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


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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

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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

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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


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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.

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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

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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


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

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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

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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


Plan (freestyle rhyme)

I have a plan
If I can get it to stick
Keep missing
My own target

Maybe God’s middleman
I feel a lunatic
Roaming without land
In a panic

I give a damn
Lost without yardstick
Devil where lie began
Evil is arithmetic

I have eyes to scan
The earth they turn to scarlet
Dividing when they can
Label me a harlot

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Should I start over under a hidden identity with my face and tattoos never shown? And my opinion never disclosed? It seems I would have better odds if my mouth were closed.


John, what are you doing down there?

“I thought I was somewhere else on the map”


It’s November. John died in November. I’m grateful I can remember he was murdered.


Position (freestyle rhyming poetry)

I live somewhere
On the outskirts
You won’t find me
Where his position asserts

I’m not responding
To alarms and alerts
Even when I’m craving
All his bloody desserts

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My Secrets (poetry)

I’m lurking in his thoughts
He wants more slingshots
Warm peaches and apricots
Skeletons for his lots
My secrets in his plots


I’m into woven
I’m in a coven
But heart ain’t spoken
I’m dark not open
The lost barely coping

A map of might-have-been
John took my hope when
He crawled to omen
I’m on my own then
And heart still swollen


I’m not your mother
But I reckon I am
Everything including the damned
Mary Magdalene


My holiday stash
Includes one broken soul
Built over sinkhole
Let the dice roll


Conversation ended.
Connection can’t get through.
Highway recommended.
I am over you.


Bruised from head-to-toe
Distance from moon to shadow


As above
So below
Looking through
My window

HELL OPEN 24 HOURS


You’re like three different people
All with varying degrees of evil
You made freedom illegal
You will never be God’s equal


He’s demented
Must be denied
Always tormented
Author of genocide


“Maybe I will call”
Means you never will at all
Minds change
And numbers fall


You have to face death and hell
Before you find paradise


They’re not freckles
They’re radiation burns
Oh look my skin has turned

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Postscript

All my special items I ordered from Shein have shipped! 🙂 I really do love the quality of the material and items I buy! Got some more limited edition stuff from ROMWE that will not be restocked. Plus special XMAS eye candy treats 🎄

Got 2 sunshades coming for my Jeep. My God I discovered the woven pot hangers and they are gorgeous and well priced. So future home makeover stuff will continue, I need real plants on my wall. Maybe start with 1 or 2 and see how I do. Plants purify the air and the good spiders will have a new home. Please stop destroying everything. Animals would evolve and live longer if science and man wasn’t involved to tax us to death and destroy everything natural and organic that God made. I’m sick of BIOENGINEERED foods, GMO, “natural flavor” (it’s made in a lab by scientists who are putting it in EVERYTHING – IT AIN’T VEGAN)

Last night I uploaded some stuff in my story – the paid one – and I received a big tip! That’s cool. Thank you! 🙂

I’m trying new thangs!

I write and make all my content fresh, thanks for allowing me to live and express myself.


The dead-nosed reindeer (poetry)

The dead-nosed reindeer
Will change the atmosphere
From cheer to fear
Instant in a light-year

The cynical snowman
Like an evil program
Hate will last a lifespan
Sin his piping plan

Dead to me
Like your Christmas tree
Presents for devotee
Rotting disbelief

Doomed dessert
Black your soul convert
I’ve seen them at work
Make you hurt the worst

Goddess of gloom
Now in the room
I come with doom
Prophecy assumed

Hollow pumpkin shell
Endless souls in hell
Can’t help myself
Hate is heartfelt

War of the roses
Love decomposes
Lies is where his nose is
Overcast is ghosted

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Location (freestyle poetry)

My location is
The light from chandeliers
Knelt down
The thorns around your crown


Need the heavy glow of moonlight
The deep trails of twilight
Your words gives me appetite
Open wounds for sacrifice
Redemption on the dark side



His expression was burning like a sun
I wondered what had I done
Sundown soon
Turns out –
I’m just someone!?!

Hello Unicorn


Spooky tales
And wishing wells
Parables in parallels
Devil sleeps
In nine hotels


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


It’s Halloween y’all. I bought skates. I’m glowing. Another heirloom, so hope they fit.

Conversations with Millennials be like:

“Have you ever hung out at a Mall”

“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GENX AT ALL?” 🫢

I beat Mortal Kombat on a quarter with a line of people waiting and watching me at the arcade with SubZero against GORO

My mom was a bitch but I beat the game on a quarter.

No easy task.

END OF.


Hopeless (poetry)

Black were the colors
The rain came down in clusters
Like the sky was broken
A black hole formed open

Kneeling on all regret
Footing he’d soon forget
Black roses bleeding
Felt the moon was grieving

Wind blew brunette
Deep pain in his chest
Never saw her cheerleading
No hope proceeding

Hell fell upwards
Hell gained a new monster
The moment potent
Her body hopeless

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Happy Halloween 🎃

I’ll get more content posted soon.


Demigod (freestyle poetry) *NSFW- soft nudity*

You want divine spark?
Required: one dark heart
Break it apart;
Destroy the patriarch!


He wants the benefits without putting in the work
I’ll give it my all and still get rated the worst

I’m top of your list?
But you’re never around?
Cuz life it must persist?
Or hell will keep you down?

But where do I exist?
The lesson is too profound?
The truth I must have missed?
But who is safe and sound?

He fucking mimics
Everything I do
Wandering avenue
My biggest critic

He fucking limits
The destiny we construe
My sin his residue
Cuz sin’s an epidemic

Closest by a distance
No wall to break through
No sunlight where we grew
We’re outta minutes

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

P.S.

I got a new lace veil today at Spirit Halloween but would you know they were out of their infamous bleeding candles here and at every store nearby! Sold out! So wasn’t able to score another pair, nor will they have any at the huge after Halloween blowout sales lol

New lace comb veil (because she kept poison in the comb and this is a black comb lace veil) MINE

I got a military discount today and will likely sneak back and see what the vultures left behind for the huge blowout sale

Box of tricks from Spirit Halloween 😈

But I still have one candle unburned and one that I just lit for a set that is still more than half (and now they feel even more special for the set I’ll use them since I wasn’t able to score any replacements this season. Boo)

Sometimes I score tee-shirts (plain but black or green or some other color but 100% cotton or near)

New lunchbox from Spirit Halloween

I really wanna save my dough for Dolls Kill and Shein – see what I can grab there this time – got my trick or treat shopping in early tho at Spirit – and with that military discount – but dammnit if they didn’t have the ONE THING I WANTED and really no point in going back but I know I will 👻

I do like grabbing the journals and the home stuff at discounted prices and I did score a really cool lunchbox that includes a poem 🎃

I can use it when I take my walks to the beach and park or travel wherever OR as a keepsake box or to store my gun in 🙃

It’s practical and my first real lunchbox since a kid that doesn’t look like I’m going to work or a hike. But remember when lunchboxes would have really cool things inside them (kind of like vinyl records).

😈

Oh and I got a new skull for the bookshelf 💀

And my military discount paid for those decals but I don’t know if I can use them in any of the photo sets on onlyfans because we’re not allowed to use blood, or say the word blood, or bleeding, so I don’t know if I can have bloody handprints even though they’re decals 💀

I can use them to decorate my Jeep tho or a wall or put it on forever furniture – I DON’T KNOW

I HORDE THINGS LIKE A SQUIRREL

I WAS INVITED TO A HALLOWEEN EVENT THAT INCLUDES PRIZES AND A SMALL MEAL

I RSVPD

I HOPE I GO 🎃

(Please go)

(I’ll let you know if I go)

(Free food even if I win nothing I won a free meal and I wanna get invited to the bigger Jeep events on beachside on Main Street when ONLY JEEPS ARE ALLOWED TO DRIVE ON IT

I’m trying to be a positive part of my community

My little Jeep is old and it could win a free part but I’m not decorating it but if I go – I could go in a costume, maybe I might win something for it or myself, but still free small meal) (networking)

(It requires communication and I’m an introvert so I probably won’t go)

Or go but not leave my ride 👻

Also more writing and stuff to come

My poetry is so fresh it normally comes with mistakes (no editor). ☠️

Yo. I mean, I have more content coming. But I make everything hot. 🤪

I don’t use a poem generator.

I don’t have a husband who could be my poem generator (like David Gilmour and his wife write lyrics together, I don’t have that)

But y’all inspire me

So I’m still here

Trying to get better

In how I hold myself

In how I present myself

On with the show…


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Dear John (poetry)

I don’t know how
To get out of this trap
There’s nowhere to plow
Unmarked territory on our map

But you’re my guidestone
The provisions you provide
I want you on my backbone
Like heaven is on my side

Did mother earth loosen its grip?
When upon heaven you did slide?
We’re in a fellowship?
There is no divide?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m dropping Halloween sets on my OnlyFans. Some people like my poetry and photography and that keeps me going.

I like exploring who I am this way.

The safety of the veil.

Fun fact: I’m actually an extremely skilled combat medic.

Trained to kill and to heal.

Dangerous combo ⚠️

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psst… he’s down here with me, he’s here, and he still wants out. He doesn’t try to stop me.

“I want out”

“I hate this cave”

“My legs hurt”

“Why did you put me here”

I’m still fighting for my life but I got a toilet

“I talk to dead people”


Science (freestyle poetry)

Maybe once I was a giant
Roaming destiny
But now thanks to science
We’re too compliant
With low equity

Self-portrait from 5 minutes ago

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Happy Boo season. You can’t burn me at the stake anymore. 😈


Everybody having sex secretly and the divorce rate is 100% or something and like I got zero marriages under my belt cuz I’m not 20 anymore

💀

If he had the one thing he wanted he’d be so bored with it because I am a little bit of everything he wants

But he can’t have 🤪

He says maybe he’ll call which means he won’t

*leaps from bridge with broom* 👻


I’m folding (poetry)

I’m folding
Guess heart is delicate
Space dimension
Satan is malevolent
Wrapped up in King
Wildcard is element
I am Queen
And God can handle it
Angel on my wing


Me and the neighbors decided to get along
But we don’t know for how long
With gifts received
And gifts have gone


I want to destroy the very bridge you build to cross my land
Fences and shrapnel
Won’t keep you out at all
Won’t fall to command
Don’t care where I stand
Don’t care if you’re banned


He’s the weight of the universe
On my mind
A string to wind
A snake twirling on the vine
A crack in time


Nine meals from anarchy
9 miles to the sea
Cross of calvary
Hold line faithfully


Loose nails
Mixed messages
Maps without haphazardness
Excuse my negligence
Trapped up to my neck
Hell is a wreck


She always carried poison in one of her hair combs
Got suicide in her bones
Same chromosomes
Suffer from the same syndromes
Know I ain’t John Jones


We’re trapped at the event horizon
11 dimensions and rising
A hologram reflection of me crying
Every moment we’re climbing
A carbon copy barely surviving


He said I’m a sexy witch
My spell has a perfect pitch
But he is living under bridge
And I love him just a smidge


He tells me things
I don’t want to know
HE TELLS ME EVERYTHING THOUGH
Expression cold
And I’m left to fold

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


The new suicidal is becoming so isolated you don’t have a postal code

Death or suicide

Still trying to decide


Luck and Fortune (poetry)

I can’t fall in love with things I don’t like
Some dogs makes you want to end your life

Luck and fortune
I want an option
Hope found at auction?
I burn every doctrine
Feet keep marching
I’m cursing often
Earth will be my coffin
Chasing after nothing

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I made spicy pasta today. And still munching on the oatmeal protein balls. I’ll share more homemade recipes soon + poetry + photography.

Thanks for checking out my blog. Photo from today.


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WE MUST NOT LET THEM LEAVE (poetry I think)

THOSE IN POWER ONLY CARE ABOUT GREED

WE MUST NOT LET THEM LEAVE

SCIENCE REBELLION!!! IT’S VERY COMPELLING!

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I JUST WOKE UP AND STOLE THE IMAGES FROM TIKTOK AND TURNED THE IDEA INTO A POEM. NEW TREND. SUE ME. The creator is in the poem.

GODDESS

I’ve been praying for answers though on what to do, on how to take down the elite and all these goddamn mushrooms keep popping up all around this lake and now this very clear information came through to me and this is something that we all can hold them back from

LEAVING EARTH

(We can’t go anyway but we can absolutely stop them)

WE CAN STOP THEM 😈😈😈😈

Also – I firmly believe that we dropped a giant bomb on Mars and we’ve been cloning for a long time

There is now evidence coming out that a bomb was dropped on Mars – (they’ll say an Asteroid ☄️)

They keep spraying poison over all the flowers on the road and now they want us to pay for them to plant flowers that they killed

And I did

The enemy is sitting rich on his throne while he fucking poisons my food air and water

WE CAN STOP THEM

I WANT BIG BOI ON MY TEAM

I’ll be lingering near the safe zone of the beach when the shit hits the fan

But it won’t matter if I have an old working jeep or are new working jeep, I can’t outrun the Lord!!!

I would like a floaty device tho

Jesus: you get one question go:

Me: how to save a barnacle? How to save the world? 😌

Right now the message imcoming is: WE CANNOT LET THEM LEAVE

Ready to sell my TV and destroy the elite

If you let your children use virtual reality gaming you are ruining their brain and if you use it for porn you are ruining your brain – you’re not supposed to have that much dopamine being released and it’s literally destroying the fabric of your identity and CELLS

Advertising is just as intrusive

That’s why sometimes you want to cry after an ad

ADVERTISING IS CONDITIONING AND MOST ADS LIE!!!!!!! THE GOVERNMENT IS OUR ENEMY NOW IN EVERY CAPACITY OF THE WORD – THERE IS NO HIDING THE EVIL NOW

THEIR ACTIONS DON’T MATCH THEIR WORDS


Barricaded (micrpoetry)

404 not found
I guess he’s not around
The sin’s compound
I am earthbound!


PROBLEM LOADING CONTENT
STOP CHASING AFTER CEMENT
THE DANGER SIGN WON’T PREVENT
STOP GOING PLACES THEY WENT

✋🛑✋

Comments on this post have been limited
Blocking near imminent
Barricaded
He claims he’s jaded
Guess we over played it
Black ain’t faded


MESSAGE LOUD BUT STILL NOT CLEAR


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

People playing Pop Block huh 🤔

I’ll crash the party even without an invitation 🤪

A fence is there for me to jump 🤨

So. The love of my life called. We talked about the theory of everything for 11 hrs. and then some.

We don’t want to share separate bedrooms in a marriage

Honeymoon phase shall continue til the end of my days and respawn and love him again

I confessed I loved him in my twenties

We ain’t never even kissed

Not on earth yet anyway…

And I’m doing everything I can to fix my gut/immune system

I’m scared of people but want to learn to exist in the same room as him

I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM

Also, the Poe tat has relevance in that “deep in earth my love is lying”

Yep

He my fucking existence earth sign and all

And I do weep for him

I FUCKING DO

We have each other’s phone numbers and addresses now so the ghosting needs to fucking stop

He gonna need a restraining order to keep me away 🤪

He gonna need 2 or three 🤪

(Shame about the lady who just had her head dismembered from a psychopath she had 3 restraining orders from. Welp. He cut her head off – in front of the kids – 😑)

It’s the end of the world but he’s finally calling

WRITE HIM THE LETTER EVEN IF IT TAKES TWENTY YEARS FOR THE RETURN

We met when he was 19 turning 20

He 36…. 🤤

WANT FOREVER STILL AND ALWAYS

He make all the atoms orbit

ALL


A little poem, a little photography

I’ve broken into too many pieces to collect
And sin he is buried up to his neck

A demon ran past his curfew
Patience is a virtue
Hard work is what I do
Truth is taboo

I misinterpret perception
The book of hope is deception
Misguided direction
Waiting for insurrection

I know I’m headstrong
I read the data wrong
Hang head low on throne
“144” on the headstone

I’m tired of the overrule
Narcissism
How they always ridicule

The banks block the poor from spending hard money earned
Well if you transfer this or transfer that
They’ll track every move you got
And God forbid you have extra dough
You’ll be met with a spending limit yah know!!!

Conditioning the future daddy 🤨

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Raw + edited photos on the new OnlyFans! I’m still on the leaderboard! 🥰

I dropped a new set last night and I am utilizing the “Story and Hightlight” features as I got/still get penalized a lot by Mark Zuckerberg and at least now I have a safety zone to do drops!

I have lost so much weight from detoxing and my little skirt is a medium and I clearly need a size small now (which is fine) but I was panicked and freaking out because I wanted my hair down and I didn’t do my pigtails and blah blah blah – I can always find a reason why the set could have been better but I received my first tip 🤩

So I stopped beating myself up

I’m getting a rebound session in soon but I want my morning coffee first today

Yep

I drink water all freaking day and all night, let me have a fucking coffee OK, I’m 5 pounds, I’m gonna have a fucking coffee before I work out

I know that sounds different from what people do but I’m doing things different down here in this timeline

I’m so annoyed that somewhere in the world right now the year is seven years back and I want to jump into that fucking timeline and have a baby

My clock is ticking and I keep asking it to chill the fuck out but it is in overdrive 🤪

I don’t want anyone hurting any children

But I started my period at 13 and I should’ve been allowed to get married by 15 and have 12 babies with my husband the way my grandmother did with hers

Immigration absolutely has been a Trojan horse and I’m fucking horny, deal with it

I’m not out there doing anything to disrespect my potential future husband though and if he’s worried about me stripping to pay my bills or to keep a roof over my head, then he’s too vanilla for me

As far as I’m concerned, the OF is as good as therapy

I get to express my art and not get penalized by the dictatorship out there

They did steal 20% of my tip tho 😑

I AM SO GRATEFUL I GOT A TIP AT ALL

But there will probably be a poem in the future about how the establishment is stealing the tip money of its hard workers

AND I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHY EDGAR ALL POE DIED

HE NEEDED TO DEBUG

Like apparently the entire population

I already got a load of dishes washing

About to get a coffee going

RELAX

REBOUND

REPEAT

I’m anxious for my LED bike lights to arrive so I’ll probably pump up the tires and make sure everything’s good to go

THE SUMMER HEAT IS NOT GONE

But early morning and late evening bike rides are about to start

You definitely need lights riding in the city and bright colors sometimes isn’t even enough because I’ve been out several times in bright colors and still have almost been ran over several times with one person coming back to acknowledge it and saying “that was really close”

And I was just like “it was my turn” 😑

I’m gonna try leaving the lions den again

It ain’t safe in any capacity

Which is why I am actively boxing and packing mostly the entire rest of my house and trying to get the master bedroom, closet, and bathroom together, so at least have a little apartment area to not go mad

GILLED AND WITH TEETH. PHOTO BY ME FROM THIS VERY AM. 🤨

A DISH SERVED COLD 🤨

DANGER SHROOMS POTENTIALLY BEWARE (all photography by @poeeternal)

Thank you so much for supporting my content or reading my blog or just being a positive influence in my life overall because I know that I’m toxic and I’m working on that

BUT WHAT ARE THEY PHOTOGRAPHY BY @poeeternal

That ain’t no chicken of the forest. And what do vegans say of eating these parasites? 🤨

THE UNIVERSE IS TELLING ME HOW TO DESTROY THE ELITE FYI

Danger candy everywhere

EVERYWHERE

WHAT ELSE DOES THE MAP MEAN? 🧐


The Dark (micropoetry)

I’m asymmetrical
But science is unethical


The dark brings on the stars
My favorite part
You influence heart
No love like ours


Dearly departed
Come to me uncharted
Temple of discarded


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dropped some spicy stuff – on the OF storyboard- that would most definitely get me banned elsewhere –

A few photos already got some hearts so I can breathe 🤪

👇

https://onlyfans.com/poeeternal_sensual

Hearts are better than penalties (and for the mental health too)

I need a snug bug

Or giant body pillow 🤪


Fragments (poetry)

There are only fragments of where you once were
I can draw a line from you to her
These walls have shadows of your terms
A plea of prayer or concerns


Pretty bias exists
Like a blade around your wrist


I tell the Devil all my moves
I know that he will lose

I tell him all my plans
Across lightyears they span

I tell him all my secrets
He stores them in a sequence

All my hopes and grievance
Killing off my demons


He’s punishing me because the need is great
I can feel the world like a weight
But there’s a boulder in place –
I can’t participate!


Red light, green light
Was there, not here
No bye
Everybody has a price


I’ve prayed for all their deaths
I prayed –
With every single breath

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

NOT A STOCK PHOTO by @poeeternal

Post script (trigger warning potentially!?!)

The baby daddy DEAD

The big sister DEAD

Prayed for all of them and there’s more on that list🙏

YOU BLEED ENOUGH AND THEN THE BLEEDING STOPS

You won’t get my forgiveness

I’m not here for that

Also! Thank you for the belated birthday moneyz! 🥰

There’s such a warm feeling inside knowing I’m shopping for soup thangs soon

Also, I’m giving Walmart pickup a try. It’s free on orders of $35 or more

I’ll let them shop for my groceries again. Only this time I will drive to pick them up. They bring it to your car.

I won’t have to deal with the COVID crowds or mask up with a partial working lung (the left lung is doing better and I’m taking deeper breaths now, hopefully not the death call)

I may do a sunrise livestream from the beach this weekend on my TikTok

There’s a lot of negative dark energy here in the city, I’d like to avoid

I JUST WANNA BE HOME

It’s the worst place I’ve ever lived but for now it’s the only place I want to be

I’ve been moving my furniture around in my bedroom though and now I have a new view

I’m searching for a decent mattress topper because I’m sick of sleeping on wires

I think I may have finally found one without all the bs

They only have 2 inches but it’s decently priced and it’s gotta be better than sleeping on these fucking wires

I wanted 6 inches and the 3 inch egg shell + 3 inch memory foam but they don’t exist anymore

They keep trying to push the products with infusion in it which will dry out eventually and make your bed crack and I don’t want to sleep with chemicals

Anyhoo

I think I settled on that one and it’ll be decided on next payday

I may take a peek inside the actual Walmart but I can’t stand going inside that place lol

CROWDS

UGG

GROSS

I’m nearly ready to start sleeping on my floor tho

The bed I’m sleeping on was donated by the church cuz my stupid ass went homeless briefly during the government furloughs and hiring freezes

I love that I studied so long in college for a job just for the government to stop us from working and give all of our jobs away to the immigrants

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🇺🇸

MADE IN CHINA INDIA MEXICO

(Native American slave)

But the black Americans want me to pay financial repercations for propaganda crimes I never committed (nor my bloodline)

GET IN THE FUCKING SEA

I will go AWOL if you don’t stop taxing me

NASA IS A FRAUD!!!!!!!

WE CAN’T LEAVE EARTH!!!

I’m hungry thus hangry but not so much cuz the cart is getting full soon and the free pick up makes me less anxious to shop myself

I never worked at Walmart but damn that would’ve been a much better job to have been picking out other peoples groceries, taking it to the car, or even delivering it to them, that sounds like a fantastic way to spend eight hours instead of just standing there scanning shit nonstop without a break

In England, they sit down on the job to scan your groceries…

I fucking hate it here (in America)

THE GREAT SLAVERY

THE GREAT WALL OF DECEIT

THE GREAT PYRAMID SCHEME

I think I may have a Bible here or two that might be worth putting on eBay

I’m kinda having difficulties accessing my account tho

And I’m fairly certain I locked myself out of my Facebook on purpose

So Mark Zuckerberg will be selling my data permanently forever without my permission

Same thing is going on with my Etsy…

I’m done with this fucking establishment

They shouldn’t be allowed to update their policies and add stuff like that and automatically have it selected yes for you

BUT THEY DO

Also, I’ve started receiving mail from spectrum again and when I called they said it was automation so the rainforest has been cut down for fucking spam in my mailbox that I don’t want every goddamn day or any day!!!

THE ONLY ESCAPE IS GOING AWOL / GETTING A PLOT OF LAND WITH MY OWN COMS

Luckily, I know a Soldier or two an expert in communication

LUCKS

They will come when I call…

When I went homeless, some of the officers I shared a foxhole with was offering for me and my pets to come stay…

I did not go but alas I was homeless in 2017 for 4 months

Still climbing out of that financial hole

I lost my entire Thrift savings (retirement) + regular savings just staying afloat

Should have cut the cord sooner

Thank fuck I got discharged before the entire “you must vaccinate or get kicked out dishonorably” bullshit occurred

Stay strong y’all

I didn’t have a husband or family to fall back on

My head is still kind of a mess from everything especially getting a vaccine injury but I’m in deep therapy trying to recover mentally physically everything

Appreciate y’all so much

I want my own little bit of land so I can start helping others and pay it forward

My mortgage payment would be way less than my annual rent increases

“Yeah but you have to do everything yourself”

Oh thank fuck, I don’t think I can handle hearing the Mexicans blow the leaves around the goddamn parking lot any longer

READY TO JUMP FROM THAT BRIDGE OR GO AWOL

(I’m going to use the birthday money to get groceries so thank you)


Psst I’m not racist. I’m tired of the policies being changed to benefit other countries while America becomes a third world country

I’m allowed to complain about the country I fought for

Even though the fighting was all bullshit too


Rotten Fruit (poetry)

Rotten fruit falls by itself
If you’re compelled
Don’t bid farewell


Could you drop good news with the bad?
Could you learn happy just means sad?
Could you leave but still come back?
Or are you ever planning that?


There he goes again
Slamming the door!
And I still don’t know
What we’re fighting for!


Where did your will come from?
Was it bought from the sun?
What will you become?
Is your will firm?


John,

You should have kept your head in the book
You should have took a second look
You should have chose a different route
You should have crossed a bigger chute


I know I’m not what you need
That’s why you keep walking away
I know I’m not what you bleed
That’s why you have nothing to say


Been down a ways
Get little praise
Been down always
Been down always


I made a mess
Of these prison walls
Out of order
The sad owner
Of these pitfalls


I am the still of the lake
With underwater currents circling
The whirlpool in your eye full of hate
Forgiveness won’t be surfacing
No mercy at the break


Why does weight cause gravity?
Like my love for you
You will disappear
But I am stuck like glue?


Last seen
Smoking on the Bayou
Got the deep blues
Gonna cut loose


Restarted just to leave,
Alive just to grieve,
Got what you need?
Stop bailing on me!


If I could do it all again
I’d let you be my influence
Blood to pen
Influent


Jesus: didn’t you say he left your bed?

Yes.

Jesus: and he won’t share a slice of his bread?

*feather tremble 👀


He slams the door
He makes an entrance
He begs for more
He is relentless

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