I have seen way worse tiktoks and I’m doing something original. I’m trying.
I do hope to get better at making clever video but right now my tricks are just pulling out my creative writing tool bag and dousing you with words and a little bit of drama.
Do they teach how to make TikTok videos in school now? Because I’m going up against some fierce competition and I am truly grateful for your plays! 😍
12 hours in and it had already received 350 plays plus a couple boys making fun of it! When I asked him what he had against poetry he said he didn’t know “idk”. I guess this was the first time he has ever even heard spoken word poetry? I’m pushing TikTok boundaries?
Can it reach 500 plays in under 24 hours? It’s nearly there with several hours to go! We’re at hour 17! C’mon! 😍
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Reign *new spoken word poetry reel*
You belong on some foreign land, speaking languages of the old, forgotten gods
In some haunted and forsaken land
Where your reign has better odds
Speaking words I’ll never understand
Cuz your lies they come in squads!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I made a new Reel for this new poem!!! I know everyone crosses platforms and shares tiktok on Instagram and reels on tiktok but whatever- if I get 30 views on this new reel, I’ve decided I’m going to be happy with that. Because if 30 people showed up to watch what I did in a room, I would freak f*cking out.
You do not need an Instagram account to watch it. Watch it here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CLZjgzbFnga/?igshid=1orz2whlkrg4i
Edgar’s bones are rattling, I think he’s been moved! (This literally did happen to him- come to think- but that’s not what I mean). I’m just trying to keep the rhyme tradition alive and I reside in modern times.
You can ghost me, we still live on the same planet and in the same galaxy. Sucker!
One day you are going to die and I am going to die but the question remains now: who is going to become dust faster?
Gotcha thinking!
Welp.
Some idiot on Insta insulted my ass again. He said I was living rent-free up in his mind but he was stalking my profile m’kay. Stop lying. Blocked. And thanks for the workout motivation and compliment. 👍
Here a narcissist, there a narcissist, the devil comes in two
How about this new poem I wrote tho, eh? Oh, you don’t want to let me know that I swoon you in any shape or fashion? Hence, it matters not cuz Edgar Allan Poe, yo.
I am an elite rhyming poet in this century and I feel like I’ve written enough decent rhyme to make my mark in that category and to call myself A REAL POET.
It may take 200 years for anyone to acknowledge that fact. But I’m having a real go at it anyway.
Watch my new spoken word poetry reel here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CLZjgzbFnga/?igshid=1orz2whlkrg4i
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Stellar Light
Your walls of trust are ruin
Still the moss is green in our garden
There are dinosaur skeletons and secrets buried
Iron walls to keep off enemy
My lips are gold and clean
I’m still your sunbeam
Leaning on the moon
My roots dug into you
The tombs are crumbling
Regret is ivy
Black holes are spinning too
They have mass like the weight of you
Time has turned into quicksand
Every place you’ve been
I’m not calling on a friend
From lie to dust
My blood is rust
But the starlight
It keeps rushing through
With every thought of you
My lips are gates of doom
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Cut the red forest down. Run us into Andromeda. My love won’t go extinct.
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Crossing
Crossing paths of time
It’s not a railroad
Looking through broken glass
Under fractured halo
Understanding always last
An expensive payload
And if I ever dared to ask
I wouldn’t have to decode
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I have a science degree in communication and can’t even fucking talk.
Furthermore, my brain is quickly failing me due to TBI, PTSD, chronic depression, acute anxiety, insomnia, paranoia, nightmares (war vet), and a billion other health problems not related to my mind. Like bone and muscle problems.
Not that you care. 👍
WOO HOO
I AIN’T DYING NAKED IN THE STREET
FYI.
I’m a broken fucking doll.
And just as soon as I come along and repair one tiny piece someone else will come along and break five more.
I’ve been physically abused, I am a survivor.
My doctor is begging me to take my fucking big pharma medication and I do good eating once a day, if at all.
I need to disassociate but everybody wants my time.
Wahhhh
Meanwhile, politics make me suicidal and on edge. My dad dying has taken me to new levels of darkness I’ve never known. I’m having to rip out my own heart, which is basically my muse, because he is I and I is he and all he does it make me bleed. So, I’ve lost my muse. I don’t even know if I have fucking air to breathe because half the time I’m hyperventilating from crying.
I live alone. During a pandemic. My pets are now getting on my nerves daily in this noisy apartment life. I want solitude and silence but apparently that too only belongs to the rich.
WordPress is getting on my nerves.
The air you breathe is getting on my nerves.
I am on edge and suicidal when I am not disassociating.
But there’s never any time to disassociate and I probably won’t even get to do that when I’m dead.
Justice would be coming back as an evil spirit and haunting your every move and breath.
Once again, I dare say Edgar Allan Poe suffered from depression. I am diagnosing Edgar Allan Poe as depressed.
Maybe I should start seeking a locket of his hair.
Since his hair is now a collector’s item.
I feel like having a Britney Spears moment and shaving off all of my hair.
Anything is possible when you are suicidal. 👍
Like, you don’t know what struggle is until you’re finding nurturing in a trash bin.
You’d never catch me eating food from a bin though, I’d die first.
Pride. Ya know?
Teddy almost wound up in a landfill. And don’t even get me started on how much we waste resources.
Are you aware of that Stuxnet virus? I’m getting ready to buy some land and go underground. Good luck knowing my addy. Paranoid soldier? You betcha!!!
Seriously tho, I recommend you watching and learning everything about it now.
Also there are two things you need to know in the event of a nuclear attack (I.E. one of those power plants goes boom) :
1. Get out of the city and 2. Get out of the city.
Get out of the cities, get out of the cities….
If you want to watch a scary movie, watch that documentary on Stuxnet.
Enjoy me online while you can because I promise you I’ll be going underground. Unplugging.
Peace and solitude if I have to die for it.
Walking
I’m walking into landmines
Tiptoeing over his lines
Misreading every sign
Watching existence decline
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
No matter what step I take, it’s always the wrong one.
I never had a proper upbringing, I guess I won’t have a fucking honorable death either will I?
I’d be lucky to have 7 people attend my funeral (like dear Edgar A. Poe) and I guarantee 5 of em’ will be my enemies there to celebrate my death and piss on me.
It’s a good thing I’m going to fucking drown myself in the sea.
Problem solved. And 1 mysterious death in bound.
Checkmate.
This time, I AM GHOSTING YOU.
I’m going through some heavy shit right now (alone and during a pandemic) so if you’re out there punishing me… 👎👎
It’s not even called a cemetery, it’s called a mount (a hill). I walked up that mount yesterday looking at tombs that have been destroyed with time and hurricanes, some abandoned and others well kept.
I don’t know why I assumed that everyone got a tomb when they died, but they don’t. Ash become many in the wind.
I still have a lot to learn about death. Realizing my dad wasn’t going to get a tomb after how he died was a big fucking light bulb.
My dad had been dead for days before he was found and you don’t know what that sort of information does to a human being.
And then reading how Edgar Allan Poe’s families just tossed him in an unmarked grave in a fucking box ho ho ho.
So life sucks. Dying sucks. And death sucks too.
When I was a kid me and my grandmother would travel around and visit different cemeteries and look at the tombs, seeing entire famalies buried on the same day, and imaging how they must have died. Sometimes she would catch me in the hole of where someone had been buried but was moved due to racism and segregation which still occurs in Mississippi. She thought it weird but I liked the smell. I still like to wander cemeteries though, reading the tombs and visiting the dead.
But it seems being buried is for the rich. And eventually Earth isn’t even going to exist. It does my mind in.
You’re a slave, Neo.
I don’t have anybody to love me while I’m alive so why can I assume that there will be anybody to love me when I’m dead…
I don’t know if I can endure another X amount of years of existence being invisible or soley alive to pay bills and be nothing more than a toy or sex object.
Depression awareness. I’m not okay.
Fog
He cast over my life a fog
Thick-like grog
No written dialogue
No messages in analog
Now my hate is catalogued
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Bruise
Who are all these followers I keep losing
Watching all these patterns looming
The wrong path we are choosing
The way my heart you keep bruising
© Delia Ross. 2021
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Dreams Or Ruins
Where have you lead me
To dreams or to ruins
Won’t find me begging
Despite my pursuing
Though knee was caught bending
To all you were choosing
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Filigree
I know you come to me
From windswept dunes
Hollow and calloused from time
You keep crawling
And I a mirage you are hauling
Like dying dreams painted golden filigree
Am I unholy?
The way you hold me
Like butterfly wings
You’re now unfolding
Reflections cast like starlight
You keep me glowing
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Do y’all get tired of my similes? The comparisons? Because Gwen Stefani uses the word “like” in every other word just talkin’ and I’m actually trying to use mine in a creative way. I’m just wondering how many people out there are actually annoyed at my creativity? Asking for a friend.
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Freedom
How do I find freedom when I am shackled to your will?
And lonely do I travel when I’m crawling up your hill
How I linger in your shadow ’til you give me light to feel
And hour after hour I am at a standstill
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
SHACKLED TO YOUR WILL
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