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Dying Light

I always thought I’d get a coffin when I die
But just like Edgar Allan Poe, I don’t own a dime

I am light-years away from life
Traveling into the never
Closer to the epicenter of strife
Death and dying they are a knife

Sometimes he will arrange a letter
In such ways where I feel better
Or moments as today
Going under
Holding my breath
But not in wonder
Scared of too much thunder

Upon us now the Great Reset
On asteroid 99942 I do place my bet

Tidal forces
Different courses
Stupid choices
Silent voices

Love is foreign
Blood is poison
Mostly morbid
Life is horrid

The Great Reset is upon us
And so too Apophis
And your words that gut
“He said, she said”, what!
I think I’m going nuts
Well, I think I’ve heard enough
Well, I think I’ve hurt enough
The Great Reset
The Great Regret

Oh, please simmer my storm
I know you feel warm
Let me wrap around your arm
I won’t cause you any harm

People only value what they can fake
What they can take
What they can break

I am razors, wrapped in a necklace, on a chain
And I think I’ve lived forever, but I never learned your name
And this love it comes with fever, for I think I’ve gone insane

You know she’d bring a gun to a knife fight
She is shallow
Like the low light
Or little value
A black hole
Lurking in the night

Tell me
How you plan to chart a course, with no wind upon your sail?

Break me free from chains that bind
Carving channels of agony through my mind
Leaving trails of doubt all over time

I need a break from being taunted
When every single step I take is haunted
Like every word you forsake
My heart unwanted

There are roads still being drawn
Places we have never gone
Got my nose set for dawn
One Zero Three
Sunset drive
My soul lives where you died

From existence to nothingness
How quick you did dismiss

Now I’m absolved of worthiness?

Monsters latching on the tit
Evil queen
Unholy thing
Evil’s it

Don’t cover my bones with remorse
Time is texture and it’s coarse
Racing by like a dark horse
Still you focus on the quartz

It’s like you’re moving in reverse
You tell the sky what is worse
You tell me dying just won’t work
Then gift me heaven wrapped in curse

I write these words for him
But who do they absorb?
I right these wrongs to swim
Regret I can’t afford
I’m shinning light so dim
Though through the dark his escort

I sometimes wonder how many more times I will go private before all-end
Is this my way of turning the light on and off the way FrownGarden did? 🤔
Under a cloud of sorrow is where we all hid
I’ve been crying since I was a kid 👀

I’m deserted on point Nemo

Maid of regret. Maid of sorrow. Made for tears.

I feel my days are numbered
And even less my wonder
I cannot feel the thunder
And I feel I’m caving under

You were my abode
Watchful eyes steal my home
Things they don’t own
They don’t know
The dark secrets he’s sewn

He thinks he can just leave and disconnect
But fate has us all by the neck

Go ahead and put me on the exile
I will still find you in the next aisle 👀

He could have carved canyons with my love
Rushing through the forest
There was nothing I wouldn’t of done

He mattered when everything was meaningless
But in return, I was nothingness

Do all roads lead to sorrow?
Will I find you here tomorrow?

He sank me like the Titanic
He was an iceberg in the transatlantic
And I in a panic
Rushed headfirst to it
Now life is manic

I am a dead sea
A red sea
A bad seed
Devolving
Unsolving
Dead, see?

I’m dying
So he showed me how he cared by digging my grave

The great divide
Between you and I

Where do I reside?
When now is a fleeting cloud
The ‘here and now’
Another shroud

Was once the wise,
But twice the fool
Had sense with eyes
Then fell for cruel
Seen through the guise
You act a tool

My belief in him has waned
Like a faucet
My faith was quickly drained
And I a junkie
His lies were gently veined
And now a comet
My wings can’t be contained

I am a sharp summit
Still he climbs
And August feels so hopeless
He never minds
And hope is hard to summon
Still he finds

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know what the touch of another human being feels like. I guess I’ll never know love either. I only know suffering. 😷

Uhm, I’m not okay? 🤔

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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?

(A 3D version of me)

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

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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

I just dropped a new mental health TikTok! Have you seen it? https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMej83c2A/

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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*

https://videopress.com/v/MkyoUzHc?autoPlay=true&loop=true&preloadContent=metadata

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.

https://videopress.com/v/kqUNtSQm?autoPlay=true&loop=true&preloadContent=metadata

Making ripples in the fabric of space-time.

Can you feel me in hell, where I fell…

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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

For those inquiring, it is a pink crystal, with energetic healing properties. Specifically, a rose quartz. I have various stones and crystals I use for meditation. What do you do to center?

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*

Are you the light? Or the darkness I’m living through?
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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.

Smitten by words

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.

Goddess of Poetry

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

I know why Edgar Allan Poe died heartbroke on the street. I know your secrets. Dig into the crust and search its layers, love is still found.

Cut the red forest down. Run us into Andromeda. My love won’t go extinct.

There may not be a grave for you to visit when I die. Or a blog. People die and vanish from history.
Am I fading from existence with your every breath?
Where does the light go inside you?
Have you already forgotten me? Tell me how easy? Click click erase?

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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. 👍

Teddy is about the only thing that doesn’t trigger me. I found him outside one day by the trash bin. Not a speck of dirt on him. No odd smell. He came home with me. He got a second chance at life. He was simply DISPOSED and I know what that feels like. I do. Tossed out like fucking trash. It gave me a mood. But now he’s centerpiece in my studio and I’ve always wanted a large stuffed animal but no one’s ever given me one. I don’t get spoiled and I take shit home with me from the trash. Nobody sends me chocolate and nobody writes me poetry.

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.

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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.

Scouting an old cemetery in Florida yesterday
Went exploring an old cemetery yesterday in an attempt to do an upcoming cosplay shoot. It took my dad dying for me to learn that not everybody gets a tomb or a grave. 👍

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.

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Fragments

Take the air from where I breathe
He will never notice me

There you go again
Breaking my heart
For just a thrill
It’s overkill

A thousand times over
You have made your point
And I know
I am never what you sought
Though lurking
I am aching where you haunt
Through searching
Though every tear was bought

Age of despair
But like an ember
I flare him up
Because I care
And I’ve no defense
From getting burned everywhere

I was in alliance with ineptitude

Love is like the beginning and the end. Alpha omega. I love you. I’ll kill you. But I love you forever.

You look like you are dying
Bu you are already dead

As above, so below
My aura is here to glow

This great depression.

There will be no headstone
No grave
From life to dust
I’m not okay (RIP daddy)

Where are you?
In every molecule?
The early morning dew?
The air I breathe on lonely avenue?

Where are you?
If not but in every dream I dream?
Clinging to the in-between?
Wondering if I can be seen?

All God is woe.

My bed is overrated.

I don’t know where to begin so I’d rather not start at all…

Where have the best years of my life gone

At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been-
And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in (re: black hole)

I got cigarette burns on my skin
Black holes where he’s been
There’s cold creeping in
A hundred reasons why I sin

You’re just her whipping boy
You’re a tool
You want to be her toy
You’re a fool

I know not what holds him here
I am a dry sponge, brittle
The way time taunts me
Like I am little

Give me a veil
Let’s rest in hell

I got secrets that would disown me
The way he’s unholy
Still that’s my only

I wish Sagittarius A* would put on his parking breaks
Throw me into another galaxy if that’s what it takes

I am a living statue
To darkness, his bride
(Well that’s a lie)
Still isn’t he by my side?

It’s so dark on the inside
Maybe why I cry

Banned under the same sunbeam
From things I’ve seen
Those things I’ve seen are haunting me

Take away the ray
Take away the ray
It’s burning

Chained to existence
Wishing I didn’t remember you
That’s coming too
I won’t remember who

My eyes are sunspots
Turning grey
From things you say

Married to hopelessness
Decay
Mourning
Sorrow
Despair
Isolation
Loneliness
Quantum confusion
Heartache
Wilderness
Wonder
Beauty
Longing
Truthfulness
Purity
Humanity
All entities
The air we breathe
The hope we seek
The light we keep

She built an empire on a pyramid scheme. She’s an evil queen.

The world can burn for all I care.

Sometimes
Even under soft moons
Or enduring high noons
There will be casualties of war

And even when I face doom
And circling is his tomb
I believe there is love within his core

He’s been charged with possession of stolen property; my heart.

In the beginning there was nothingness. Now in the end, nothing is.

The only lines I cross are rhyme.

You are the cold emptiness of space
Absolute zero
You are the reason I lay in waste
You’re not a hero

Come to me
By frothy sea
Shine your light
I fancy thee

I was born into confusion
Believe this, believe that
It’s all delusion
Best theory or illusion

I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon
Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running
Your lies only come by the dozen
You can knock but you can’t come in
The darkness covers all but it’s my coven
You ain’t welcome here again

You fool
How desolate and awkward your thoughts lead you
Rising plumes of gloom
And I an idiot more
To watch how hope you consume
Bereft of pulse
A necrophiliac
You lifted pen then I had life
But then you call creation strife
But I died again after witnessing your child and wife

I’m a rib from your side
A curse like Dracula’s bride
Or Bonnie and Clyde
I drink your love like cyanide
Mixed with hope and rhyme

I am a dead sea
A red sea
A bad seed
Devolving
Unsolving
Dead, see?

Death do us part

I’m tired of defending my actions against your lies
From sunup to sundown I am wise
I can see clearly with these eyes
You can’t erase these cries

Loving him is a sentence to death row.

Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?

Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy?
You let me crash on your soul in frenzy
I’m dizzy
Did you not need me?

Did you know moons were glowing with envy?
Heartache cost not a penny
But I got plenty
If you need any?

Distance is
The love we keep
And even further
The solution we seek

Life’s a waiting room
Give my wound a womb
Erase the moon
Erect my tomb
You are full doom

Now I owe you nothing
Soul paid
I’m reduced to hurting

Oh! What heavens I could reach with your arms!

Did you know when I look up I find you stargazing into my soul
You know where every prayer goes

Dear Edgar,
I can’t live without my love either
But he is lost in the ether
I can’t reach him neither

Edges of time his mind
I go missing every time
His rhyme
Holding me to crime
His line
Wishing on a dime

Not everyone is created equal
Like the ones who pull out fast then take it slow
Those aren’t my kind of people

Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met
Heaven is risky but I took the step
You feel like eternity in an instance
Gotta keep our distance

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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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

A tired but clean peach. I recently started a new workout routine and you can watch my progress on Instagram.
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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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Parting

Look at how it parts The Red Sea
Still you ask if we love thee
Look at how the Earth is splitting
We have taken a knee
Look at how the clouds hover me
Galaxies glowing from envy

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Another ‘after midnight’ freestyle.

Below contains maybe trigger warnings so read at your own discretion. I have the ability to offend. One of my superpowers!

Sidenote: my dad died last month, and while I may seem actively posting, I’m kinda falling apart behind-the-scenes. I’m not taking too keenly the demands of my time, I’m still pushing people away, suicidal, and out of fucks to give. It’s just an FYI. I’ve no mind to socialize. I’m an introvert. I dig my privacy. I’ve always been an elusive creature. And picky with how I share my time. The narcissist is abundant and will drain me dry. It’s nothing personal, just how I be. You’ll notice how I don’t have a contact page. And now I don’t like leaving comments on other bloggers stuff because my email gets disclosed and I start receiving unwanted emails. This just recently happened where another blogger was acting super obsessive of me and my time and emailing me nearly on the daily (and was going on and on about how into me he was- but he doesn’t support any of my campaigns). I had to set him straight. I guess I should feel bad for sending demons back to hell but I’m dead inside. 👍👍

You will likely hear other bloggers call me a “bitch” for being indifferent to their narcissistic tools of manipulation…. M’kay keep moving. I know my worth.

I am a Vampiress. Queen of the Undead. And I bite.

*muwahahahahaha*

And y’all thought I was joking when I told you the devil has me on speed dial for advice. Tsk tsk.

In other news, I have packages in delivery, but due to covid, may not arrive til next year. Welp. I’m being sarcastic. They should have already arrived but they’re kind of in limbo. I’ve been planning a vampire cosplay shoot. Like, we may get to Mars before that happens. Again, sarcasm. But it’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like I’m planning to do and I’ve planned to do it during a fucking pandemic. Not the best timing I admit. But 2021 already feels like deja vu. Or just 2020 2.0.

I feel like I’ve been here before even though I haven’t. I feel aloof. Have I really died? Heaven feels kind of empty.

Is there like a hug from Gavin Rossdale at the end of the tunnel/light? I need hugs. Welp.

Not in love with the guy, just been obsessed with him since the 90s, my second crush, no big deal. It’s just when he sees me at his shows he showers me with all sorts of love and sometimes his guitar pick or sweat. I act all sorts of stewpids around him. Cursed him accidentally in Miami once but the next day I got a tweet by him that it was great to see me. Got all kinds of mems with my king but man I didn’t get to go to one show in 2020 which means I didn’t get one fucking hug from my king. Welp.

There aren’t many bands in the alternative scene that are still putting out music that I like or many of them have already died but Bush remain a huge inspiration for me musically. Dig his films too. Gavin Rossdale’s role in “Constantine” with Keanu Reeves was fucking amazing. Gav has done lots of film stuff but he’s not fond of the long hours, itchy makeups, TV, or being away from his fams. KING.

I miss gigging so much. Gah. I’ve seen Bush in several different states and cities now. But it’s to the point I’m ready to save up some money to see them in the UK. Only the pandemic as a barricade. Welp.

Gav giving me his Superman poses! Uhm, his abs are rock hards. Couldn’t stop the feels. 😍
Birthday gig August 2019. Seems another life ago!! 😭😍😭

The Bush Army hate me but the leader likes me coming to his shows. 😍

If I ever get the chance to meet him again I hope I can act normal. I literally start screaming when he comes near me okay I fucking scream. Like a little girl. How fucking cute. But then I start dropping shit or I’ll cuss him out or I’ll forget like basic introductions. Welp. My brain just dumps loads of chemicals when I’m around him and I go fucking haywire. It’s ridic.

I do have loads of band photography from a lot of bands that I’ve seen because photography is a passion of mine and maybe one day I’ll start sharing that here on my blog.

When I love a band I love a band obsessively and wholly. Pink Floyd has been my number uno since the age of 8. I’d piss myself if I ever met David Gilmour. Maybe keel over and die of happiness too. Welp.

This poem IS NOT about my king. I do not long for him in such ways. I couldn’t sleep and it’s now almost 2 a.m. and I needed someone to talk to. Kinda. The quiet hours are my favorite time to write. Or just be. You also have to be extremely careful of serial killers and rapists but you know. I have 15 years of army training as a reminder. I am a trained killer. But also, I don’t really think killers like killing suicidal people cuz we just be like “yeah come on give it to me, where yah been my whole life” 😍…

So what’s the pandemic like at your neck of the woods? I’m going stir crazy if yah can’t tell. And Florida feels like 1 degree. I can’t even step outside it feels like Antarctica. I need my cold weather gear to take my dog for a piss. I can’t deals.

I always find it so strange that the absence of light means coldness. Death. I don’t want anybody touching my cold fucking leather after I die. I’m starting to have these weird fucking ideas about my body when I die.

It’s weird seeking death and immortality at the same time but I’m a strange one.

Ideally, I would like to donate my entire body to an organization that would like to freeze me and bring me back via clone or some sort of digital format. I don’t really want to donate my body to science so some students can cut me up and squirt my blood all over each other laughing, no thanks.

Or that asshole in the morgue who doesn’t know how to handle my hair.

Yes, I worry about my body after death. Why? I know not.

Necrophiliac’s? Eek. I have trouble fucking things that ARE alive.

Sometimes the dead are more alive tho. And better company.

Welp.

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Division

Amongst these ranks division
Our world ablaze in ruin
And I stand burning wishin’
The fire meant more to you

Watch you divide with precision
I’ve been cut in two
Galaxies set for collision
Now darkness can pursue

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Left me in the dark. Welp.

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Urgency

You’re like the urgency a forest fire needs
And I dependent on its breeze
The way a fire needs air to breathe
You give Earth its speed

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Inconsolable

Inconsolable
The way you throb for her
I move through life
Like I’ve heard not a word
You’ll get what you deserve
My love decomposable
Grasping at darkness
It’s exposable
The Great Unearthing
You’re disposable

© Delia Ross. 2021

I love him / I love him not (final answer)

Sorry not sorry?

I have some photo shoots I’m wanting to get done but also a lot of moving parts that need to come together. Scout locations. Costume fittings. Weather permitting. And that’s just a few… I don’t want to give away too much but I’ve never done anything like this before. Patience needs to be a virtue. I’m antsy.

The Covid pandemic is also holding up items in the mail that I need. But whatevs. Life. Gotta come up with plan B, C, D and revise/update when you can. I’m very spontaneous, what the fuck is patience? Go now! Welp. Not now now though because it feels like Antarctica outside currently. I nearly turned into a Snowman. WTF Florida get it together. My heat is on.

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Avid

I once held him like constellations
I ate his ripened fruit full of temptations
Like when you are feeling loved in all the locations
He was my biggest wonder in all of the nation’s

I was a most avid reader
Growing like cedar
Never needed a breather
Now I am neither

© Delia Ross. 2021 /@poeeternal

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Absolute Zero (inside the mind of a poet)

Look at how you carve through precious stone-
You go from cherished to disowned!

If this is how you treat what you cherish-
Spear the love, see if it will perish?

Cherished muse-
You have 20 more to replace for every one you lose!

Let me tell you what you wish;
A face you really could cherish!

He can turn water into poison
You’ll never know you were chosen
He can turn truth into erosion
He’s got fire but it is frozen

Don’t call on him to have pity
You won’t find any in his city
Crossing wires like love is infinity
He is guilty

He’s not bold
He’d whimper and fold
He looks old
But that’s the price of cold?

It’s a balancing act
Trying to remain intact
After privacy is lacked
And seeing through any mask

How did all these years come to pass
Living hour by hour under glass
When did mere living come last
Crawling these circles full mask

How many roads of lies were paved
When did summer turn to grave
Too broken or damned to save
“Regret” on tomb engraved

She’s got everything hasn’t she?
She has his time, admiration, and money.
Still, she’s confused on who to be.
Meanwhile, I’m a fish out of water,
He doesn’t care if I die or breathe

I got iron steel regret
How heavy can it get?
I’ll find out yet
Weighing every bet

Pinching any nerve left
I’ll fail each and every test
I’m the very best at less
I’m the best at less!!!

I do terrible things
For love
In everything absent of –
I don’t rise above

If only disappointment were a page to turn
If dismay were a sunray
But I chew on bitterness
Bewildered from his poison seed

I pack worry in a suitcase
Toss my rainboots in a tree
Laced with lies received
It’s how I bleed

I sometimes think you are many faces
Filling spaces
Second bases
All these places

You assemble hope in tied up laces
Watching over me like the moon in phases
Carrying me over trouble through midnight races

Love is like the beginning and end

There will be no headstone
No grave
From life to dust
I’m not okay

Deny me love. I will appeal.

I’ve been berated
Words sophisticated
Now time is hated
Black holes where waited
Hours wasted
Love is not how it tasted
Love is not how it tasted

At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been
And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in

Could fit all I am in a tiny box
Cheap, won’t cost a buck
Disposable and out of luck
And for me, he doesn’t give a fuck

Well thank you for leaving me where I didn’t want to be.

He’s been charged with possession of stolen property.

You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Treat darkness like an overpass

Lay down a red carpet full of glass
Ask the Sun if it’s okay to bask
Precious love is always last

You turn a word into a ton of weight
Can make a damaged heart dilate
Stop all of hope with an iron gate
And take holy love to desecrate

You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Make an angel take a dirty bath

I’ve seen the dead rise from the ink you spill
Not even god can escape the gravity of your will
You dig tunnels just for thrill
See how many you can kill

Come to me
By frothy sea
Shine your light
I fancy thee

Red shift, blue shift
I don’t give a shit

I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon
Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running
Your lies only come by the dozen
You can knock but you can’t come in
The darkness covers all but it’s my coven
You ain’t welcome here again

I’m having trouble facing things
Or how the sorrow becomes permanent encasings
Though a bullet to the skull wouldn’t phase me
A daily crucifixion, the only life I’m facing

You’re cruel
Using me as your fuel
You’re not my tool

I drink from the carton
And I never show my enemy just how I’m hurtin’
I draw the curtain
And if you catch me taking a nap
Are you for certain?

I’m a rib from your side
A curse like Dracula’s bride
Or Bonnie and Clyde
I drink your love like cyanide
Mixed with hope and rhyme

Cut the cord yes I certainly did
Filled my home with darkness so thick I hid
Over valleys of crying I skid

Death and chaos is order
Loving him made me older
Even a glowing moon can’t comfort the way you smother
You’re a terrible lover
Always lying under cover
You don’t love her
You have only mind to wonder
Less a heart just feet with thunder
Get going you monster

Well, how much more dead can you get?

I don’t know what it’s like to be desired
If I had purpose it’s now expired
My wings expand but heart is tired
Tell me what in life is required?

Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?

Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy?
You let me crash on your soul in frenzy
I’m dizzy
Did you not need me?

Did you know moons were glowing with envy?
Heartache cost not a penny
But I got plenty
If you need any?

Gone
But left my heart to disassemble on its own
I left it rotting on your throne
Caring too much for desensitized bone
Lust your carried tomb
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown

Got dressed up all like I had no where to goes-
But I did and I do, I have people to impose

There are parts of me that are dying
Fragile cells multiplying
Swamps forming from lying
Weeping willows heard crying

Edges of time his mind
I go missing every time
His rhyme
Holding me to crime
His line
Wishing on a dime

Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met
Heaven is risky but I took the step
You feel like eternity in an instance
Gotta keep our distance

Every day there’s some new tragic fate with you.

Evolve or repeat.

Why hold on to something when all our sums have failed
Why give me any hope when there’s holes within my sails

I fell in love with a monster
Spying on ways he would watch her
Twisting and burning for answer
Changing moments to cancer

I can smell the lie on his tongue
I can see the tar clear in his lung
I know every direction he’s coming from
I know evil is where he sprung

I can see his shadow hanging low
Like a spider crawling slow
He’s not here to help you grow
A web of lust his afterglow

He brings you presents wrapped as lies
When dressed as shame he’ll change
devise
To maintain charm he’ll risk goodbyes

God they’re all the same
Using lies to earn your trust
We’re just a game
You think you know their name
Then learn the truth now you’re to blame

God says I can’t save them all-
Focus on the stars, I know about the stars
So I’m on my knees, I wallow in these scars

God says, watch how the colors bleed-
How it’s flowing free
We’re only allowed pockets of energy

Stop serving good vibes to those deserving of goodbyes

If only there were a fence that lead me to your green pastures.
Or if love were the grandest gestures.

Would it cease our need of treasures?
And increase in heart our pleasures?

I’m hanging onto life with all I have left
And you I’m clinging to with every single breath

He grew obsessed after every loss
The thing he loved, became his cross
Still over mountains, he gave it all
And how he sweat, she never saw

From the top, to the bottom, to rising again
Deserted deserts, losing treasures, our feet have been
Over powered, over run, still fit to win
The trouble with hope, it burrows under your skin

How can heaven weigh this?
Are you not why heaven fell?

How many lies are you leading
The light receding
And was I ever in your field of needing?
How many lives proceeding

How wave after wave pummeled
Darkness fully tunneled

I don’t want to be known for the wars I fought –
Or the hate I taught

I don’t belong here
With the putrid
Though the dead more alive

I bit more than I can chew
I am stupid
Got the devil in my crew

I invited evil to dance
Then got muted
The devil in a trance

I see through mask like a pattern
Deeply rooted
Though in the dark he was my lantern

He has to be very careful
Of who, of what, of when, of why
Every step he makes is sterile
Of love, of care, of hope, or I

I am replaceable
A traveler straight to erasable
He is obsessed with her
And her and her
But me it’s always never

I can handle extreme pressure under fire
But put me in the cold and I will expire

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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In The Mud

Look at you
Dragging me in the mud, the blood
The hell I put you through

Look at all the shit I do
And crying a flood
You’re stuck like glue

I got names but question who
Look at how you act a stud
Now every moment under review

Look at how we equal two
But I’m growing like a spud
So you spit and chew

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t mind that I’m a bit dirty lol. To be fair, the potato is my favorite vegetable. I am a special spud growing in his existence. Am I the root of all evil? 😀😏😆

Our garden of the damned?

*laughs insanely*

Damn, now I want some mashed potatoes. Or chips. Fries. Twiced baked. Salad. Soup. GIVEMAH!!

In other news, I live in an apartment complex that sounds like a war zone and I need to move. Anxieties.

I’ve been seriously busy planning a cool photoshoot so I hope things go according to plans. They rarely do! So I don’t want to give anything away yet. But, as things progress, you know, updates. I haz secrets!! 😍

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New Year

It’s a new year, a new start
My body’s not a work of art
I’ve lost my shape, my form, but not my heart
I give you all I have to part

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

New year, new attitude. New workout routine too. Disabled not obsolete. Thanks for following my journey.

Sweet Annie Lenox kisses

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Polaris

Every night my dreams fall to you in phases
You gift me hope in gentle giant phrases

You shine on me as bright as Polaris
You write me words like I am their heiress

You tour my dreams and turn my heart to satin
You tread the dark and leave me trails which brighten

You take my fright and turn it into lightning
You are the reason my pen continues writing

© Delia Ross. 2020

My last good rhyme of the year. Ending strong.

I love you! 😍

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The Grand Scheme of Things

He was atomic
A void not peaceful
Though wasn’t static
But like lightning falling
He was enigmatic
Though loving him
Proved problematic

She was barren
A desert without form
So tired of caring
Or like a planet roiling
Could hear her swearing
And if you caught a glimpse
Her wing was wearing

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Crossroad

I can feel your thoughts breathing on me
The street light flickers in morse code
I think I know what you know
So the moon gives me her glow

I can feel your hope leaning on me
Your sunlight trickles through the cold
You’re changing mode, ready to reload
I’m at a crossroad

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s Christmas Eve and I realized I hadn’t written at all today so here you go…

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Deceit

I was made of him
Part holy, part devil
The line is thin

I call him Grim
The only name I’m able
Lying is his den

The trust is slim
Like money under a table
Deceit is dim

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

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I once tried to maintain some sort of theme and posting order but my life is chaos currently.

I’m on edge. Welp.

Uhm the Grinch has arrived. Eggnog now please. (I don’t actually have any eggnog but it would be nice).

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You Equals Life (U=L)

Please sail me out to eternity on your word
You said no one would listen but I heard
Death may be approaching but soul stirred
I’d give it all for just a third
Please let me feel where life occurred

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Happy Holidays! Where are you in the world? What are your restrictions like? 🎄⛄🎄

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The Red Sea

If my lips were to touch your lips, would the Red Sea open up and part?

And in following your trail of clues, would it lead me to your heart?

If I rest my head on your soul, will love begin to sail?

And hope is the starlight we both would inhale?

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

I love kissing you in my waking dreams

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The Great Expanse

How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.

© Delia Ross. 2020

The pandemic is getting worse. So too my depression, hopelessness, anxiety, isolation, paranoia. Got the psyche on redial. Just gonna keep writing. Dying. Feel every fucking second like a cross.

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Heaven Sighed

My love –

This is where our world’s collide
You the sun and I the tide
This is why we fail goodbye
You the earth and I its bride
This is why fate complied
I took root in your sky
This is how heaven sighed

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Putting all the love in the line. If you could love me, how would you love me?

Dramatic celestial music cue

Love eludes me.

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Control (Freestyle Spoken Word TikTok video)

New freestyle poetry dropped on my TikTok

You think you’re in control because I need your money?
You think I believe the lies you spread like honey?
I could leave without a care, my world would still be sunny!
The devil won’t even challenge me, says I’m the perfect study!!

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Nevermind me. Busy pushing everyone the fuck away.

Full link to my new freestyle spoken word TikTok video: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJbwn8qo/

Welp.

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The Truth (I Lie)

Our love is science fiction
I wrap your love around my vein
It’s called addiction
Still the power you contain
I’ve got affliction
But I love you all the same
So I keep wishing
On stars I knew your real name
And I keep itching
In places where you came
A crucifixion
But I lie and call it rain
A contradiction
When the truth makes my soul wane

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Welp. 15460 days old and still not learning universal lessons. 😭

On a positive note, I have no grey hairs.

But 2020 is pushing my temperament.

I don’t know how to give up something I’ve never had.

I don’t know where to put all this love. 😭😭

Trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe. 😭😭😭

Welp.

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Scowl

You’ve got a scowl that drains the mood out of a moon
Still the stars will wander, hoping to see you soon
You’ve got a hundred million ways, to make the clouds swoon
You exhale and turn continents into doom

© Delia Ross. 2020

May or may not be a true story. It’s like his pen is judge and juror. And I am the crime. Welp. Does anybody still read rhyme? 😭

Is there anyone I haven’t pushed away? 😭

It takes like iron will to not think at all…

I’ve got rust-free iron walls. 😭

Welps. Can’t even produce a non-rhyme. 😭

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One And All

Look at all these sides
Subtractions into fractions
Division by walls

Like disappearing actions
We chop as if distractions
When truth is we need them one and all

Now counting our reactions
And fleeing into factions
We never considered the cost of these halls

Hearts squeezed into contractions
All while pleeing we need extractions
But never heeding to any calls

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

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Lifelines

Love it travels in a sphere
But you were like a souvenir
To prove the world was here
You changed the atmosphere

Look at how hope appeared
A reminder of sincere
That we’re alive in here
The very reason to persevere

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

How is it I know so much about love when I don’t know a thing about it at all!?! 😏

Like gravity. We don’t know exactly how or why it works. We just know it effects spacetime. Just like his existence bends and warps mine.

Welp. Escape velocity null. Stuck on this planet with people I don’t like. 😩

I mean, I do like but I don’t wanna! 😵

It’s complicated… 😑

I’m not gonna live forever and I need to get back to creating. I need to turn this pain into a monument (of words and art).

I don’t believe I’ll live to see 50. Clock ticking.

Y’all ever see a rainbow stretched across a sky for over 6 minutes? Yeah but this was a double rainbow: https://youtu.be/M07CyzyUlhA

Still blown away. I’m into nature. There are people who care not one bit for the moon or any natural wonder. Let alone a rainbow.

Me on the other hand. I turn into a little girl. That’s because I never grew up. Not gonna.

I still think it was my dad telling me goodbye. I just didn’t know he had passed until an hour later (if).

LIFELINES.

(Better than becoming fish bait. I gotta get back to writing. Yelled at the mom and therapist).

Really itching to pick up my guitar tho.

The CDC says the pandemic is getting worse.

My depression is getting worse.

And asteroid Apophis is on like 2 or 3 return trips back to us.

Uhm, we’re 2000 lightyears closer to the center of a blackhole.

Politics give me hellof anxiety.

Somethings wrong with the world, am I the only one to feel it?

I gotta quit reading the news.

Paranoia.

Uhm, my hairs is getting ridiculously long. Down or up it’s in the way. 😏
Fine silks homegrown from my skull. I can’t wait to start updating my wardrobe. Get photos n vids. More tattoos n piercings. Make cool cosplay. Wanna sell my computer and get a laptop. A better phone n camera. New editing software. Updates. 2021 = year of transformation. Not sure how to pull off the tattoos and piercings if the economy is still closed but everything else is doable. I’m desperate for my makeover from Soldier and businesswoman to me. My Jeep needs a little TLC too. Gonna share it all. Thanks for seeing me while I’m alive. And supporting me while I’m alive. That gives me feel good vibes. =)

Trying not to die from depression or be dead for days before anyone knows. I still don’t know about my dad so I’m treading the earth lightly. I’m here but I’m not. Dig? 😭😭😭

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Occlude

Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?

Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?

©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

This poem was sitting in my drafts (along with many others) I had forgotten I’d written…

Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).

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Wars

Do you think if silence had a sound, it would sound like my heartbeat next to yours?
Gently crashing on your soul like frothy shores?
Per chance the knocking were only open doors?
Would it end our wars?

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

I was going to write a non rhyme and then 5 seconds later this poem was born. Light-speeds!

Spiraling into nothingness like a cocoon

Elite. I live and breathe this shite. Eh, addictions. What can you do? The madness is the cure. I’ll eventually get another non-rhyme out of me. I’ve been trying to pull that bitch out!! Just don’t rhyme. Simple. Right? Eh, no. Not at all. 😣😑😮😣😏🙄

I’m grateful for my patrons and my subs!! 😍

*pen to vein* *inject all the feels* *euphoric* Oooh me wrotes another rhyme!!! It just fell out! Am I allowed to sometimes like the stuff that I write? Cuz this gave me a sweet tooth. You? 😍

I’ll get him to love me with curses and incantations 💔
Tell me

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