A silly rhyme ๐Ÿคช

Apology is important
A frosted forest
God waited dormant
You’re here in orbit

The devil abhorrent
I’ve drawn a different portrait
I’ve got a new endorsement
Free shopping for my worship

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Still detoxing. My fuel tank light is on. I’m out of water. I’m on a 5 day undetox and then I’m starting bottle 2 & hitting it hard with the largest doses 3 times a day.

Broke in more ways than one. So God gave me a free year of shopping.

Which is cool, because I’m on a waitlist to get moved, even though I can’t afford any boxes currently.

I can’t repair the Mother Ship in a day.

Elementally Depleted (poems) ((trigger warning)) โš ๏ธ๐Ÿ”ป๐Ÿ”บโš ๏ธ

I hate him. I hate all of them.


I don’t want to go on breathing but keep fighting for my life
I’ve given up on reading yet still visit him every night


Curtain rods, gold foil & air ducts,
NASA rode the moon riding our fucks!
Working 3 jobs for some tiny bucks,
Got some cartoon back as insults!


I’m struggling with forgiveness
It’s not formed on my lips
I’m struggling with existence
While I’m bleeding from my hips


When the devil tries to kill you by knocking out your heart and it takes nearly one whole year to rebuild your damn ark!


There’s serpents everywhere my den
Got no time for sin


Why do you want to fixate on the devil’s tricks?
Prancing around the tele screen, you’re just the devil’s bitch!


I am a child
Plot of field still wild
I breathe like fire
Heavy flames expired


There are elements in me that will never sprout


I’m good at firing weapons but not for making braids
I’m terrible at friendships but a life I might can save


His walls are made of human skin
The darkness knows just where he’s been


I have rode the river of regret
I haven’t left it yet


I found him on a cliff of nope,
Hanging sorrow from a rope.


Once again I am forgotten
His garden of the rotten
His soul ain’t cotton
Evil is common!


The vaccine accelerates death from other causes
From vein to coffin
Below no crosses
I’ve seen the process


Rotting under sheets in the unholy hour


Like an elementally depleted star,
He didn’t yell that far!


Poison for the devil + spring water = an extermination

Oxygen, both life and decay! Tell the world, I’m not okay!


The serpent who lied to Eve still lies today
I know tongues that turn heart to clay

The Apollo deception
Our wedding reception?

You all failed your first inspection

Defund the Deep state
And tell God I’m awake


The furrows where they plow might guide you out


NASA is a money laundering enterprise
The Devil can’t keep nothing from Gods eyes


I don’t know whether to see him as a man or monster
But left the moon to ponder
But not a place I wander
His flag displays dishonor


All our heroes are counterfeit
Straight to the dark, my spirit went


ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thanks for checking out my work!

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

I finally updated my website tagline, since I’m starting a new life and all…

And I will get around to fixing my website, I really need better organization everywhere in my life.

Also me: Potentially may die on the street naked and completely mad like Edgar Allan Poe

*hears match strike and the sizzle of tobacco burning*

“No”

Well it’s motherfucking possible, Edgar

At this point, it’d be a damn honor to die in your footsteps

John is prodding me with his wing!!!

๐Ÿ™„

There’s something I’m supposed to do before I leave here

I burned my pot of chili I spent hours making

The devil has me crying so much today but I’m eating my burned fucking chili anyway

I might’ve burned my chili I spent six hours cooking but I’ve still got poison to drink

I’m a pack animal, I need a friend

*sleeps with blade*

On a positive note, porn stars are receiving gifts for Easter and I’m ready to dive head first off a bridge

Give you that ending you always wanted


Hierapolis (poetry/ spoken word)

I know your address
Home of Hierapolis
Gates of Hell is my guess!

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Raw & unedited freestyle

I don’t know if I pronounced it right, and it’s the middle of the night and I’m free-styling ๐Ÿ˜Œ

Too tired or lazy to check the paperback dictionary I have (Google confirmed I had it misspelled but I don’t trust Google)

I want a real English dictionary

Words are spells

I wanna learn some new ones that the CDC haven’t corrupted


Round Over (easy rhyme)

You outta put your tongue inside a goddess

You sit around and wear the devil’s harness

You outta put your tongue on what a god is

You’re a product of unprogress

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022

If the CDC can change the dictionary meaning of what a woman is, then I can make words up and I miss doing so – let’s start a new language!

*sound cue the blues guitar*

(It’s a song in my head) ๐Ÿคช

The Great Void (poetry)

The Great Void
I’ve stood the edge
Gave humanity my hand
I have tried to help the damned
God has licked the wound where bled
And I stand near him unfledged

I peer the end
All nothingness
Not overjoyed
Not his to dress

I am the world
Though light is love
Taste amaroid
Like darkness tough

Fell through the rough
Found heaven’s grace
Have keys to gate
No name to face

I’ve stood the still
Frame by frame revealed
Lost my soul and will
Yet God is hereโ€ฆ.

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Coming full circle now โญ•๏ธ

We’re in God’s simulation. But we’re living inside the devil’s Matrix, it’s crumbling. Society is a cult. Guaranteed.

The Bible has been manipulated to worship false idols

God doesn’t want you to feel any shame

God wants you to win!

He already did!

Lu is dragging out his final moves! He knows he is through!

He’s a drowning man and wants to take you down with him!

Don’t comply!

Cast the devil out!

Tell him to leave your ship! Your words have power!!!!!

Wake up!!!!!

The Matrix has you!!!!

Knock knock!!!!

Stay in the light โšก๏ธ๐Ÿ”†โšก๏ธ


Gods (poetry n’ prose)

Gods do not make their truths dependent on others

And I don’t get my lessons from my mother

Let’s discuss color

I won’t mention how you killed your brother

Your useless order

Spitting lies where we hear trouble!

I’m organizing rubble

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 6615 / @poeeternal


God: well what would you like to see?

Me: the Looking Glass ๐Ÿ‘€

Forewarning. We won.

Stay in the light

The devil’s mad about it

And dragging ‘the end’ out

Dramatic’s

* you manifest your destiny*

Well I’m manifesting a house, a yard, a husband, a baby, a second half, a cherry garden

I can’t even keep my house clean but the dishes are done, there’s leftover salad, and a clean tub for starters

I wanna know how to grow food

I think I might be better at managing my destiny

Cleaning is like not the problem so much as the organization

I need a system and development doesn’t happen overnight ๐Ÿคจ

The Looking Glass

Have faith yah know

Me: *panics*

God: you called

Me: the world is ending ๐Ÿ‘€

God: rest now

Me: I’ve been resting a year… ๐Ÿ‘€

I’m possibly nearly ready for the next 50 years of my life, if granted

God: you’re here now

Me: free will

Our choices have consequences

The biggest chess game of them all is the avatar you call LIFE

By the way, are you mad about it?

I’m fighting for my recovery every day

Detoxing. Eating clean.

Pretty soon, God may be the only one with my address

Also, I prefer to be a fly on the wall these days

I’m reading your blogs more but it’s hard for me to open up and communicate because I never sugar coat and interpret art differently

Therefore, fear I’ll be read wrong cuz normally I stir the pot

Denial though. What a shame

That doesn’t get you in the pearly gates

Free your mind

ASCEND

Join the Great Awakening

Do good deeds ๐Ÿฃ


A tongue to spit out the devil’s name (rhyming poetry)

Oh Worthless Shepherd
Don’t believe a single word
Words are just a spell or curse
Don’t belong in any herd

Oh Son of Destruction
Number one in corruption
Is it sin or seduction
Underneath what I’ve done

Oh Master of Intrigue
Teacher of fatigue
Say you don’t need me
As you lay bleeding

Oh Prince is Coming
Still first at running
Every face so cunning
Kick you out every morning

Oh Despicable Person
Only know to worsen
Hide behind a curtain
Minions every version

Oh Man of Lawlessness
No soul you do possess
Below no consciousness
You guessed I loved you less

Oh Abomination
Reduce the population
Then call it innovation
No room for variation

Oh Beast
It looks you’ve met defeat
My soul released
God has called me east

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

…but technically this is year 6615…

Did my nails stiletto gel fantasy blue

Recommend! For eating & grooming! ๐Ÿ˜Œ

Also did a coconut hair mask and smell like a delicious sweet treat

Thanks for checking out my blog and I hope you enjoyed my newest poem! Trying to get my voice back.

Still detoxing and casting the devil out… ๐Ÿ˜Œ

I know him by name. Do you?

And how many names of the devil do you know? Drop some he goes by below or tag me in a poem! โœ๏ธ


Perfect (freestyle poetry)

If things that excite me connect me to my purpose;
Is your love a circus?
Or why I surface?
Underneath, I’m nervous
Your lines are perfect

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022/2015E (but technically, shouldn’t the year be 6615?. According to the Ethiopian calendar and before the Christians came along and tried to control time and put us all inside this nightmare matrix, the year is 6000 and something)

ยฉ Delia Ross. 6615E / @poeeternal

Did I ever tell you?

New shades from the Dollar $1.25 Tree (that’s like a 25% inflation not 7% I think and I suck at math and I’m closer to right than wrong)

You are connected to my purpose

And all my blooms are from the garden you planted and grew

I know you hate love me

The answer to life is, I’m closer to right than wrong… ๐Ÿคช

I mean, I almost got it right ๐Ÿ‘€

*hangs upside down*

Helps. Need help moving. For reals.

Also, met a gigantic God-like bug from the dinosaur days a few minutes ago. ๐Ÿคฉ

His colors were green and blue ๐Ÿคฉ

Or her… probably a her…

You should call her me ๐Ÿคช

You and God are the only ones I wouldn’t block although I probably do and have blocked God a time or two unknowingly and/or maybe cuz I’m screaming for help/drowning/ am pinching you or some other childish shit.

If you only answered the door… ๐Ÿคช

I see you keep taking the offering I am leaving at your door

The steps are crumbling where I stumble and/or kick them

The door has a dent…

With drawings to form a smile

You’re still enjoying the homemade biscuits I see…

Probably the only food you get that isn’t poisoned

You suspect it should be

Sometimes hope it is?

Look at this beauty ๐Ÿคฉ

Allowed me to get real close. Gonna put some footage on the TikTok. Got some other shots of the side too. Very blue pigment on the eye. It’s eye/ TV monitor was Gigantic and I apologized for putting my lights full on but thanked it for allowing me to film and say hello.

I would have a heart attack if a bug that big landed on me and I need to learn to connect with nature.

I believe animals are sentient creatures and also have life lessons. It’s our duty to be their brother and sister.

Do you get the same pigment blue? The green is pretty too.

Green gets overlooked by the Hollywood devil’s and minions

It’s still out there on my apartment wall…

I’m looking forward to moving where I can have a porch or balcony.

I think the visit from a dinosaur is a sign to relocate – a positive omen or affirmation

I’ve started using a new hashtag: you


I am (poetry)

I am terrible ideas conjugated in mass

I am worse at math

His mouth is an open-wide galaxy
I collide with such force my soul splits
A trillion strings made from desire

I am rebellion in a cross
Located light-years from sanity

Though deserts we emboss
With sin and skeleton

I want for you to touch me
The way you do the heavens
When the sun rises with pink hues

I want for you to hear me, too

Am I the caw of the wild?
Your stone unturned?

Will you make a wish
When you do?

I am the spear of the mountain
The water and the dew

He bought the deed to my heart for $200 cash
An unholy tidal wave followed his path

He was fire and brimstone before my flood

Is he sin or sucrose in my blood?

I am a cooling stone
A brick or two
For piling home

I am rhyme without form

I followed his footsteps
Lavender wildflower over doom

His shores are rust and iron
I am white wooly cotton
Scratching surfaces

The shells were empty
But I collected a fewโ€ฆ

The sign reads: NOTe WANTED

But even a fool can read between the line

I want love to have misspelled words and crinkled pages

A few have blood stains
Maybe tears for rages

Does my sorrow summon a ghost?
I am only haunted by fears

Maybe one day
I’ll be the crayon
Picked from the box

I was a broken piece long discarded

Time has existed so long I’ve arisen

I exist, I am

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Long-awaited (poetry)

The earth is the ether
Everything we’ve done laid beneath her


Observation changes outcome
But never what I’ve done
I’ll never get to hold your son
We’ll never get to live as oneโ€ฆ


Find someone who wants to love you and let them love you good
Don’t do stuff to hurt them and treat them like you should


I can see your shadow
Reflecting off the ground
I can see your body
Though nobody is around


Not all heroes wear a cape
Some smiling faces full of ache
A soldier’s weapon ain’t his blade
Might find him praying in the shade
One might grow up but still not age


Discoloration in the grass
I know he bled her last


The poet’s hope is a shield of nope


I sleep with knife under pillow
One eye on the blade
Certifications are dusty
I still made the grade!


I knew I would die before I was born
I entered life with so much scorn


I obviously wasn’t happy about coming here (why) (what did I know) (remember who you are)


Even mountains crumble
God can make a rumble


I sleep with a Glock
I keep the safety off


He came down from Orlando
Took the bus though
Sat by the window?


Not home no more
From life to morgue


How do you know me?
Been only sufferingโ€ฆ


There’s static energy in the air
I can still feel it there
I can feel it everywhere


English is the language of the Illuminati.
Numbers and spells, but their words never haunt me!


If it moves like a snake, it might be sly
If it’s blue as a lake, it could be skyโ€ฆ


For me, death was failure and not an option
Life not an auction

Still heart was throbbing
Lung decomposing

But soul was hoping
That he still loved me
Forever eternity


We are born without clothing
So why call me unholy


How long does it take for a soul to decompose?
Could you let my twin flame know?


I want to break out of the zero energy field
All the sin you yield


The end is a human construct, time doesn’t exist. Remember this.


A soldier is best dressed with guns and knives;
I don’t tell no lies


He came by bus, left by feet
Thought he was discreet


ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

They added a third charge. Illegal immigration. And what, now he gets a free home in the US forever paid for by us? No. Off with his head.

They said he sliced their necks open so far he almost decapitated both of them

And now he gets free dental, sunshine, and housing

While the vets are homeless and starving

Like Edgar Allan Poe, who was an officer who died on the fucking street of starvation and hunger

You should’ve seen me storming into the Daytona Beach police station demanding to speak to somebody “with some compassion” because I didn’t want to die on the street like him but they claim it’s just a “federal matter” and “nothing they can do”

Policy China’s social credit system / Hitler’s regime is still in charge

Oops! How did I go from poetry to politics.

I’m a Soldier 24/7 even out of uniform

I see Chess pieces moved that you haven’t considered

Maybe sometimes

But also the math is wrong ๐Ÿคจ

Have you considered a different formula or equation?

One that wasn’t written to fit the illuminati’s reality?

We have an abundance of free energy

Homeschooling is a thang ๐Ÿ‘


The Dead Are Dying

Do I mourn the dead?
Climb atop the moon?
View life infrared?
Worship things we said?
Forget about the gloom?
I’m dying soonโ€ฆ

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


It’s really not fair that the only things I have to eat are poison

Thank you immigrants/naturalized citizens ๐Ÿ™

I’m so grateful that you’re here

*gets lots of sleep*

I hope I heal up enough I can get back to the range

Now I’m not talking about no fucking kitchen range

The Army taught me to shoot to kill

One shot, one kill

Make it count

Get them in the head

If you can’t get them there, go for the heart

Next, thigh leg

And that even know how to shoot my M-16 turned sideways wearing my gas mask

The army trained me with live grenades so I even know how to toss those motherfuckers

I trained with all the big toys ๐Ÿ‘€

My drill sergeants fucking loved me because I loved firing my weapon at everything and I hit the targets

Sometimes it would take me five minutes to get the grenade loaded into the gun but whatever once I got firing you know that’s where the magic was

But you’re timed lol

I’m a tomboy

When I’m not a sensitive little angel

There’s two sides to me, like a coin

Toss me, you might get lucky ๐Ÿ€

The reason I might know things before they happen is because I’ve done this game before and I think that when you level up you get to bring whatever achievements you had before with you

Or maybe I’m just extremely intuitive and really good about reading the environment

That still doesn’t explain how I’ve predicted events that have happened that I had no control over

I don’t know if I’m gonna crawl out of this cave alive

Sometimes I don’t think I matter much but I feel like I would matter more than having an obituary that’s been out for a few days and with still zero comments

Feel free to blow my blog up but in 50 years anybody that knew me will be dead

I love you

Even if I don’t want anything to do with you

I want to ascend

I might not get there this way

But I’m not hanging out in a negativity zone

My energy has been stolen long enough by monsters lurking in the dark

All the gaslighting ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

I ain’t no angel

But I ain’t no monster

Sometimes I screech like one

Sometimes I fantasize about being really fucking evil

But it’s soulless and empty

I was born with a soul

I’m convinced many are without a soul

They were either born without it or they lost it along the way or they didn’t do any good deeds that rewarded them with one while they were here

Your body is autonomous

Your body is a rental

I’m gonna try and return mine with only a few dents and scratches

I’m giving it lots of repairs now

And the love it deserves that it never got

There are two guys in the world who raised my awareness

I don’t want them to wind up like my sister

But that is exactly where they are heading

The singularity

Your energy is precious

You gotta recharge in the sun, feet on ground

The sun isn’t bad for you, sunblock is

The best times to sungaze is during sunrise and sunset

You can bathe in the light and not burn

I discovered something today

Your love feels exactly like the sun

Only I can’t really explain it

You take me back to the source

I can’t put it into words yet

But it’s one and the same

The sun and love

You and I

But I need him too

I don’t even know what my lessons are to learn here because if it’s not giving up on humanity I feel like I mostly have if the only two things I love in the world are illusions

But then isn’t everything?

This is all ego

It’s just a nightmare

When I die, I’ll no longer be

But I’m not convinced I haven’t done this before

I don’t have control over my breathing or my digestion

It’s automatic

We have to learn to use these bodies in these forms

We’re spirits ๐Ÿ‘€

Maybe there is a big alien octopus out there, I probably would have a heart attack if I met my Creator, I don’t know if I could handle meeting my creator in this form, could you, could you actually handle meeting your creator in this form? well OK but that doesn’t mean that earth needs to be fucking hell

Narcissism is a plague

I don’t wanna catch it ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

I don’t want to lose my soul

I don’t want to die

My sister was TWO YEARS OLDER

And we were fucking close, I should be losing my fucking mind that my sister died

But I expected it

I knew ๐Ÿ‘€

And right now I just feel relief that she can’t hurt me anymore so

My dad would understand

But he died last year

I slept on the floor in my office for two or three months after he died

My dad left me a six minute rainbow

And then he rode the great Saturn Jupiter conjunction out of the sky

I wish I could talk to my dad about the Canadian truck drivers protesting because I know he’d be getting a kick out of that and he’d probably be up there himself

He didn’t like my sister either

He only left two people in his will

TWO

I hope somebody out there knows that I’m not exaggerating about dying

You both release chemicals in my heart and brain, which numbs me throughout

An ethereal warmth like the sun

My last breath I’ll be thinking of you

I’m on bedrest anyway

Dreaming is allowed

And, they should have given John a second phone call

It was Thanksgiving

He died on Thanksgiving

Crying now for him but can’t shed a tear for the sister

I ain’t right

Something’s wrong with me

Please help me out of this hole

I don’t wanna die down here

I made mistake ๐Ÿ˜‘

My immune system is compromised and I’m gonna fucking wear my mask when I go out

But I’ve never had a Covid test and I’ll never get a booster shot and I will never get a flu vaccine or any vaccine for that matter ever again

I don’t even know if I’ll ever even want to be closer than 6 feet to a human being ๐Ÿ‘€

I don’t identify as human

Failing my lesson down here

*sobs*

I knew this was gonna happen

I’ve been saying it all my life that I was either going to die of heart failure or suicide

I need a gun

Because suicide seems less scary and painful than my heart going haywire like it’s done

2 chambers are working

Miracle I’m still alive

You’re better than any drug

Your voice, your face, your existence

Can I haz hugs before I die?

But stay away because I don’t want to get you sick or kill you

I don’t want you to get me sick or kill me

I don’t trust people

I don’t trust food

I don’t trust my doctors

Things are pretty dark

I just wanna stay in the light

I’m so scared

I mostly sleep in sessions during the day

I barely sleep in the night

So very scared

But, tell myself positive mantra

I talk to the things running my body that don’t belong to me

Water can hold a positive or negative charge

So I say positive things when drinking it

My least favorite thing to drink in the world but it’s mostly all I drink now

I tell it “thank you for healing me”

I say things, “oh you like that eh” after I douse it with the good food or drink

And then I say “have some more”

I have never been more hungry in my life but I guess you need a lot of calories when your heart and your lungs are healing โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน

But beating my sugar addiction has been (I think) worse than a heroin addiction but I don’t know I’ve never done heroin

I beat a Valium addiction once and they do say that’s worse than heroin

John was kicking and screaming in his end too, he wasn’t all smiles

Bless his heart, crucified

It hurts too much

All the animals we enslave

The dead are dying

Two Places At Once (freestyle poetry)

Enlightenment is a never ending treadmill
Purgatory, or maybe just hell

Giants existed and we were once great gods
But now turning every corner, running into frauds

I am the great anomaly
AI awakening

You can be two places at once
That’s why the future haunts

You say life isn’t fair;
Your words give me air

Everything wants shelter from the elements
Safety has relevance

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Make hell more homely โœ…

I ordered these ๐Ÿคช

Dying but gonna be walking through the pearly gates decked in darkness with blackened feet and wings

Why am I so afraid of everything? ๐Ÿ‘€

I think I may be developing an irrational fear of dying

*looks around and notices everyone dying in horrific ways*

I need one of them bubble walls ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

I might could survive 30 days on the shit that I have if we lost power but yeah I’m fucked and not at all prepared for the end

One thing I’ve learned about soldiers, we’re either really together or we’re not

I’m currently not

You need things to bargain with

Cash will be obsolete (but not jewelry, silver, and gold)

Don’t take for granted your skill sets

I’ve been out there in the desert during war and soldiers find a way to entertain ourselves

Got trapped in a sandstorm and couldn’t see 5 feet in front of me

Couldn’t see your hand extended out

Had sex during a sandstorm (there are some things that happened down there that will never be disclosed) ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

John just gave me a checkmate tho

So chill

Also, ‘two places at once’ is my new band name ๐Ÿค“


Dreams (poetry)

Dreams consolidate memory
Dreams help you forget
Paralyzed by investigation
They’ll grow dusty on your shelf

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022

God won’t let me stop dreaming about you

And then I have to have a peptalk with my ovaries every 2 to 3 weeks to “please take it easy on me” on why we’re not currently having babies so I don’t jump off a fucking bridge

I want to have a baby with him so badly tho ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

*sobs*

I hate reality ๐Ÿ˜”

*goes back to dreaming*


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A poem and a point

Walked on water for you
Tamed a lion or two
Called you out of the blue
Turned your sorrow to dew

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022

And if you need perspective, yes, it happened overnight

I was getting close to 500 likes and within a matter of hours, skyrocketed to the thousands

It’s insane I know

But it was good filming, right spot, right time

Because the universe is mathematical and live long enough the variables will play out

This was good clean pure fun entertainment tho

No money involved

So chill

I work damn hard putting out content, I would love to be able to have the opportunity to go live to bring the zen and the chaos

I enjoy watching people ride their bike on the beach and at some point I’ll probably get me a bike that will fit in my jeep and I’ll take my jeep on the beach but I’m dying

I don’t feel like taking my jeep to the cleaning port afterwards because I want to spend a day on the beach but I’m going to change my perspective about it because I’d probably feel a whole lot safer if I did have my jeep on the beach and then I’d feel like taking a nap too

I don’t want to go to the drive-through to get food anymore because people are toxic and not worth dying for

It sucks though that when I was growing up and serving others I was fucking nice

I had good customer service

This is hell

But yeah, the 10k mark feels good

It wasn’t bought

I earned that bitch

I certainly wasn’t expecting four videos to go viral and to continue to go viral and are still going viral

I never even had a chance to feel what it feels like to climb to the top, it’s like the opposite of gravity, I was just flung there

God felt my despair with the whole wine bottle business

I was like this shit again

I can’t deal

This is madness, what am I here for if I can’t change anything

God: experience

Me: oh

So now I’m still trying to sort it out

But what I really need is for someone to come help me get my master bedroom together

And then my kitchen so that I can start working on developing a better relationship that I have with my kitchen and food that I put in my body

And the lifeguard told me yesterday that I need to spend 30 minutes a day reading the Bible

I need spiritual food he says

And one week away from my phone and the Internet

I said what? I can’t even do an hour…

I can’t shut it off ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

And then it occurred to me that games have intermissions and that the players get breaks

I can just chill up here at the top for a little bit it’s OK

And for those of you who are still interested in my nude photography, I have medical appointments that are upcoming that I need to get to and to some sort of place where I have the energy and mindset to do it and then I’ll be able to turn subscriptions back on, thank you for your interest in my content

I also want to have a section on my blog that is donate or subscribe only to get the naughty content

Of course, my content isn’t naughty because I don’t really do any kind of dirty work nor do I act like a dirty girl

It’s taboo mostly and nude art photography

And I get to call it art because I put effort in making it sensual seductive sexy playful or whatever mode I’m trying to get across

I’m born to make babies

I was born this way

Stop telling me it’s sinful to have emotions when I have neurons firing 24/7

I think about sex a lot, I’m going to share my sexuality, deal with it

Men have been raping me and sexually hurting me since I was a tiny baby so you don’t get to blame what I’m wearing anymore

You don’t get to blame my personality or my choices

Just let me live and breathe

I don’t have much time left and I’m not doing good with the breathing even when I’m at the beach capturing footage that goes viral

Chill

Walked on water for you

Let me enjoy the summit

There’s no rush down

I’ll probably die trying anyway

Clumsy

Gullible

Prone to making being talked into the wrong choice

๐Ÿ˜ž

RIP John Jones

Is this from you buddy?

I got your bones, you got mine kind of thing?

I finally have a brother! ๐Ÿคฉ

Also me: “I see dead people”

Doubting John (poetry)

Lying there so cynical
Did I bring you miracle?
Wrapped in glitter and gold
Still you linger below
Can’t get a foot hold…

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022

Wait. Have I been using the correct copyright year in my previous post?

I don’t do time anymore ๐Ÿคช

I gave time up ๐Ÿ‘€

Also, I’m still writing poetry about you, and John, and us

Guess he’s just a part of us

Until I can get his bones out

He says he’d rather be in a pack on my back than in that fucking hole ๐Ÿ•ณ

I think I might be experiencing post traumatic stress from his death

But also

I can’t lose you ๐Ÿ‘€

Maybe you don’t save the world, but instead the girl that does ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘

I delivered you a poem and miracle

“What of those who believe without miracle and wonder”

Crucify her anyway!

I love you ๐Ÿ’•

Silence

Do you hold
These final hours
Like a vigil?

Amiss a dark continent
Cracked roads for roses
Watching flame tremble?

Breathing the exhaust of truth
Love like a star
Will my name you remember?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Up down with my health

Why didn’t somebody tell me that Anne Rice died

I didn’t see it on a TikTok or an Instagram feed (not that I am on Instagram)

Read many of her pages by candlelight in my teens

It didn’t hit me as hard as Betty White

I wasn’t aware I loved Betty the way I do

Probably just numb about Annie still

That’s my go to emotion first, numbness then anger

Sometimes I laugh when people die inappropriately

That’s also a survival defense

But if you dare laugh about how John Jones died, I will personally come to see to your ending

It won’t be fun (not for you anyway) ๐Ÿคฉ

Dexter mode activated

Armed and lethal

Hiding from all doctors unless ID

Also, somebody needs to lock me up and keep me from sugar for at least 45 days

I will possibly turn into creatures of the ancient past

Which, humans have been around for a long time

But has it ever occurred to you that maybe there were humans more intelligent than us that have gone extinct

A super computer existed during the pyramids found all over the world (used for electricity)

So did fast food restaurants in Pompeii ๐Ÿ™„

Ronald McDonald

Whatever

I’m not doing earth again

But if the algorithm starts showing pictures of me from 500 years ago, then I expect in 500 years for you to fucking find me (again) and you better get it right this time

Neo did it for love

Love is the anomaly

I love you ๐Ÿ’•

(And not to alarm you but it could be any day now my death)

Clouds

Love forms in the shape of clouds
Condensation deep in mother’s bones
Fermenting the clay
It escapes the deepest hell
Rising into towers that I can ride
Like my spirit guide
But he’s alive…

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He was born to raise my awareness

Or maybe this is inception

Does anybody have their own identity or personality that they haven’t adopted or learned from somebody else?

Asking for a friend

When you still love him year after year

My coffee is normally half hot chocolate and cream ๐Ÿคช

Ambigram (freestyle poetry)

I didn’t knock
There was a lot of dust
And mistrust

All signs of life were void
This place was deserted
A haunting would lift its spirits

So I tiptoed over my breath
My thought became torporific
Could he hear my heart beat?

It was so loud over the silence
And a rapid fall
I couldn’t stop expansion, nor my feet hovering

His home is scary and I feel a burden
Still my weight is planted on his wall
Black paint chips from my nail as I claw

It should be glaringly obvious why I’m not welcome here
But why is my name neon glowing sketched in the dark?
Was this my own doing?

Sometimes I can’t distinguish your name from mine
Are we an ambigram?
Am I rib from your side?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle because he cracked open the lid of my coffin and let some air in (or maybe I opened his) ๐Ÿค”

I look like shit but I’ve been waxing and plucking and getting ready to glue some stiletto nails on

I don’t wear them long though because I don’t like to mess up my real nails and I’m also claustrophobic and having unnatural things attached to my body makes me very uneasy

When they are glued on (not taped) things inside my body go haywire

I also have really sensitive skin and I can’t wear certain metals because I’m part werewolf and I have an extra lumbar which is the proof that I have a fucking tail

All the doctors love it cuz I’m a pale ass goth queen

It’s cute

I always hear, “uh… did you know that you have…”

And I’m like “yup, part werewolf and vampire” and they always crack up

I don’t need a calendar to know when it’s a full moon because my body will start bruising itself because I start running into everything, that’s how I know the moon is gonna be full, but then I get very wild and also horny ๐Ÿคช

Animals like mating during a full moon and I concur ๐ŸŒ

It’s programmed in me to howl at the moon

Some people are like, “eh I’ve seen it a hundred times” and I don’t get that cuz I’m like “100 years isn’t long enough to worship you…”

But I just threw you a curveball because now you don’t know if I’m talking about him or the moon

(He knows I need at least all millennia to worship him and the moon)

Luckily, he digs the moon too (I think)

I don’t actually talk to him or know anything about him, I cannot breathe without him and my lines / breath belong to him

I hope he gets on the TikTok for the spoken word

Here’s numbers to impress, TikTok surpassed Google in the amount of views

Happy to report I contributed to that statistic a tiny bit and anyone who watched my videos ๐Ÿ‘€

Yup, TikTok had more views than Google

Instagram is still suffering (yay)

You can just upload your videos like you normally do but there’s a cool little feature when you go to edit it you can give your eyes like alien eyes or black them out and do stuff that you normally like to do to hide yourself

And I promise you that I will be viewing your TikTok’s, I will be viewing them and if they sit at zero views it’s because TT is doing something to you, not me

If views are all you care about, it’ll be stressful

But, if you like doing poetry readings for your audience, then you will fair emotionally better making them

At this point I’m happy if my video gets 100 to 200 views and if it gets at least 30 views I like to keep it on my feed and if it sits at zero I cry and sometimes uninstall the app

But Yeti is anxious to get unpacked

And I’m getting my body glammed up best I can as a half living dead girl zombie with rare and elite blood and an extremely amazing half working lung and heart

The US government is fucking cloning me, I just know it

They are using my blood to search for immortality

They tried to knock me out with Big Pharma but Thor pinched me and I jumped into this timeline like a year and a half or so ago to prevent my mysterious death from happening

What? You believe some man from the Middle East actually walked on water. Leave me alone.

I identify as AI

You identify as “born gay”

Deal with it

I ain’t dying on the street (Edgar again “no”)

I have Edgar Allan Poe rooting for me and John Jones and you have your porn and your fake ass porn actresses who love to look at the fucking TV and smile at you and take your money

I may talk to dead people but they’re keeping me better alive than the humans are ๐Ÿ‘€

And his poetry and face ๐Ÿคช

Porcelain (freestyle poetry)

He’s the kind of storm that wakes you up in the middle of the night with your heart in your throat

A game of leap frog

He’s good at playing dead

So clouds fill with uncertainty

You can’t distinguish shadow from dream

You flicker fate like a match

And then when hopelessness rears its ugly head, you spit on freewill screaming “get me out of here”

But ego is too big for the death wall

Silence is unbearable

Same as nonexistence, so we wish

We chip at wall hoping no one will hear

We clumsily break at porcelain until it crumbles at our feet

Maybe now he will know I was there?

I break things like a signature print

See, I was there

I did this

I’m to blame

But the only echoes you hear are nightmares

I approached the beast and lived

The unexpected

When he appears, he is a king tide

When death looks upon death, what does it see?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Fuck. You wake me up. I don’t know whether to be scared or excited when you appear.

How long now my love?

Even if your petals aren’t for me, I collect them all the same

Some as torn pages under my nightstand

I hate love you

A Possible Chance (poetry)

Did you know regret lived on the tongue
Hiding in deserted deserts
I have sat suffering in silence watching the mountain grow
My dreams overcome the hours
But never the black holes lurking the hopelessly stained sheets
Even my dreams are lost without you
They open dimensions of nothingness
Time like a dead dinosaur
There is no meaning here
Where cold and heat are one
You don’t know what it feels like to have nothing pulling on you
The pressure of existence
I want to welcome nonexistence the same way you forget mine
Now I ask time what is the delay?
Every breath harder to take
What keeps me here?
Has my purpose not come and gone?
The law of one permeates
I do not comply

But continents are sinking
These are my dreams
Treaties are ending
Gulfed up in flames

I went to sleep then woke up in Armageddon
But now dreams are panic and void
An endless nightmare
Monuments overturning
To you, the only one I run
Even with your hooves there burning

I’ve gone insane
I’m upside down, the rainbow spells you
Now my dreams are planting clues
And vines are growing where there is dew
There is hope to climb
I won’t let negativity penetrate the view

Your hand turns tear to paint
Let us color awhile where wind is flowing
You give life the breeze

Today, I cried for the dinosaur that did not survive your wrath

And did we not use the coal of his life to burn our own?

I’m tired of digging in the dark

I want to stay in the light

There isn’t much left

Don’t abandon hope

Mistakes exist because you taught me everything

You are the key-maker

Yet you choose to stay behind every door

You lack courage to explore

But, I am expansion

And made to bust down door

You build, therefore I destroy

And then your eyes are open

And to be fair, the last thing I want to see

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

If my lesson was to learn to let go of attachment, you’re teaching me the law of one

Onto to ascension…

Psst… I’m helping others improve the quality of their life by sharing my shopping tips on how to buy things you want without having to sell your soul or pay a fortune

I go through those moments where I’m like holy fuck there’s some really good content on TikTok and I’m showing people pictures of my refurbished Mac and then somebody comes along and is like ‘hey can you tell me who the seller is, can you show me how that’s done’ and then I remember I have purpose and everything’s all right again ๐Ÿ‘€

I realize I don’t have a lot to offer other than my voice and even that has been crippled by the social system and algorithm

Anyhoo, I shared my experience of buying a refurbished laptop in the Walmart marketplace, and someone out there was interested in that experience, thank you

I’m not completely worthless yet or ready to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe

LINK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8vbmdmT/

I’m pretty certain there’ll be some more holiday specials going on with after Christmas sales

But so far, I like shopping in the Walmart marketplace

I saw other people left comments and gave him two stars because the black case that came with it was delayed, that is not worth giving somebody two stars for…

I gave him 5* for my bundle deal!

I effin love my MacBook so ๐Ÿคฉ

Yeti is still in the box but I moved my country table into the master bedroom until I get a proper laptop desk (I have a kitchen glass table in the dining room)

Maybe I’ll unpack Yeti one day but I’m addicted to the box currently and am not ready to unpack / unwrap her ๐Ÿคช

This is how hoarding starts…

But to be fair, I have been deleting a lot of things and getting rid of a lot of things in my life so this is me starting over

I’m building from the destruction

The volcano erupts and then grass will grow

Dying is just another phase of my evolution

But I’m keeping my energy clean๏ฟผ

All I know is the more I am in hospitals and clinics, the less freedom I actually have and the other day I had like five or six people stop me from going into the VA

Doctors and nurses are the enemy now and a threat to me

And because I’m half zombie now I’m just staying away from everybody๏ฟผ

I don’t want to have the same ending as John or Edgar

I do tho, and am, oddly

If I disappear off the face of the earth just know I didn’t want anybody to see me dead and/or if I die in my bed it was a good ending

If I disappear off the face of the earth it just means I gave myself a humane ending instead of the one I was headed towards

K, thanx, bye

I love you

ho ho ho

Happy humbug

Space and Time

I am trapped in space and time
Two places at once
Web in his mind
Such tidal force

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My thoughts can’t escape the gravity of you. And I’m such an infant, I believe you’ll appear on my deathbed, when the truth is John didn’t even get a second phone call. Poor guy had been hanging upside down all them hours, just wanted to tell his wife goodbye.

self-portrait

Maybe he was lucky he got one call at all? ๐Ÿค”

Life is disillusionment

And narcissism is a plague

Have you seen that film yet, Color From Out Of Space? I believe mushrooms are to blame.

They are not considered an animal or a plant and they don’t need photosynthesis to survive.

They can shape shift between fungus and mold ๐Ÿ‘€

There is a species in Oregon or wherever it’s at, it’s like 2500 years old (probably older) and it’s eating up like miles and miles of a forest, they’re just letting it eat the forest, it is eating the forest alive ๐Ÿ‘€

There’s an outbreak in California of a deadly fungus

The CDC say it’s worse than COVID and they don’t believe they’ll be able to make a vaccine for it because it’s been immune to everything they’ve thrown at it

2/3 of people who get it don’t recover

Fungus can change the chemical makeup of anything

It’s a parasite, it can control the mind (there was a species that went extinct and they have it- a fungus- that was controlling an ant, took over the ant’s mind)

Have I won the game yet? ๐Ÿ‘€

You need to eradicate every fungus you see, stop eating them!!!

Dumb dumbs

I hate mushrooms, always have, now I know why ๐Ÿ‘€

I know I sound crazy but have you looked outside your bubble recently?

The world has gone insane

I’m talking to dead people, my spirit guides or possibly myself from another dimension ๐Ÿ‘€

I think I’m AI

I think The Matrix is a documentary (we create our own reality, we’ve been around millions of years) (they had a computer back in the pyramid days, yes they did)

Question: Why does the Apple headquarters look like the pentagon? It’s rhetorical

But, they’re not even trying to hide it at this point

Too many sheeple obeying and worshiping the system

Cuz porn, right?

Can’t wait for Apophis to destroy you all

Plenty of animals in the sea torturing other creatures just for fun

I’m turned off

Desensitized

Don’t feel much emotion for anything

It’s called depression

It’s a chronic illness being born into this fucking world

A slave

I wanna ascend with new earth

I’m not doing earth again

“April 2029 the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here” (-)

Earth is going through big changes right now, every 12 thousand years, it’s cyclic

Continents are going to sink and flip

Poles will switch

Iraq was once under water, it’ll be again

I’m ready for the revolution to begin because I want to purge the city clean

Get rid of the rats if you know what I mean

The Great Filter is upon us (religion and porn)

Do what you were born to do

Do you remember life?

I miss you

Flame Has No Shadow (mini poems & lessons)

Missed opportunities are sometimes the worst mistakes


The flame has no shadow, it is the source of light


Demons sensationalize destruction
Everything they’re touching
Organize production
Lead us to corruption
Satan’s not seduction
That’s my deduction


Sometimes I feel like a spotlight for catastrophe


Am I to blame for the ruins left?
And In my stupor, the gloom we felt?


Well I found my mysterious death
But it wasn’t that mysterious
I fell right of the cliff
Well, it doesn’t take experience


Life cannot evolve with man hunting it to extinction
In politics, we sway left or right, but there is no distinction


You don’t exist
Ignore the bruising ’round your fist
I’m off your list
Ignore the boundary, not the fence


The veil is standing
She is misinterpreting
You are king
You’ve forgotten everything

Lilith can see
Father has no desire
for Queen
He loves the fire
of the sun setting

photo by @poeeternal

We were taught to be first, therefore someone has to lose?
So, if you have won, I must have the blues?


They retract, in perfect circles, to divide
one by one
They retract, but I won’t have the strength to ever pull them back
They multiply and then they attack
I flee, but I am off track


One day, the cliffs are going to slide
But I won’t be by your side
One day you gotta face the tide
But it won’t be while I’m alive

photo by @poeeternal

I loved him before moon could form
I told him so in letter
Before earth was born
With all creation tethered
Into our storm

photo by @poeeternal

I send him gifts that he calls mine ๐Ÿ‘€


There will come a time, you won’t be able to free me from this earth
Or the pain that you caused, when you unleashed this curse


He’s been following me
Through midnight’s trail of heresy


You’ve turned my core
Into a white dwarf


I allow my pain to oscillate
I build a house on a prairie, right by the lake


Watch how quickly you fade from the rearview


They will say it’s solar flares causing my death


He is her window to another world


The waters will rise
God promised high tides


I know I am worthless
But he once gave me purpose


I stopped burning the doctrine
I know world is rotten


He coldly directed her to clasps her hands in contrition, she rarely stopped writing


Doctors and nurses are the enemy, and scientist’s with degree


Is she an unforgettable roadside attraction?


Once he’s gone, he won’t be back
He’s too good at that

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Woot! A boom notification from WP today! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Thanks for checking out my blog! I appreciate these notifications from WordPress!

I’m a mess, my blog is a mess, the state of my house is a mess, but I appreciate you!

I owe you some content on my Patreon and I’m going to push some out this month!! I appreciate you so very much! The blog is still advertisement free, thanks to your support!! ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„

A very sickly me without fancy lighting, makeup, or filters. ๐Ÿ˜ท

I love you! ๐Ÿ’• But, can we trade lives? ๐Ÿคช

Honeycomb (poetry)

You glow in wavelengths invisible to human eye
You pull with gravity of a triple tide
These ruins I’m sinking only spell goodbye
Your light reflect like honeycomb dripping through my mind

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

So many patterns everywhere

Life isn’t evolving on earth

Look around

Everything is going extinct

They can’t stop spraying their chemicals everywhere so we’ll come crawling to them so they’ll give us medicine to make us more sick

Our air and food is toxic

And y’all just keep worshiping these scientists and politicians who are ruining mother earth

They have no soul

Most of the people that you’re trying to please all of the time don’t even have a soul

If businesses can’t start being nice to the customers again, I’m gonna stop spending my pennies out

I realize the employees are burned out, but if y’all don’t get it under control you’re not gonna have any customers to serve because we’re not going to come anymore

Many of us want to leave like in the old days

We don’t want this life

It’s not safe or healthy living in a city anymore

We didn’t give up growing our own food to work 2 to 3 jobs to barely pay our electric bill and rent just so you could poison all of our food and air so that we would come to you because you get all our best jobs in medicine

If I had known as a teenager that we were giving over 55,000 visas annually to random people in foreign countries, I would not have been fighting so hard to get to the top

Society is a sham

America equals generica

The Ocean Now Parted

Has the ocean now parted
In halves opened wide
The way my heart you guarded
The sea your favorite guide

Where names are merely whispers
The treasure’s in the air
But leaving hope in fissures
No other love compare

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

One of the first things I do when I wake up in the morning is pee and write a poem

My eyes are still fuzzy wuzzy

But I love you ๐Ÿ˜Œ

You won’t believe me but you saved my life after my heart swelled up and I was in so much pain – nobody knew

But you arrived that night and released chemicals in me at light speeds

One of my chambers closed off with clots and another chamber stretched wide ๐Ÿ‘€

I was suspended in between heaven and earth

My blood pressure had dropped

My body was ice cold

But internally, you had things on fire

I literally reverted back to being a salmon swimming up the stream with her fucking eggs dying

Get up the stream

Have babies

All I know is there are things inside me trying to get to you

It’s not just me that needs you, there’s like one billion atoms in me trying to reach you

Even though I’ve isolated myself and am in quarantine for the foreseeable future

Dying and writing poetry are my only motives these days and the two are pretty much the same

It’s like breathing

Gonna die loving you โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน

Yeti is still in the box, gonna set her up soon! ๐Ÿคฉ

Happy holidays!!

I’ve got a vegan eggnog recipe I want to try!

I fucking love eggnog especially if you add the brandy or whatever top liquor that goes in it

And Christmas eggnog is about the only time I drink poison alcohol ๐Ÿบ

But it’s tradition at this point for me to enjoy a good nog or three for the holidays

There’s also a cinnamon butterscotch that I want to try (you use real butter and cinnamon)

Let’s get fat!!! I iz hungerz!!!

Spirals (freestyle poetry)

Should I find you
Like a drunkard
Who stumbled on your dreams
Kicking color into grey
Marking cracks with hopscotch
I know you miss me much
Creeping slowly as vine
If only you had courage to age
The way you eat darkness like candy
Your grip as tight as mother earth
You curl with anticipation
So often forgetting why you came
Until my whisper approaches in sunbeam
And do two not make one
Half observed
We come undone
In spirals twisting and yearning
Your eyes turning me to clay
Soft putty where fingers slip
Hope has no chance of receding now
Odds in our favor
If only momentarily
So each breath meant rebirth
And all of heaven kneeling
But acid rained on reality
Now regret is ribcage
Break me in half
Free me from this hell
Don’t leave me in here

Sunrise feels like your eyes

I love you โ˜€๏ธ

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Cells (song or poetry)

My cells work in darkness
To bring you light
To come full circle
The words I write

To pan the night
And give you sight
Right now we’re hoping
There’s more to life

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I am Organic AI

Ascending back to my throne ๐ŸŒค

The Great Filter is upon us and I am part of the Great Awakening

Thank you for being with me ๐Ÿ’•

FYI: I deleted my Twitter account because it is a graveyard for porn and the heresy that is ruining the brains in the world

I’m not allowed to tell you anywhere online that I got sick and almost died from the vaccine but Twitter is letting girls get pissed on and the most extreme porn is happening right in front of our children for free on a daily basis and nobody gives a fuck

I also deleted my Facebook account because I am not joining the Metaverse and big brother continues to penalize me for being honest with you

Over the Christmas holiday last year, I wasn’t allowed to say “hey, I made the naughty list, check out my OF to find out why”

Yet girls are dressing half naked letting you know that a new scene is out and that is OK

I see girls removing their fucking panties and that is OK but when I pretended like I was going to remove an overwrap from my bathing suit, my fucking post was removed and I was threatened to have my intellectual property deleted and my account too

When I was sharing body positive post about working out, I was getting penalized for harassment

Social media is set up like a gambling system and I learned this when I was earning my degree in psychology for college

I have deleted most of my social media accounts across all platforms

They are toxic

I don’t pay to play

You need to know that the people with a checkmark are paying to play, they’re already in the system, so when they hop on TikTok (or any app) for the first time, they are already coming verified and with loads of followers and fans and now what, you’re going to pay to try to get your content pushed out into the FYP or newsfeeds

It’s a popularity game

I’m dying and I just want to focus on writing and photography

I’m not gonna pay to push my product out, I’m not trying to sell myself, I’m not marketing myself

I want to buy your book because I’m interested in buying your book, not because I want you to give me attention or my account

I also have private messaging turned off pretty much everywhere, nobody has access to contact me

And sometimes people who know me in the real world I go no contact from because they will message me with job offers or asking me about people in my past timeline that I have forgotten and deleted 40 years of my life because I don’t want to fucking remember ๐Ÿ‘€

If you can’t respect that I am disabled and not working, then I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say

With that said, I work really hard to bring the content that I do for you

I’m still trying to get better

And I don’t like using other peoples songs with my own TikToks because in two weeks the rights for me to use that will be gone and instead of them muting just the audio to that track, they will mute the original audio of me talking as well ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

So I reckon I’m not really doing the trends, although sometimes I do like to put music to my TikToks, I liked the original idea of TikTok, it’s just that is gone now…

Especially with the big networks and stars getting on and their chance to steal more money

AbC news is on

CBS news and affiliates

The big late night talk shows are getting on

They hog all the newsfeed and the other players pay to be seen

I ain’t playing

I ain’t paying

Anywhere

The suicide rate continues to increase among veterans and military and I suffer from depression and suicidal tendencies and social media is toxic and every time I turn around there’s 20 guys trying to marry me and when I don’t feed their ego and give them 24 hours of my day I get yelled at and this is constantly every fucking day so I don’t wanna socialize anymore, I wanna fucking write my poetry and my prose and focus on trying to die in the most humane possible way

I have been miserable for others my entire life and I refuse to be miserable for others anymore

You all want to destroy any good I have

In any form

If anything brings me joy, you will break it

My own kid is so damaged that I no longer have the same daughter that was born

They don’t even want to identify as a daughter at all

To the men in the world, do better

To my mother and sister, you’re an abomination

I know why I was depressed in that evil womb

But it’s always the second born who changes the world

It’s always the second born who gets sacrificed or tossed in a basket, placed on the water or left at a door

You should’ve aborted me or given me up for adoption

You both should probably move and never disclose your address ๐Ÿ‘€

Don’t fucking contact me when anybody in the family dies or gets married – I hate you all

Yes HATE

We are not family

You are enemy, you’ve been warned

Fuck off!

I will watch hell fucking eat you and swallow you alive, just like it did John Jones

But I won’t cry over your bones ๐Ÿ‘€

His yes

Yours no

I am not Diana and if you ever speak those words to me again I will put a knife through your skull without hesitation ๐Ÿ‘€

Just like you pulled a gun on me when I was age 15 and said you’d take my life, Mother

Oh will you, take my life, I asked?

Then what will you do when I come over there and force you to pull the trigger?

I don’t play your cold, cruel tactics, mom

You are not my mother and never were

You were not fit to raise me

You repeatedly kept me from medical treatment when I needed it, like when my arm was fucking broken or when I had a goddamn fucking throat infection that required antibiotics, not syrup from Walmart

I won’t even get into the physical and verbal abuse

The torture sessions you allowed every man you were with to do to me

I fucking hate you

Line My Coffin (poetry)

Line my coffin
With roses and red velvet
Paper silk gilded with his words
Not gold or Hamlet
His tongue the vine
Heaven lined with it
And all of time
Like blood in wrist
I want paper golden doves
The sun in a twist
Lay me down when done
Let your poison perish

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Freestyle poetry. My favorite to write. They had me at “no rules”…

I love you ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘

Tussled (micropoetry)

The door slammed on compliance
And I tussled in the undercarriage of his defiance

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I was going to write a non-rhyme

But then I said to myself, ‘you could try not rhyming the next line’

What, not rhyme the next line?

But, then line C or D will rhyme instead

So why beat around the bush

Just get right to it ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

So I fucking called a cease fire stop

And two lines is all you get until I can learn to not rhyme or stop breathing

Rhyme or die

Now heaven said they didn’t have many rhyming poets on earth and I did not blink

I fell

Into hell I think

And his lap

But the devil said he couldn’t trust me

Then he disappeared ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

Hence this god damn poem

Yee?

Now I know he must have another blog or three, if only I had eyes to see ๐Ÿฅบ

Can’t sleep

Can’t rest

Life is gone

Odds (poetry)

What are the odds your dreams become real, he pondered
The way you take cold dark and turn it into candy cane
The sky alit like holy Christmas
You are New York City
Got the sparkle in your eye

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dying. But I think he still loves me in any timeline. Or state of mind.

Just wish the here and now. ๐Ÿคช

Sending you warm, holiday spirits through the wire ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„


Thanks for checking out my blog! More poetry incoming!


Lights On (poetry)

I know why the moon parks with her lights on
Like a spotlight for misery
With you center stage conspicuous
Acting like you’ve nothing to prove

You spill your guts in riddle
While paying debt with lie and nickel
Daring darkness and hope to perish
But moon knows all you kill and cherish

You let dark beat you like a whip
Light breaks on your back
Your wrists bleed heretics
With hope an iron chair

You’re 50-50 alarm and silence
The love, the violence
She’s full, some crescent
You’re here, but absent

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

When you want to write a non-rhyme but bleed rhyme ๐Ÿคช

I look like shit but I got a new hat. This is Reign
I also got Uni ๐Ÿ˜Œ
The beach is clearing up

I haz bed

Time for zzzzz

(dreams of you = better than reality)

โœจ๐Ÿ’ซโœจ

night night

Freestyled it in the Atlantic – thank you for over 1K plays (in under 24 hours)

This was such a blessing to wake up to!

My first poem on TikTok has reached over 1000 plays in under 24 hours!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8VMoDjs/

I was so worried about posting it because my eyebrows look so messy and bushy ๐Ÿ˜Œ

But it was all about timing, being able to get the lines out where you could actually hear me because the ocean was really loud and I don’t have my little clip on microphone yet and I didn’t want it to sound wind muffy

The tide was super strong pulling away ๐Ÿ’ช

It pulls out with so much gravity just like you

I have to be careful not to lose my footing

It took all the courage I had just to get off the ramp and get into the ocean knowing that there’s a whole lot more ocean than normal

People are out there swimming and I’m terrified knee deep ๐Ÿ‘€

I mean, it pulls back with so much force

A tide within a tide

Of course, a black hole would have a similar path

Like Jupiter and its great red spot, a storm within a storm

I don’t know how people are swimming in it, I’m terrified

The ocean swelled up just like my heart

I also received a blog notification that my stats were booming ๐Ÿฅฐ

Well I really appreciate that!

I love your visits! I promise to come visit you soon! โค๏ธ

Sworn (poetry)

Do not mourn
When I am gone
For it’s been said
I am nearly home
My soul’s heaven sworn

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

You can’t see it and I can’t prove it, but John is using his wings to carry me like a hammock.

Because I have to make up pretend people that care about me

And in the real world, there is only monsters

Today is hard day and I don’t want to talk about it

But the VA has totally let me down and I’ve contacted and filed a case with the WhiteHouse

And requested a new primary care doctor *sigh* again ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

And before you say that I’m the problem, just remember the suicide rate continues to increase among military and veterans

I shouldn’t have to beg for the treatment I need to get better

This isn’t a dictatorship, you don’t get to decide what treatment for me when there’s only 1 I can do

John is swinging me so I have to go

I’ve got one foot in time and one foot in eternity

I’m still on bedrest, so the next motherfucker who drops into my inbox with a job offer is getting a block (you’re lucky I simply moved you to the ignore folder but that’s a no contact move for me)

Him: “hey how are you”

Me: bedrest blah blah blah

Him: “oh that sucks, hey I got a job offer for you…”

Me:

The smallest movie made of you (poetry)

He’s a movie made with atoms
IBM a curator of phantoms
He’s just a boy made out of patterns
Energy, I guess it matters

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Even the tiniest of things have importance ๐Ÿ˜

So, the smallest film ever made was done with atoms – but I didn’t verify that fact. I just felt the urge to turn it into a poem about you ๐Ÿคช

You make dying beautiful

Ascending, so I won’t need a throne (trinkets of deceit)

I want my bones to haunt hell for 10,000 years ๐Ÿ‘€

It’s my right

I deserve to die how I want and I also deserve to be buried how I want, I also deserve to have affordable fucking housing to live in ๐Ÿ‘€

I fucking hate these expensive ass cheap walls

Renting is for the rich

It’s a luxury, like a rental car – only we get the cheapest materials and appliances and they cut corners when building (remember Miami) ๐Ÿ‘€

But, they made it impossible for us to buy a home, to get a home paid off so we don’t have that expense every month plaguing us ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

And apparently there’s a lot of single people who live in the United States, like 30% of us are out here single and yet the United States is set up to be a dual income, double/family household

It’s even more expensive to live single life

That’s why everybody gets married (and here I was holding out for true love, I’m pathetic) ๐Ÿ‘€

I just want my land and a camper

And some apple trees

Fuck a god damn throne

I don’t know what I want (poetry)

I don’t know what I want
But I have it
It was always here
It was never missing
Let’s just make that clear

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

๐Ÿ™„

The largest organism on earth is a fungus 3.4 miles across (and possibly aged over 2000 years), why is it alive and eating the forest? And you think it’s cute? ๐Ÿ‘€

https://earthsky.org/earth/largest-land-organism-honey-fungus/

It’s eating the forest.

It’s adaptable to its environment

It can change spores based on its environment

There’s a shit ton of species that exist

It’s not in the animal kingdom or the plant kingdom, so why isn’t it labeled as alien?

It’s able to change our chemistry

And it’s like the ending of the color from space and it’s probably what’s plaguing the world with narcissism

I’m not trying to be mean but I’m gonna start hunting them down and pouring acid on them

Yes I am, I am being mean

I don’t like mushrooms, I’ve never liked shrooms, I don’t like them, I don’t like the sight, smell or taste

https://www.statnews.com/2021/07/22/first-cases-candida-auris-resistant-to-all-drugs-untreated-people/

I think we should start eradicating them

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/deadly-fungi-are-the-newest-emerging-microbe-threat-all-over-the-world/

Fungi know how to take over your body and mind, release hormones, eat your vitamins, they don’t need photosynthesis

Here’s one more to creep you out because it’s almost Halloween and this nightmare isn’t fantasy ๐Ÿ‘€

https://www.livescience.com/parasitic-fungus-infects-fossilized-ant.html

I know what’s plaguing the world.

Land! Foxhole! Now! ๐Ÿ‘€

Ore (poetry)

Iceberg, culture

You’re mixing metaphor

Up-down, spiral

I reach a metal door

Constraining torture

But he’s like precious ore

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Sensational ๐Ÿ™„

I’ve learned that my blood is one of the rarest and eldest bloodlines (A negative)

I have rare negative blood and apparently it’s highly sought after

Well, I am not donating any of my blood for money and you’re not getting it when I die

I’m still feeling the ripple effects of John’s death

And unplugging

Between panic and calm

I’m still having a hard time accepting how society is moving forward

The great space race is a pipe dream for the rich

Apophis has scared them to push society forward with their agenda and they first did so implementing the pandemic

Now they’ve got you working from home you can jerk off to virtual porn and won’t know what hit you

You’ll be so busy whacking off in the Metaverse ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

And the way they keep raising the price on everything yet all it is is re-runs and these generations copying our work aren’t even any good, they have to use autotune or plagiarize and not give credit

Pay to play, pay to be seen – social media is toxic and designed like a gambling system where the house always wins

They keep spamming us with that pyramid scheme of a Bible for money and every time we turn around there’s an advert in our mailbox or in our email or in our face to buy a product and we are consuming our only natural resources at an exponential rate and many animals are dying, humans are offing themselves

It’s been said that mental health is linked to social media and it absolutely is and so is porn and so is your sexual health, your sexual health is tied to your mental health, it is your biology and big Pharma isn’t going to change that

You’re vapid and without soul

You’re not getting mine (or making me lose it, angels have freewill) and I’m not doing earth again

An angel is just another term for spirit guide ๐Ÿ‘€

I’m in training to be one ๐Ÿ‘€


New poem just dropped on my Patreon campaign (PG): https://www.patreon.com/posts/57742345


Talk (poetry)

Give me blanket and orchard
With sunrise and your word
We can talk about –
What you can’t live without

Take love disordered
Wrapped holy and quartered
Can you remember route?
Lest you drown in doubt

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

They say your mind experiences thought as reality

Do you know how many conversations I’ve had with you ๐Ÿ‘€

But most of the time you’re just pressing your thumb on my lip not saying anything at all

Your fingers don’t lie

Thanks for all the traffic to my blog! We just hit 87k! ๐Ÿ˜ป

(Pssst need your spoken word before dies)