I won’t be coming back from where I’ve been before
Walking over broken souls of the condemned
Offering forgiveness and guidance for all the things they did
Offering love and silence with an open door
But now my door is sealed
And my heart from you has shield
I removed the things you killed
And my love you will never wield
© Delia Ross. 2019
If you’re wondering where I went
Just look to where you are
Every hour spent
You can find me in your heart
The further you descent
The longer that I fall
But baby if we’re meant
I will answer when you call
© Delia Ross. 2019
I feel his smile like a dream I cannot recall
Or if I’ve ever even felt at all
For in his smile I am growing tall
In every instance I break down my wall
My step is softer and I touch with grace
And though I falter he still holds my place
And if I’m near he’ll slow down his pace
Months go by and he still knows my face
© Delia Ross. 2019
I did a reading of this on the app Tuners under my pen name POEETERNAL
Mountains of misery disappear
When he draws near
Happiness is a new frontier
Deserts are flooded into an ocean
There rising in the flood is my devotion
In every direction I feel emotion
Waves of joy as his magic potion
Softer now becomes the shore
A smile is always his best decor
He always leaves you wanting more
He fixes what is broken in your core
© Delia Ross. 2019
Every now and then I see him
Like an eclipse in the sky, so rare
His eyes are an endless ocean to swim
And I feel him everywhere
His darkness shines so bright
Never filling me with fright
My love crashed him like a meteorite
And now the stars are filled with light
I feel him like a volcano
His poetry gave me my halo
Inside me swirls a tornado
My desire and love his credo
© Delia Ross. 2019
Truth came hard like thunder, the sky opened her eyes, flush with rage, she whipped across the night, striking melodies of discord, a witness to betrayal, an immediate downpour of reason, she licks blood from the spear of doubt, her shout echoes into the distant memory of what was, what ever could be, lies dance in ballerina shoes into neverland, but truth comes hard like thunder. I open my gates to her fury, for she is my sister and cry together we did.
© Delia Ross. 2019
It creeps upon me like a thick fog surrounding every ache and agony with despair and fear covering me in a blanket of dirt twice as deep as my death.
© Delia Ross. 2019
You make me feel like all the black emptiness of space. Infinitely nothing. Gone, without a trace. Vanished into oblivion. Banished without face.
© Delia Ross. 2019
He smiles and my dark galaxy lights up like little fireflies glowing in the night sky
© Delia Ross. 2019
I feel him wash over me like a warm, sticky glue
The depths his magic can reach is unknown magnitude
Though my love for him continues to reach new altitude
His name in my soul now a permanent tattoo
And you can’t break what’s bulletproof
© Delia Ross. 2019
He wears flowers around his wrist
And flowing locks that are in a twist
With my attention in his grip
And rosy cheeks now in his mist
He has a touch of thunder in his fist
For what he touches turns out kissed
And it’s only love flowing from his lip
And every smile is an eclipse
© Delia Ross. 2019
You were my knight
And all I ever wanted
Not the words that you write
Which leave me feeling haunted
© Delia Ross. 2019
He laps her like a loyal dog chained by the guardian of hell, her purgatory – his territory
He kissed me and the Earth started to spin…
You could have just loved me the way that I deserved.
I shriveled up and died of unimportance, in case you hadn’t noticed…
Nothing I love ever makes it home.
Love. Love. What love?
It fits more like a tourniquet
I don’t want any part of it
My eyes met his eyes which awakened parts of my spirit unknowingly sleeping and even now my pulse dances anew…
He looked deeply into my eyes and said he wanted to make love to my sorrow –
So that the eyes looking back would look forward to tomorrow
She tied the anchor to my foot and pushed me off the plank while yelling, “at least you got some good poetry out of it…”
His smile made me whole. His love is a lighthouse in a dark galaxy.
© Delia Ross. 2019
You gave me the very best of you
But nothing changed the need
You saved the very worst of you
For another seed
The one hanging over you
Filled with so much greed
I just wanted you to know
Your absence makes me bleed
And no matter how far you go
Your love is still my creed
© Delia Ross. 2019
I need your approval
The same way a boat requires a shore
No other hand more crucial
Than the one that I adore
Your words a symphony of music
That hit my very core
Your love so very translucent
It makes me love you more
© Delia Ross. 2019
His smile, like a garden rises up in me, planting seeds of love and blooms of sweet joy thick as nectar for the goddess in a womb…
© Delia Ross. 2019
There it lies, my apologies
Floating in a sea of tears
They collide and form
Into giant colonies
Washing away pride
Without applause or cheers
His walls raise with authority
As I pound on his door
Hints of a new policy
For the heartless to join his corps
© Delia Ross. 2019
Claims he loves me but keeps punching in my heart
Says he knows me but leaves me in the dark
Says I’m only but gives her all his art
Holds her tightly as they watch me fall apart
© Delia Ross. 2019
I set sail for islands made of hope banded together by the echoes of his voice guiding me like starlight.
© Delia Ross. 2019
The cold, deep darkness of space still could not fill the void you make me feel. A vast expansion of nothing.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Like a sword, he draws his words with such aim and accuracy, I feel the cold blade of reason pierce my identity.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Her tears slip from heaven
Soft and smooth as satin
From a vacant cloud
With a silken shroud
Full of sorrow in its possession
Sunshine is now in recession
Cold winds of knowing
An angel upon sorrowing
The truth makes the rest a lie
Consequences rage and ramify
Tears as heavy as hail
As they fall, they impale
© Delia Ross. 2019
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He does not exist anywhere except for on this page
And in a downward spiral my sadness turns to rage
The crowd keeps applauding though we both have left the stage
And if I ever mattered is now difficult to gauge
Will my heart always remain behind a cage?
That’s a bet for losing and I haven’t any wage
I’d ask him for forgiveness but I never act my age
I’d ask him for a hand but I know he won’t engage
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s not enough that I am sadly. I camp inside the thick blanket of sorrow watching joy trickle like a slow leaking faucet…
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My brain says to go left
So my feet instead go right
My soul says to give it up
Yet my body puts up a fight
I’m so tired of feeling low
But my eyes stay in the light
Everybody thinks they know
But they haven’t got the sight
Round and round the Sun may go
But my days aren’t very bright
I have shelter from the cold
Yet my heart has frostbite
I am scared so I act bold
But I mostly feel uptight
© Delia Ross. 2019
It’s over, I sealed the coffin lid
I felt my heart die when I did
I left it with a sign that read “forbid”
And inside that coffin is where I hid
Now comes the peace I’ve been searching for since a kid
© Delia Ross. 2019
Words needn’t be backed up with a promise to have meaning
Lying seems to be the direction everyone is leaning
Tongues twist and slither without feeling
Inserting poison which keeps us from dreaming
And as the blood boils our hearts stop beating
Hate simmers and spreads in a cycle of repeating
And from this dark spiral we keep feeding
Outnumbered, my feet and love start receding
Here comes another decade of me screaming
Hope faded with the dawn of needing
My love is the only love that can bring healing
My soul is weary and ready for eternal sleeping
I fight to stay alive God willing
I wish I could stop my love from ever leaking
These demons feast from me and leave me freezing
As I lay dying I start believing-
Love is just an illusion to keep me from leaving
© Delia Ross. 2019
He had never known love before
It creeped around his dwelling but never knocked upon his door
But when she came, she came with the power of Thor
Her love roamed his heart like a wild boar
For she finally found the love she was searching for
© Delia Ross. 2019
I live where his garden grows
I rise when his sun shines
I hop between the rows of rhyme
And flower like a rose
As I spread across his vine
Are gone these constant lows
My spirit smells of wine
My sorrow burrows where nobody knows
I place every syllable in a shrine
And watch my tears decompose
I lose all track of time
While I’m bandaging my woes
© Delia Ross. 2019
The flowers growing
They are for spring
The wind blowing
For spreading your wings
The gold glowing
Jewelry for kings
The winter snowing
Backdrops for queens
The rhyme flowing
For other beings
The tears showing
Always for me
The trouble knowing
My life has no meaning
© Delia Ross. 2019
His eyes or the ocean blue
His touch are where the mountains grew
His sky or an Earthly view
His words a permanent tattoo
His love or the harvest moon
His forgiveness is a sunrise too
My soul with endless gratitude
The universe is my eternal love for you
© Delia Ross. 2019
Take a bite of silence
Spread it like a virus
Watch the hour widen
Feel the pain ripen
As hearts growing calloused
Whose wall is tallest
Add it to the distance
A sweet tongue now viscous
A truth more painful than a lie
A hello more terrifying than goodbye
With all parties now listening
Two of the same are wishing
On a star which died many years ago
What remains is a shadow
Though they wouldn’t know
No they wouldn’t know
He remains as a scarecrow
Protecting over his soul
© Delia Ross. 2019
I have been living in the shadows of the unworthy
I have been skipping in the streets of doubt
I gave a lot of hell to reason
I took a detour on the wrong route
My hands became bloodthirsty
After my tongue experienced drought
I lost the better meaning
Building bridges with no way out
I’d welcome his friends any season
Because mercy was made not to shout
© Delia Ross. 2019
We all have skeletons in our closet
Some wear many masks
We all tuck lies in our pocket
With questions never asked
If any were to audit
They’d see plenty had been tasked
It would hit you like a rocket
The truth would come so fast
And it is as loud as a trumpet
Truth will feel harassed
A sinner of mistruth or a prophet
The unknown is so vast
If only he hadn’t known it
Our love might have last
© Delia Ross. 2019
I am trying to control the volcano
But still it erupts
I tried to adjust my halo
From slipping where it corrupts
My tongue not as tuned as a piano
And it dances where it disrupts
My feet unmatched the tempo
Crushing time where it galloped
But there resides love over my rainbow
And it will never leave you empty or bankrupt
© Delia Ross. 2019
She is not a tornado
She is the wind needed to sail
She is not ammo
She is the scope needed in hell
She is not woe
Her smile is hidden under veil
She is the result of a Weeping Willow
Growing taller where she fell
Where others only see shadow
She is the path of a hidden trail
She is not a black hole
She is the breath from which you inhale
She is not the wisdom of Plato
Or the beauty of a comet tail
She is full of love for you
Without measure and off the scale
© Delia Ross. 2019
I know he is feeling wanton
And there is others that he is wanting
Silence keeps me a prisoner here
Slowly I am starting to disappear
For now my heart feels like cotton
Once hard, then soft, now rotting
Sweet and sour candy
For the forgotten
© Delia Ross. 2019
I want to walk with him until the end
Stand before hell both condemned
As long as he holds my hand
I can face whatever God will send
I want to touch his face
As the world falls, feel his embrace
Holding me tight to ease the ache
Protecting me from the bite of fate
I want to see his eyes at the end of a rainbow
That is where our kisses go
That is where our love will grow
The end, together, is an afterglow
© Delia Ross. 2019
I already knew I loved him
Though not the hour when
I already felt at home
In a place I’d never been
© Delia Ross. 2019
Baby, why do you hide?
Is there room for me inside?
Baby, why have you run?
Is it something that I’ve done?
Baby, why did you go?
Am I someone you don’t want to know?
Baby, why are we hurting?
Do you feel we’re not worth it?
Baby, why do you fear?
Everything we wanted is finally here.
Baby, I didn’t mean to push you away
Please tell me you’re coming back someday?
Baby, why do you haunt me like a ghost?
When I’m the person who misses you most
© Delia Ross. 2019
How did it come to be?
Two strangers growing stranger
Rooting and growing under the same tree
Where both souls are endangered
What fruit did we eat?
That put our life in danger
Eyes that see and tongues that never speak
But love that tames our nature
Give me seed
Not a glacier
Walk with me
For the remainder
© Delia Ross. 2019
I struggle with reason. I dwell on it, rub over it like a pig in mud. Try it on, wear it overnight, sometimes invite it over for the weekend. And when pleasing, cook it a good meal. It takes awhile to break in, like a good pair of shoes that you love but that hurts your feet. They bleed and cause blisters yet you wear them anyway. You think the money or time invested is now worth the pain. So many hours pounding the streets in them. The pain never fades, it burrows and claws its way into every moment, crushing stone as you walk. Time moves on, leaving bitter trails stained with blood, a journey harder than once thought. Your worry weighing down, as peace is not coming back, and it cost more than you originally bought. In the end, you come to know every season. Every why. Every when. Every how. Reason will be an uninvited guest. Knowledge will begin to feel like treason. How could you not know? Until this very moment. With death lingering like a demon.
© Delia Ross. 2019
I cross lines not made for me
He sails across my stormy sea
I break rules when he is not around
He has the strength to carry my frown
Where I see apocalypse
In his view is an eclipse
Though my cross is more than I can carry
He offers a hand so it is less heavy
My troubles are handled by the soul of a clown
Despite my flaws he continues to carry my crown
Distance befalls the soul as a crucifix
Navigating ghostly tides to find each other’s lips
© Delia Ross. 2019
BOOM…
Her noise crashed into existence
An adulterer of daylight
In the eyes of the night a mistress
Still the Sun would chase her with all of his might
Penetrating years to lessen the distance
Every sky diamond flickers white candle light
But ask him of commitment and he’s a terrible witness
He will disappear before the Moon is in sight
His energy expelled before the ink dries from words written
Feeding from his lies as a tiny parasite
Chewing on his poison never seeking his permission
Ignoring red flags as your soul fills with blight
Asking for truth only delivers misinformation
Dancing for love on the back of the night
Keep chasing light despite its resistance
© Delia Ross. 2019
Why can’t for once someone accept my love
Try it on like a pair of pants or gloves
Wear it a bit longer like a stylish cut
Or so many times as you would a favorite
Until it is covered in stains and cigarette burns
And smells of a favorite expensive perfume
It smells of dizzy lovers
Cheap whiskey
Heavy regrets
Well, hopefully not any of those yet
Tattered and torn but the pockets still work
It’s vintage (like the best stuff)
All the hours connected to skin
It wrapped you during any weather
It would do it again
You ponder trashing it in the bin
A gift to charity is less of a burden
Never contemplating sewing it at the hem
Fixing parts where it may be broken
© Delia Ross. 2019
Buried Sun, why do you run
Where do you hide
Your colors paint my town
When you come around
My pulse beats fast but my temper slows
My frown rises as my temperature grows
Love a rainbow clouding the view
It stretches beyond the ends horizon too
Buried Sun, you are no fun
When you travel to the dark side
© Delia Ross. 2019
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