I’ve got a hand to fix
Just not any narcissist
Evil is just a name for truly sick
And so I gotta walk away from it
© Delia Ross. 2019
Physically, mentally, I’ve expelled you from my mind and heart. No regrets. How about you? I’ve got a door too. One, you’ll NEVER walk through.
I am like an eagle
I’m trying to unplug sheeple
I am raising flags on evil
Corporations are not people
They won’t understand
I’m fighting for their life
I’ve fighted for their rights
I’m shining all the lights
BIG PHARMA IS A CANCER
DO YOU NEED ANOTHER ANSWER
PILLS ARE JUST AN ANCHOR
THEY’LL SEND YOU TO A CHAMBER
© Delia Ross. 2019
Another death, big pharm to blame, I’M ANGRY!!!!!
Your voice takes me to planets unknown to me
Emotions are an endless sea
Give me more to stay floating
I need all of your energy
Like a sun on fire it’s burning
I spin and keep yearning
Set my spirit free
© Delia Ross. 2019
Flying through endless space
Captured by the truth of his grace
And like a moon I hold to his embrace
He must be Earth, gravity is his face
Spinning like lovers in a dance
Energy keeps us locked in trance
Was it fate or did it happen by chance
Love is greater than the wide expanse
© Delia Ross. 2019
There he is my light shining through
Just knowing he is there brightens my whole view
And so I toss the curtains wide and give a smile or two
I’m sending all my love down the wire straight to you
© Delia Ross. 2019
Dear Alex, thanks for not being scared of my darkness or love. ✌️
It floods in like a tsunami, the anger
Red flags appear, and I’m calling danger
Don’t come at me like I am a stranger
Fighting enemies helps tame our nature
© Delia Ross. 2019
I SEE THROUGH YOU, DIFFICULT NOT TO FEEL A LITTLE BIT DISAPPOINTED AND PASSED OVER
I live with my third eye open
Maybe a down ending was what you were hoping
But here I am now barely coping
And my love for you just keeps on flowing
© Delia Ross. 2019
I lost it all when I found him;
My sense, my mind, my reality
I found it all when he was seen;
My fears, my sorrow, my whim
Lost and found in his briny sea;
Though I’ll never learn to swim
© Delia Ross. 2019
Love will keep you alive
Sin will keep you chained under a lie
Until you die, until you die
But love will help you both survive
And so I try, I still try
Despite the tears he always makes me cry
© Delia Ross. 2019
The things they do to get a like
I don’t understand why hers is a better write
I’ve seen underneath and she is a fright
What I saw below left me without sight
© Delia Ross. 2019
What is confusion?
What is space?
What is reason?
What is grace?
What is love?
What is hate?
What is trust?
What is waste?
What is life?
What is death?
What is falter?
What is step?
What is time?
What is short?
What is long?
What is sport?
What is pride?
What is regret?
What is sight?
What is connect?
What is friend?
What is stranger?
What is safe?
What is danger?
© Delia Ross. 2019
The idea originally was to answer the questions in rhyme beside the questions but then it sort of flowed out with the answers in the questions (or maybe implied between the lines). I was inspired by the micropoem I read below (hers is better)… 👇
“What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow:
What are brief? today and tomorrow:
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth:
What are deep ? the ocean and truth.” ~ Christina Rossetti
The clock of love is wound half- past too late late?
Can we turn back the clock? Like daylight saving times?
© Delia Ross. 2019
Twisted around his finger he has me wound
Like a string, pluck a note, make a sound
Up and down my neck his finger’s bound
Stretching fingers’ out ’til scales are found
Turn the volume up so cries are drowned
Make her beg for mercy where he’s crowned
Dig into her flesh a calloused frown
Teach her that there is no love around
Practice through the night ’til finger’s raw
Make her wish you never met at all
Polish over wounds until they thaw
Making sure she’s crawling down the hall
First there will be pleasure then a claw
Seeing things you’d rather never saw
Open wide fist inside your jaw
Safety here never was a law
© Delia Ross. 2019
Always pain but never pleasure
The misery goes without measure
Found his love like a buried treasure
If I were to hate him, it would be never
Underneath that makeup her life is a wreck
I watch her dance with a noose tied around his neck
It seems he’s in a hurry to bounce her check
And if I’m ever seen, I must look a tiny speck
Does he know I’m different from other girls
I’ve never even owned a set of pearls
Where is the direction his love unfurls
Put me underneath him where my spirit swirls
© Delia Ross. 2019
I try so hard to write good content
But he won’t like it
Maybe his love went missing
Maybe I never had a cent
I’m not one two or three
I’m not even his forth
I wish I had a number
But I’m never his choice
© Delia Ross. 2019
I have been all over the world but I have never been in you;
I would give it all up for an hour or two…
© Delia Ross. 2019
Wish I could take his face in my hands gently, look him in the eye, and touch his nose with my nose… and then maybe he wouldn’t stay mad at me for being stewpids. That’s how I want to say I’m sorry to you now.
His eyes are tunnels to my soul
Oh beautiful boy, one glance turned my heart to putty
The way you rush in makes me whole
Oh honey, you make my blood hurry
Like a hot fire on a frigid night
I howl and ignite
© Delia Ross. 2019
WOW, look at the monster you have become
Growing bigger but rarely numb
The hate warms me so I succumb
I grant it entry, and let it come
© Delia Ross. 2019
I saw you pull back from my life
As you were about to use your knife
And like a gentle tide
You left without goodbye
© Delia Ross. 2019
What islands must we breach, in a faraway dreamland, where the habits we keep, are safely out of reach, and the love we share, is a language we can finally comprehend?
What mystical gardens must we sow, where joy and hope is the grain that we grow, and your hand is the vine, connected to the very root of my soul?
What maps must we hunt, what fear do we uncover, that leads me to the forest where you are my lover?
What secrets do we bury, so your mask is less heavy, and my shadow will feel more like a friend not in a hurry?
What ship must I sail, on what troubles do we travail, will you follow me out of hell, can you live to tell our tale (what if I fail)?
What skin must we shed, what sorrow do we part, show me through the doors, that will lead to your heart, past the halls of the longing, through the deeds where we get our first start?
© Delia Ross. 2019
I need him so much it actually hurts…
You could give me gold, I am sure it’s what most want
But it will never satisfy, no matter what you flaunt
You can hide my eyes, but can you stop your voice
The one that’s in my head and loves without a choice
If I were to show you what is underneath my cloak
Do you think that you would like me, even when I spoke
You could send me flowers, anyone can do that
But the words that you’re writing, makes my heart so fat
You could take me places, but I’d rather be at home
The depths in your eyes are the streets I want to roam
You could play me music but what I really want to hear
Is your voice leaning in and whispering in my ear
So the things that I want isn’t much this is true
Because the only thing I want is to be alone with you
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’m not asking for much, I just want it all because you are everything and all I need (all I really want is my guitar and you) 🤓
Trying to reach him is like trying to reach a star
92 million miles away but still close enough to scar
The further the tether, the closer we are
But when it comes to his love I never reach far
The Sun never sleeps but he is missing from the night
Yet there are days when it’s best he’s out of sight
The Moon has phases where she hides from his light
But when they are united, heaven shines so bright
© Delia Ross. 2019
Eclipse of my heart…
If I were capable, I would build him a boat,
He could sail through the storms, I seem to evoke.
He could cruise through the wind, and never lose hope,
And the distance we keep, would not feel so remote.
If I were capable of obtaining perfection,
In the mirror, he would see my reflection.
If he could believe, that he made a connection,
Maybe he could see, I am trying to change my complexion.
If I were able, to shorten the distance,
A home in me, would appear into existence.
He could visit me, at this very instance,
And the safety he seeks, would never go missing.
If secrets we keep, would be less of a burden,
I would reach into where he seems to keep hurting.
I would pay with my life, to open his curtain,
And the life that he seeks, would not be uncertain.
© Delia Ross. 2019
If there is a world where I exist
Please visit
I am a rainbow just waiting to get sunkissed
Like a solar flare my moods can get explicit
But it is through destruction where life has risen
And now you give love a speed limit
And you tie a ribbon of shame around my spirit
You label yourself “critic”
Where once a safehouse requiring no picket
I’d enter, I’d rest, and my dreams were so vivid
I’d cry and I’d dance and I loved you every minute
Your love was a sticky mist
I inhaled all of it (give me a fix)
© Delia Ross. 2019
If I were a moon, he’d be an asteroid
If I were open space, he would be the void
If truth were a promise, he would be the lie
If beginnings had beginnings, he would be goodbye
If I were an ocean, he’d be the shark
If reasons had meaning, he’d tear it apart
If weather were gentle, he’d be the eye of a storm
If cold were a shoulder, his would have perfect form
© Delia Ross. 2019
Inspired by something I heard in John Wick 2… had to revisit the entire chapters after watching 3. Neo warming up for The Matrix 4. John Wick 3 is by far the best of the chapters, it just slayed. Martial arts makes me kinda sloppy wet (or maybe that’s just Keanu Reeves, KIDDING chill sheesh) 🙃🙃🙃😛
Life is so bland, so very dreary
But when I take the walls down
And I start to move around
The Moon she peers at me
As if I’m well and sound
And she offers me a different theory
Still the cold finds the cracks
And in creeps what I lack
And now it’s dark, I’ve lost the tracks
But tell me who really has your back?
Was it done for her or was it done for you
And is it something that you ever knew
Maybe you tried but you changed your view
When instead you should have changed your crew
Is it lack of discipline or are you really bad
Since depression took over she’s your only comrade
And so you tell the Moon the reasons you’re sad
And I can tell she understands a tad
Her regolith is made from fires
And you’re the only man she ever desires
And if the Moon is something you admire
It’s the same as why her love won’t expire
Some treat her like a chemical waste
And some responses were done in haste
And if it’s what you want it can be erased
It can disappear without a trace
© Delia Ross. 2019
Dear Edgar, tell me, what is it you would do?
Did your love make you a prisoner, too?
You crafted her poems and she loved you,
But that doesn’t work for me, no matter what I do.
Dear Poe, you were a cryptologist, you can solve this code?
The answer must be hidden, but the window has narrowed.
He keeps his soul hidden, where none have burrowed,
But ever since I found him, time has simply slowed.
© Delia Ross. 2019
I suppose he would die of a drunken, broken heart, naked and broke on the streets. Feels vaguely familiar…
When your ink drops my soul will splatter
Like a ripple in spacetime, you matter
You are the one my dreams look after
Where reaching you only requires a ladder
When I hear you speak the Sun rises
And my love for you comes in all sizes
Your kiss is the best of all prizes
But your eyes are the best of all horizons
© Delia Ross. 2019
That boy does something to muh. I prefer to focus on the good stuff. Even tho he hates me…
Where do you go in the dark with my heart
Words fire from my tongue like a bullet from a gun
The damage inaccessible but already done
Where do you go with my broken dreams
Do you savor the sounds of the sorrow they bring
When it comes to being hollow who is the king
Where have you gone with my voice
Give me a list of the roads I should void
You left me in rage, my tongue had no choice
© Delia Ross. 2019
Just as you are about to settle in the dark, and mount ontop of fear, he will appear, like emergency lights, to make everything alright, to build a boat from hope, it takes two to build one heart.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Winter blues
Befit me like the coolest jewels
Never come in one or twos
Never are the lows I choose
Ah, winter blues
Sorry like the gems I lose
Tender is the heart you bruise
He lost more than just a muse
During winter blues
Never knowing who is who
Change the subject, change the views
Kill the need, scramble more clues
© Delia Ross. 2019
Depression worry not
Just divide your time into slots
Write a list of don’ts
Match it with the won’ts
Give the list a plot
Tie it in a knot
Care not where I rot
Then again on second thought
Gotta find that perfect spot
And then maybe it’s worth a shot
I’m a zombie: life and death is a constant postpone
It takes all of my energy just to sit here and moan
© Delia Ross. 2019
Oh my fucking gawdddddd, how many times have you heard, “just make a list” when you are depressed? I’m going to make a list alright and shove it up their fucking ass. I can’t even make a list on how to die. My will is not up to date. I can’t even fucking decide on a way. Or a place. And then, the dog… BUT I digress, somehow, if I just start making lists on things to be done (with dying number one) then my life would be in order, and if I just let God in I wouldn’t be depressed either, so says society. But if I tell my doctors that I want to fucking kill myself, they’ll take everything from me and lock me up in a fucking rubber room. Barbaric are the practices for treating depression. So, since no one can get it fucking right, y’all get to sit back and judge me from behind your screens, and some of you will even poke and prod me and then when I bite you call me crazy and you disappear. And since society has a hard time understanding that being depressed is not the same as being fucking crazy, the death toll continues to rise and I’m trying my hardest to jump on that fucking bandwagon. But, I’m too lazy too sick to even write a list of things to get done. And I don’t think I really want to die, I just want a friend cuz isolation is cold and dark and it’s kinda scary in here and fuck you for not forgiving me for biting you when you caused me to bite in the first place. Shame on you.
I pick at my thoughts like a flower;
He loves me, he loves me not,
He loves me, maybe another hour.
© Delia Ross. 2019
There’s bad, then there’s worse
There’s luck, and there’s curse
There’s lies and there’s verse
There’s living but this just hurts
© Delia Ross. 2019
I will always love him and he knows I always will
But it will never matter as monsters cannot feel
© Delia Ross. 2019
It matters not that I am human
Or how to his darkness I can tune in
He cares not if he keeps moving
That his soul is never fluid
And his cruelness is often proven
A beautiful soul gone to ruin
He sets his hand to always losing
He lives in shadows to keep from blooming
He is primal like a druid
© Delia Ross. 2019
Speaking of druids, this is a forever mood
Father of Lies, Angel of Light, Crooked Serpent, Prince of Darkness, Satan, but you can call me Luci;
Now that you are getting to know me.
Antichrist, Beelzebub, Wicked One, there are so many,
Little Horn, King of Babylon, (I can go on), Abaddon, the Devil, the Most Unclean-
Whatever my name, there is another three.
Yet with all these names, so many will not believe
I am a carrier of light, shifting like transparency
The world is full of doubt, a goal I did achieve
It is mostly certain now, I am here to deceive
Temptation is the game, what is it that you envy?
Write out the list, I know the need
Your soul and bones, are full of greed
A buffet of sins, like gluttony
What is it that has you eyed?
How do you sleep at night while your tongue is tied?
Underneath the mask, there is so much pride,
Every word you speak, I know when you lied.
Centuries of fury, casting out your wrath
The demons are many, you haven’t done the math
If you think hell is empty, why did you choose this path?
If you think your hands are clean, from here I see a bloodbath
A sloth rampant with a taste for lust
How easy you pick them out with tongues of trust
And damnation covers your soul in a thick, wicked crust
I watch the irony rush over like a face that is flushed
To be continued!?!
© Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 7
A character drawing of Lu, I managed to squeeze in many of the names he goes by, the definition of Lu, as well as the seven deadly sins. Hope you enjoyed…
P.S. I never call Lu by his full name, I don’t know if you have ever picked up on that.
The sky shows grey
The air smells of rain
This home is absent any memory
This mind is void of all sensory
There is moon but no champagne
Cold is remorse running in his vein
There is sound but no symphony
There is love but in its infancy
There is patience but he’ll refrain
And forgiveness he might entertain
Silence is my only company
Regret now a probability
© Delia Ross. 2019
I don’t know how to say I’m sorry again
I know coming and going seems to be a trend
I really hope forgiveness isn’t a dead end
I really hope for me your hand will still extend
Like towering clouds of doom
Your absence fell over my wound
Huge swells of sorrow circle my room
I hope to hear from you again soon
© Delia Ross. 2019
I really am sorry 😵
You can change it but then nothing changes except maybe faces if you live through the ages
You can hold grudges but then nothing’s worth shutting out the love she gives when it’s mixed with your ashes
She took all that skin you hid and she turned it into crosses
She prayed for the things that you did and turned it into magic
She drew a bridge over the sorrow and a tunnel through despair to bring you a brighter tomorrow
And though you gave her wings piercing sharp edges
She cut through your night and exposed a boy who’d gone missing
She tiptoed delicately and softly into your heart
Once inside she carved her name into your soul
And it ticks like a chime
And connects to her rhyme
And she’s with you all the time
And now you dream again
And hope is a sun
And day is a chance
And tomorrow is forgiven
For what crime is living
If you can’t have her around
Are you really going to be the stone that takes her down?
How many have you thrown at her now?
Do you line her mistakes up in a formation?
When she crumbles do you feel the vibration?
Does it give you a lot of appreciation?
When she falls do you feel a better man?
She put a dream in your hand
She made you feel something again
And now you wish her to be a better friend?
© Delia Ross. 2019
I just think people’s mistakes aren’t as bad as people make them out to be. Sometimes the innocent fall. Especially when faced with burdens and dilemmas (and often revelations). But the guilty will be the first to cast the stones. History has proved this time and time again… I had things I needed off my chest. I wasn’t going to do a rhyme and then I was and then I wasn’t and that seems to be the flow of the poem. It is what it is…
Take me out to that royal blue
My eyes were always briny for you
Your words would cover my heart with your dew
And open were my eyes to the view
You drew landscapes of us in a sea of love
And navigable rivers my hands had become
And oceans of poetry that fit like a glove
And swollen were hearts on these boats that would come
My breath like wind fell choppy
Passing were rivers of doubt and nothing could stop me
High were the tides of your hope that was never rocky
Straight was the path to your heart, never winding
© Delia Ross. 2019
My heart wants what it wants. It doesn’t understand the who, the what, the when, the why, or the how. It just wants the now. I miss you.
“What time is it?” she asked hesitantly
“Time for me to pay attention to you”, he replied
“My favorite time”, she said
© Delia Ross. 2019
Why are you always hiding?
Like fragments of light
Pieces of the rainbow
Hidden in the night
Fractions of a dawning
But barely any sight
What deed left you aching?
And kept your soul from taking flight?
© Delia Ross. 2019
I wish I could fix his broken pieces…
She makes me rise like the sun
And I burn and I come
She puts the speed in my blood
She puts the rush in my flood
She puts the pulse in my thumb
She makes the sorrow go numb
Goddess of grace and equilibrium
© Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 1
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 2
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 3
A Visit From Lu Part 4
I don’t know how but it slipped my mind
And the devil’s first trick was well designed
I guess purgatory belongs to mankind
A week now has passed that I cannot rewind
He checked his watch, it must be a quarter past 3
And it’s been 2 days now he hasn’t heard from me
And for a change he turned on that dusty TV
In hopes to scramble thoughts he had been thinking
And somewhere in that tube the news was all the same
There’s chaos in the streets and the devil is to blame
There’s violence in the feed and no one feels ashamed
Repentance is for souls the devil can’t reclaim
The scientists claim that it is global warming
The bible warned God brought down the flooding
Revelations hint of a second coming
The devil bets the world thinks God is bluffing
He takes a shot of whiskey while changing the channel
The voices mumble ‘there’s nothing we can’t handle’
And now the weather is showing that flights are cancelled
But none of these things can take his mind off his angel
He checks again his computer and phone
He’s tried a hundred times her location is unknown
And he feels the worry sink into his bone
Her last message sent said she wasn’t alone
To be continued!?!
© Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 5
Oh my goodness, if you are an atheist, I am in no way trying to convert you and if you are religious this is in no way factual, it’s just fantasy. And if I can get to where I’m going with it, it’s an end of the world love story with themes of angels and devils and humans and whatever other stuffs I dream up. So far there’s at least four characters in the story, if you were to count technology as an entity (the tv voices, clocks/time, etc) and there’s a particular mood and tone and flow I am trying to keep throughout, not to mention I’m attempting this in poetry format, with some 24 lines each chapter/part (6/4). PHEW, IT’S TUFFS. (And I see people get likes on post that say nothing at all but skip giving me any praise for attempting something meaningful). We all run the same halls in hell. Whatev. If you like cool, if you don’t oh well. I still put up effort all the same. 👍✌
*It’s really scary me sharing this stuff, anything I do, I feel raw and exposed and inadequate as is, there’s always that fear of failure, that it isn’t good enough*
Take it all away, so I can’t feel
Don’t take it all away, I will never heal
You took it all away, and that wasn’t the deal
When you took it away, my heart turned to steel
© Delia Ross. 2019
In my head it’s the birth of a song
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
Laying in bed crying every night,
And I don’t understand why it’s so hard to give up the fight.
Hope is like the stars that twinkle in the sky;
So far out of reach that the hope already died.
© Delia Ross. 2019
In a world of cowards and liars
They call themselves writers
I was just a girl in a sea of “hers”
I was just his toy to see what stirs
© Delia Ross. 2019
There she is, it is death on the horizon
And follow my sorrows she will
Until the day I end
There it goes, all the light from the Sun
I was looking for love where none of it was real
I was looking for hope in any direction I could ascend
There it flows, my hope is on the run
And bring with it a fear that covers with chill
While the devil whispers softly “suicide is your friend”
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 