Unmapped (poetry)

I am unmapped
Perhaps a death trap
Mud and muck
Got stuck –
Waiting on the rapt


Classic yellow
Fellow mellow
But I’m not good with things
I’m not good with things
Broken gifts for kings


I identify as an angel
Tattooed “faithful”
Lost in the desert
Wandering
Capable
At hell’s round table
Stories like a fable
Morals undo Abel


This is your doing
The grief lying here
Patches on the wall
Want to disappear


Like the earth
She’s able to manifest dreams
Bursting at the seams
Whatever life deems
She’s our winning team
Lick her from the stream

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Never. Been. More. Suicidal. In. My. Life. Yee-haw.

Merry Christmas y’all

(Don’t have plan B or Z but preparing for escape) (no, from the city asshole, not life)

(Try and keep up)

The new suicidal is saving your life, in daring attempts of escape. Instead of leaping from the bridge, finding safety where there is none.

Chilling on the ledge and don’t trust the rumble

Cliff breaks

Gotta climb high to find escape route…

Everything in the house is nearly gone

Gotta hire junk removal services or pay some locals in the neighborhood to drag it to back of property to the bin (cuz I’m too disabled to lift)

My parents did not properly socialize me for childhood or adulthood

“Sins of the father and the mother”

The reason I’m so angry is they are still alive getting away with atrocities

Sleeping sound…

God damn all ye merry gentlemen


Shadow People (poetry)

You see me in tinted rose
Colors of the rainbow
The world falling so
My angel tears glow
Sorrow from the window
Living death row


It’s so far the surface
Drifting without purpose
Focused on worthless
Heart is hopeless


Tomorrow he’ll be gone
Like sunrise
The moon withdrawn
This ain’t Babylon


Any offer is a good offer
You took a chance to be
The only way to prosper
Escaping gravity


Double hex
I’d rather die
Than live
With this mess


Hurt him to save him
Carving out main limb
Synonym
Heart felt grim
He’s original sin


Game over
For us
Merry Christmas
🎁🎄🎁


Gonna go after him
With everything I got
Stomach not in a knot
Sky clear as thought
God’s in your parking lot
Spitting snot
Your time my clock
Tick-tock


There is darkness here
Crows and curses
Unwritten verses
Tears like cashmere


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I haven’t been taking pictures. I’ve been praying and crying. But I’d like to try taking photos again. When I’m feeling less tormented on the cross.

I think I entered another level of hell.

I don’t wanna be trapped down here.

Also, I don’t know how to communicate with females at all.

In any capacity.

Either they have no empathy and are emancipated androgynous bots or I’m autistic.

I spend 30 seconds with a human and leave going “demon”.

Is this what Edgar Allan Poe experienced before he wound up on the street?

Also, it occurred to me that NASA are shadow people and the entirety of space.

You don’t know if an object is spherical or flat in space.

They only see dots and the math is wrong.

Society and everything in it is snake oil.

I’m coming of age

I identify as Mary Magdalene and Cleopatra (and Mina Tepes)

I was conscious and aware before I was born and suicidal

I got in trouble for trying to die by suicide in kindergarten

FYI

The battle gets harder the longer you climb


This (poetry)

This is the mess I made
Trotting through blindfold
This is the price I paid
No household

This is the mess I made
Clothing soiled
Trying to escape
Keeping heart from cold

This is the mess I made
Acting spoiled
Changing shape
Letting chaos manifold

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

This is the mess I made is sung in the style of Jim Morrison

Jim is very much part of my essence and purpose even tho I sold my precious vinyl

Been letting go of my “empire of shit”

Never been more suicidal in my life

But I’ve been trying to end it since before I was born…


Look at this pedophilia propaganda infesting my home

Donate pile…


It’s human vs demon vs angel baby down here

I hope God loves me…

And doesn’t forget me in the void…

“Why have you forsaken me” welp

All I do is walk around with a stone and I’m also in bear mode, so please don’t activate

“If cute why not pet”

Cuz rip veins from neck “with teeth”

Keep back ten feet…


(The enemy is in a white coat and house)

The census: it’s not just how they are reporting

I’ve overstayed my welcome

“I talk to dead people”

I’m autistic (they want to commit me for not being a monotone droid who does what it’s told)

“I’m that program in the Matrix doing what it should not”

“I see dead people” *sobs* 👀

Don’t tell your therapist this or anyone

If I wind up on the crazy top o clock news, bear mode, celebrate

And if there’s any casualties of war, well, you shouldn’t of fucked with my dog…


I live for God now (poetry in 8 words)

Tender mercy
Sharpening knives
Overwhelming worry
Ending lives

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I apparently don’t believe in abortion or euthanasia.

“Thou shall not kill” hits differently for Angel Baby.

Non stop worry and crying followed by a dopamine boost of milk, cinnamon and sugar… left before my free refill, welp… (and left crying lol) (also learned I’m not into normal things)

The little mutt may be a Frankenstein made in a lab, but he has a soul and a heartbeat, and I’m not getting in the way of God or his plans and whatnot.

So I have a hellhound in this timeline. He hates it here (this location) as much as John Jones hates that cave.

Hear, hear

The crows were never here the prior four years.

Neither was BlackRock – who took control of this building

I need out the city

The Titanic is sinking overrun with racism and murder of white folk by Black Lives Matter but white lives don’t

Check the census. It’s not just how people are reporting stupid.

“So you don’t believe in interracial marriage”

You can marry who you want but I don’t want to live in a predominantly black neighborhood ever again…

I’m autistic angelic

I curse and say “autistic”

I’m gonna get committed

The enemy is in a white coat and White House

My mama think I got a “dirty mouth”

Over and out…


To those still lurking, thank you. Maybe one day, a night bloom.

Hell is freezing waters. Heaven has daughters.


Christmas is Canceled (poetry)

I blame the world
For all my problems
Every single one
☝️

But I’m responsible
For what I’ve done
Every circumstance
The Devil spun

Drawing blanks
Loaded gun
Eyes clearly focused
Though in the sun

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

If I cut the cord, I’ll never be the same

In hindsight, it’s what I want, but not this way

An opportunity, to fix mistake

To save oneself

But at the cost of another…

So who is really being saved

Have you seen that zombie film with Arnold Schwarzenegger?

He couldn’t fix his mistake either

Prolonged the suffering…

It’s one of his best films next to Terminator. Highly underrated.

Cuz it’s all emotion.

That ending scene…

He couldn’t do the one thing she asked her dad.

Coward.

Being vague, because I don’t want to spoil the details.

No one cares about that film but me

Currently I’m going through a situation in where I don’t wanna do what I probably clearly outta

And my only outlet of expression is a poem to a private blog

*laughs insanely*

The isolation is starting to drown me

And you know what they say about a drowning man

Revenge

It really is better served cold and calculated


Belief (poetry)

The problem is
I don’t believe
The sky is falling
The lies you weave

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Shit you should know but don’t want to hear 👇

Dogs and cats were made in a lab in Asia. Traced back their timeline.

Not shocking.

Cats and dogs are plagued with parasites.

The elites were plagued with parasites.

Connect the dots

“Pregnant women should not be around the cat box”. Applies to everyone!

Gavin Rossdale says cats are filthy, won’t have em in his palace. Good King.

I’m very observant. Army trained.

I got the good Army training.

Listen or don’t listen

GenX about to have a throw down, we nearly healed but at risk for ASDS heaven

It’s humans vs demons down here

Narcissism is a plague (someone with a psych degree)

My best friend died of suicide, and then her mother and I’ve been trying to die by suicide since I was in the womb but then I decided to study why everybody was so fucking depressed and it’s because of China 🇨🇳

Porn. Propaganda. Predators. The Internet should be 21+. Walmart and The Mall too. (They’re selling sex toys in front if kids)

FYI: I identify as 15 but act 500

I’m a complicated creature and require special handling

He doesn’t get me at all

How do you play the game when you know their next move?

I’m afraid of what I can do… (to self) (near through)

Can find compassion in Crow and the elite hate Crow so much – she don’t get an emoji

Feed the trees and the wildlife

They need us….


Walmart is selling sex toys online in the health department (proof)

When I was growing up, sex toys were in the “Adult stores” that were age 21+ and only

But now anyone can buy sex toys at any age – (the Mall is also selling adult toys in front of children; conditioning).

Look how the algorithm includes suggestions

And over 1000+ search results….

So this is America now.

I am LOUDLY quitting

And I just thought you should know

What our children have been exposed to

And how you should stop supporting the enemy

Boycott Walmart

Boycott Walmart

I did send up feedback in the app to the AI in control

I am uninstalling the app

I’m gonna keep starving until I find food that isn’t poisoned 🤢

No one is doing anything to protect my precious energy

I do not own sex toys and have not for years

They desensitize

It’s not actually “healthy” despite being sold in the health department online

What’s next? The gas stations? Next to the crack pipes?

Also, Walmart is adding natural flavor to the beef. It ain’t vegan if it’s got natural flavor in it.

Go look for yourself if it will help you transition

The firming agent in the beans is actually ruining the beans!

When is the uprising again?

Y’all all have so many addictions.

Synthetic material is highly flammable, and when they go to drop their little bombs in the air, you’re gonna go poof poof

It’s extremely hard to extinguish

Corduroy was always 100% cotton (no synthetic fibers)

But now that the Chinese government openly control everything – they are changing the literal definition and meanings of words.

The first Bible can be traced back to Asia.

“Made in China”

The Bible has also been rewritten so many times that it’s Luciferian in nature.

Still think porn should be widely circulated on social media – while our free speech is not?

The Internet should be made 21+

I see one little thing and get traumatized

My sexual energy is pure

My body

There are parts of me untouched and untainted

I have a shit ton to learn with a man

If and when the time ever comes

And God knows the sacrifices I’ve made to cleanse myself of a curse

I’ve got holes in my fucking wall…

I need out of the city

I don’t want to support the enemy

There are people in China suffering from their own fucking government that I can’t fucking stand who has taken over America.

I’m still a Soldier!!!!!!!!!!!!!

They are going after soldiers who want 100% for PTSD. They’re trying to fucking commit us because the goddamn enemy is inside the White House.

Can anyone hear me through their addictions and own personal hell?

Or naw? Pretty certain naw…

Because sex toys are being sold at the health department at Walmart


Amazon is sharing your address Wishlist with the buyer

I went in to make changes to my Amazon Wishlist and they have new features – already selected for you – about disclosing your address to the buyer

“The seller may disclose your address to the buyer”

Wait. What. 👀

I have a brain injury and maybe I’m misinterpreting what that says!?!

I’ve since unchecked the box – and I’ve no one spoiling me – but I very much intend to spoil me – as these are items I want/need.

That’s a dangerous new feature Amazon has added

I wasn’t even aware until I was acting emo and making privacy changes

Anyhoo…

If you have children using it or anyone under the age of 18 and they have an Amazon wishlist account and people spoiling them, then they may be getting access to your home address now.

I care about the unsuspecting adults too (like self) and people with mental illness who may try and obtain an address for harm

I don’t understand how it’s legal for a business to do something like this, it’s fucking dangerous

They are using grams as weight now cuz America belongs to the immigrants and their children born here naturalized

The immigrants get to vote before our children legally turn 18 to do so

LMAO

I wish I had known all this before I started College is a scam.

Quietly LOUDLY quitting society

Information is knowledge so please let folks know that their lives are in danger now – unless they want complete strangers with their shipping address!?!?

I don’t like giving out my phone number or email and now we’re just giving folks our home address huh.

Why not just give the buyer your address and fuck Amazon all together?

Why use a third party at all? Which was the entire fucking point I thought.

Amazon is dead

There’s hardly a place worth shopping

I like thrift stores and antique furniture shops

I will find the most ugly shop in Florida you can find.

Get on my knees and hunt

Getting offline forever soon…

I don’t understand the point


Hell (poetry)

I hope hell is just for men
Same place I’ve been
Crossing back with sin
Just ask when

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

*insert picture of me looking like shit here*

FYI: safety check update; if you have an Amazon wishlist, they are now sharing your address with the buyer unless you uncheck the box

I think it should be illegal for a company to add new features and automatically sign you up for them.

They are doing this in the real world now too

Like how an addendum will become a permanent feature

90% of all murders happen by men

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

Christianity in its current massively re-written state, serves Lucifer

It’s Luferian worship

Everything in society – especially “manmade” is a contraption set by LUCIFER

Of course, I don’t really believe in your fucking made up God and devil, but this is the reality and propaganda I’m fucking stuck in.

I believe in the Good Creator

The Source

I think life was an explosion everywhere

Not an actual boom

Life appeared simultaneously and everywhere (the great expansion like your precious fake Big Bang – which I told you wasn’t real)

I never believed in evolution theory as a child, or teenager or in eighth grade; I holy fucking argued about everything that was being taught as theory as fact

Can NASA show you anything other than dots?

Y’all believe the cartoons they push

I’ve noticed they use cartoons to push their propaganda

Uhm, I’m sick of the Internet is Dead

Propaganda. Porn. Predators. It needs to be made 21+

Same with Walmart who are selling sex toys online in the health department

I’m sick of an LCD monitor, don’t wanna look at a screen

It’s burning my retina 👁️


DON’T (short rhyme)

DON’T DISTURB THE DEAD
My door sign read
Fuck off instead


John,

Did you become the earth?
Deep in the Void
Did faith you desert?
Have you lost your worth?
Kicking til legs hurt?
Is hell our birth?


Cain killed Abel
I feel capable


OR…

Cain killed Abel;
But I didn’t visit my sister when she was dying
Don’t even bother crying
Maybe I’m not capable…


Stay on the path
Don’t deviate
There’s a lot of ways
For doing things wrong
Very few right turns


The demons in positions of power, the gays, they want to save us, ALLY *laughter* but probably should’ve cried (FYI)


Suicide from the hilltop

Chris Cornell died when he was on top
What a fucking drop
Lights on, then off
Final stop


John,
We’re reckless
Up to neck
We’re feckless
Cleaning shop
You’re speckless
Winding your watch
Like you’re checkless


I know where he keeps
His secrets under me
I know where he sleeps
So comfortably


She has veins
She’s so strong
The weight she contains
Flowing all along


He’s down there
Rotting in regret
And we don’t know
His spirit is unrest


Feel like we’re separated by galaxies
Sad realities
A fallacy


Father,
How do I –
Get out from
The ruling thumb
Without killing someone?

Father,

I’m not having fun
I’m not drunk on rum


Everybody’s gone private
Still spreading like a virus


Father,

Why did you put me here?

I can’t swim in a current
Like the sun so burnt
Lessons never learnt


I like the rhythm we make
Like delicate thunder
The soft wonder
Filling clouds


Father,
I’m writing you from hell
Calling long distance
Crawling though persistent
And I cannot spell


I extract all the amber
Lies from December
Gather under chamber
Don’t love thy neighbor


I don’t wanna go right
I want to go left
Until I’m out of breath
Stuck to chest


The feeling is mutual
I don’t think it’s that unusual


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thrift finds 🤩 (journal log)

This is a special Christian thrift store – you can only visit X amount of times to shop

Sitting near the entrance of the store – cookie instructions

But anyone in the world is allowed to shop free there (free shopping, I know it’s weird)

Loaded the Jeep up – all 3 bags from the Thrift shop 🙂

I never know what I will find and there is a 25 item limit each visit. The Jeep was stocked.

One worker said, “I got a bag fresh in if you want it” cuz I had found a cool vintage wicker basket and they thought I’d like this. They were right. In fact, I’ve been looking all over for something but didn’t like the plastic junk currently out there. Universe said “gotcha, know just the thing you need”. Precisely.

Zero holes or tears. Zips correctly and without aggravation (thus far). I think it might be insulated and for kitchen/food use… not what I’ll be using it for. Or will I? 🤔

Also scored a full size Cannon quilt – these thing’s don’t ever run cheap

It’s comfy and making my terribly uncomfortable bed more comfies. It’ll fit the Jeep when I’m homeless again. I already put it through the wash. Need some sheets to match. Love the colors. Not too thick for Florida. Absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Also scored a hardback dictionary from back in the 70s, before the timelime was switched.

A book I’ll understand.

And got this magical purple velvet box with an angel inside – and one of a kind – she’s resting on clouds – but the art is painstakingly done on the inside of the ornament (I mostly wanted the box)

Purple velvet box with special ornament inside

Because it’s glass and has a mirror effect, it’s hard to get a picture of…

She is special and resting on clouds. I don’t know how to get a better photo. All you see is me in the reflection. Inside under her contains this note.

But the wicker basket was a nice find. I mostly cared about the basket.

Inside was three all cotton embroidered Christmas hand towels from Thailand – along with vintage soup with hand drawn art on it. Vintage.

I removed the soap and washed the towels and cleaned up the wicker basket.

100% cotton Christmas embroidered hand towels from Thailand

Vintage art soap from Thailand (my guess is this was also hand painted)

There was also non-edible cinnamon bark with decorations inside with the towels and soap.

Vintage handwoven wicker basket

Got 2 matching sets of 100% all cotton bath towels

And a couple plates

A ceramic spoon holder (now in the wash)

Some clothing like sweaters and nice fancy t-shirts

A small petite robe by Pink

A very long and beautiful crotchet table runner with my small dream home and a tree

Also this paper tablecover and a little Gospel of John propaganda book about the story of God

It’s a special thrift store and can only be visited a certain amount of times.

Anyhoo. The cost is absolutely free and it’s not junk. I’ve been all over town trying to find a bag.

Online too. God hooked me up. Special delivery fresh in. “It just arrived, thought you might like it”. I absolutely did. God bless. I didn’t know I needed a food delivery bag, but hey, have you watched made in heaven yet?

I don’t know if it’s a food delivery bag, but it would work well for picnics and things like that or to put in the back of my Jeep in the trunk area and put items in it like groceries

You could store blankets and things in it. Love my wicker basket and black travel bag! Absolutely great to store the groceries to and from! If that’s what I’ll use it for…

Mikey didn’t know what to do with the shovel. I’m in a similar boat.

I have things part of my purpose that I haven’t sorted yet.

I don’t know how to store and organize the important things.

Got 3 important boxes. All varying sizes. Velvet and satin lining. Wicker woven. Black potentially insulated. Do I keep the ornament and box together?

I thought that little wicker basket would be great to store my pads and tampons in, but surely there’s a better use for it than that…

Already washed and put out… love that all my towels and blankets are cotton! (Synthetic fibers are highly flammable and hard to put out)

Check out Frog Ministry of Edgewater, Florida (free to anyone in the world – but you get X amount of visits) 🎄

Frog Ministry doing good deeds

Pay-it-forward when you can. 🎄🎁🎄


Let the Moon in (poetry)

Would you let the moon in?
She’s out there charging
Soul for sin
Must be a bargain
Losing spin

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Photo from prior year (sorry it wasn’t stolen from the Internet is dead)

Postscript: I gained a pound. 111 now. Gratitude.

The house is full of food and ghosts. Spirits and curses. The crows gather around.

Everybody is serving Satan.

And I’m suppose to just sit back and smile.

New lines are forming on my face.

I just had another EKG and xRay completed – doc musta saw something cuz has ordered and scheduled me another echocardiogram.

I have so many appointments this month – all over. Deland. Lake Nona/ Orlando. Daytona.

But I gained a pound. A GOOD POUND.

I don’t want to die.

Still fighting the good fight.

Like our dear John Jones, I crawled so far in the hole.

The Good maker blessed us with 100+ years.

Neo if you’re out there…

If you can read this…

Trinity down


I’m two places at once: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


We’re Sorry (poetry)

We’re sorry
That profile is not available
You thought love was unfailable
We hope you feel terrible

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Edgar Allan Poe died on the street because of this bullshite

He didn’t make it past 40 without love (which happened to be his blood cousin – not through marriage – but blood relation – uhm incest)

I’m gonna throw up 🤢

Still. He is tattooed on my bone. And skin

“Earth is lying”

A constant reminder

I’m just a former shell of all I could’ve been

I hope somebody in heaven still loves me

Closing shop but still sinning at my private clubhouse where it seems the Devil and crows have gathered

I don’t find the crows ominous at all

They bring me gifts and blessings

I crawled deeper in the hole – cuz I don’t know how to leave well enough alone – and I’ve never been more frightened in my life

Edgar was a Soldier

The enemy is in the White House

“I’m that program in the system doing what it’s not suppose to…”

Literally programmed to make a mess

This is why heaven is empty

Nobody wants me here


Ghosted (poetry)

I’ve been ghosted again
Rambling
These feet catch wind
No shambling
I’m lite as sin
Soul gambling

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


This is the way God wants it

I’m convinced

He wants me focused on healing ❤️‍🩹

Course correcting

Plugging the ship

Making soup with thangs he grows

The earth has veins and we’re mining her and that’s why sinkholes form

The Devil wants to destroy everything God made and organic

He loves synthetic

The Bible has been rewritten so many times that you are actually serving a dark entity. You are worshiping the devil.

And a false entity

I’ve made so many mistakes

Got a new identity

Getting the apartment back to a shell

I look like I’m moving in or out of hell


New Deck (poetry)

When I’m gone I’m gone
The ghost is done haunting
Done daunting
New deck drawn

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I got a new identity 🤩

You won’t care 🤩


Would you put the chessboard down long enough to play a deck of cards with me though?

Dare you?

Wanna play a hand? 👀

Interest peaked like a mountain?

Maybe a good line?

I’m not any good with chess, but I’m straight aim on the deck, the devil would confess…


Little Black Book (poem)

I got a little black book
Of all the names I hate
Some contain a face
Some I advocate

I got a little black book
But I own no estate
And I’m always running late
Procrastinate

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I love how a Taco Bell subscription is $10 a month – Walmart $13 a month, the car wash $19.99 per month, but because I’m a commoner, and most men have a porn and gambling addiction, and most men wouldn’t spend a dime on me, let alone a penny, because they’d rather send me marriage proposals or tell me how much I make their dick hard, for three years on social media, because “your pretty” is the validation one needs and they just sold their house or whatever, and I’m suppose to chat with these men on the daily, without them so much as ever buying me a coffee, or joining my incredibly cheap Patreon tier of ONE DOLLAR, even though they tell me they visit my blog and “enjoy” the content and “I’m gonna go far”

You’re right

Far the fuck away

Under a new identity already born


The Day (poetry)

The day
He abandons me
I’ll be homeless
Complete psychosis
Without notice
Earth my focus
Death the prognosis


This site has been deleted!
Surprise! You were never needed!
Cast out and weeded!
All hope receded!


Compass points
To my heart
Upside down
In you


Without love
It’s all useless
The daily excuses
If we’re not exclusive
Hope is useless


He wasn’t ready for me
Giving himself away
He arrived late
Demanding me to stay


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Still writing my heart out – despite being completely cast out by the blogging community *bows*

Full unlocked exclusive set on my Onlyfans (where I snuck into Top 39 Thanksgiving. Thank you!!) 🥰

If I become homeless, I don’t wanna become homeless where it floods (perspective)


The content carries on two places at once: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


The End (a poem)

I know why everybody’s gone, halfheartedly
The Devil is a finely-tuned mistake
Just off center front stage
Sitting in a black box
Drinking champagne
His eye a spotlight

He keeps a letter in his pocket
Dark corduroy lint free
He smells of oak and pine
And her expression is a look of expectation she will never meet
He finds her in the most desolate ruin

Out of breath
Wasted time
Ready to die

Regret is a curtain pulled aside
And she dances with fury
He’s convinced the moon is under her spell
Gazing
Engorged

She prefers the clouds her audience
The quiet solitude
Where destiny won’t find her
Where broken promises and debts will never be paid…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


More stuff: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Shame (poetry)

I try to hide my shame with socks
The bruises, the scars
There’s no love lurking in my mailbox
I’m chatter from the sidebars

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Thank you for everything. Practicing gratitude.

https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


I honestly had no idea that covering my bruises with cute socks, would help my mental health, but it does… (proof on the OF)

The algorithm must’ve finally learned English and grammar

After I threw out the Smart TV 📺

PROGRAMMING

Albeit it recorded shame as SHEIN in caps so

I want an annoying old typewriter

Not synthetic fibers

Finally got my hands on some plates that say MADE IN THE USA and holyshite that’s rare

To be from a country where everything is sourced from China India Mexico Thailand Japan – if it does say USA now sometimes it’s a trick and most items were sourced from Brazil

I live in the USA but feel a stranger SLAVE


Signpost (poetry)

I’ve known him the longest
We met near a signpost called despondent
In a forest of fondness
Sadness my bonnet
I’ve loved him the longest

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I abruptly stopped the detox days ago. Can still taste the poison on my tongue.

John has been down there struggling nearly 23 hours now.

In retrospect

They passed that cave off like a family event

Leavitt was shocked it closed. He was hoping a death would bring in more than 5000 visitors annually.

God bless John Jones

MURDERED

Given a FAKE MAP

“I thought I was somewhere else on the map. I thought it was going to open up. Why did you put me here?”

His faith couldn’t save him

Nor 100 rescue personnel on the tax payers clock

He died with shit running down his back

Hot and sweating and miserable

“I hate this cave”

Went in with his headlamp as a boy

Llitslitsututdlututitigdgiitutdututst

Gonna be an easy one huh

Nighttime huh

Management not even ensuring they have proper gear

Giving them a fake map

“Have fun”

Shocked it closed down

“There are things that happened down there that will never be disclosed…” Michael Levitt


Half (poetry)

Would you still love me
If I broke in half?
And would you still want me
If I came in last?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Sitting at the VA writing him rhyme ✍️

When I was age 10, I had a dream about a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy from Maine or Maryland, and he was driving down a long road on a motorcycle.

I knew he was the one from my dream when we met in my 20s briefly

Even if I lose all my teeth, I’m still gonna wanna suck his fucking cock…

Welp.


John was willing to be broken in half to carry on with his life

I know I’m just a dying fantasy

Clinging to hope

He’s young and has the world

I keep having visions of hanging from a tree and him finding me 😑

John would’ve kept crawling if he could…

“I’m not where I thought I was”

“I thought it was going to open up”

“Why did you put me here”

On a positive note, it’s warm today. Hot warm.

I called the skate park. I don’t need safety equipment.

I’m in good spirits despite no self-worth

Whatever you do, don’t get the vaccine or flu shot

Don’t do it…


Utah, JOHN JONES (poetry)

Maybe I’m in Utah
Under martial law
Digging under nightfall
In a low crawl


Hopelessly trapped
Where new earth mapped

Sealed
To keep out the curious
But I am delirious


Don’t keep crawling
At the place you’re getting stuck (says John Jones)


Remember Jones?
Went digging for gemstones
Got stuck; earth clinging to his bones
God bless John Jones


John,
I know the depths you crawled
The barriers
I know how much you bawled
Earth superior

John,
I know you clawed
None merrier
I know once you called
And broke hopes area


Died upside down
Shit rolling along his back
Lost hope
In the black
28 hours later
Dies of heart attack


The constant variable
I find unbearable
My soul unwearable
I just feel terrible


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Fake skull on my bookshelf

Victim blame all you want. The map was changed.

“I’m not where I thought I was”

“I thought I was someplace else on the map”

“I thought it was going to open up”

“Why did you put me here”

BRO, YOU WERE GASLIT AND MURDERED

BRO, THEY ARE DOING THE SAME TO ME ABOVE GROUND

THEY WANT TO COMMIT ME BECAUSE I KNOW THEY ARE MURDERING ME

IT’S A HITLER DEATHCAMP INSIDE THE MEDICAL SYSTEM

I FOUND THE ENEMY EVERYWHERE

BRO, POETRY ALL WEEK FOR YOU

I can’t sleep at night for what they’ve done to us

To what they’re doing

I fantasize about digging you out

“I want out”

“I hate this cave”

Bro, I’m so angry at the folks at the VA

I’m fantasizing about *insert positive context*

Recovery huh

You’re 400 feet from the entrance 100 feet below

Tattoo your name on my heart already

I’m coming to get you bro… come hell or high water

Don’t want the water, already contemplate some shit like that happening digging

“What the hell is that sound”

Desert floods. Welp.

Do I need to worry about gas being built up down there?

I have no problem dragging you out one bone at a time

He literally doesn’t want to be down there

His last will and testament verbally was he wanted to be broken in half to be pulled out

“Break me in half”

They dropped him on his head instead 👍👍

Tied the main pulley support on some clay

AND

Jerked harder when everything was going just fine

“It’s working, it’s working, pull harder”

WHY CHANGE IT UP IF IT WAS WORKING

GREAT RESCUE Y’ALL

Terrible management

Two kids got stuck there in that same section 6 months prior and it took like a 10 hour rescue and instead of marking that territory off they made a new map with MISSING DANGEROUS FEATURES

“I’m not where I thought I was…” John Jones

Well let’s go ahead and victim blame OK

See it in every article

NARCISSISM IS A PLAGUE

And once our enemy gets the people with the paychecks to kill off us then they’re going to come kill them off

Sometimes I want to let the darkness take over

John Jones died on Thanksgiving so

THAT IS WHY

Also, might’ve kinda met while I’ve been dying

“I talk to dead people” tearfully

Anyhoo there may be more poetry about the shit happening

His story is the icing on the cake in this hell

Nobody should be jealous of a dead boy (new band name)


Priorities (poetry)

He’s taking phone calls
Then running back to me
His rules, his protocols
But don’t have a skeleton key

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

WARNING BIG MOUTH BELOW

I’m sick of being quarantined. I’m sick of dying. I’m sick of the VA murdering me.

I’m crawling through hell to stay alive

Not getting phone calls. Don’t know his Twitter. But he need me to know he’s hot and after.

I would be hurting less with his cuddles. But nooo zombieeeeee

And he wanna punish me for getting stuck

At least John Jones’s brother said “I’m not mad at you for getting stuck” and he never saw him again after that

My sister died and went to hell with me mad at her

I’m still mad!!!!

I need to escape the Matrix. I don’t wanna vote. I need a small field. To grow things or die.

I do have a bunch of doctors appointments coming up, I fucking hate the Hitler deathcamp I’m trapped in

I don’t know how to escape the regime

Without leaping into the singularity

I would like to die in his arms. Just him.

The Devil is coming after me hard

So turns out he had trouble messaging too

Which means he didn’t block me

And all those other thoughts that followed after were untrue

“He was bored”

“He didn’t like the topic”

“He wanted to punish me”

WHAT DIDN’T I THINK UP

I don’t know anymore if people are being emo or if it’s the algorithm

I JUST DON’T KNOW

I absolutely did not block him from communicating tho – and he was blocked for like five minutes on my fucking phone

And he knows why

HE KNOWS

HE SHOULD NOT HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS TWITTER

Don’t even need to say it

🤐

He wants me to know about the life he’s living that I’m not allowed to know about

I should probably cut my dead ends off but fuck it I’m almost dead

And I like looking like a mermaid


Remove (poetry)

I wish he’d remove the veil
My face is pale
And death
Lives in my motel
A neon sign
Flashing I’m not well

I wish he’d remove the nail
We sin like hail
And faith
Is missing where I fell
A bloody road
Where we won’t leave a trail

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m going through revelations.

Despite dying and running everyone off nearly

I’m writing rhyme

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The Smart TV (freestyle morning rhyme)

The Smart TV
In the trash
Propaganda machine
Gone in a smash

Glass flying like a limousine
Zero backlash
Fuck quarantine
But I am marching last

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Yesterday I carried the Smart TV to the bin. It’s stupid. The Internet is dead and ran by an algorithm. It should be made 21+. It’s full of propaganda, porn, and predators.

Walmart is selling sex toys in front of children – and online too in the “health” section.

This is not healthy or good. Growing up all my life, that stuff was found in Adult 21+ stores only.

Now I’m exposed to it shopping for essentials. I don’t own any toys. I don’t want to see anal plugs next to Lava Lamps or in the “health” section. Porn has destroyed humanity. FYI. I know you don’t care. 90% of all murders happen by men and since 1970 68% of ALL LIFE has gone extinct.

It’s synthetic everything now. Can’t even find some cotton from my hometown. I feel a stranger in my own land and country I fought for.

It was always the dollar tree, always. That junk was never worth more than pennies. Fucking GAWD. IMMIGRATION

I don’t want any part of toxic America society which has been destroyed by our enemy through globalism and narcissism.

I continue to receive the rainforest in my mailbox to eat at places or to shop at places I will never shop at.

I can’t opt out anywhere from anything. It’s toxic and sick.

They are trying to commit soldiers who are going after 100% disability for mental health through the VA.

I will go all Hannibal Lecter on your ass. I will. God knows. 👀

The suicide rate continues to increase among veterans and military because the OER’s and NCOER’s aren’t matching the Mission statement or what’s going on in the real world

I’m very depressed and suicidal but you’re not gonna lock me into a fucking jail cell because I don’t agree with this dictatorship society and never have

And now when you go out and about there are a bunch of desensitized GenZ and Millennials who only care about instant gratification, quietly quitting, or the LGBT community.

I am quietly quitting society

I’m not gonna sit back and let the enemy commit me for what they’ve done to me

I’m leaving here soon

This identity

It’s all gone

Back to reading books (I still have yours with ripped out pages and I’m still speaking to ghosts)

They want to commit us…

The rubberband is gonna pop

They keep pushing us and FYI we busted our ass more than any generation alive – with nothing but scar wounds to show for it – and they want to commit us – instead of paying us compensation.

It’s sick what the enemy is getting away with because the Millennials are so emancipated

I’m trapped like John Jones only I currently got a toilet which is now under BlackRock ownership

There’s no rent control out here

They are gutting us from the inside with policies that do not fit America

Joining an app or signing up for an account just means they are going to sell your private personal data and you can never fully leave

I CAN THO. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME WATCH TV

I’M NOT ANSWERING SURVEYS TO TRAIN THE ALGORITHM

I DO NOT LIKE ANY OF THIS

SUICIDE IS HUMANE


I learned a secret and am telling it

Recently I received a gift of Cinnamon bark.

And being the observant that I am, I read the details. It included a secret on the back. God wanted me to know. I feel it is a universal sign. I’ve been making many stews after all. And today, included cinnamon bark.

(Protein of choice can be used – I’m avoiding lab made proteins – but am Flexitarian and mostly consume a vegetarian/vegan diet. I’m a picky meat eater too; beef, chicken, turkey mostly and fish on the occasion).

Making stew with spring water and cinnamon bark

I made my broth from scratch again – but memaw (my grandmother passed) never tossed out the fat from the meat and today I decided to do the same. Since I keep skin and seeds on, FAT PLEASE.

Ingredients used: spring water, Tomatoes from the Vine, cherry tomato medley (later popped), cinnamon bark, fresh garlic, onion, celery, cilantro, sweet yellow, orange, and green peppers with seeds, rainbow carrots, dry green split peas, wild rice blend, rosemary, thyme, parsley, salt with the necessary nutrients (maybe), pepper, potato with skin on and washed, red kidney bean (but I can’t buy canned beans anymore because they are putting things in them that they should not and I’ll stick to adding dry lentils, split pea, rice, ect). Added half can of tomato sauce too which it absolutely did not need and the stew would have survived without it)

I cooked up ethically sourced organic beef with onion and spices and put 4 spoons of the fat into the stew. I continued cooking the beef to a nice texture and gently added it to the stew – and then a shit ton of cabbage 🤪

I let the cabbage cook down some and then I added even more cabbage

But that wasn’t enough. So more.

IT’S THE BEST SOUP I’VE EVER MADE AND I SAY THAT ABOUT EVERY POT BUT THIS ONE CONTAINS A SPECIAL SECRET INGREDIENT

Cinnamon bark. It’ll be going in everything now. Practicing gratitude. Thank you Lord. Now maybe my stew is fit for a king.

A lump of cinnamon bark in the leftovers

And I put it with the leftovers. Apparently cinnamon is a great anti-parasitic and pet friendly too.

The dog went mad for my soup. He got second’s plus additional bites.

My bowl consumed in light-speeds – did not add a pinch of anything.

So the stew would be good without a meat protein source but the heart demanded. Just don’t add meat.

I made homemade vegetable beef this time. Probably not like anyone else makes it.

I’m terribly full but already greedy for another bowl. I’m stuffed. And definitely wanna enjoy leftovers so gotta ration and need a bigger pot! 🙂

Happy holidays. Still eating my nuts and things. I’m going to a food drive on Friday. Curious to know if the universe will gift me any secrets. I’m invested. 🙂

Oh and, scored my 3 pack detox for the price of 1. Grateful. The detox continues…. the heart journey, the healing.


Warm Milk (poetry) *NSFW*

Crows and raven patterns
Demands he’s going after
Rings as full as Saturn
Kissing under lantern
Unholy laughter


Coffee with warm milk and dark chocolate
Hearts come with broken lockets
Empty picture frames not flawless
I have skeletons in my closet


I make him feel all the senses
Dizzy jumping fences
Climbing towards defenses
He needs me endless


He’s possessed
Or the letter was written in blood
Signed and scribbled with mud
Let love manifest

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

“I don’t want my kids to see this” 💋


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XMAS and thangs ahhhh

Oh hi. My package arrived. People were complaining this hat was small.

I’m small too.

My package arrived on Veteran’s Day. I wasn’t expecting to see it today.

Satin Christmas nightgown, and Santa hat and leg warmers for any part of the day (tis fall)

But scored more items from ROMWE

And got a special XMAS teddy plus other special items I don’t want to show (I don’t even know if they fit yet, I haven’t had a try on)

Red bow Christmas teddy with bell

Despite the semi-holiday and storm Nicole, my package arrived in rather quick time

Socks

And sunshades for the Jeep. Happy they arrived. And the lord blessed me with a week of rain while I went without. Great price. Great quality.

Got some shop rags and a cleaning tool

Scored some foot socks. Soft feet.

And…

A crop top and pair of leggings (if they fit)

Clothing and cleaning and protection and I’m not spending a fortune and everything comes in a neat little bag. There’s minimal cleanup or waste.

Unlike America where you spend half your time chasing your tail just getting into the package and SO MUCH WASTE

I had 1 bag arrive with little bags of goodies and all trash fit back in the bag it came. I didn’t have to make a huge trip to the dump.

I like shopping at Shein but they are changing

So far my experience has been good

My first Christmas lingerie (will it fit?)


Veteran’s Day (Soldiering)

So today is VETS day. I went out and enjoyed some of the free goods.

Also, my Shein package arrived (separate post coming)

They do verify if you qualify. I show proof of service with my ID card. But there are many methods.

I went to AppleBee’s to enjoy the free meal from the limited menu. I went with the HEALTHIEST option and my least favorite choice.

The steak. I requested well done twice but it came out bloody and medium. I ate that bitch. Practicing gratitude. 🙃

Water with extra lemon. And seating outside (it’s packed inside and fresh air please). I am not masked.

It’s been decades probably since I had a steak. This clocked in at nearly $15 on the menu (free today for VET’s).

While waiting on my meal, they gave me a gift card for $5 off my next visit (with an expiration date of like soon)

I’ll probably come get a brownie and use it! Get it to go. Fall into a sugar coma. 🙃

I’m buying a brownie bite today in fact. To go.

It’s here now and the plate is clean (minus the bites for the dog).

I also scored free donuts 🍩

That I absolutely do not need

It’s raining and packed outside now and I want to go. Eat my mini brownie. At home. Happy Veterans Day.


A Letter to John (freestyle rhyme)

John,

Prayers for insane. Payers don’t get blamed. Layers for the game.

John,

Doomsayers say. Favors come with maim. Strayers have timeframe. I counterclaim.

John,

I have nightmares. Downstairs lost your way. Wares have minimal wage. Flares now come with rage.

John,

Affairs decay. Players turn the page. But what of you became?

John,

I’m not okay.

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

John, I haven’t forgot you were crucified upside down for Thanksgiving. Worst way to die. The very worse. “I’m spitting” hear, hear

Your story is a guidepost for my own wrongdoing.

I can’t get past the, “I thought it was going to open up”

“Yeah, we took that off the map. Figured people with common sense would know dusty means don’t go”

I want to rip his fucking dick off with my teeth, I mean Lorena Bobbitt cut her husbands dick off with scissors and they’re doing fine…

Just saying

Michael Levitt murdered John Jones

Psst… John is here. He’s refractive.


Everything’s OK (the best I got) (freestyle rhyme)

“Everything’s okay”
The sky is grey
The streets are flooded
May sound cliché
But hope cold-blooded
And hell to pay
My faith is studded
And he is my valet
The Devil mudded
Dirty like the clay
He won’t sound thudded
Rotting on display
His position rugged
New earth to survey

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

RIP JOHN JONES

New Christmas fitness skates by Dolls Kill

Hope you’re enjoying the poetry! 🙂


Christmas Wishlist (short rhyme)

Large dose of ginger
Ugly sweater for winter
Empty frame with picture
His kiss December

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Naughty Santa Christmas choker by Dolls Kill 😌

Freestyle before I lose power 🙂

I wasn’t ready for Halloween to end lol but I do have some Christmas items arriving soon – they made it to Orlando. 🙂

Veterans Day is tomorrow but the streets might be flooded and I may be homebound and required by law 🙃

The lights have been flickering on and off so storm Nicole is near (I think that’s her name)

Florida does lose power

I’ve lost it for a week at a time on two occasions where I live 🙂

Not ghosting

I’ve been really busy in the real world but I do have some cute lingerie sets here already that are not holiday themed – as well as a halter and booty short set that sold out on Dolls Kill – in a small – that fits!!! I do wanna get proper photos in these things.

The halter set is vinyl. I wanted it in red. It sold out. Was lucky to get the mocha – in small – and it fit. Yay! Pics soonish! 🤪

It’s just… I’ve never had Christmas lingerie before – and my package is nearly here 📦

As far as I’m concerned, Christmas started when my skates arrived – and fit!

Was lucky to score a pair at all!

And I absolutely adore these. Kinda unisex. Fits my goth grunge style.

Like the bat, I am the dark

Oh, remember how I said we need to enter a black hole feet first

John kinda took it literal and is leading the way

He is the closest to the center of the earth

Where do you think the Sun is falling?

Even NASA (if you believe) stated we were 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than previously thought

Yeah because the math is wrong…

Management should have been replaced when two kids got stuck at Nutty Putty cave – but instead they decided to make a new map that did not feature parts of the dangerous cave and re-opened it for John Jones to get stuck

He owns that cave, that’s his ship now

Him and Earth became one

She accepted his sacrifice

And feet first we go…


John (poem and things)

Saving souls
Going roads
Where caves are closed
Nobody knows –
I’m where John erodes


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It fits! 🙂

The dust is on the mirror, not the clothes. I can’t keep up. 🤪

I didn’t really know it was there. It’s only been two weeks since I last dusted it. How dare it. Get dirty. Just sitting there.

Today I shook hands with the Devil. He extended his hand. I took it with grip. Said “thanks for seeing me, Happy Holidays”. Practicing gratitude.

Also, nearly was not seen at the VA clinic because they are under orders to evacuate, as is everyone beachside. Scary storm again. Arrives tomorrow. Been raining two days non-stop.

Instead, a male doc took me on since the female care team are “insert something nice”

EVAC in order. Everyone had to exit the building by noon. Appointment over.

Clocked in at 112 pounds too (weight not speed)

Anyhoo

Everything has been halted again

And I’m still drinking Black Walnut Wormwood religiously

Herbals of the gods

I made the most amazing soup again – had a bowl today – God grows the most amazing things, and I need a bigger pot to put cook them in

I was slurping the broth out of the bowl, “thank you for healing me”

My skirt fits. I may have a future. I may not be yeeted out of society yet.

I’m ready to say yes to some of these side gigs

“I’ll give you 10-12 hours, with the potential for an additional 8, under one condition”

But I also filed for an increase again, and those take time, and it needs to be done right

Tests have been ordered

I’m lucky to be alive

This year has been a straight up fight for my life but no wonder no clothes was fitting me at 112 pounds 🤪

Gingerbread cookies are definitely in my future

Love me skirt. Denim. Perfect fall attire. I went with a medium (size 6). ROMWE. Said it would not be restocked. Doesn’t matter. I’ll wear it til it works no more.

Made the peach look good, not flat. Or maybe that’s the rebound fitness sessions 👀

I’m not allowed to go beachside, it’s shut down and under strict curfew and EVAC orders

Do you think me and that group hanging out on the beach last storm (the dude swimming in it) had anything to do with it?

Because they weren’t this pressed about Ian

According to all the official stats out here, Daytona Beach is going to continue to experience “severe flooding over the next 30 years”

Wanna go skating so bad but it’s been raining so much. Wanna do the outdoor skate parks first. Open air. Sky. Zero costs. Fitness exercise. The rinks cost the dollars. I’ll hit those up eventually.

I’m not wearing a mask skating tho no – just to take it off to eat.

Free skate park built here in 2019. 👍👍

Gonna test the new skates there.

I’m sorta nearly done shopping at Dolls Kill and Shein tho 🙂

Walmart is selling sex toys under the health department online. We once had to visit “adult bookstores” for any adult content.

21+ to enter

If Walmart is selling anal plugs, I guess the gas stations will be doing it next

America is toxic

I want out or far far away from society

And definitely stop supporting the enemy 🙂

I’ve scored some awesome things that will improve my life tho

Kinda need clothing that fits

Or that I want to wear

That isn’t business attire or military related

The whole mothership getting a makeover

Been getting so many job offers in the real world that I know I over qualify for, that’d I’d love to say, “I’ll give yah 10-20 hours”

But I have a hard time breathing 🙂

Skating will be so greattttttrttttrrttttrtr

“It can’t rain all the time…”

Some places it feels like it never ends. And I ain’t complaining. It looks creepy and scary out. Floods incoming again. End of the world.

Shook the devil’s hand today

Hold on, level up! 🤪

Challenge accepted

What are the terms? 🤪

“You go where I go”

112 pounds eh. Still gotta tone up. Shedding fat. But also need to fatten up and plan to include real butter in my diet again. Not vegetable oil. Not soybean. Not natural flavor lab made.

I’m still eating good

Until I fucked things all up with that Halloween candy

And nearly wound up in Urgent Care

And thank fuck the female team couldn’t do their job and the male doctor listened to me and things are moving forward with progress even though everything’s been halted because of the storm and the Evacuation orders

Happy holidays y’all

There are people out here still fighting for their life because of the vaccines and other things

Gulf war related thangs

Real soldier. Real battle wounds.

Friday is Veterans Day! HOOAH

I don’t know if anything will be open for me to go out and get any of the free meals or benefits due to the storm

I do like getting all the free thangs

Subs. Coffee. Donuts. Meals from Applebee’s and all sorts of places. Usually start early in the morn, pace myself, and make a day, evening included.

I am hungry. To eat another bowl had amazing soup.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD, I SHALL NOT WANT


Shotgun (poetry)

I wish I’d hear news of your death
I’d be winded
Overcome with giddy
You think I’m kidding?

I’d start a committee
Organize their pity
Piss on your city
Sorrow is silly


He likes to use the word “our”
But I’m not allowed in his yard
At any hour
The wind blows hard


I need to bunker down
Spend six months alone
Get out of this town
Let him feel the undertow


I’m reactive
Chemical explosive proactive
Positive attracted
Faith compacted


“Baby’s not allowed to see”
Words said cruelly
Cut right through me
Trust left fully
Got nowhere left to be


He wants me in a red bow
Lingering low
Black night and espresso
Staggering combo


He’s not a friend
He’s a one-way street
To a dead end
Devil called “shotgun” seat


I spend too much time and money for simple validation
Guys are cheap
There’s never a rose or coffee waiting
But another message complaining they are aching
Meanwhile, bills are paid and fridge is full – none of which they are responsible for
None of them would pick me off the floor
So I’m closing my own door


It feels redundant
Swimming up a current
I know I’m not stunning
Losing’s unbecoming


I deserve the cold earth
Rotting in the ground
Born with so little worth
Not gonna stick around


Kink and Coffee
Blowjobs and toffee


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal