Drinking down the bottle 2 more shots should hide my mistakes His heart is like a fossil And I doubt it ever aches Picking up the throttle Will drink as long as it takes This pain it feels so awful I'd like to be one he appreciates © Delia Ross. 2019
Captive
A poem for Valentine's Day
These Lessons Again And Again These Lessons
These lessons, these lessons, these lessons
Epitaph
And there upon my epitaph shall say, "died in the womb", for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb. © Delia Ross. 2019
Words
I travel by poetry- Words are my train; I go many places, inside my own brain. © Delia Ross. 2019
Kintsugi for the Soul
There's always been something about you, that when I look at you, my soul just glitters; Gold energy that seals my wounds and puts me on display, at shops in LA Kintsugi for the soul A broken soul with golden tear trails It must look like a lightning bug on a warm Summer's day Every…
My Son Part 1: The Promise
WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.
Purgatory
© Delia Ross. 2010
Severed Connections
Always alone, what else do we know? We have grown accustomed to loom Universally we stand connected By lines to each other's doom How erroneous to accept The progress of dreaming, The TV is on, my computer is streaming All the world is aglow... © Delia Ross. 2010
A Chapter Yet Filled
Who here desire that love be all one needs? Surely, I say not for me. Though love proves a clever disguise, Love does not make one wise. It preys upon the weak The mere beauty only, For purity it speaks. And I a blossom yet to bloom, This cold entraps and seals my wounds. I…
Seconds to Love
He is not the bird in a cage He is not the burn, or the flame He is not the bird falling from the sky He has not the look of abandonment in his eye He is not doubt, he is not the plague He is not boredom nor is he rage There is a…
PoeEternal 