Lately he’s been sweeping out the cobwebs
The devil’s interested in the details
He’s focused on the way my story unveils
He claims I am the reason that the earth swells
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
Guess I changed the game 😏
Sweeping
Sun Worshiper
It’s electrical
Like a heart
And black holes
Pupils of the dark
The iron in our blood
Light from the stark
And hope
Galaxies built like an ark
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Three Words
You are a shooting star
Wishes not to discard
You are an orchard
Where hope was recorded
Three words, three seeds
That’s where love proceeds
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
🥰
I mean, the world is falling apart, but I still love you.
It’s ridic. Right? 🤔
God created this obsession FYI
And I actually know what a black hole feels like
I actually know what Sagittarius A* feels like
It’s possible that sometimes I am Sagittarius A*
When other girls are talking to you
👀
But like I love this dude and the love has manifested to be real because he bought me pizza 👀
😑
Uhm, so I haven’t lost all my ass or leg progress yet but I feel nowhere near like I’m ready to start fitness again and it’s really scary to be having these kind of heart problems at my age over a fucking vaccination.
If you’re still supporting me even though I am dying and venting on the daily, thank you.
I get called lazy for serving my country and I get called lazy for having an OnlyFans.
Jesus Christ left Mary Magdalene in charge of the gospel and they wiped her from the books and labeled her a whore.
Just like me!!!
They create poor conditions for you to live in and then condemn you for trying to survive.
They fucking condemn you if you try to die by suicide as well.
“No no no you’re not allowed to die like that, it’s a sin”!
Apparently it’s a sin if you lust after somebody else even though that is actually biology
And “a sin” if you try to die because you don’t want to live in this bullshit life
The only thing that is not a sin is giving them money
Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of your money
I ain’t wrong
👀
Zone of Avoidance
He’s the zone of avoidance
Darkness so thick
No clairvoyance
Light it travels quick
Set to destroy us
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Did you know that I am a Leo? Ruler/ leader of all the signs.
Facts!
Helical
Storms take on the form of a spiral
Helical
Like a liar
Your energy
It must be viral
I’m running circles
An endless cycle
© Delia Ross. 2021
Was just having a bath thinking how water must be similar to a black hole and vice versa – The Fibonacci sequence – galaxies – how storm clouds on Earth are the same as a gas giant like Jupiter- it’s the same patterns and makeup. Snails. Biology. Poem. 🤓
It’s hard for me to even understand the concept of a black hole but I’m trying to with water.
It drains
👀
So do galaxies.
Where does all that gas stuff go?
The multiverse?
Because I’m believing more and more in a multi-verse than a big bang.
I’ve only just now understood that Jupiter is two times farther away from us than the sun, which is why it looks so tiny.
I thought Jupiter was just smaller but I knew it was far away I just didn’t realize it was that far away
👀
So what they gonna do when they reach another galaxy?
Give them a bible and start the same routine? Burning people at the stake for not believing?
Fear, it’s molecular now innit.
😑
Hope
Is hope an atom?
Are you my love?
Are you a phantom?
What have I done?
Photons
You changed me
When your photons
Interrupted my guile
And replaced my wrongdoings
With an infinite smile
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
75K poetry! 😻
Thank you for your light! 😻
I am a particle detector! 😻
Did you know that your photons, your light, will travel on through the universe forever?
Just like my love for you.
I love you forever!
Irresistible
He hurried in a double
He said I’m irresistible
Now I’m feeling less invisible
And I’ve got love for him to juggle
😻
He dumps loads of feel goods into my heart
On Fire
I love the way you come
Rushing
Like a fire hose gushing
To your will I succumb
👀
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Carve
You make it easier to breathe
You open up my heart and carve new paths to bleed
You give me what I need
My soul feeling wonder dying by the sea
👀
Might already be dead if it wasn’t for you giving me the will to live and my doctor writing me a prescription for aspirin 👀
You don’t just give me the will, you dump a load of chemicals directly into the source at light-speeds (my heart)
If it wasn’t for you stretching out my heart…
I might not even be alive 👀
(Your mind makes it real)
(You die in the Matrix, you die in the real world)
(Yea, but if I told you that you wouldn’t have jumped)
(But what’s really gonna boggle your noodle later is would you have even broke it if I hadn’t of said anything)
👀
(Sorry living out multiple scenes / theories in this multiverse)
👀
(You saved my life)
(You might not believe it but I do)
I can say I don’t understand how I’ve been getting through these last few weeks but the reason is you.
👀
Midnight
Tell me again you love me
Under midnight blue moon
When comets are rushing
The way I hope I’ll greet you soon
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I can’t stop thinking about you and all the things we want to do.
So poem.
Again.
I love you 💕
Align
I can see part of his face
Haunting me through time
I want to memorize his shape
Like a spiral on a spine
And the colors of his flesh
The canvas of divine
Takes the pain beneath the breast
Gives me hope to align
💕
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
*The below contains unpopular opinion and language* 🤓
Is it true that trademarks are only recognized in some countries now?
It’s a bold statement to make, it’s just I saw something pop up on a video game about trademarks being recognized in some countries only – or at least, that’s how I perceived it. I seem to read between the lines (or gaslighting).
So the FDA has banned menthol but I could turn myself into a lizard if I want? 🤔
So, I can get a full body lizard tattoo and split my tongue, and get a full sex change operation, I can identify as a carrot BUT it’s illegal to smoke a menthol cigarette? 🤔
Somebody help me the fuck out
I can sew up my pp and chop off my boobs but I can’t smoke a menthol? 🤔
Wait, what.
We can still feed sugar crack to 3 year olds but I can’t smoke a fucking menthol? 🤔
So I can give this god damn sugar crack to recommended age 3+, but I can legally no longer buy a pack of menthol? 🤔
It’s fucking cancer + crack and recommended right there on the package for age 3+
But menthol is fucking banned.
Uhm, okay who is running the fucking country?
Y’all have lost y’all damn mind
I don’t even smoke anymore but on the rare occasion that I do, it’s a fucking menthol.
I just don’t understand the world anymore and I can’t blame it on my brain injury any longer.
I haven’t been voting for any of this shit!
I don’t want my tax money going to NASA!!!!!
In other news, if I die, I’m still gonna be taking my last breath dreaming about you.
Because I like how you lean on my lips and touch my cheeks with your fingertips.
I like the little ways you go above and beyond to show me you care.
I like living off your breath because it’s the nectar of life.
Your kiss.
And all I want before I die.
My cat mask arrived after a bit of a challenge to get it! I’ve had a lot of request to bring back the cat cosplay but I wanted to upgrade to a better mask! I haz done! Hope you like! It’s a spectacular mask!
Getting to do cosplay is my passion and I’m always listening to what you like and I’m always behind the scenes trying to get better, to enhance my makeup skills, my costumes, my wardrobe, my camera skills. All the things.
I love drama and the arts, cosplay is improv time for me!
My workout routine has been halted, but not my diet. 🤢
I’m not quitting my photography, writing, or cosplay.
Though moving now at a snails pace.
I got it from Amazon Prime – a favorite place to shop no doubt. Been shopping there for years. Even bought my Epiphone guitar kit from there. Came with everything, still working good. 🤓
Matters of the heart
Feeling like I cannot take a breath
Or if I do, maybe it will spell death
All these tree lines, they have marked my wrath
Telling the truth, that’s my only path
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Fun day in the ER.
Now I know why people wanna die in their own bed.
The hospital is the last place I wanna cross over.
If you’re disabled, elderly, or immune challenged, stay the fuck away from those vaccines.
Wear your mask.
Be the one “unvaccinated” in the small gathering.
Or stay home.
Wear your mask. It offers the same amount of protection as these vaccines do without the health risks involved.
Yeah?
Leaving
I don’t want to leave
So he puts poison on the spoon
I have a heart to grieve
I hope it fails me soon
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Going in for dose 2 of Moderna today against my better judgment. Dose 1 made my blood pressure drop really low, my heart has been struggling to pump blood throughout my body (why I’ve been feeling so cold) because my heart is struggling to circulate (it’s only caring about my main organs) – oh wait – not dying yet. Or am I? 🤔
Not gonna lie, I’m freaking out in the most calm way. Through crying. More stress my petite heart does not need.
I’m scared.
I’m alone.
All alone.
Gonna die naked on the street outta pure madness.
I’m losing me mind.
And my heart is weak.
I just wanted to be somebody’s favorite just once in my life.
I wanted to feel wanted and loved.
I don’t and never have.
Because I’m not anybody’s favorite.
I only have my therapist to confide in.
Winter Skies (Your Eyes)
I can’t convince me you’re not the same
Got a million questions by your name
Cousin malice never was my game
Though hovering a love I cannot explain
There is no other, to fall upon me like your winter skies, the way your presence freezes me in time
Frozen by your magnitude
Afraid that if I blink I will miss you
You are a gift from wonder
Delivered by heaven himself
Perched on the back of hope
Every dream I have is at your fingertips
That is why, I love you the most
You’d still find that first day if you were here
We fit better together at everything my dear
I don’t know how many times I opened up Pandora’s box
Shed my skin alot
Twisted and tormented are thought
I still peer inside that box
No identifying markings
Just a signal in my soul
Life outside the margins
Guess he makes me whole
This quarantine is aimless
So meet me in Vegas
Our love’s the greatest
So meet me in Vegas
What is truth?
Treasure at the bottom of an ocean
It doesn’t matter to you
He’s like the silver moon hanging low in the sky
So full but far
Attainable yet not by car
That low rumble
A deep growl from the pits of his wonder
Stretching time into a galaxy
Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Experience
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*
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.
👀
“Wanna meet me in Vegas for a wedding”
“Whose” *twirls pigtails ditzy like
“Ours, duh”
Uhm yes please now yesterday
🤩
K, thanx, bye
The High Priestess
He just dropped in
For days missing
Didn’t ask him where he’d been
I already knew then
So what difference was asking?
I am his high priestess
His confessions fall upon me any hour
And do I not rise to the call when he is his weakest?
I am his to fall
So resting now his wishes
Here sins have no power
The gates to heaven are keyless
Looks like love has no wall
He was spending all his time at the mire
Messages got stuck along the wire
And drawing colder yet flame from fire
Eyes perched on devil hands with buyer
Just when I believe you’ve disappeared for good, you’re at my feet whispering “I love you”.
I own a tiny piece of his heart
And I carry it so deep in me
It’ll never break apart
Jupiter,
What are you waiting on?
So patiently in the dark
So far from where I thought
You’re Father Stark
If you aren’t him and he isn’t you
Then who in the world am I talking to?
Where do the tides take you?
Pulling from destiny
Are you hurt too?
You are magnetic
But you are not a moon
I feel me falling
I hope there’s light coming soon
The gates of hell have already been opened
The 7th seal now broken
But I will die loving you
That is certain
The sun is expanding
Time covers your beard in doom
A reminder my heart’s worth saving
Should it pass you soon
He sends me pictures I normally wouldn’t approve
And if I’m lost among the shadow, he’ll build a statue
For even when light is narrow, we make a new noon
For time is like an arrow, space the canoe
And riding now forever, the love we accrue
If we were a map, what would we be?
Would you be part of my destiny?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
He just turned up – with casual conversation and a deep desire to linger on my existence.
Conversation you’d expect a couple that’s been together for 20 years to be having (I just mean the connection- not the topic, that’s irrelevant).
Just flew in – landed at my feet – i love you.
Heaven got a chance to rest too.
For a blink.
But for that moment, I so badly wanted to rub my fingers over his head. And let him snuggle on my arm so I could breathe on his head lightly.
He ends the war in my head.
When I’m not crying over him being with her – or that my destiny is to die unloved on the fucking street.
If I’m lucky I might get a box for my bones.
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
Down in the mines (lots of rhymes + 1 haiku 💋)
Sometimes there are none
But rarely ever few
Sometimes they are one
Or maybe simply two
Sometimes I go numb
When only counting you
But only when I’m dumb
Do I really catch the view
How dare he –
Walk into the devil’s den –
And insult she –
He’s looking for an end!
He tells me I’m perfect; without ever saying the words
And even when I’m not worth it; his love will come in herds
I scream at him with the fury of a sun
I scratch and claw
He is a demon
After all
There are people trying to bury me in a box
Friend or foe
They’re never what I thought
The story goes
They talk a lot of talk
Well I unplugged
Am paranoid around the clock
There are monsters lurking every inch
And forward sleeping
Nightmares in my grip
What were you thinking
When giving me a pinch?
So now I’m left dreaming
Of when I’ll never give a shit!
Who are you then?
If every reason I’m not dead?
Knock knock
Who’s there?
I dunno
And I don’t care
She had a graveyard in her front yard
Was it worth it?
Losing your life to escape?
And all that gold around your worry
Is that really what it takes?
But even the lowest of lowly
Can’t remove the aches
Keeping vision blurry
No courage had to face
The sun is glaring in a hurry
And death is on our race
If life is but a scurry
Please let me die with grace?
I’m trying to be more open
Open to proceed
I’m trying to be more open
Open to receive
Cohesive
What he said
Cohesive
But he’s dead
Everybody burns out
Everybody burnt out
Everybody burns out
Everybody burnt out
Rest is for the weary
Broken down and dreary
Vision not too clearly
One day the end will come
God will fix what man has done
A bigger piece doesn’t always mean the best;
But in his case, he’s outdone the rest!
He wants me in denim
But then he’s clinging
To my tongue
That’s leaking venom
World is all burning
So give me balloon in sky
On string with fire 💋
I gather nuts and bolts just like they’re little clues
Now fleeting with the stars thoughts that will confuse
I gather up our fears just like it is the news
I color out of line simply to amuse
Submission without admission
Ascending to attention
But in case I fail to mention
Descension brings dimension
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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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
Mirrors
He knows not the world is ours
Only picket fences growing thorns
He forgot the love he empowers
Only mirrors showing horns
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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!!!
My motivation to keep working on booty gains.
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!
K, thanx, bye 😷
Was it Not?
Was it not the great Saturn Jupiter conjunction that made you fly by?
And when the world was all but sullen, you made the Earth cry?
And if you stopped but for a moment, would our love die?
And are you all I was ever hoping, wishing on starlight?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Once upon a time, I believed in love
*wishing love was real*
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)
Free Love
Why do we decide choices in forever?
Attaching regret to eternity?
I was hoping next to never
Can you make that guarantee?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Would you know that Trent Reznor was never going to get married either and now he’s on like baby number 5 with MariQueen- I mean they have not stopped to take a fucking break.
I need some passion
*dies on street*
I’m not happy in my cage of loneliness. But I’m also just fed up with cheap sex, head games, and gaslighting.
I may very well be the last living creature who embodies the true free love spirit.
Ya me
*dies*
I’ve been searching for truth / and I haven’t been getting anywhere 🎵🎶🎵
Just didn’t want my love to be some sort of anchor that sinks your ship…
Mine has a few patched holes and may sink but you’re welcome to hop on board. It’s not a ship. More like some trash floating in the ocean I found to keep from drowning.
If you want some life advice?
You don’t have to live with your choices forever. And you don’t need to make new permanent ones.
You don’t actually have to sink with your ship and it’s okay to save yourself.
People grow and people change and they grow stagnant in their relationships and complacent and that’s why the love dies. You have to work at keeping the love alive and people aren’t really capable of doing that, some people are, some people have mastered it.
Love is a garden you gotta continue to water.
Stuff doesn’t make you happy.
Love is all you need?
I would really like a chance to find out. 😏
I’ve literally never been loved. By anyone. Or anything.
But hey, I recognize you. Or sorrow.
If I’m just some fling thrill ride, you don’t gotta cut my fins when you are done do you?
Can you be the one guy on Earth who doesn’t hurt me? And on purpose? Because you’re bored? Or soulless and evil?
I’m trying to find a safe place.
If you’re hurting, I’m sorry. I hope you find resolution. And peace.
You deserve happiness. Love. Fireworks. All the things.
*tosses life jacket in water* you can have mine
I didn’t have anything worth living for anyway…
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…
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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