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They don’t want you seeing this

This

I mean other account can post it

Rules for me but not thee

Just hyper-focused on the starting scene

Cuz some asshole soldier took me down from behind

I wasn’t wearing headgear

Hence my stupidity

TBI

I’M WATCHING YOU AS HARD AS YOU ARE WATCHING ME

DOUBLE DARE YAH

TRY THAT SHITE AGAIN

COWARD PUNK

STAND UP AND FACE ME

I WANNA SEE WHO YOU ARE

IF IT IS THE LAST THING

YOU SEE

🙂

Love to hate yah

DO HATE YOU TODAY

(But not you)

(Them)

I’LL FUCKING BLOCK EVERY BIG CHANNEL IN MY FEED

KEEP PENALIZING ME

I FUCKING BEG YOU

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Squander

You know what I wasted my time on?

YOU.

I only do anything for myself God.

I’m allowed to clothe myself in honor.

And fabrics of choosing.

My journey is not your journey.

My relationship with God is none yours.

I’m an angel, you’re a demon. Piss off

Too smart for your own good.

Idiot.

Devil thinks he’s winning at his own game

I’m walking away

I mean like for good

You’ll come to regret what you’ve done

But I’ll forget you just like I forgot your fucking birthday

And I’ll cast you to hell to burn for all eternity 😬

I had to get closer to bite the snakes head off and now I’m tainted

I’m setting a boundary though so I don’t open up to you about my personal life anymore so you can play shit brigade on my happies

We both know I’m a diamond in the rough and you just don’t want anybody else to get their hands on me

There’s two versions of me, the version I was and the version I want to become and somewhere in the middle there’s clothing I bought that just isn’t working out, and I am allowed to fucking dress myself

If I were seeking only validation or a shit ton of validation or validation, in general, I probably would post daily fucking videos on my goTdamn TikTok

Or weekly

Or monthly

But I’m selfish and don’t want anyone seeing the treasure in the closet

Recently, I wanted to buy an Apple Watch and I was like a GPS would be nice especially because I’m hurt and I could be watched 24 seven and I love being spied on 24 seven and then if I did get hurt I could just push a button and someone could come out or whatever but then I was more concerned that BLM would want to kidnap me because I was wearing an Apple Watch 👀

So I guess I ain’t getting a watch

But don’t tell him about all the weapons that I’m buying

That’s where the real treasure is

This is the Devil’s society where every fucking choice is a sin

I literally planned for a makeover and now he’s mad at me about it and I’m not even over with my makeover 🙄

I don’t even own a LBD (little black dress) 😲

Anyhoo

I talk to God a lot about my habits

He never makes me feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world if I fail at something

He allows me to learn

In a positive environment

I’ve been trying to grow plants and just because I’m failing doesn’t mean I’m gonna give up on growing a garden in the future..

Or continuing to learn how to manage my finances

But for the record, I follow the 50/30/20 rule as that’s what all the library books taught me when I was trying to learn about all of this and buying clothes is part of the 30 🤓

Like where am I wrong?

My bills are paid. I’m working off 2 debts. I refuse to take out any loans or credit cards.

I’m jumping ship when God signals to me “this land here” and I can become a landowner and thus figure out how to take care of the wildlife

I need to build bird a house

And give turtle 🐢 a cool area

The ark is the land

I need to fertilize the earth or something 😫

I need things to grow 😫

I’m sick of all the war death sickness and fighting

I’m dying!!!!!!!

I only get this one chance to feel things

I’m pretty much dead inside, but the clothing and heating pad was starting to give me some life

And God too 🥺

I’m part of the 244

And what’s wrong with taking care of yourself

I know you’d rather me be a crack whore without any teeth

Yea I mean I’m following the 50/30/20 rule until I’m content with the clothing

Because I don’t have too much of an addictive personality. I will course correct fairly quickly when I realize I’m going down that route.

I really think you would’ve liked what I was gonna mail you but you’re a fucking dick

Merry Christmas

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Bob’s dead (poetry)

He won’t give his twenty
Claims he is bleeding
Disconnected –
Call is ending
Streets are empty
Can anyone hear Bob screaming?

Angel investor
Married but not together
Machine his predecessor
A wife he couldn’t pleasure

All hail AI / Bob has died

Caught stumbling all alone
Gripping his phone
Dripping blood
Like a trail of bones

Stabbed and shunned
Car with hazards on
A billionaire with no gun
City center is fun!

Close enough to be stabbed in the chest twice – with a kitchen knife

Bob was perfect at everything but being a husband eh (gaslighting)

I’m not stupid, Bob. How dare you. “I sleep with men but I’m not gay”. LOL (God)

M’kay whatever you say

(This is how I mourn. It’s called the 7 stages of grief. I’m on ANGER)

Seeking help but wouldn’t give the one call your location – fucking lost – on a street you mostly lived – c’mon!!!!

You should have stayed down! The adrenaline spikes got yah!!!!

“Angel investor” NO BRO – DEMON who doesn’t even Tweet or acknowledge women – it’s sharing “bro this”, “bro that” and comments to other boys about “why aren’t you here already” and current posts from said person ain’t shed a tear of your passing

Delusional bro

AI is not the way

White pawns are under attack

White lives don’t matter

Bob, you should have stayed down

Your lovers fake plastic sister living in a 2 million highrise – in the same building you own

I got the popcorn out

You remember the Looking Glass?

God already won

The Devil taking his fine time drawing his last move – getting as many souls as he can – drowning demon

Image is everything to these demons – they wrote the playbook for crying out loud – in the closet gay!!!! He’s ruined the world! His daddy too!

Maybe I’m sorry but maybe I’m not!

Sidenote: they don’t get it – but I inherently get it. I wouldn’t normally either. However, this instance, it’s like a direct arrow to my broken soul. Boom this way to the singularity. No no this way to heaven. It’s like you and I play pull rope (what the hell is that rope game actually called)

I can’t recall JJ’s nn either – and he’s the one who sent it to me through the ether. I was all offended and like “no bro”. He loved it.

I’m trying to quit this Russian weed – my brain needs time to sort the pathways

I mean, if I had a phone, and I needed HELP, I’d like CALL the authorities and like “I’m at a glass building, I’m dying”

He knew them streets like the back of an Android

YOU OUTTA THE CLOSET NOW BRO

Gave it a decade huh then ran back home to live with daddy

GAG

“My best friend”

I wanted to punch my mom when she said that about her first born – as I was the family slave ghosted (triangulation)

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The blogging community is full of demons

The way these narcissist delete lives and comments without any remorse

Therapy is just a stage for them to practice lying

Narcissism isn’t rare, it’s a fucking plague…

Spread by the Bible via Yellow Fever propagandist

And scientist say we’re in a six mass extinction and the Bible has been around 6000 years so you do the fucking math or don’t I don’t fucking care anymore

The census show BLM at over 230% rise and White Lives Don’t matter at a 10% decrease

“Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct”

Nihilism!!!!!

Women create. Men destroy.

And they don’t give anything enough time to replenish. The sea is not endless food for us. Your Bible is a lie!!!!!!

And it’s been pushed down my throat since I was born.

NASA is a dogma stealing your money

I don’t think CGI cartoon is what I had in mind when being taxed to death – to visit a dead planet because you can’t sit still long enough to stop killing this one

“90% of all murders happen by men..”

Yeah but…. don’t even look at me unless you want WW4

The wars will never end because the people in power have delusions of grandeur and are sending cars into fucking space

And now they’re moving asteroids and shit around?

My cell service continues to drop and lines are all in the ocean…

So basically, if you’re talking to me, you’re lying

That’s how fucking woke I am

Y’all believe aliens are real, and that computers have feelings

I do have one question for God and that’s: do Asians have the smallest penis of all and that’s why they fucking gaslight and do all this!?!

“Mirror mirror on the wall, Asian men have the smallest penis of all”

“So we’ll lie and program the world to think our childlike women have magical vaginas!!!!!!”

It’s all full circle now

It’s a game of the elite and I’m sick of playing delusions of grandeur

The cookie crumb traces back to Asia

And I’m sort of getting to the point if you don’t get me away to my own land and away from these fucking immigrants – things are gonna go fucking west pretty quick, and I don’t give a fuck if I wind up in a goddamn ditch

The fact that they raised taxes so much crippling a nation

But if you read articles about immigration, they will all claim they are doing well family and financially, but Americans will say the opposite, and the low paying wage jobs and homelessness proves it.

But you won’t listen over your green card or Yellow Fever

I’m fed up!

This is why I say I’m homicidal instead of suicidal and this is why I encourage people to just go fucking mad in the streets because fuck everything – they probably had it coming that goddamn street

That fucking morning shift deserved everything they got

How much you like your job again?

You like it that much huh

To treat customers and residents like we ain’t got no value

That calm you see from me

Ain’t really good

But I guess I’m learning to gaslight too

I’m starting to stalk people on the road

And I will wind up on a ditch if I don’t leave the city

At least I’m quitting the new age weed

So more emoness incoming

And poetry too

If God allows me to continue making a mess of everything

Those NASA images are just a fairytale

Elon’s education and hair is fake

He had connections

I can’t believe the fucking moon landings were rehearsed

If the government is talking, I don’t care to hear what they have to say

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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

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Racism against WHITE PEOPLE

RACISM, BIGOTY, & SEXISM IN 2021

“What this WHITE WOMAN”… “just another WHITE WOMAN” (why does he keep screaming about my skin color)? “You spilled all that shit out as if I’m supposed to give a fuck” (wait, what? You’re the one private messaging ME to “get to know me”. I guess you couldn’t see past my mental illness or color though)…
So black and brown people don’t care about white people’s mental health according to Chris. He speaks for All Colored race… Doesn’t care “What we (white peope) think, feel, or say”… You still supporting his blog? 🤔

“Self-centered pieces of shit”- you realize he’s talking about white people, right? Then I’m called a bitch.

You still supporting this racist piece of fucking shit???

WHERE THE BLOGGERS AT?? HAD THIS BEEN REVERSED, I’D BEEN CRUCIFIED!!!

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH. RACISM EXISTS IN 2021 AGAINST WHITE PEOPLE!!!

WHITE LIVES DON’T MATTER!!!

Stay woke!!!

“KILL ALL THE WHITE PEOPLE/ THEN WE’LL BE FREE” (-) https://youtu.be/_ptC2La7k5E

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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

More poetry coming, so I’m about to blow up the WordPress feed over the next few days, with multiple postings in a day, so you may need to check my actual blog to not miss a feed (unless you have the notifications set on).

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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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Lead

He appeared as flower
He was lead
A vision of power
Though was dead

Atop a tower
Skin was shed
Still every hour
Lies were said

A sky or cower
Appearance is dread
Every soul he will devour
To sin he’s pled

I fear his evil scour
The darkness he fed
And underneath the devil’s bower
More evil was bred

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Sometimes I wonder if I peered into Pandora’s box or if I am Pandora’s box. Uhm, my eyes bleed.

The fall from heaven is a terribly long one. Helps.

My cousin makes chocolate – she has a business she started up but it’s local to her only. But she sent me a box for Thanksgiving. It’s still hot as hell in Florida so she was worried about sending me chocolate afraid it would melt. She put a little cool pack in it and it arrived safely and I made a little video! I’m obsessed with chocolate, FYI. Hook me up with an IV please. 😜
They are delish! She has a gorgeous little set-up when she does local events. This is just a little chocolate selfie. Is that a thing? 😊
The names of the chocolates she made. I have a few left. Been trying to ration. May get more for XMAS now that we know they’ll arrive safely. I normally only get bills in the mail so I love receiving snail mail especially arts and food. 😍
My energy levels have been so low but I’m working in my studio today recording spoken word for my Patreon. About to hit up the Starbucks though because she also sent me a gift card and that coffee will be great today. Need that extra kick! 👊

Despite being tired, I wrote this poem this morning before I even brushed my teeth. Lazy has never been in my resume. Off to Starbucks – then recording in my studio!

I hope you all are having a fantastic holiday and getting some love out there!

Thanks for checking out my work and for supporting independent artists! 😊

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Forever Exists In You And I

In my dreams, wide awake, his kisses cause rainbows to form
For his existence helps lessen the storm
And every word is shaped by his form
And in these poems are how I’m born

He’s the prompt for starlight
Or how eyes have sight
He’s the moon at midnight
And for every word I write

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

Our equation reads: I love you times infinity (squared). Can you put that into a formula for us?

I have cursed freckles yes all over this pale ass flawed and scarred skin. It’s just a cover for my broken soul AKA the spirit AKA energy and energy cannot ever die, it can only transfer from one thing to another according to Einstein’s general relativity or whatever theory???
No filter. Ugg
I have the hazel eyes so they change on their own based on my mood and what colors I’m wearing. I never wear contacts ugg fuck plastic – it literally makes women lethargic. It’s so toxic ugggg but whatever okay. Perfection still doesn’t exist. I don’t want sensory deprivation and that’s exactly what plastic, TV, and porn does. Bah. Go back to sleep.
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Things In Order

What does the room feel like after I’ve left
Are there tears of joy you’ve finally wept?
Now’s the time to take your breath
Things in order how you kept?

Does the air turn to dust and cold
And hope is breath that turns to mold?
Is the darkness you worship wonder to behold
Do you ever notice you are growing old?

Do you take these poems and place them in the attic
Do you convince yourself I’m only erratic?
Do you tell them all I’m just a fanatic
Or do you admit to yourself you’re a narcissistic addict?

Does the blood in your calloused heart move faster
Is everything you destroy a beautiful disaster?
Is love the only thing in life you can never master
Have you ever given yourself an honest answer?

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Has-been

What did I ever do for you to treat me so cruel
Why are you a genius yet act like a fool
Why is your life a valley of stool
Why do you keep acting like you’re just a tool
Why do you stay prisoner under your own rule
Why do you keep lying as if it were cool

Why does my presence get under your skin
Why does your lie always come with a grin
Why was I never allowed to be your friend
Why do you always take my heart for a spin
Why do you consider losing a win
Why do you spy on me if I’m just a has-been

© Delia Ross. 2020

Bleeding love for him, even beneath all the thorns of anger and hate

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Villain

Killing things without a reason
Hunting hearts like it’s in season
Drinking poison then calling treason
Avoiding claims by always leaving

A home of lies is now your prison
Killing love because you are the villain
A painter of lust as your only vision
Stealing hearts without permission

© Delia Ross. 2020

Someone once asked me was that Hitler on my t-shirt… I should have said yes.

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Demon Star

He’s a demon star that feeds on his twin
Don’t place your bets on love, you’ll never win
Breaking hearts is his favorite sin
Getting under you, wearing patience thin

Draining you his only goal
There’s no limit to how far he’ll go
Consuming you into a black hole
Look closely, he hasn’t any soul

© Delia Ross. 2020

Hi. Here’s a random picture of me in Ireland cuz I’m behind on digiart… that there is the Atlantic coast I believe and some boats stuck in the low tide. I’d never seen anything like it and pulled over for pictures. I pretty much pulled over every 5 minutes to take pictures of something. I’ve got some cool stuff I’m going to put on my Patreon as perks! I love to travel. I live to travel and gig. (I was still in the military and look how short my hair is).

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Misunderstood

There is no life in this blood
Heartache rushing in like a flood
My heart is buried in your mud
And giving up, I would if I could

These streets are lined with people who are down
Yet your hand is never one that can be found
On broken backs you prance around
And forgetting you, I probably should

It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes
And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes
Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches
And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood

© Delia Ross. 2020

Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye

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Hollowed

I don’t understand this lesson
How your actions leave me guessin’
And your heart’s not where it’s destined
And your praise to her hits like a lethal weapon

I’m not blind, I have eyes to see
And your poetry contains bits of me
You’re running wild yet you’re never free
But I’m moving on, without your poetry

It’s hard to count the many tears I’ve cried
And even harder, the lies you’re living by
I’d wish you well but then it’s me who lied
And though I’m dead my love for you survived

I feel empty, like a hollowed shell
Yet every tear has the weight of hell
If I’m missed, I can never tell
I know your love would get me feeling well

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Creature of the underworld…
I don’t like heartbreaks…
My heart is so heavy my eyes cry
I still hurts after all this time…
My hair is fookin’ long tho… almost as long as my regrets…
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Rage

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

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2020

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River of Blood

Bathe in our river of blood
Regret comes in a flood
Reborn to the silence of us
Drowning but we won’t give up

The drowning man will always take down another
Wouldn’t it be something if you chose not to hurt her
Where is the honor of being a deserter
Blasphemous to replace her at her altar

Peering over into your reflection
Tampering with fate by another obsession
The game was rigged I’m seeing deception
Being a monster your number one profession

Brown, blue, green or hazel eyes
They all equal another prize
On and on you keep crafting lies
You are a thing to despise

I can smell a lie a mile away
In every direction they will sway
Maybe they’ll catch on another day
I am disgusted by the games you play

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Narcissism warning

TERMS YOU NEED TO STUDY / THEN GO NO CONTACT

TRIANGULATION, GASLIGHTING, LOVE BOMBING

These are common tools and tactics the narcissist will use to manipulate, confuse, and control you. GO NO CONTACT!

I know it hurts honey, I’m hurting too. But, they are incapable of real love. You gotta go no contact. There’s nothing you can do to change them. You can’t fix them. They are damned. Save yourself! Go NO CONTACT. NO LOOKING BACK!

xoxo
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Red Flags

I warned you, didn’t I?
I pointed out the red flags
But oh you still believe in words
Where mouths will always lie

You think I am crazy?
Truth is my only mask
Though you see it as trash
I wear integrity as we all cry

I warned you of this guy
But still you open wide
You stay by his side
When you know deep down he is mine

Stones like troops berating
Maybe queen was only saving
You from injury
That will keep you aching

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Narcissism 2.0

Regret; you wear it like a dress,
Take it for a spin in a shiny corvette.

Integrity; you haven’t got any yet,
Honesty a language you never learned I bet.

Lies; they’re like sparkle in your disguise,
When it meets the light it always make the shadows cry.

Tears; they come wrapped as a favorite prize,
Just another reason the Earth will die.

© Delia Ross. 2019

Narcissism is destroying the world.

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Evil 101

Tears carve through my sorrow like ice
Cold was his method but precise
Wrong was my soul to sacrifice
Forgiveness an unreachable asking price

Deep is the evil lurking in his core
I’d rather go blind than read anymore
I’d rather go deaf than hear from his whore
I’d rather just die than walk through his door

He got the devil collecting every lie he creates
He got the girls falling for every bait
He got the truth covered by multiple gates
A predator for the young he lures and awaits

I fucking see through all of your masks
A predator, a monster, a narcissist, a liar wherever you bask
Years of denial if anyone were to ever ask
When it comes to being special you fail the task

© Delia Ross. 2019

DON’T YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU ARE?

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Cowardice

Wrap it tight, wrap it snug
Insert love with every word
Never rushed, never slurred
Ensuring messages are always heard

Now take the love and cut in thirds
Put on blinds so eyes are blurred
Gift denial so minds are stirred
Undo connections and act absurd

Destroy the paths, silence preferred
Hide in the dark, act a coward
Give them doubt to march toward
Give them pain where love was stored

© Delia Ross. 2019

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The Trouble With Forever

The trouble with forever
It happens rarely ever
They put it in a letter
Then say that it is treasure

The trouble with forever
It happens next to never
They promise you less error
Then leave in stormy weather

The trouble with forever
For worse or for better
At first they give you pleasure
Then the rest is only terror

The trouble with forever
It feels light as a feather
It promises only leisure
But it’s gone once there’s pressure

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Interference

What am I but skin and bones
A kingdom of right and wrongs
A street of worry and heavy are each stone
Once his muse, now a girl who moans
Watch how he exits and dethrones
He hasn’t a backbone

What am I but a bruise that won’t heal
And to his lies I won’t back down and kneel
And to his demise just a fifth wheel
And why I’m the scapegoat I’ve no idea

There is no resolution, there is no choice
There is no evidence of a voice
Now pull the plug but don’t rejoice
His love is simply white noise

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Landslide

Watch me grow
As I go
Watch me flow
The current of reason
Denial is so last season

You’re down the landslide
I can’t be by your side
It’s where my love died
The moment you told lies

You’re not mysterious
You are a landslide
A soul without conscience
Dead end roads on a fault line
Using your sickness to capsize
Maybe a standup guy by sunrise
Then again, this is real life
And you’ve got that on standby
Or maybe it best if you just drink a load of cyanide

I came, I seen, I saw you fall
With the landslide
I can’t be by your side
That’s where my love died
The moment your eyes lied
You were disqualified

You’re not mysterious
Monsters are easily identified
You’re just a living carcass

No matter, no fuss!

© Delia Ross. 2019

He thinks I give a shit, but I was over him last week
I’m all out of fucks…
Yup zero fucks y’all. I know my worth. ✌
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Sad Empty Pathetic Lives

One from my private vault, and from two years ago (April 2017). Completely raw and untouched for April Poetry Month.

sad empty pathetic lives… what reruns they are

he’ll never have my love or respect again. he’ll never have my forgiveness and he’s never going to be worthy of my friendship.
but now, to get up and move again… i need to mend.

sometime in the years end
i need to mend
sometime in the years end
i’ll need a friend

you said you would never hurt me again
a weight off my shoulders
yet seven feet in…

sometime in the years end
i need to mend
sometime in the years end
i’ll cry again

behind those large blue eyes
a monster lurks
never a day that ends-
always at work

he said he would never hurt me again
he said he would never

i hate you
and no amount of time
will ever change that

you know what you are,
you know what you did
how would you think
i’d not wish you dead
how did you think
i’d not wish you dead

i need silence inside my head
but there’s violence inside your bed
how did you think i’d not wish you dead

sad empty pathetic lives… what monsters they are

lurking and lusting and
draining souls
i will never relinquish control
i was head deep in
before i could swim
i’m learning how to live again
i’m learning how to live

oh for a brief moment you made me believe
in a fairytale

(but you’re really a monster from hell, tell tell)

oh ye sloth
you were treated like a king
even out of cloth
and lying on your knee

one or two or a thousand
how many hearts now bleed?

i didn’t want to be her, i plead
but you’re still not listening
you have no heart, you see

oh, and good luck on the baby

what hurts most of all, i believed you
and the thing that hurts most is, you knew all along
you knew

this is cruel deception
you are evil incarnate
the dead, risen again
he has no soul

(might as well call me a widow, i’m mourning my soul
the death of my heart)

nocturnal mourning

every morning

i should have seen
all the warnings

hating you is the only way to get through, it’s the only way i will survive. but is it wrong to hate a monster?

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Ten After Sunset

Pain after sunset
denial and regret
It’s now ten after sunset
you haven’t admitted anything yet

Blame during sunrise
But never a tear in your eye
Aim for shock and surprise
It’s so much better when they cry

Shame morning and afternoon
You’ll catch him singing the same ole tune
Same lying up under the moon
He wasn’t born with a silver spoon

© Delia Ross. 2019