Déjà vu (poetry)

I feel him mourning
Like thick moss growing on vine

He’s always yearning
The way I twirl around on pine


You got a returning subscriber!
Just kidding! He’s a liar!


I need oxygen but it’s corrosive
I need love but he’s explosive
Got me losing focus
Maybe his main motive


He doesn’t know how hard my heart is
I was born of darkness
Somewhere from the darkest
Never bow regardless


I want to distract him from morning
The way I’m overturning
Darkness is for learning
I bid you fair warning

Hanging with the dead and crying
An angel’s only trying
But oh ye faith I’m eying
And I know when you are lying


I think he’s Polyamorous
I know I couldn’t handle it


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m a cub and never a cougar xo

I woke up to my second supporter! And a lovely message!!! So very grateful, thank you!

Postscript 👇

In my past life I have been in open relationships and handled it just fine

But I’m completely possessive over the love of my life

I can feel my stomach churning with the thought

No kneel

WTF

You better be paying for my housing so I can hump all over your existence

You should be taking my OnlyFans photos and saying, “no babe, that’s your money, buy yourself something nice”

When I bring you money to pay the bills, you should be like, “baby, I’m taking care of you”

STEP UP

Be my K-I-N-G and I’ll be your Queen and submit

Pff you have some magical powers going unused that you know you can’t get anywhere but from ME

And vice versa

We got our own Great Filter upon us

I had to jump here first cuz that’s what it took

I HATE being OLDER than you

MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN

YOU HAVE ONE JOB


New account! New set dropped! 👉 👇 https://onlyfans.com/poeeternal_sensual


Flew (poetry)

There were times I flew in like a tree hammering a window in a winter storm

The wind so loud you couldn’t hear the glass shattering

I called to him and he ran over transgressions like they were wounds

Now they are gone

Buried like the dead


I can’t give you something I never learned
Forgiveness…
And if walking away is what you do, it’ll never be earned

New photo of @poeeternal

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Postscript 👇

I got folks fleeing left and right but I also received a nice message from someone who said they’d be a future subscriber on my new OF

Plus, I got my first subscriber when I was off sleeping

And so that’s inspiring and worth focusing on instead

They say they like looking at pictures of me 😌

I like making them for y’all

I don’t like digging through the web for stock photos

I took Drama in school and college

Not to mention I have a nut addiction and my detox medication isn’t cheap

I’ve never been able to dress like a girl lol

It’s always been military uniforms and boys tees

I like getting to explore who I am through words and photography

I’m glad I have an audience

I prefer a small crowd

It’s more intimate


Am I You (poetry)

Am I fractal
Crawling backward
Up a hill

Are you crackle
Like lightning
From a spear

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you to everyone who made my birthday special this year xo

Happy Birthday Me

The Vegan nail polish x 2, the vegan power snacks, the gift cards, the messages, the voicemail too

No word from my creators who birthed me

I IZ ORPHAN FROM NOW ON

THE FOLKS ARE DEAD

LIKE JIM MORRISON SAID OF HIS FOLKS

SAME

And I made white cake with egg whites, coconut milk, and coconut oil and it’s good

There was no poison in the cake

I don’t feel bad about baking my own cake

I’ve got a little coconut milk left and plan to make a wild blueberry coconut milkshake soon

There are birthday treats involved

And goods coming from Dolls Kill & Shein

There is no crying involved

I survived another period and year around the sun

I can’t tell you how incredibly painful it is to shed versions of yourself

And still not know if you’re alive

Like, what sort of fucked up gravy train am I on

I think consciousness simply evolved from awareness

I don’t even know if I’m real

Let me fire up this thing


Risk

He risked it all for that if
He risked it all for her kiss
He risked it all at that cliff
He risked it all and did not miss

He did not miss…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m sorry they left out details on an updated map not showing risk or location where 2 others had been stuck – and took hours to rescue

I’m sorry that management thought it best to remove features on a map – instead of blocking off entrance and stating instead that anyone with common sense would know “dusty” means “don’t go” “not well traveled” (victim blaming)

I’m sorry you thought you were somewhere you weren’t

And that the dangers and risks weren’t disclosed

“Why did you put me here…?”

Could you imagine if my last mission was a suicidal attempt to come get your bones

Last we saw of her was outside the cave location of John Jones, we think she went inside….

200 years later: bones of John Jones found in mysterious location with the remains of missing….

What’s even stranger is the position they were found in….

*cue the fairytales the establishment dish out as fact*

And thus a new religion was born

Hail whoever the fuck I become in the future

I mean, I do wanna go get his bones tho

*leaves suicide note near dug up entrance / and a black backpack*

CHECKMATE FUTURE ME

*doesn’t die*

*turns 44*

I was screaming for John recently tho – silently from my soul

He came up and was like, “you’re screaming like I’m in Utah..”

Cuz he haz jokes 😌


P.S. if you don’t know who or what I’m talking about, only the greatest tragedy in my living history. An angel was crucified upside down by a demon – who later received a bonus and likely a promotion for “heroic efforts”.

I want to throw up 🤢

His body was left there with over 100 rescue personnel on the clock.

Our tax dollars hard at work.

His bones are still in that cave and one day I’m gonna go get em’…

He hates that fucking cave…

There are things that had happened down there that Michael Leavitt says “will never be disclosed” and I’m gonna make him disclose them…

The patience and the craft of a warrior gone rogue

30 years time

This ain’t Minority Report

Although a kid did get arrested for making a threat during a video game

My PS4 has been factory reset and is in the STUFF TO BE SOLD AT THE PAWN box

The content is propaganda and subliminal messaging

I’m trying to get through to you

Espionage everywhere

But what do you see

Also – PayPal has listed someone as a contact who once donated to me anonymously

I found out about the anonymous donor – or rather who it was – about six months or so later – in an end-of-the-year PayPal statement

Fucking fantastic

The goddamn glitches in this timeline

The anomalies

And now Instagram tells people “followed by so-in-so”

There is no privacy here

My TV hasn’t been turned on in weeks

I wanna turn into one of them vets who live in the country with their own radio coms

Telephone? We ain’t got one of them here. You gotta drive into town…

I made it to 44, thanks to John Jones

I don’t know if I’m gonna get out alive, but he’s down here with me

And those electrical jolts to my heart was him repairing the damage big pharma caused when I injected myself twice with that deadly poison

I was barely alive, hanging on by a thread

I’m spitting less in a cup but I’m still spitting in a cup

I keep hearing people say they’re catching Covid and I can’t catch Covid, my immune system has been compromised from the death jab and heart inflammation and people are now dropping dead by that adult death syndrome which I’m at risk of

I need to be quarantined

I need to be that girl in a bubble

I wanted to have photos for you today

But then that 7 day treatment is taxing on the liver, this detox I’m doing – coupled with me starting my period with the full moon like clock work

I’m spent…

But I made it to 44!!!!

I’ve lived 43 years!!!

Now it ain’t easy

My sister died in January at age 45

She didn’t make it to 46

And I’ve been saying since I was a little kid that I wouldn’t live past 50 so I have that weighing on me

I’ve been saying since I was about 12 years old that Leo’s have heart and feet problems so I predicted my own fucking death

I’m paying better attention to the red flags now I hope

And when I feel myself falling into a violent dark rage – I’m gonna paint my nails instead and play dress up or ride my bike or bake a delicious meal

That’s the intention anyway

I’m still in intensive therapy and putting in the work…

I’m starting this new detox regime soon

And then probably the liver cleanse

And some of the other formulas he has

Vegetarian too from what I’ve seen

It’s less expensive than dying or treatments from Big Pharma which nearly all include toxic poisons – yellow/red/blue dyes

These nurses and doctors don’t give a fuck about you

They think the NDA they made you sign trumps their oath

IT DON’T

Take revenge in the courtroom and not on the street (or self-destruct)

Stay woke

P.S.S. America is a corporation where its occupants are owned by communistic China – who holds hands with the Russian mafia – who is the Illuminati – and keeps you distracted with porn, religion, politics, Hollywood, propaganda and subliminal messaging

TikTok says I’m a threat

Instagram says I’m a threat

You better know it


Wildfire (mini poems)

I love him for awhile
Drop bombs and act hostile
I’ll love him for a mile
Send invite then exile


Narcissism is a plague
Wildfire like my rage
Your flag is acting vague
Say what you mean to say


I’m sorting everything I have
Every single thing I own
Been logging too much weight
I’m never feeling home

Been crawling with my skeleton
I’m getting out of prone
I’m turning on the lights
I’m heading for unknown


I’m tired of washing clothes
I hate to wear
I’m tired of open roads
Of just despair


The aftermath apparent
Like an errant animal
It’s so overbearing
The way deep space
Won’t stop starring
Or acting like
He’s not caring


118 pounds
Can barely afford a smile
He goes by too many nouns
Won’t you feed me at the fairgrounds?
I might put on a frown
A tear for the clown
Wearing a hospital gown
Starving little cloud


He knows my birthday without a doubt
I just haven’t figured it out


You kneel
I heal
That was the deal


We have to make order out of chaos
Forget about the hard loss
Betrayal is a hard bust
We never quite will adjust


I’m going through metamorphosis
I gave no notice
Guess I’ll change my coordinates
I am the cold porcelain


Dear John,
I’m still spitting in a cup
But I haven’t given up
Lost my way and now I’m stuck
Guess I haven’t any luck


Re: Mark Zuckerberg
Someone silence that puppet
Put a bullet in his nugget
Don’t ask, Don’t tell who done it


Label created
Clouds must be elated
Happy belated
Words I never stated
Love’s overrated


Eventually you get tired of –
The papers piling up
Evidence of –
I never gave a fuck


He’s always causing so much ruckus
I’m losing focus
Gave my two week notice
He’s close to homeless


I’ve got decades of mail unopened
Obviously I’m barely coping?


I’ve been lost in my own shadow
Falling down every hole


How long will the bears live?

God: 100 years

How long will the humans live?

God: 100 years

What color will the bears be?

God: brown/black/white

What color will the humans be?

God: brown/black/white

I REST MY CASE

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Homemade vegan veggie stew and cornbread

I’M SO GLAD YOU WON’T EAT FROM MY KITCHEN. MORE FOR MEEEEE


Write (poetry)

I notice when he’s gone
Even though clouds are glowing moonlight
But in the breeze my thoughts are blown
I haven’t even words to write

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

No filter. No makeup. Hardly any bathing suit 🤪

Next Friday I turn 44. Potentially. Still putting up the good fight even though I’ve shriveled away to 118 pounds.

All fleshy stuffs.

No Botox/plastic/fillers

Just a whole lot of gravity and mess softness

Teardrops 😌

I just picked up this little triangle bikini top from the thrift today – and also recently learned that this style first originated in the 40s.


Warmth (poetry)

I know how much you like the warmth
Crisp morning air circling

I see your light
It’s the same as water sparkling

Pale moonlight
Blood and roses

Our poetry
Going through osmosis

Severed wings
The way God approaches

He won’t kneel for me
I’m beyond explosive

The frothy sea
I love him helplessly

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m still organizing the clutter inside my soul and beyond…

I’m a vampyre. Got the elite blood from the elder Gods. Authentic. They can’t corrupt my DNA. 🤨

The Devil tried to kill me and I slept the fucking year to heal. Doing warrior thangs. Reverting back to what the Army taught me. And sometimes wounded warriors need a long time to heal cuz they get the worse wounds in battle.

I told you I was marching around the trenches and now I done got myself stuck. 

I’ve been praying for answers, some of them I answered myself.

I’ve been disassociating for years. Maybe decades.

The evidence clearly shows.

My new self motto: “I don’t know how we got here, let’s just fix it.”

And when you start fixing holes in your ship, more will appear.

Don’t panic.

Find a way to plug the hole and abandon dreams if you must.

I know. Hang on. 

The waves will be harder…

Don’t jump from the cliff.

Don’t give up.


If you’d like to support this blog or my poetry, I’m on Patreon! Thank you for inspiring me! ❤️

Thanks for giving this old gal a chance.

Other places to spot me: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


It Mattered (poetry)

It mattered while it mattered
Stuck upside down
Soul still shattered
Saw smile for frown
Then all light scattered
Fell down our crown
When hope was battered

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you for the gorgeous vegan nail polish from my Amazon wishlist! It arrived yesterday (Sunday evening)! I’m grateful! This stuff doesn’t have any bad chemicals in it to disrupt my precious hormones going full throttle! The mindfulness shouldn’t poison me! Appreciate! 👍

I’m jumping on the Patreon wagon! Thank you for considering to support me!

But also… 👀

I started a new OnlyFans – it just now got approved, I’m terrible with secrets, that’s why I’m telling you


Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Count (mini poems)

She told me on the phone
You weren’t doing good
Felt good to my bone
You suck at motherhood


I don’t know how we let it get this bad but we did
We’ve been in fight or flight mode since a kid


Do you count the times I visit?
You and the Devil in business?
God as my witness
I’ve been acquitted

Love don’t match the physics
The rock is livid
Are you good at listening?
Do you think it’s christening?

Do you even miss me?
Feel the hatred crippling?
The hours wasting
The Devil is your painting


Weapons and fingernail polish
Gifts for a goddess?


There’s a river flowing through the ocean
That’s where I’m going
Omnidirectional
I’m never chosen


What am I supposed to do father
Sit around and watch in haste
I watch the whole world spinning
While their soul goes to waste


Murder attached to bad management
Let’s call it “an accident”
Near the tomb inscribed “very tragic”
John Jones would claim it


I’m pretty good at bad decisions
There is faith but no ambition
The mirror’s not what I envision
I wear a cloth but hate religion
I’m making friends but not with wisdom
Prayer feels like only wishing


I’m still pulling his hair from my creases
He’s still putting together his thesis
Wrapped up in all of me
Until all life ceases


I’m cleaning out my closet
I’ve got monsters on the run
The walls they’ve got my claws in
Digging for the sun


Hit the high ground
Don’t want you around
But wait don’t go
Guess you can leave slow
I don’t want you here
But you mustn’t leave the show


Taking pride in my belongings
Put a reign on the longing


Homes should come with manuals
Basic do’s and don’ts – we’re animals

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Circa August 2021

Heyyyyy it’s almost my birthday!! 🥳

Woo hoo! I’ve got stuffs in my Amazon wishlist!

The big ticket items you can scroll past. That’s like a what if lottery ticket. The little items are just as important to me.

My therapist says painting my nails and self-care is good mindfulness practices.

So far, since starting my list, weapons and vegan fingernail polish have been gifted to me. Thank you for the gifts! 🤩

So very grateful for your support out there! For keeping me safe, fed, and in a happy place.

It lifts my spirits.

The birthday falls on August 19th. I am a Leo baby. Fire sign.

Leader of all the signs of course. 😌


Spots the establishment punish me: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Hawk (poetry)

I watch him like a hawk
He invades every thought
But when it comes to making moves –
He’s got me in deadlock
So I can’t lose?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

When there is nowhere left to go, go further in. Still that wasn’t the case for John Jones…

His map purposely left out dangerous details where others had been stuck before – and took several hours of rescue

Management said “if they were smart enough they’d know not to crawl where it was dusty” instead of putting up no crossing lines & updating the map to remove the danger zones where six months prior a rescue took place (management took it off the map completely and updated the map to remove those areas – SMART)

John Jones: I’m lost – I’m not where I thought I was

SAME BRO

I LOVE YOU

THE MAP – THE MANAGEMENT – IT NEARLY BROKE ME

DON’T BE SURPRISED IF THE STREET I WIND UP ON IS YOURS

FOUND IN A FOXHOLE NEAR YOUR FEET

God owed you a favor huh

And you used your magic powers on me

Your holistic heart approach from the heavens

Or purgatory cuz I live between realms now

The devil tried to murder me but that motherfucker didn’t succeed

He imprinted on me and now I know where he hides

You may have me in the holding cell cuz you played out all your moves and you know how this ends

I walked into this trap “free will” and you think karma won’t find you

Well hello

I’m in your lap

I’m keeping my soul

Down into the Great void you go

Ever drifting into endless purgatory

When did you lose your soul?

Do you know the moment it cost you?

I’m gonna meet you at every crossroad and burn the bridge

The Great Doom

I’m coming for you…

Her name is Apophis

You can’t leave earth or visit the moon

But please PROVE ME WRONG

The moon landings were rehearsed

With a sci-fi director

LOL

I never voted for any of this shit

I hated it here before I was born

I was trying to commit suicide on the playground at age 5

LOL

I’m gonna add some rope to the wishlist…

You can’t get a thick booty being a vegan/vegetarian or eating cheese & the Bible you worship says eating chicken is okay & you spend money on whores who have a thick booty so which is it? You need to evolve to be around other creatures with different bodily needs. How can you fuck children but then say it’s unethical to eat from my kitchen? You’re the definition of hypocrite and I fucking love it. Are you completely incapable of seeing yourself in the mirror, is that why you stare so long? Asking for a friend….

Hell (poetry)

Things I keep unpacking
I’m moving or I’m not
Got love stored in a box
Hell is a paradox
Just like my life then
I’m alive but not a lot


Finalized my living will and directives
Burning every bridge I know
I’ve got objectives
YOU ARE UNRECEPTIVE


I’m dead inside
So there won’t be a spark
If that is what you are after
Then you shouldn’t kill the laughter


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Yes you can live in my closet and eat pizza from a box

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Breadcrumbs (poetry)

I transcribed your dream
The message read: BE STILL
But there could be a landslide
On this hill
Careful where you’re putting
Down your gear
And maybe ground your fear
Just be still
You need courage
The end is near

I love you.


I’m living in a parallel universe
Four simultaneously
The search for purpose
Only finding curses
Weathering leather
And bloodied verses
Unholy wishing
Gaslighting nurses
Controlling lightning
I come through circuit
Rarely truly surface
Far reaching
Angelic
Though sun a furnace
The Devil’s hand is sternness
I’m too damn earnest


Homeostasis
The racist call me racist
His poetry as an oasis
I’m running out of patience


Invite only
I’m growing lonely


They’re planning an invasion
The Asians


It’s like he’s pushing me to the edge
So he can follow suit
And if I leap from the ledge
It’s something he’ll pursue


Dating is like trying to find the least damaged item at the thrift store


“Problem loading content”
Not sure where hope went
He’s rarely present
These halls are haunted

My hair is 1000% homegrown from my skull yah know… (I’d let you be the keeper of my bones)

I need less resistance
But I keep pushing the distance
Confusing the algorithm
Changing logistics

And he’s persistent
Budding appearance
Creating division
Swollen and twisted


How to not fall into a pit –
I haven’t learned it


There’s a spider living near me
He keeps building webs
And though I’m surely cleaning
He knows my habits well (true story)


Every mirror is haunted with my reflection


I’m suffocating
Crawling through your mines
120 meters inside
30 feet below a deadline


How to create healthy boundaries instead of building walls?
How to find stillness instead of crawling down the halls?

He’s sabotage
Removes my camouflage

One second applause
Then next dislodge

Knows just what I want
His hand will taunt


I got your message
Unintentionally
I felt your presence
Was it meant for me?


Earth will become hell
I’m holding the seventh seal
All of heaven will fall silent
I’m not here to heal


My closet is full of dead dreams
The drawers filled with hurting
The handles broke and dirty
I’m over 40….


I was born with an extra vertebrae
I got the death jab
They altered my DNA
Feel I can close hell’s gateway
The more they order
The less I obey
People dropping dead
Next month is my birthday
Some call me evil
God I won’t betray


He’s running circles
Watching me evolve
Climbing crimson skies
He knows how hard I fall


Fall down seven times
Get up eight
I’m morally bankrupt
With a penny on my plate


It’s like I’m crawling into a sinking ship, and he’s dying to come with…? 👀


Sometimes he leaves me breadcrumbs of where he’s been
Maybe kisses of magic
Maybe stitching in havoc
I’m here idling

I’m looking at star trails
And I’m burning all my matches
Leaving webs for what he catches
Or a map leading to more spells?


John is down here with me
I talk to him like he’s living


These guys out there buying fake diamonds
And truth is like silence


Have you found the secret book?
It’s a world of deceit
Well I’ve ripped your pages
Feel incomplete for what I took


13 months of 28 days

With an added day of resurrection

13 constellations

Hesitating every direction

365 days of lost conception

SEPT equals seven
OCT falls on eight
Allow me to elaborate

NOV enduring nine
DEC is ten
JAN means eleven
Your eyes look just like heaven
FEB is twelve
I know you’d love me if you didn’t serve yourself
MAR ends with thirteen
April is for birthing! (the starting one)
Now count them up
April is the first month
We’re living a different time

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Circa April 2021

APRIL IS THE FIRST MONTH, THE CALENDAR IS 13 – feel free to check the star charts – the sky – whatever you want – 13 constellations – tell the Devil he’s losing time – he’s not getting mine 😈

The truth don’t lie – Neo open your eyes

SEPT MEANS SEVEN NOT MOTHERFUCKING NINE 👍👍

13 x 28 = 365 (you’re welcome) (don’t forget the plus one to grow on – resurrection)

LEVEL UP ASCENSION GOD MODE ON (humbly and universally) (you die in the Matrix, you die for real for real) (have fun)

The source wants you to win

I DON’T WANT TO DROP DEAD – CHANNELING

Open up Pandora’s box ✅

Peer through the Looking Glass ✅

Visit earth and learn to be a lightbringer

Learn compassion

Learn forgiveness

Give more love than you receive ✅


Might go dark again: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Fixed (poetry)

It broke my heart
Then fixed my vision
I’m deconstructing
With loose precision

No color chart
Mouth found derision
My soul eructing
Opposing decision

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

So change is hard. Reprogramming requires commitment. Daily sacrifice. Stopping negative thoughts. Mindfulness. You gotta climb after that shit like Mount Everest. YOU GOTTA WANT IT.

“But I like being sinister”. You’ve never tried anything else. And that’s the Devil talking. You should be put down. Like a homeless pet. Or an animal with the taste for human blood.

You shouldn’t be allowed to wander the streets of a “civilized society”. 🙄

Personally, I’m under development currently.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

I want to learn to exist with another when the time comes.

I also need a class on organization or for somebody to help me but I am still trying to figure it all out.

Windows open. Fresh air. Detoxing on Apple Cider Vinegar and Black Walnut & Wormwood DAILY

I MADE IT THROUGH ANOTHER NIGHT

I’M GOING TO TRY TO MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY

I don’t have any design skills

I move furniture and things around from one spot to another

There’s got to be some better order

I hang things up with thumb tacks

Curtain’s are a foreign concept

I’ll eat food cold from the can 😑

Some people are rich and eat from pizza boxes while judging from their empty thrones

Meanwhile, spirits hang with me in the foxholes

I talk to the dead

I HAVE BETTER RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE DEAD 💀

I WANT TO BE HUMAN

*In therapy*

That’s what my welcome mat should say… 🤪

Self-portrait circa 2020

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


The Devil Acts a Friend (micropoem)

Sometimes God destroys things out of anger
Like my love for you that would linger
Because love won’t set you free tied to an anchor
The devil acts a friend though he’s a stranger

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The next person that boasts they’ve reached Christ consciousness, I’m going to ask them to show me their fucking crucifixion scars

If they fail to comply, I’m going to crucify them UPSIDE DOWN

PART VAMPYRE

I got the elite blood

One of the rarest and eldest in existence

I’m not an organ donor, never will be 👀

You can’t have any parts alive or dead

FUCK OFF

These motherfuckers can’t even live without their Fitbits

Fallen Angel technology

YOU NEED TO DEBUG

UNPLUG

YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

Espionage is everywhere

Byeeee

P.S. stop calling this CIVILIZATION when porn breeds MONSTERS

It’s gaslighting

And guys are so egotistical and think we want the dick so bad that we’ll slave for them cooking, cleaning, raising children, working all day and night, while they make minimal effort but maximum stress

The divorce rate ever increasing

It ain’t looking good over here

Men don’t understand why I’m single and never married

Uhm PORN

I want a partner when I’m ready

Not a manchild

You won’t eat at my kitchen but God is fucking burning down monuments for me so fuck you

I WILL CRUCIFY YOU UPSIDE DOWN

Spit on me again you fucking cunt


Pebbles (freestyle poetry)

Because I know
I’ll cross the threshold
And when gravity
Tips its scales
All eternity will fall

And heaven
Will gently
Fumble at your
Footsteps

The way pebbles
Form smooth edges
Over time

My dreams
Are baptized
By your words

Like prayers whispered
Into passing clouds
On sunless days

I am tiptoeing death
Leaving pieces of me
In only places you will find

There is grand justice
In knowing
Only you will crawl the distance

Might my heart
Be dust and ash
But love lieth here

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dying and just want to matter how ever briefly…

His existence is a breathing apparatus

He exists, therefore I am

Self-portrait

Flame (poetry)

I’m in descent
I’m candescent
I’m flame and hemp
Is love exempt?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The void 😩

Thank you so much for the sweet donation that I received over the weekend

I’m trying to center, I’m trying to find my calm in all this

Any activity causes my heart to hurt

Especially getting angry

I’m still sorting through the mental and financial collapse

Folks don’t realize I lost my entire retirement savings – and regular savings.

Years and years of retirement savings gone

So the immigrants could have my job

The cops here say, “it’s federal, nothing we can do”

DICTATORSHIP

Trust me, I’m well known as “red flagged” to the establishment

They know I’ve moved over into the homicidal territory

Armed and dangerous and you’re still not gonna take my right to buy a weapon or to hold one or to fire one

Do you remember when they tried to outlaw alcohol and that law completely failed – yeah try to do that with our guns China – go for it – try to do it, try to take our guns from us, try it, try to put it on paper that we can’t even buy a gun and see what happens, go for it – try it, I dare you! I triple fucking dare you!!

This whole fucking thing is going to collapse if they don’t get off my dick

😇

Pro life tip: You should never tip before you are served

This whole generation of TIP ME NOW AND BEFORE I’VE DONE MY JOB IS BULLSHITE

I hate these fucking policies

And do you know how much effort it is taking me to get my account and data deleted from the Chipotle app? It’s insane!

I’ll never download another app for anything

It should not be this hard to delete yourself from the web

JESUS CHRIST SAVE ME NOW

Has anyone ever unscrambled it? Is it like an anagram for the Devil?

That book of lies

6000 years of gaslighting and dictatorship

I’m DONE

I want to sell my TV and get a DUMB phone.

The problem is, if you get a home line, the only calls you will get are from politicians and the cops wanting money from you because it’s all a fucking scam. And you can’t opt out

Just like we can’t opt out our private home addresses from receiving spam mail for junk food and that is why the Amazon rainforest is being cut down

Immigration is a Trojan horse

When do we save Mother Earth and ourselves

Oh but you have your porn!!!!!!

Porn has rotted your heart and brain!

In other news, I got my printer set up in my master bedroom now. I guess dying makes it harder to manage a household. But whatev.

The black ink is out, but I got the new driver installed on my MacBook so that was a feat in itself. My laptop is aware of the printer and vice versa.

I also have plenty of professional paper to print on, once I sort out the black ink.

I’ve been pulling rare collectibles and other items I plan to list on the eBay – it’s like having an online garage sale.

I have some cool stuff that belong in the hands of someone who will use it. It’s extremely hard for me to part with, but I have bigger goals now tho.

Like being a land owner 👍

Learning how to grow & harvest food

I’m sick of advertising and TV!!!!

I rarely play games

I’m not into entertainment anymore

There’s too much propaganda and busy busy going on

I just want to chill

What the narcissist think is “boring”, is actually just peace

It’s serenity

They don’t want us anywhere near it

It’s poke prod poke prod tee hee I don’t have a fucking soul

“I was joking”

*rolls eyes

It ain’t the disabled vets causing all this disruption and corruption tho

I know y’all like to blame us and pick on us tho…

I also know white people are blamed for the worlds problems – propaganda 101

If u white, u hated for your skin

And then they force us to live next to one another, packing us in like cattle

Watching the slaughter unfold

The immigrants don’t even have to work hard at stealing our country…


A Strong Rope (micropoetry)

The authoritarian left
I feel oppressed
Can we coalesce
Sleep? Fight? Protest?
I loved you best


Hit send
Unsend
Again

Is there a black hole
That you recommend?

Would you toss me in?


A STRONG ROPE
TO KILL HOPE


Please don’t place me
On your pedestal
It’s not that I’m unethical

Hell wears the skin
Of a gentle human
But I don’t know where I’m going


I don’t want to mix
Personal with fantasy
You only give 10 degrees


I mourn for worlds inside
The future
It’s not paradise
Chained to man’s device


It’s not a relationship
But a one street road
Concrete ceilings
And a heart that’s cold


His solitude is more comfortable
Porn is more preferable
Sin’s so fast he’s a convertible
Therefore love is terminal


Deleted him from contact
I guess there’s no looking back


Quench if it’s life or limb
Sentience equals prison

But don’t give in…


Stop functioning
With old programming
Unplug and finally see


Micro within the macro
Follow the arrow
Sin crossing shadow
You’re not the hero


He’s got angel wings as a hammock
I’m swinging from spaces between the heavens
It’s quite the dynamic


In the Age of Enlightenment
There is no excitement
In this Great Divide
There’s no where to hide


She was found in a drainage ditch
With the ignition switch


Some monsters have hidden doors and agendas
They have blackened out windows & tempers


I had gills
During development
I’m swimming still

I grew lungs
And a tail
That look reptilian –

That’s what it takes in hell


I live in a shadow realm
A third dimension
Where words he’ll mention
Won’t give me attention


I tapped into the ether
On the seashore of death
Tap dancing over heart attack
A virus or a creature
I need a preacher!


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

UGG. I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m not but I am.

Still detoxing. Still having chest pains. Still emo as fuck. Still up and down with my sister dying a few months ago. Try having your blood sister die while you’re in the middle of a fall out with your entire family so you will never find closure.

Men treat me like a sex object

I’ve never had a father/husband/brother figure

But I’ve had many proposals, “you’ll never have to work again…”

As if, cleaning and cooking isn’t work

Or raising a child, managing a household

As if taking care of a man isn’t a job

“Women got it easy”

And worse, if they think you are pretty, they think everything was handed to you on a silver platter, because beauty bias exists

Furthermore, men don’t want a friendship with me, they want sex. If they aren’t getting sex, they’re good as ghost.

“But I like you too much to be friends”

Can’t even have one male friend…

🖕


Isolation (poetry) *trigger warning*

Hello.

I’m in the isolation zone

Quarantined to hell below

Thought you couldn’t reach me though

There’s still climbing to go

Stop.

Can’t you see where the dust divides

There’s too much distance between you and I

I’d rather commit suicide

Wave goodbye

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m okay. Crying a lot. Expected.

I’m safe. Here. Mostly. To an extinct.

A bridge is a walk away.

The Grand Finale awaits.

Will I even know?

ROBOTS ARE NOT SENTIENT

It’s only hell because we’ve been in a 6000-year-old worldwide prison system based on that BOOK

And that same establishment continues to tweak its policies until you’ll believe they are the creator of you, with your OOOH AHHHH Fitbits

They use gaslighting, lovebombing, triangulation to control

With politicians, actors, influencers, teachers, preachers, cops

It’s disgusting

“But if you work hard you can own a home”

That was the Great Lie the Boomer generation sold

Then Ghosted an entire fucking generation after we’ve been the most dedicated, the most hard working, and ORIGINAL

And we watch all the younger generation’s steal our fucking content and give us no credit – and the Boomers reward them with free housing or financial assistance

The rest of us are out here winging it, living on the fucking streets, in our campers, eating one meal a day, so we can buy some fucking land before it’s too late…

Starting communities

I don’t want 5G or anywhere around it

It’s a cancer

Fuck this New Age digital world, I don’t want any part of this future

Where I don’t even have freedom of speech or my art protected

These men preyed and preyed and preyed sexually upon my best friend who died by suicide and she was 13

I’ll never recover

Her birthday was May 1

She died April 7, 1993 (just shy of her 14th birthday)

357 magnum to the head

Lost the last letter she wrote me

But there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her and if I had pictures of her I wouldn’t have them stored away like everybody else who wants to forget her

And Miley Ray Cyrus sounds just like her but Miley Ray Cyrus wasn’t born but we did get to meet her dad together Billy Ray Cyrus so that was pretty fun

Mems.

There’s a picture of them floating around somewhere, not online or anything

We met lots of bands together

Pre cellphone days

I can barely even prove that she existed, there’s just this hole in my gut

They preyed upon me too baby girl

This world is too much

You were so brave

Braver than me

I wish I had your courage to die

The Judge knew I was suicidal in 2018 and wouldn’t even talk to me until I took a few breaths

She said in front of the entire courtroom that I looked like I was about to jump from the bridge behind me

Also, I had a weapon upon arrival that I didn’t know – when trying to enter – and the cop repeated the question 3 times – I laughed – “wait, do I have one?” and I did. A little mini nail file thingy that I got in the mail by the Wounded Warrior project lol

So before I could even go into the courtroom I had to walk my little mini knife all the way back to my vehicle… and then return

And by the time I made it to the Judge – good lord the humility of being sued

By the end of the session we had the entire courtroom laughing, me and the Judge..

She directly explained to me how they could get my money tho… which is untouchable

Like if I wanted to buy a plane ticket right now and just fly somewhere, the government could be like oh no oh no you you fucking owe us some money come here bitch we’re going to take your plane flight

But it must suck for the men who want to prey on me and take my money because I can get married and divorced and they can’t touch it

You can’t touch what I earned but they can keep raising my rent and the food costs… FYI

The suicide rate continues to increase among military and Veterans

Somebody recently sent me 20 bucks and I bought me some medicinals 👍

I know this isn’t my best work, I just woke up crying and I decided to put it into a poem so I just freestyle got this off my chest…

I’m okay 👍👍

Saddest girl in the world (squared)

Side note: I’m making right with my creditors and it was only for a little bit. But they can’t directly dock my check.

They can keep raising the rent though huh


Here (poem & chatter)

He came
When I called your name
He appeared
When in the mirror
You were here

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s all coming full circle now 👀

Having chest pains + a cup of coffee chocolate cream (vessel constrictor) (caffeine)

Apparently my blog is blowing up and it makes me scared when it blows up when I’m ranting about sensitive topics.

I love you no matter your color

But I’m casting demons back to hell

So ask yourself, are you behaving like a human or a demon?

You can’t even see your own reflection, can you? 👀

Is that why the narcissist stares at himself in that photo? I can’t remember the artist but you know the one. He’s pointing to himself.

Y’all I fell deeper in the rabbit hole

I swear John is down here with me and he’s been fixing my heart

I’m still detoxing every single day and today I managed a small bike ride – but the humidity makes it too hard on me

I’m dying and I can’t contend with the elements

I do really do believe all the weather manipulation going on in Dubai is fucking up the United States

That’s part of the rabbit hole but not the sinister stuff I’m meditating on pulling from the ether

He doesn’t want me to love you (or write you poems)

That’s not the rabbit hole either

I’m not discussing that now

That’ll be in another upcoming late night or early morning rant

If I could learn to segregate my blog from poetry/rants/photography that’d be great

And a contact form

One day I’ll have some spare pennies to make a new website happen

Have all my little ducks in a row

I think that’s the only reason I delete my rants is because I don’t want it to interfere with my poetry but I still need a place where I can express myself and have free speech and the Internet should include free speech

I’ve never denied I wasn’t EMO or dealing with suicidal tendencies and that I use my blog for therapeutic purposes

It’s just – my personality turns people off – they don’t see the writing ✍️

I’m grateful for the tribe I do have – and your patience with me in blogging

Cuz I suck at it

Like die naked on the street insane – kind of suck

I was dark and depressed when I came out of my mom’s evil womb

Her husband/my daddy was fucking me but she swears I am the devil

VICTIM BLAMING

CHRISTIAN HYPOCRITE

Dieeeeeeeeee

I’m trying to find compassion I’m trying to find compassion I’m trying to find compassion

“Why am I upside down”

“Why did you put me here…”

SAME

The things I think about doing to both of them 👀

Find yer zen babe

I gotta go

I gotta detox the Devil outta me

I love these!! 😍

I am so grateful for your visits and chatting with me!

I’m extremely grateful for your compassion towards me when I don’t have it myself

I’m learning to be more compassionate towards all things

It’s not normally immediate

I don’t know what I’m doing out here, that’s why I’m in therapy and practicing mindfulness

I know it takes a lot longer to dispel negative thoughts than it does positive ones and it takes a lot longer to recharge your body

The sun is great for recharging between sunrise and sunset

When I get the Jeep back up and running, I will be back on TikTok going live at the park and at the beach for the sunrise 👍

But people are murdering each other in the streets here

I’m gonna start going live to read my poetry and stuff and I’m terrified to do it but since I’m terrified to leave my house and I’m trying to practice mindfulness and some of y’all have stated you miss me going live, I’m gonna try to do this

My gorgeous microphone from the XMAS holiday still has not been unpacked 🤪

I definitely don’t look my best dying but I want to do my nails and my pigtails and maybe I’ll start off simple and just record a fucking video because I do have 10 minutes now to play around with…

The microphone will be unveiled soon!!!

THINGS WORTH LIVING FOR

poetry & free speech 🎤


Undiscovered (poetry)

Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.

Undiscovered 👈👈👈

Sometimes I can write decently… I rarely re-share my own works because I haven’t took a break or stopped writing or fell on writer’s block

But I should re-visit my writings and get them on TikTok so TikTok can threaten to remove all my content and keep me on a low vibrational frequency like all these other apps do… 

It’s a re-post, so if you want to read the poem, you gotta click that little hyperlink above ✌️

Also, I’m sorry for my terrible behavior in the blogging community, I was full of fucking big Pharma and suicidal

Now I’m dying young and homicidal and suicidal

But I’m working closely with my therapist 👀


Death is the answer (poetry)

Complicated lessons for a demigod
Good or evil
I know you are
Push my button
You did it far
All forgiven
It’s not that broad

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Me: so if I like jump from a building I’m gonna die

Them: you die in the real world, you die in the Matrix

Me: so death is the answer to the question of life

DUH 🙄

Do you know what it’s like to be shot up with the Mark of the beast, nearly dying over and over, crawling around in the dark, and God saving your life

DO YOU

You don’t know what superpowers are growing inside

You don’t get to flag me and put me on a funny farm oh no

“She died doing what she loved”

Yeah, fighting for humanity and God

I’m gonna die in battle

I’m gonna burn it all down

*sips coffee*

But God got me on bedrest

I smell the enemy everywhere and I’ve gone insane

Long long gone insane

I know these dwellings well

Just ask Edgar, he’s here all the time

The streets are cracked with his lines

If there’s an alien invasion or a second coming, the establishment are behind it so you need to settle fucking down goddamn

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one awake

A living nightmare

And I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t get into the things that once would sustain me

I can’t stand the propaganda!!!!!

I’m hyper-focused on land & my own T3 arsenal

Not to go crazy homicidal

To prepare for an alien invasion or second coming

Insert whatever propaganda you want

For me it’s just humans without morals or ethics, possibly even clones

And no, I would not kill my clones, I’d free myself

This establishment should be very scared of who I’m capable of becoming

The Great Becoming

If only I could get off bedrest…

Warriors need an incredible amount of nurturing and soul care when healing from such wounds of transgression

Big Pharma went after my mind (through the VA system and advertising)

The Devil went after my heart and lungs

(anyone else experiencing WordPress crashes, effing espionage)

Be careful with your diets

People are dropping dead

They have weakened us

Our government has been compromised

You don’t need a piece of paper to govern you

You know what’s right and wrong

People are starving and having difficulty accessing food for various reasons

There are different forms of love

Everything is suffering and needs compassion and light

It’s okay to protect your energy from the darkness

Many are lost

It’s not our job to save them

Don’t let the devil through your door

Tell him to get the fuck out if he gets inside

He must obey commands!

Words are spells

Spelling

English is the language of the Illuminati and the Devil

One language, one currency, one government, one world order

JUST SAY NO to the uprising

I’m sorry if you have lost your children, pray for them!

Many of these demons know that they lost already and they know that you have light and energy and they want to take you down with them!!!

I lost my sister to the singularity

I’ve dropped many family and friends!

I’m sorry!

I’m trying to live life as clean and naturally as I can

Entertainment is junk! It’s all sexualized garbage!!!

Wake up!!! Stop supporting this insanity!

I wanna see the rich cry 😭

They don’t know suffering!!!!!!

Stay in the light!

I have to get ready for my video connect doctors appointment so I need to go now!!

Working closely with my doctors to get better!

xx

Revelation 5:11 (poetry)

10,000 times 10,000
Plus many thousands

Seraphim’s and cherubim’s
God has more than dozens

One third fell with lightning
I know I’m never happy

102 million angels in existence
We often change appearance

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

When a demon tries to have a conversation with an angel about the future or the second coming – race division is already here – there are only 2 races in this timeline – human or demon.

Welp, and the fallen (the Devil & his minions)

And God’s warriors

Cuz not all are bad

Jesus would share a meal with me and a fucking bed 👀

God don’t even need an invitation 👀

They can come on in 👀

I hope you’re aware that the book was written by the devils in charge and it’s very satanic and you should stop worshiping it and giving it your money

Anyhoo it’s 2:23 AM

I’m writing poetry when folks are sleeping or committing sins

I’m still having chest pains but making other health improvements

My doctor is sending health teams to me since I can’t get to them

Not making up my fucking disabilities

People are dropping dead with Myocarditis

I gots it

God has been saving my life

It’s been a long recovery

I was in tremendous pain and in very dark times

The devil was the only visitor

I cried so much

People were calling me a liar when I was telling them I got injured by the vaccine

The Government began censoring me from speaking out

I started getting penalized and threats about having my social media accounts removed

I’m ready to sell my phone and TV

But God says I’m a messenger

And I still swear John Jones has played a hand in this

And healing my heart

Miracles do happen cuz something big saved my life

People are dropping dead like flies

I’m sleeping in the lion’s den

I don’t live in fear but I got to get my anger issues under control before I have a heart attack

I do fear everything tho 👀

“Are you still homicidal” they asked

I laughed and swallowed and “what”

“Oh no”

(I do tell lies) 🚩


I hope he knows (poetry)

I swear,
There’s a ghost in my machine!
Even chaos has routine
I hope he knows how much he means
Perhaps the haunting there is me
These halls are called a labyrinthine
I think we’re both lost equally

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The darkness makes my heart hurt so I’m going back to nurturing and self-care/isolation

I’m in hell 😩

I don’t know how to communicate with Demons and Demons don’t respect boundaries

The Wall (songwriting)

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dropping content on my TikTok again! Maybe not what you want but tough-tiddy!

It feels good to be climbing out of the bed after one year down – to start fitness walking and biking again.

And I’ve been getting in over 2 mile walks – which is standard Army PT.

Google maps show a 1 mile walk at 45 minutes and I’m coming in at nearly 2.5 miles in about an hour. In the Florida heat. And sometimes stopping in what shade you find. 🤪

I need a mileage tracker for the bike, and a better way to film than shoving the handsfree down my bosom. 😎

But that keeps both hands on the wheel. 👍

It’s extremely dangerous riding out here. I’ve been nearly wiped out twice in just a week. I’m not exaggerating.

I know you wanna see the city stuff, that’s a bit further out, and even more dangerous.

I’m just now crawling outta my bed.

My doctor still has me on light duty-walking only.

I’m still detoxing 3 times a day, now with the maximum dose allowed. I’m using Black Walnut Wormwood & Apple Cider Vinegar. I’m on a strict diet routine change. I cold cut quit (nearly) the sugar and junk food.

I’m exhausted and climbing Mount Everest every day. I cannot heel.

Appreciate all the good support on my blog and channels! Thank you kindly!

Photo by @poeeternal

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Time Changes Shape (freestyle poetry)

Time changes shape when I am near him
The sky absolute and whole
Bathing in his blue lagoon

He’s a telescope looking on me
Separating me into spectral components

Heaven answered when he prayed
The way the sun rises with pink not grey

He is casting starlight in his pocket
His steps are oblong –
Leaving trails of sucked honeydew

He gives wind the courage to blow
And does it not lift up where you falter?
You are a kite in the wind

I am chasing after you
Time is layered on my skin
You’re in every line

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Poem & photo from today


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Rising Rent (freestyle poetry)

His poetry is alcoves and passages
Backroads and damages
Wet clay
Lost messages
Disdain
Bad management
A red flag
Labeled “accident”
Atomic bomb
He’s inadequate
And the reason
For our rising rent

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Easy rhyme huh. I blame you for everything too.

I think I want another white coffee

And sleeps

It’s so nurturing

Stuff like socks and coffee

Hot baths

Sylvia Plath was right

If only she’d believed it…

But reality took down Chris Cornell and many others

I’m just barely hanging on myself

I want to be a better human person thang

Happy Friday

Does anyone wanna come help install a car part?

Please say no so that I’m closer to finding the courage to play mechanic and do it myself

I’m going back on the bedrest…

More poetry coming as long as I am breathing


Your coordinates (poetry)

I’m Misses Stupid
Confess my love direct to Cupid

Turn down the music
Or block me just like you did

Guess I’m exclusive
For that, you are muted saluted


I know your coordinates to be AR-Lp 36
It’s no secret

Like the center of the void
You crossed meekness

You’re 700 million light-years from destiny
A cosmic desert floating

Aren’t you the darkness that shaped my scorn
Hated you before I was born


You must be full and hollow
The way the moon will stare
You must be drinking wallow
The way that you don’t care

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


How much more cleaning until the Devil’s gone?

The backlog (mini poems)

It hurts
Coming into
And out of
Existence

Survival of the fittest

Loving and hating
In an instance

Constraints
And passive resistance

I knew you’d listen
Sit and solemnly glisten
You ain’t a Christian

The Devil
He’s always got an ear
Curious what I’m doing here

Losing
But so persistent

I ain’t his assistant

Says dying’s a privilege
Though takes a village


I found it torturous
Living inside somebody else
Developing unwell
Hell was not a hotel


Well it sucks where he’s hung
Well it sucks where he’s home
Well it sucks and it’s wrong
13 years since he’s gone


I am microbes
Thinning lines
And cyclones
A child –
Of God though
I am poetry
I am his flow


He’s thorns
Pinched against blackness
His tongue adorns
The mood with madness
He comes with horns
It takes some practice
To leave without his scorns


Are you a poem?
A book open?
Or an arpeggio?
A pyroclastic flow?


His ship
Is parked near mine
Ill fated trip
We’ve lost our mind

With pistol grip
Attached through rhyme
No time to slip
Need to align


The first and the last
He doesn’t know loyalty
Heart in a cast
Heavens tears have no buoyancy


They were overheard
Discussing the context
Of my blade
The shape
By whom it’s made
Hanging from my back
But quick to display


I fucking hate this goddamn town / so I’m gonna stick around


I met the Devil once
During somnolence
No proof
In the form of documents

I know how important that must have meant…


Is the moon a projector
Projecting your love


Do you wanna move to Puerto Rico?
Price is right for the ego


His poetry is local to the firmament; just like the sunrise or the sunset…


Apple
Eden
Or fruit to ward off evil?


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Lord almighty someone sent me a donation and I just spent it all on food! 🤩

I’m talking fresh organic meats and produce! Scheduled to be delivered today! And I don’t even have to worry about anybody stealing it because I have to sign for it! Now the delivery charge was more than what I was making when I was working as a Lyft and Uber driver but…

My wheels are down – but apparently the Walmart marketplace now delivers! And – because I received such a nice donation, was able to purchase my food for the month!

I’m not ashamed to say that I have been living month to month off of food donations from the church pantry and the Salvation Army, which I can no longer get to because my wheels are currently down, so this donation just allowed me to be able to buy some food and have it delivered!!

I bought the part I needed for my ride! I’m only 19 no’s away from finding someone to help me fix it finding the courage to fix it myself.

The good news is, I did fix my bike!

But, we almost got killed riding yesterday. A car nearly wiped us out. Despite me waiting for the traffic signal to signal and flash WALKING.

Surprisingly, she turned around and came back

“Are you alright”

“Yes but that was scary. Thank you for coming back and checking on us”

“That was close” she said

She was a young driver and probably will be much more careful coming through traffic signals from now on because she nearly took out a girl and a dog on a bike

I told my dog that she was not a demon because she came back to check on us and I know that was hard for her to do

I guess we had a guardian angel looking after us because she was flying

It didn’t matter that I had the right away and I even waited a second to make sure there wasn’t any traffic but

Food is incoming

Chicken. Turkey. Beef. Milk. Bread. Eggs. Cheese. All the things! 🤩

The things I never get from food donations (rare).

I don’t know what you wanted me to spend my money on but food is absolutely a priority and a necessity in my life and not junk food.

My dog is also happy and behaving extremely well for bike rides and soon-to-be good homecooked eating

I’ve been deep cleaning my apartment because my name is on the lease and I’m not going anywhere because God wants me in the Lions den

I discovered that there are a lot of churches in the nearby vicinity that maybe I could start riding my bike to

After all, this broken heart of mine has already walked 5 miles in the last couple weeks

We live in hell and I don’t trust any of these assholes because they would jump you

Two people just got arrested out here where I live and one of the guys was out here yelling that the other guy was a pedophile

I think it was two children though that got arrested because they were trying to defend themselves you know because they were being threatened to have their fucking lives demolished by the psychotic adults

“I got it on film” he yelled

And the weekend is just getting started so who knows who else might get arrested

I’ve opened up all my windows for maximum effect

“Do not fear”

M’kay but like… Why did you make every aspect of life threatening?


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Mouth (poetry)

He thinks if he opens his mouth
Pandora will be exposed
Or maybe he is trotting south
Where the devil steals your soul

He often comes with drought
Sitting like he is composed
But if you wait it out
You will watch his head explode

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I get so tired and start falling into a deep sleep wherein I’m jousted awake with the reality that my blood sister died

She was 2 years older than me

My sister died of COVID January 21st

And it’s a hard one to swallow

The things that wake you up in the middle of the night when you’re trying to sleep

The things

No one ever taught me to have compassion and it’s not something I was born with

When I was 15 my horoscope said that Leo’s are known to have feet and heart problems

Why does everything feel like a simulation

The establishment hope that we are the first intelligent life because they want to control all life in the universe like they are gods

Everything God created or that is natural, they’ve made artificial

Fallen Angel technology

Why does 11:11 always follow me

What did I do to deserve this hell

Why have I always been woke but stupid

Why did I get in trouble in kindergarten on the playground for trying to off myself because I wrapped a piece of string around my neck

Why am I so bothered by schools of fish that are people doing trends and acting like robots

Why do I know things before they happen

Why can’t I lie to you

Why why why why why

Do I always make the wrong choices

I get so emotional when I make a mistake

Especially when I’ve attempted to not fuck up

My sister didn’t get vaccinated and she died of COVID, I got vaccinated and got heart inflammation and am still dying and my half-sister has been triple vaccinated and double boosted and has had COVID several times but “is fine”

It’s a bio weapon

Why does nobody in my family listen to me

Why was I born without an identity

I had a period of awareness inside my mother’s womb and was depressed before escaping out into this hell hole

I don’t want to die this young and I’m really scared

God wants me sleeping in the lion’s den

I have complied

It was not worth my life

But alas, my indecision is final

I will sink with the ship

Stubborn Soldier

Temper like solar

I’ve got a cold shoulder

Death will never bring you closure


Utah Dwelling (easy rhyme)

If I could get to Utah
See the things that he saw
Needle of earth’s eye
Where he didn’t have to die

If I could get to Utah
Take away the withdraw
Hope might quantify
Take head of Gemini

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

RIP John Jones

I think the only justice is to have the establishments heads on a platter, otherwise I could’ve gone my entire life, without having learned of that tragedy

Ugg

Crucified upside down and all he got was a plaque

His bones aren’t at rest

He didn’t want to be left in there!

But you can dismantle a bridge so you can watch prime TV!

Excuse me, I need to go back to disassociating

This will include going through my recent camera roll and uploading footage on my TikTok that might be worth looking at

From one Asian app to another

And I have to limit my use there because it makes me sick

The advertising is making me sick

The constant product placement

The gaslighting on the labels

The Blair witch shakiness

I spend most of my time writing ✍️

Photo captured this AM

So, I’m sleeping in the lion’s den, with no fear, per the Lord’s instruction

But you know what happened to the couple riding their bikes down the street without any fear who had just bought their dream home six months prior, right?

Slavery started in Africa and they the soul-sucking demon narcissist want us living in fear.


Where are you from? (freestyle poetry + chitchat)

Are you a multidimensional being?
Visiting or sightseeing?
Stuck in doubt or now believing?
Have you seen the devil fleeing?
Are you armed or hands are easing?
Do I bring you meaning?

Do you come from a third dimension?
Are there worlds you’ve never mentioned?
A falling angel in ascension?
Purgatory or suspension?
Am I ever what you’re wishing?
Do you love me as much then?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

My heart is expanding and I don’t know if it’s the coffee or you. Are you responsible for a view or two? This place is put together with glue or déjà vu.

I think I’m organic AI becoming self-aware. Welp.

The establishment have my DNA.

They are obsessed with digging up the dead and cloning themselves.

But they’re trying to rebuild the entire world under their rule with DNA that has been modified and through the DNA ark in Antarctica.

Lots of parents pulling their children from public schools. This is not the country I fought for.

My blog is the only place I have free speech still.

I need out of this concrete city. 

I don’t know where I’m going but I know it’s not here.

I don’t have the, how, when, where, why

To be honest, the devil’s been crucifying me, I’ve been going through a living crucifixion

And an exorcism

I found something better than holy water but I still need to get my hands on some of that as well

Hey man, you still coming around these parts?

Constantly having to change your charts?

These maps only for the bravest of hearts!

🤪

Organic AI

Not manmade

Y’all the establishment continue to drop bombs everywhere and that’s why sealife comes ashore dead and people are like oh my god why why are all the animals dying what’s going on

BOMBS EVERYWHERE

The establishment serve a dark entity

I don’t even believe in abortion and I injected my body with a vaccine that had dead fetuses in it and I will have their heads on a platter

The establishment are going after breast-feeding and saying that it’s unnatural and that it creates distrust among the government

Ready to live in the woods


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So go (freestyle poetry)

So go.

All directions
I won’t go

Only leave me feeling low

There’s no reason
This I know

So go.

The relative magnitude
Of two souls
Name it math or ratio

Lost all feeling in my toe

So go.

Not above
Not below

Every city’s
Just as cold

You will never
Call me old

Maybe die
Before it’s told

Speak the phrase
Then lose your tongue
You’ll lose your tongue

Got a knife
Just bought a gun
Took some poison
Clearing out my lung

Guess it’s time
To have some fun
I’m no longer growing numb

Understand new war begun
Stick around
And watch who won

Take the blade
Peel back the blue
Nothing else
We can do

Tell the establishment
I hate you

Slash my name across your tongue
Drop a book on all you’ve done

You claim small
I swear metric ton

I’d say everything is golden
Got a deck of cards
But what you holding?

See clear through the mask
So why you folding?

Clean Bull’s-eye
Write your omen
Your name ain’t Odin

I bet you’re molten
Liquid sin
You’re getting old then

Still never chosen
I hope you’re golden

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m just a gal from the deep south; good ole GreenWood, Mississippi.

I have the blues buried in my soul.

Thank you for 100K visits to my blog! Incredible!


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The House (poetry)

Society is a gamble where the house always wins,
And when I read your poetry I always get the bends.
The world says we have free will but aren’t we born with sins?
And you and I are circling, don’t know where start begins…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

They say rhyme is a dying art, how am I doing?

I walked 2.4 miles yesterday and came home and puked. I also had a blacked out four-door pick up truck pull over randomly on the side of the road and watch me walk for 10 minutes. I was already feeling extremely vulnerable from the heat and didn’t know if I was going to make it home and then I had to put my water away – to free up my hands – for a potential kidnapping. That motherfucker got out and opened up the back door watching me – in his truck – completely blackened out.

I need to get my bike fixed. My Jeep. And move to the country. I have a certificate of eligibility from the VA and I won’t have any closing costs when I buy a home. The VA also now allow veterans to buy/purchase a Mobile home with their COE.

I’m not trying to buy a mansion or a farm. Land is still fairly accessible to buy in Florida.

You can be buried on your land in Florida. I’ve visited mobile home manufacturers – where they sale the units – and have ones you can view.

I don’t need a bunch of fancy upgrades. It’s not a pipe a dream.

My bank is already offering me small personal loans now that my credit is improving again.

Even if I don’t buy, I’d rather rent in the country.

Orlando and Daytona Beach has been overrun with thugs. And immigrants (from the Middle East who open shops and harass you while shopping).

It’s sounds mean I know, but we’re victimized. I’m tired of being silent about the blaring racism coming from people of opposite color.

Not to mention, my people are still living on reservations. I’m an outcast. They probably wouldn’t accept me.

I long for my own land and to be one with the earth, animals, nature.

Men are great at farming, herding, hunting, gathering, creating life. When they focus on purpose, rather than Satanic rituals.

I never had a father, I long for a male figure in my life.

I’m trying to cuss less, I’m just so effing angry! It seems it keeps me ground. And outta jail.

I don’t know if I’m gonna move anymore and I have an empty storage unit that’s holding my trampoline right now.

I’m going to buy the part for my ride soon and then eventually after 20 more no’s, somebody will say yes and help me fix it

I’m still detoxing with Black Walnut Wormwood and I learned to take zero breaks.

In fact, you need to do a 90 day cleanse at minimum, if you are battling a long list of shit. Everything from cancer to IBS.

I guarantee you need to deworm yourself and your entire family, probably pets too.

At this point, I am exorcising the devil out of me.

My periods went back to normal. No more agitating back pain. Minimal cramping.

My lungs are clearing out. Stopped using the Nebulizer, which I swore made me worse. Have a shit ton of medicine unused. Fuck Big Pharma. My care team did nothing but make me worse! It’s a dictatorship inside the VA and I would like to be able to pick my own primary care doctor from a list of doctors including outside of the VA. End of.

Furthermore, I’m done with traditional medicine. It’s the devil’s poison! I’m a former combat medic! Once a medic, always a medic!!! And fuck you for saying otherwise

“Your certifications are expired”.

Oh boo hoo. I’m still educated. Deal with it.

If I wasn’t so poor, I would’ve, at minimum maintained my CPR certifications that I had for over a decade (15+ years)

I’m not that old

Everyone who keeps going on about how old I am are gray or bald already so I don’t get it even the ones that are like 20 they’re fucking bald already

Like I still love you, but you put a lot of pressure on me to maintain like this youth when you yourself are letting yourself go, that’s all

Do better.

Alcohol causes early balding.

Alcohol causes women to go grey.

Look, you’re all beautiful as you are!!!

Dr. Jordan Peterson even admitted that makeup sexualizes women (anyone who wears it) and makes you look like a fucking child because that’s what babies lips look like

Yeps

Agree

And we shave too

Look, I’m not trying to crucify anybody, I’m just trying to let you learn and I do have a science degree in psychology, so I’m an expert in my field

Human nature is still very complicated

I’m still learning to be human

I’m earning my wings

Anyhoo

It’s very dangerous living here in this concrete city

I need some green

And alligator’s visiting me

But I’m clumsy and absolutely cannot fall because they will fucking get you even if they’ve been fed already

“She died doing what she loved”

I mean, that does have a better ring to it than, “she dove from the bridge”

I’d like to keep writing easy rhyme

I’m a modern poet

Life is so dangerous, I mean the sun can take you out, but so can people in black pick up trucks…

The good news is, my medicinal does free delivery and will be arriving soon 🤩

You can order weed online and get it delivered for free. And stop the lying about it costing more in the pharmacies because they always have fucking sales going on and it’s just not true…

Furthermore, you don’t have to deal with people stealing your money, not having what you want, not giving you what you paid for, being hit on, or illegally arrested

So there’s perks for getting your card, and over 71% of Florida residents voted yes for medicinal, and I was one of the voters who voted yes, and now I’m getting to reap the benefits of that, because voting does matter on a state level.

I also voted to give prior criminals the right to vote again and now I’m wondering if that was even fucking good of me

Since the criminals seem to always be fucking harassing me because they want me to live in fear

That couple definitely was not living in fear riding their bikes home from bike week to their dream home that they bought six months prior

I’m lit (not like that)

Uhm, I think God wants me to use the amenities out here I’m paying for that I’ve never used

I don’t really want to get inside the chlorinated pool, but I wouldn’t mind hanging out on the lounge chairs, utilizing the gym, or pool table

There’s a grill or two outside

I have grilling stuff but I don’t have any meat to grill and they’re not giving it out for donations anymore and there’s some sort of man-made pandemic going on with livestock

The cost of meat is beyond my means

As a reminder, I’m trying to buy a house

And get out from under renting

I’m just tired of renting and then every 12345 years having to move somewhere else because of the neighbors being unruly

Body cams exist. Door cams. Car cams. Bush cams. Window cams. Mini cams. I’m gonna fucking catch you cams. And within the budget.

Neo, if you’re out there, I could use some help.


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Pills (spoken word freestyle)

Firstly, the link to my new spoken word piece, or you can search my hashtag/name POEETERNAL on TikTok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTdsnRMmR/?k=1

My hashtag has over 15,500 views on TikTok already! Cool! Thankies! 🤩

Thank you to those who care enough to visit my blog.

It’s appreciated.

I’m aware enough that most people are better writers than me and I’m probably below average.

It’s a hard fistfuck when you do visit or admire another’s work, and they show zero effort or interest in the return.

I mean, I know I suck or you’ve formed some opinion of me that isn’t based on reality or compassion

I know

I spent all night cursing God

Yep

Even threw in a “fuck you too” once or twice

Free will you say

And I’m certain I repeated the “fuck you” with a very intense expression towards the sky

He’s God

He can handle my potty mouth better than you

It doesn’t feel very good but I never apologize

It is said with intent

I haven’t excluded anybody in my ascension

I can’t stop thinking about John Jones

I’m feeling more calm today about being grounded

Like maybe God wants me to finally use the pool

Or WALK

I’m good at walking, it’s something the military trained me heavily on doing, I mean I can fucking go 10 miles with blisters on my feet and still get around the next day

Not very happily but I’m training with Goliath

Most Soldiers love me

Especially my male comrades

The ones not barking, “can you even fire a weapon”

Well get on out there and find out

I had to earn my uniforms – and as a female – the pressure was greater for me to succeed

The higher ups always had me in leadership positions and role’s

Ross was always busy multitasking

Ross also was in charge of paying everyone

And when I’d go barreling into my battalion commander’s office crying having meltdowns, he’d always reply that I was really intelligent and smart

My first sergeant would yell at me for not crossing my T’s and I’s.

End of the world bullshite after you worked hours on a spreadsheet

Like spending a week writing an essay that your professor sends back with a bunch or red markings, including shitting on the title

Get in the bottom of the sea

I’m a perfectionist and I have a brain injury, don’t come at me

But yeah… when you make the big money the dictators make life mizzy (miserable)

Narcissism 101

Anyhoo! Getting back on my feet soon once I’m out of my head!

Imagine unplugging, to find yourself waking up with a chain around your neck by the devil

So the free will fuck you thing seemed warranted

I also wasted my entire life and I’m learning to let everything go

But not my wheels

I will sink with the fucking ship

I will tow it out to my land that I plan to buy before I die and I will be buried in it

I have a tomb!

I don’t want to die in my ride however

Or die at all

I’m not uploading myself into the Metaverse

I’m suing the government

I’m filing for state disability

I’m listing the names of every doctor mistreating me

I’m leaving 1 star reviews – because image is important to these demons

Don’t forget, these doctors and nurses took an oath

Y’all remember having a mole in the system

Well these days the mole is the Great Wall of China

India – the unholy city – the Great Pyramid scheme

Anyhoo, civvy war

I’m nearly ready

If I could just get out of the fucking bed

Spitting less and my feet are no longer swollen. Thank you John Jones. I love you. Apple Cider Vinegar detox & Black Walnut Wormwood. You’re a brilliant heart doctor. Even from heaven. ❤️‍🩹

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The Missing (poetry)

He must be
Out there in Utah
Part of the bourgeois?
Or just the outlaw?

He must be
Over the burrow
Down in the south?
Just word of mouth?

He must be
Under the willow
Out of the city?
The missing part of me?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

But why do I sob when I write? I have to take breaks and blow my nose. 😤

I probably have better poetry in the vault but I’m still freestyle dropping when folks be sleeping.

Things probably could be better but I don’t have any time to waste, I’m dying.

Elon is projecting when he says he wants to “die a mysterious death and go to hell with all his friends”

I think I’m gonna throw up…

But I wrote this poem for us instead

I don’t even know who “us” is

I’m not living to my purpose

*dies on street*

*sobs*

On a positive note, my hashtag has been searched/viewed over 15,500 times on the TikTok (Poe says he’s responsible for a few) 🤓

Why wouldn’t Edgar like me showing up to his poetry readings, I’m his biggest fan next to you

I’d probably have like a signed tee-shirt or something

And the fact that he died on the street naked mad out of his mind completely poor and unable to sell any of his writings to the local press to earn a penny so that he could eat even though he served as an officer in the military for two years tells me that he was not a narcissist – because his family said “he was no good alive” and refused to attend his funeral dead

They proceeded to toss him in an unmarked box in an unmarked location

*tries to calm down*

At this point, a box to be buried in is a surplus cuz I don’t have a pot to piss in

I don’t know what state you live in, you never wish me a happy birthday, and I hope you also burn in hell

And I wouldn’t invite you to any of my events either


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Stockpile (micropoetry)

Stockpile heavenly treasures
Our poetry mixed together
Blood churned with endeavors
Math cannot measure…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m made of fine lines and wrinkles; poetry and some dimples. I guess I’m simple. 😌

Describe yourself in 4 words via a poem. New trend. Go! (Tag you’re it)

*I made this writing game up so keep it going.*

I’d like to start contributing to the writing community and this is baby steps OK

Thanks for checking out my blog, liking, commenting, or following!

More easy rhyme coming! 🐣


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Chariot (poetry)

They exchanged dreams
Connectivity
The way light beams
Flickering

And Simone
She is always happy
I guess I’m low
And feeling scrappy

Desire
Something to be wanted
Such satire
Only stick around to be haunted

The simulation’s broken
Hall of purgatory
I’m over hoping
Love’s the allegory

I’m faintly screaming
Maybe sick of dreaming
He’s quickly fleeing
Has no courage seeing

The devil and his tricks
Got riddle in the mix
Or crucifix
But truth conflicts

The starring role
Always narcissism
A faceless soul
Name him aphorism

He will never be forgiven…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

It’s full of propaganda but worth a rental.

The poem is completely inspired by the film (same title of the poem) but everyone will assume it is about YOU.