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Dim

Every tear begs to forget of his existence
My heart still fights but I wish for resistance
The longing now just feels like a sickness
When love came about he left with a quickness

It’s like privacy becomes a crystal ball
Yet who I am he doesn’t know at all
Take his hand you’ll be sure to fall
Will break your heart then hide behind a wall

Courage no it’s not a look for him
Forgiveness now is looking very slim
He haunts my heart like a phantom limb
Show him light and he will show you dim

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Call To Sorrow

I call to sorrow like a friend
I make him guest of honor
He is the hand I can depend
I trust him like a father

I sway with sorrow in a dance
Lost in darkness in a trance
I hate him first for not taking a chance
I hate me more for giving love in advance

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Rage

Cold in every manner
Lost faith in ones who matter
Still praying every hour
Too many tongues that spit and chatter

Her words hit like a bomb
I was no longer calm
There was blood on my palm
And I knew where the rage was coming from

Pray that every tear turns to a curse
Hide the devil here inside this verse
If he has a fear I’ll find what works
Thought he was a monster but he’s worse

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Curtains

Pen or ache
Pill or fate
Somehow the difference
Is still the same

We change our curtains
But never the roads
We tame our methods
Where love is never disclosed

We dust our cages
After conflict arose
We spin in circles
While blaming our foes

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Icebergs

His failures are beautiful strokes of lightning
The waterfall running
A beautiful warning
A star still forming
A winter mourning

He falls like icebergs crumbling in the sea
A white snowfall covering the trees
The wind in the evening as you finally feel the breeze
A moment of reckoning that brings you to your knees

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Ink and Tears

I weaved magic with my pen for him, but still he left

I cleaned poisoned wounds with ink and tears, still he fled

I dropped dreams like trails of bread crumbs, though he ran

I brought light and warmth and destiny, where nobody can

© Delia Ross. 2020

I write you poetry, why did you leave me 💔

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Rose 🌹

He says she’s perfect as a rose
Pink is her flesh where she climbs and grows
But does he know how deep her thorns can go?
He makes her petals spread wherever he goes
Her blooms so wide beg for control

© Delia Ross. 2020

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The Garden of Us

Maybe if he understood the need
How longing is growing like a weed
And in between the distance and the stars that truly listen
I know he’d rather have me in the lead

Maybe if I took the time to plead
And nurtured space like it was a seed
The stuff that would be growing is the energy in knowing
That fate will come to help us both succeed

© Delia Ross. 2020

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P.S. For Chris

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Magma

He’s magma
Watch him flow
Feel the Earth grow

His words make time slow
His rhyme flows through my soul

Warm desire
Taste the fire
Never letting go

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m gonna effing melt…. on fireeee

Petite little thing
Small but mighty
Broken yet whole
No filter version me
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Skin

These sharks go into frenzy
With my patience running thin
Predators come to surface
From places made of sin

These waters are infested
And there’s more that’s creeping in
These lessons make me nervous
I have a right to shed my skin

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wish I could express my sexuality how I wanted, without the flood of sexual harassment that swarms in.

I wish I could dress how I wanted, without the flood of sexual harassment that comes in.

I wish I could go to the beach or the club, without the fear of being raped or having unwanted hands grab my body.

I wish I could dress sexy and go out and not be catcalled.

I wish dudes wouldn’t send me a play-by-play of how they’re masturbating.

I wish dudes wouldn’t ask me for nudes.

I wish I could express my sexuality without being reduced to simply a sex object.

Eh, but I guess I “asked for it”…

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Body Paint

His words cover me like body paint
The vowels flowing leave me faint
Erasing darkness with a stroke of fate
And momentarily how it’ll ease the ache
The distance closes just an open gate
A place where longing comes with no mistake
Just one more rhyme is all it’ll take
Forever his in the words we make

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Mirror

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

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

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2019



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Angels Among Us

The further apart our severed tether
The more chaos the Earth befell
My wings are burning, we’re not together
And I am certain this is hell

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
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World of Darkness

He’s a rainbow in a world of darkness
He’s a miracle unearthed when planting a harvest
He’s the comfort you seek when you’ve traveled the farthest
He’s a road to a path where the truth can be harnessed

© Delia Ross. 2019

I hope he’s getting the love he deserves ❤❤❤

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Braille

His lips are a boat, perhaps a sail
A perfect note, wind to inhale
A float of hope, love felt in braille
Words to evoke, dreams to unveil

© Delia Ross. 2019

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The Reason

He’s the bloom that comes with the Sun
He’s the thread holding you from coming undone
Like satin slipping off the thumb
He’s the reason the war was won

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Worthless

What am I but a dollar for his bank
What am I but nickel and copper
Spit on me and clean me up
A penny is not a dollar

What am I but quarter and migraine
Polished silver for the poor
Wish on me, then toss me over
The rich horde it all but still want more

© Delia Ross. 2019

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God’s Painting You

God’s drawing a painting and it’s you before my eyes

He brushes strokes of genius when he put gems as your eyes

Your lips are painted like crimson roses and blue are your skies

He paints your smile as if a cloud for an angel to reside

Your height reaches the steps to heaven and your feet are the guide

Hands created from a marble mountain to lift others to rise

Your body an instrument of love and truth is by your side

He painted you the voice of reason, like a tree of life, so wise

I crawl upon your teachings like a grape upon a vine

© Delia Ross. 2019

Okay, initially I freestyle wrote this as a non-rhyme, but then tweeked it into a rhyme because he’s worth it. I really couldn’t get around the double word in the first 2 lines, so they remained untouched and as is. They were the basis for the entire poem. He’s my muse so he is a prompt. Like, just the mere sight of him. But then you should listen to the things he will say, or how his body will move. And I’ve lived all over the world, seen all kinds of boys, but none like him. He’s a miracle. Anyhoo, it’s just a poem, don’t freak out, I’m just writing what I see. He’s a lighthouse in the dark. I wanna focus on the light. It’s now after 4 AM. Another “after midnight poetry series”, I should make that a thing.

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Crucifixion

If given chance, I’d be the one to put the spear into her side
Make her feel the weight of everyone she crucified
Put poison from the sponge onto her tongue because she lied
Never trust someone who has a devil as her guide

© Delia Ross. 2019


I’d order the crucifixion myself
I’d stand overwatch
I’d insert the spear myself
There are so many reasons to not like her
But I only need one…

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Mixed Up

Block unblock block unblock
I can’t figure it out
Got the devil controlling my right hand
And this angel is full of doubt

Follow leave follow leave
I have lost direction
The devil keeps pointing at you
And you’re the object of obsession

Today I care but tomorrow I won’t
But give it another day
Whatever it is my heart is thinking
The devil’s got something to say

Whatever this spell he has me under
I can’t go away
But if he really hated me
He would have blocked me yesterday

© Delia Ross. 2019

All this blocking and unblocking I do, follow and unfollow routine, but he’s never once done those things to me. CUZ HE LOVES ME AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. THUS POEM ABOVE. I’m sure he’d like me to be on Mars already but he needs to fuck me first. Sorry not sorry. Still loves him.

He drives me cra cra for real
How do you stop loving someone? I can’t figures it out…
“Just another lost angel in the city of night”

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Web of Shadows

The light cast a web of shadows and doubt
Losing time trying to figure it out
Forging through worry with rarely a shout
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Hardened inside with lines showing drought
Incomplete circles with no love about
Roots growing weaker with every new route
Clinging to hate though loving devout
Feeling so lonely while lost in a crowd
Busting down rules where I’m not allowed
Wishing for once I hadn’t figured it out
The trouble with eyes they come with a mouth
The problem with fate it comes with a vow
I’d gift forgiveness but I don’t know how
I’d run today but I am still bound
You’d look away but you’re still around
Looking in others what we already found
Feeling uneasy but knowing not what to do now

© Delia Ross. 2019

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His Laughter

Hearing his laughter is like an avalanche of joy crashing into my soul
Boulders of despair crumble into the great wide unknown
And for a moment, if I dare, I call this broken rumble home
Wide open spaces on our faces made for places where sadness can atone

His laughter is like God ringing the dinner bell
Depression lifted like a veil
A voice from heaven reaching me in hell
The very reason for happiness as far as I can tell

© Delia Ross. 2019

Hearing him laugh is a great anti-depressant. His happiness is my throne. I’d climb the highest mountain to hear it, if only but for a moment. Is there anyone you love to hear laugh? I freestyle wrote this at 3 am while the world was sleeping cuz I heard a thing with him laugh & like poem erupted so. I love to hear him laugh if that was somehow unclear. 😄

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Numb

If you climb the mountain of despair
I will greet you there
For my home is made of sorrow
And it’s found everywhere
No purpose for tomorrow
Here there’s little air
Watch him praying to the sparrow
Well, I still don’t care

Top, bottom, or in between
It’s the still same routine
Kiss them now or never
Been numb since I was fifteen
Blinded or with sight
Still can’t feel anything
With cure or a poison
There is no vaccine

© Delia Ross. 2019

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He Never Cared

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

© Delia Ross. 2019

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

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Dead

If I appear to not have a heart
I guess it’s probably true
And if you stick around long enough
I’ll likely prove it to you

If you reach for my hand and it’s cold
There’s nothing you can do
I don’t want a connection with anyone
So find another to pursue

© Delia Ross. 2019

Equal opportunity hater / can see through you
Digi art of me by me
I identify as dead (selfie)
“Dead as dead can be / so the doctor tells me / but I just can’t believe him / ever the optimistic one”
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Addiction

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

© Delia Ross. 2019

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

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Traces

He traces over my body
Exploring every freckle like it’s a galaxy
He speaks in mountains of sighs
He travels through my valley’s
Through my depressions and my highs
He lingers near the alley of my thighs
He catches every heartbeat when he looks into my eye
And gentle is the hand that never says goodbye

© Delia Ross. 2019

He once traced me in poetry, now it is only in dream…

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Veil

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Spell

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

© Delia Ross. 2019

“No hope = no fear” ~ Peter Steele (-)
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Sword

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2019

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Song 999

It’s the devil’s curse
It’s everywhere
It’s worse
It’s there
It’s the devil’s curse
It’s her
She’s everywhere he’s there
Anywhere that he’s there
And her
With the devil’s curse
It’s her she’s everywhere
I don’t care
I don’t care that he’s worse
I can feel him stare
Anywhere she’s there
It’s the devil’s curse
And it’s in his verse
Written in her verse
In blood, the devil’s curse
Signed and written in verse
We’re damned and it will get worse
Tethered to this curse, all of us

© Delia Ross. 2019

A song that formed in my head while I was trying to vacuum (it’s more like a chorus that goes on and on, ethereal, slow, gothy like). Now back to cleaning… (by the way, it feels like spring in Florida in case it’s snowing where you’re at…. neener neener neener- got my window open too- letting light through)

And it’s written in this verse / and it’s getting worse

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Summer

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2019