Cotton

I took to you like cotton
With heart-shaped leaves growing in the sunlight
Softly floating over your daydreams
Passing you by in a warm summer breeze

I gave you hope like fiber spun
Kept the moon aglow
Even after all you’ve done
I let the love still flow

I took to you like electrostatic
Blue lightning in my wing
Racing across your ever clear eyes
The way mountains pierce the top of skies (to see what you have seen)

I gave you melancholy shaped pillows
In everfields growing green
Vivid color for your rainbow
To keep you feeling lean
Kept your secrets in stow

© Delia Ross. 2021 /@poeeternal

Little side fact: I was born in the cotton capital of the world! Good ole Greenwood, Mississippi. I am a southern belle. 😚

This poem is kind of all over the place but I just needed to write something after the last 48 hours I’ve had. Phew.

Still love the dude. Welp.

I would apologize for having a meltdown today but like enemies…

I may likely have another meltdown or 3 but hey it’s better than dying on the street like Poe!!

But also, the story of Romeo and Juliet was not filled with roses. It was filled with poison. Love is dirty.

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Delivery

I delivered my heart to you
On sunbeams traveling under moonlight
Perched like stars in the night
My soul broody from day
I called to you in raging storms and hurricanes
I left clawmarks all along your names
Softly with the flutter of a firefly
Flickering in your dreams
I came like a herd and with thunder
Tiny feet to pull you under
I crawled through windswept deserts
Sleeping under doom
I risked all to bring holiness to you
Like a lone desert flower filled with hope
And all the comfort you can evoke
I came with tidal waves
Gushing from love
A tsunami rushing for your word
The way heaven is mimicked with your verb
And galaxies crumbling under your voice
As if we had any choice

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Really sorry about the previous post deletion. Twice I’ve inadvertently published something simply by opening up the WP app. Had a proper meltdown too.

Anyhoo, this was freshly written before the meltdown. Freestyle ‘after midnight’ poetry.

Me after publishing something I wasn’t ready

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Division

Amongst these ranks division
Our world ablaze in ruin
And I stand burning wishin’
The fire meant more to you

Watch you divide with precision
I’ve been cut in two
Galaxies set for collision
Now darkness can pursue

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Left me in the dark. Welp.


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Urgency

You’re like the urgency a forest fire needs
And I dependent on its breeze
The way a fire needs air to breathe
You give Earth its speed

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Flawless

I watched how souls he’d harvest
I saw where he fell hardest
I know how hope will tarnish
My love he’s flung the farthest

I fear the words he promised
I see he’s never honest
The truth the pain I harness
I thought though he was flawless

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Game over. Flawless victory.

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Miscataloged

Have you ever felt the cold night move over you like fog
Like lace covered in unholy smog
You’re not the boy at all I thought
You’re not the hope that I had sought

The Great Expansion
The Great Divide
The Great Unearthing
All I despise

From written word to analog
Or being threatened to back off
Then having no dialogue
I guess I’ve been miscataloged

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I hate when people misplace me. How dare they. Pff.

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Avid

I once held him like constellations
I ate his ripened fruit full of temptations
Like when you are feeling loved in all the locations
He was my biggest wonder in all of the nation’s

I was a most avid reader
Growing like cedar
Never needed a breather
Now I am neither

© Delia Ross. 2021 /@poeeternal

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Absolute Zero (inside the mind of a poet)

Look at how you carve through precious stone-
You go from cherished to disowned!

If this is how you treat what you cherish-
Spear the love, see if it will perish?

Cherished muse-
You have 20 more to replace for every one you lose!

Let me tell you what you wish;
A face you really could cherish!


He can turn water into poison
You’ll never know you were chosen
He can turn truth into erosion
He’s got fire but it is frozen

Don’t call on him to have pity
You won’t find any in his city
Crossing wires like love is infinity
He is guilty

He’s not bold
He’d whimper and fold
He looks old
But that’s the price of cold?

It’s a balancing act
Trying to remain intact
After privacy is lacked
And seeing through any mask


How did all these years come to pass
Living hour by hour under glass
When did mere living come last
Crawling these circles full mask

How many roads of lies were paved
When did summer turn to grave
Too broken or damned to save
“Regret” on tomb engraved


She’s got everything hasn’t she?
She has his time, admiration, and money.
Still, she’s confused on who to be.
Meanwhile, I’m a fish out of water,
He doesn’t care if I die or breathe


I got iron steel regret
How heavy can it get?
I’ll find out yet
Weighing every bet

Pinching any nerve left
I’ll fail each and every test
I’m the very best at less
I’m the best at less!!!


I do terrible things
For love
In everything absent of –
I don’t rise above


If only disappointment were a page to turn
If dismay were a sunray
But I chew on bitterness
Bewildered from his poison seed

I pack worry in a suitcase
Toss my rainboots in a tree
Laced with lies received
It’s how I bleed


I sometimes think you are many faces
Filling spaces
Second bases
All these places

You assemble hope in tied up laces
Watching over me like the moon in phases
Carrying me over trouble through midnight races


Love is like the beginning and end


There will be no headstone
No grave
From life to dust
I’m not okay


Deny me love. I will appeal.


I’ve been berated
Words sophisticated
Now time is hated
Black holes where waited
Hours wasted
Love is not how it tasted
Love is not how it tasted


At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been
And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in


Could fit all I am in a tiny box
Cheap, won’t cost a buck
Disposable and out of luck
And for me, he doesn’t give a fuck


Well thank you for leaving me where I didn’t want to be.


He’s been charged with possession of stolen property.


You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Treat darkness like an overpass

Lay down a red carpet full of glass
Ask the Sun if it’s okay to bask
Precious love is always last

You turn a word into a ton of weight
Can make a damaged heart dilate
Stop all of hope with an iron gate
And take holy love to desecrate

You can lead a comet through a narrow path
Make an angel take a dirty bath

I’ve seen the dead rise from the ink you spill
Not even god can escape the gravity of your will
You dig tunnels just for thrill
See how many you can kill


Come to me
By frothy sea
Shine your light
I fancy thee


Red shift, blue shift
I don’t give a shit


I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon
Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running
Your lies only come by the dozen
You can knock but you can’t come in
The darkness covers all but it’s my coven
You ain’t welcome here again


I’m having trouble facing things
Or how the sorrow becomes permanent encasings
Though a bullet to the skull wouldn’t phase me
A daily crucifixion, the only life I’m facing


You’re cruel
Using me as your fuel
You’re not my tool


I drink from the carton
And I never show my enemy just how I’m hurtin’
I draw the curtain
And if you catch me taking a nap
Are you for certain?


I’m a rib from your side
A curse like Dracula’s bride
Or Bonnie and Clyde
I drink your love like cyanide
Mixed with hope and rhyme


Cut the cord yes I certainly did
Filled my home with darkness so thick I hid
Over valleys of crying I skid


Death and chaos is order
Loving him made me older
Even a glowing moon can’t comfort the way you smother
You’re a terrible lover
Always lying under cover
You don’t love her
You have only mind to wonder
Less a heart just feet with thunder
Get going you monster


Well, how much more dead can you get?


I don’t know what it’s like to be desired
If I had purpose it’s now expired
My wings expand but heart is tired
Tell me what in life is required?


Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?


Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy?
You let me crash on your soul in frenzy
I’m dizzy
Did you not need me?

Did you know moons were glowing with envy?
Heartache cost not a penny
But I got plenty
If you need any?


Gone
But left my heart to disassemble on its own
I left it rotting on your throne
Caring too much for desensitized bone
Lust your carried tomb
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown


Got dressed up all like I had no where to goes-
But I did and I do, I have people to impose


There are parts of me that are dying
Fragile cells multiplying
Swamps forming from lying
Weeping willows heard crying


Edges of time his mind
I go missing every time
His rhyme
Holding me to crime
His line
Wishing on a dime


Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met
Heaven is risky but I took the step
You feel like eternity in an instance
Gotta keep our distance


Every day there’s some new tragic fate with you.


Evolve or repeat.


Why hold on to something when all our sums have failed
Why give me any hope when there’s holes within my sails


I fell in love with a monster
Spying on ways he would watch her
Twisting and burning for answer
Changing moments to cancer


I can smell the lie on his tongue
I can see the tar clear in his lung
I know every direction he’s coming from
I know evil is where he sprung

I can see his shadow hanging low
Like a spider crawling slow
He’s not here to help you grow
A web of lust his afterglow

He brings you presents wrapped as lies
When dressed as shame he’ll change
devise
To maintain charm he’ll risk goodbyes


God they’re all the same
Using lies to earn your trust
We’re just a game
You think you know their name
Then learn the truth now you’re to blame


God says I can’t save them all-
Focus on the stars, I know about the stars
So I’m on my knees, I wallow in these scars

God says, watch how the colors bleed-
How it’s flowing free
We’re only allowed pockets of energy


Stop serving good vibes to those deserving of goodbyes


If only there were a fence that lead me to your green pastures.
Or if love were the grandest gestures.

Would it cease our need of treasures?
And increase in heart our pleasures?


I’m hanging onto life with all I have left
And you I’m clinging to with every single breath


He grew obsessed after every loss
The thing he loved, became his cross
Still over mountains, he gave it all
And how he sweat, she never saw


From the top, to the bottom, to rising again
Deserted deserts, losing treasures, our feet have been
Over powered, over run, still fit to win
The trouble with hope, it burrows under your skin


How can heaven weigh this?
Are you not why heaven fell?


How many lies are you leading
The light receding
And was I ever in your field of needing?
How many lives proceeding


How wave after wave pummeled
Darkness fully tunneled


I don’t want to be known for the wars I fought –
Or the hate I taught


I don’t belong here
With the putrid
Though the dead more alive

I bit more than I can chew
I am stupid
Got the devil in my crew

I invited evil to dance
Then got muted
The devil in a trance

I see through mask like a pattern
Deeply rooted
Though in the dark he was my lantern


He has to be very careful
Of who, of what, of when, of why
Every step he makes is sterile
Of love, of care, of hope, or I


I am replaceable
A traveler straight to erasable
He is obsessed with her
And her and her
But me it’s always never


I can handle extreme pressure under fire
But put me in the cold and I will expire

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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In The Mud

Look at you
Dragging me in the mud, the blood
The hell I put you through

Look at all the shit I do
And crying a flood
You’re stuck like glue

I got names but question who
Look at how you act a stud
Now every moment under review

Look at how we equal two
But I’m growing like a spud
So you spit and chew

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t mind that I’m a bit dirty lol. To be fair, the potato is my favorite vegetable. I am a special spud growing in his existence. Am I the root of all evil? 😀😏😆

Our garden of the damned?

*laughs insanely*

Damn, now I want some mashed potatoes. Or chips. Fries. Twiced baked. Salad. Soup. GIVEMAH!!

In other news, I live in an apartment complex that sounds like a war zone and I need to move. Anxieties.

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Prayer

Have you ever fed on hope
The way you spoon it to me in soft crescent words
I’ve seen your shadow dancing in twilight
I wake for your golden hour
Any hour
Melting into sunrises
You lower heaven on my shoulder
So I can skip through its halls and miss prayer
Watch how my hope crosses dimensions to find you resting at my feet
We are nesting on a great divide
Where dreams are real life
Hearts a multiverse
Parts of my soul where you left claw marks
Sacred holy landmarks
I pray to you

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love you. 😍

Connection

I’m having trouble with connection
Like leaving the light on
Keep losing affection
Even with light gone

Face changing complexion
Forgiving his one wrong
When needing perfection
Not facing delights dawn

Still failing inspection
Why hands are withdrawn
Evading the question
Then lying with a yawn

Been nursing obsession
I’m sleeping on his lawn
Or chasing rejection
While writing the wrong song

© Delia Ross. 2020

To everyone who followed me and unfollowed me in 2020, I got your back… 👍

Goodbye 2020. Fuck you.

Polaris

Every night my dreams fall to you in phases
You gift me hope in gentle giant phrases

You shine on me as bright as Polaris
You write me words like I am their heiress

You tour my dreams and turn my heart to satin
You tread the dark and leave me trails which brighten

You take my fright and turn it into lightning
You are the reason my pen continues writing

© Delia Ross. 2020

My last good rhyme of the year. Ending strong.

I love you! 😍


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The Grand Scheme of Things

He was atomic
A void not peaceful
Though wasn’t static
But like lightning falling
He was enigmatic
Though loving him
Proved problematic

She was barren
A desert without form
So tired of caring
Or like a planet roiling
Could hear her swearing
And if you caught a glimpse
Her wing was wearing

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Crossroad

I can feel your thoughts breathing on me
The street light flickers in morse code
I think I know what you know
So the moon gives me her glow

I can feel your hope leaning on me
Your sunlight trickles through the cold
You’re changing mode, ready to reload
I’m at a crossroad

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s Christmas Eve and I realized I hadn’t written at all today so here you go…

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Willow

First off, if you haven’t seen the film High Life, you should. I had a love-hate relationship with it when I watched it a few months ago, but it was one of those movies I had to watch again and again. And the end credit song sung by actor Robert Pattinson is sublime. I think it’s safe for you to at least listen to the song if you haven’t seen the film (or ever want to).

That movie is so bizarre I really don’t think the song will give anything away. Since the lyrics were freestyle, I wrote my poem freestyle as well. Can’t escape the rhyme tho. Welp.

When writing my version, I tried to keep with the same theme of the film for the most part. I’m big into sci-fi. 👍

You can watch/listen to the original theatrical song sung by Pattinson here.

So, my prompt was the film and music. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything like this before (prompts). But I’ve wanted to. So alas, my version… 👇

Willow, where are you rushing now?
Willow, where are you rushing now?

Over broken glass, through the blasphemy,
Do you follow it downstream?
What’s reality?

Willow, do you feel no pain?
Willow, are you still hiding shame?

In the hollow light, past infinity, do you think of me?

Willow, are you stretching my dream?
Willow, am I what I seem?

When I’ve lost defense, and there’s hopelessness, is there nothing real?
Are we moving still? Is there destiny?

Willow, how can you stand the night?
Willow, can you feel what’s right?

A tender will?
A wish
Nothingness

© Delia Ross. 2020

Completely inspired by the song “Willow” from the film ‘High Life’.

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The Red Sea

If my lips were to touch your lips, would the Red Sea open up and part?

And in following your trail of clues, would it lead me to your heart?

If I rest my head on your soul, will love begin to sail?

And hope is the starlight we both would inhale?

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

I love kissing you in my waking dreams

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One Day

There might come a time, on some lonely and cold evening
When you feel your life had no meaning
You were never nothing in her mind

I hope one day you can remember
After all the chills colder than December
You were the field she could unwind

When on shoulders death you take to leaning
And so to life desperately clinging
You were the reason her wing refined

So if you fall to death not believing
Until an angel comes intervening
She’ll be the hand you fall behind

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Death and dying brings out so many emotions. When facing mortality, those big questions on the purpose of life come about, and often the non-religious will find comfort in religion. A lot of atheist will find God in the end and this actually happened to one of my favorite bands, Peter Steele, who found God in his end. You can watch videos of him talking about it on YouTube and read about it in articles. I still have a hard time listening to Type O Negative since Peter Steele died and they’ve been one of my favorite bands since I was 16. He was only 48 when he died. I’m 42. Welp. This is my last decade. I will not make it to 50. At this point surviving 2020 will be a fucking miracle.

I still don’t know if I said what I was trying to say because I was busy crying and blowing my nose.

I was trying to say that you saved my life and gave it meaning, when all the world had shunned me away on my darkest days.

I was trying to say something like, ‘you were there for me in my end, so I’ll be there for you in yours’ (whether by faded memory, poetry, or physical form).

Slept in me makeups and then washed it all off with me tears.

When you think that your life doesn’t matter, remember that you made mine matter. You gave me sight and purpose. You opened my soul. You saved one of God’s precious angels.

I can’t write like the greats but we are definitely a modern day Romeo and Juliet. 😭😭😭

Wait… Except, nothing you write is for me so just forget everything I just said… brain injury > fantasy head

You make me write the most ridiculous, mushy poetry though. It’s all relative (see what I just did). You matter.

I forever heart you.

If this damn disease doesn’t kill me something will. I just wish I could be hearing your stories in my end, or at the very least, your heartbeat (with my head on your chest as I take my final breath). Not asking for much, am I? 😫😭😭😭

If this is your first time coming to my blog, I’m pretty certain I have better pictures and videos of me than of me crying. But whatev.

My writing career is going to go one of two ways, either I’m going to keep doing it or I’m going to pack it all in. If you’d like to support me, you know where and how. I’m still past due on bills and need to eat but whatever.

Laughing stock of zee world…

He Said, She Said

He said, they really never spoke
Still galaxies were forming from words they wrote
Feathers were pluming where islands were looming
And oceans were filling where she woke

He said, his life was but a cloak
Still volcanoes were smoking where they mope
Mountains were pulling, where islands were cooling
And it took all he had to give her hope

He said, life is but a joke
Still clouds were crying where she broke
Skies filled with lightning, where stars were aligning
And around her head was love instead of rope

He said, nothing could help him cope
Still ink was spilling on pages they soak
Earth was evolving, where love was revolving
And his hand was the only hand she’d grope

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

Carl Jung

Opposites attract. Yin and yang. Positive and negative. Me and you.

I’m gone and I’m forgotten
I’m gone like I never existed at all

Sidenote: I still love you. I’m learning to love the distance too (because you’re not the only one who tells lies).


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Heaven Sighed

My love –

This is where our world’s collide
You the sun and I the tide
This is why we fail goodbye
You the earth and I its bride
This is why fate complied
I took root in your sky
This is how heaven sighed

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Putting all the love in the line. If you could love me, how would you love me?

Dramatic celestial music cue

Love eludes me.


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Keys of the Kingdom

Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.

Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.

It’s finally cold enough in Florida for winter hats. (I’ll make any excuse to wear a hat, sometimes 3 at a time. I iz weirdo).

The only thing that matters is now.


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Control (Freestyle Spoken Word TikTok video)

New freestyle poetry dropped on my TikTok

You think you’re in control because I need your money?
You think I believe the lies you spread like honey?
I could leave without a care, my world would still be sunny!
The devil won’t even challenge me, says I’m the perfect study!!

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Nevermind me. Busy pushing everyone the fuck away.

Full link to my new freestyle spoken word TikTok video: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJbwn8qo/

Welp.

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The Truth (I Lie)

Our love is science fiction
I wrap your love around my vein
It’s called addiction
Still the power you contain
I’ve got affliction
But I love you all the same
So I keep wishing
On stars I knew your real name
And I keep itching
In places where you came
A crucifixion
But I lie and call it rain
A contradiction
When the truth makes my soul wane

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Welp. 15460 days old and still not learning universal lessons. 😭

On a positive note, I have no grey hairs.

But 2020 is pushing my temperament.

I don’t know how to give up something I’ve never had.

I don’t know where to put all this love. 😭😭

Trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe. 😭😭😭

Welp.


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King Bush

So far in life
He’s as high as it gets
Not a king perched on strife
He hasn’t got any debts

There’s more than meets the eye
With dance in his silhouettes
He’s a gallop across the sky
Wistful clouds with pirouettes

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Nevermind me. Just dreaming of better days like concert gigging and hugs from my king… 😍


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Scowl

You’ve got a scowl that drains the mood out of a moon
Still the stars will wander, hoping to see you soon
You’ve got a hundred million ways, to make the clouds swoon
You exhale and turn continents into doom

© Delia Ross. 2020

May or may not be a true story. It’s like his pen is judge and juror. And I am the crime. Welp. Does anybody still read rhyme? 😭

Is there anyone I haven’t pushed away? 😭

It takes like iron will to not think at all…

I’ve got rust-free iron walls. 😭

Welps. Can’t even produce a non-rhyme. 😭


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One And All

Look at all these sides
Subtractions into fractions
Division by walls

Like disappearing actions
We chop as if distractions
When truth is we need them one and all

Now counting our reactions
And fleeing into factions
We never considered the cost of these halls

Hearts squeezed into contractions
All while pleeing we need extractions
But never heeding to any calls

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

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Lifelines

Love it travels in a sphere
But you were like a souvenir
To prove the world was here
You changed the atmosphere

Look at how hope appeared
A reminder of sincere
That we’re alive in here
The very reason to persevere

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

How is it I know so much about love when I don’t know a thing about it at all!?! 😏

Like gravity. We don’t know exactly how or why it works. We just know it effects spacetime. Just like his existence bends and warps mine.

Welp. Escape velocity null. Stuck on this planet with people I don’t like. 😩

I mean, I do like but I don’t wanna! 😵

It’s complicated… 😑

I’m not gonna live forever and I need to get back to creating. I need to turn this pain into a monument (of words and art).

I don’t believe I’ll live to see 50. Clock ticking.

Y’all ever see a rainbow stretched across a sky for over 6 minutes? Yeah but this was a double rainbow: https://youtu.be/M07CyzyUlhA

Still blown away. I’m into nature. There are people who care not one bit for the moon or any natural wonder. Let alone a rainbow.

Me on the other hand. I turn into a little girl. That’s because I never grew up. Not gonna.

I still think it was my dad telling me goodbye. I just didn’t know he had passed until an hour later (if).

LIFELINES.

(Better than becoming fish bait. I gotta get back to writing. Yelled at the mom and therapist).

Really itching to pick up my guitar tho.

The CDC says the pandemic is getting worse.

My depression is getting worse.

And asteroid Apophis is on like 2 or 3 return trips back to us.

Uhm, we’re 2000 lightyears closer to the center of a blackhole.

Politics give me hellof anxiety.

Somethings wrong with the world, am I the only one to feel it?

I gotta quit reading the news.

Paranoia.

Uhm, my hairs is getting ridiculously long. Down or up it’s in the way. 😏
Fine silks homegrown from my skull. I can’t wait to start updating my wardrobe. Get photos n vids. More tattoos n piercings. Make cool cosplay. Wanna sell my computer and get a laptop. A better phone n camera. New editing software. Updates. 2021 = year of transformation. Not sure how to pull off the tattoos and piercings if the economy is still closed but everything else is doable. I’m desperate for my makeover from Soldier and businesswoman to me. My Jeep needs a little TLC too. Gonna share it all. Thanks for seeing me while I’m alive. And supporting me while I’m alive. That gives me feel good vibes. =)

Trying not to die from depression or be dead for days before anyone knows. I still don’t know about my dad so I’m treading the earth lightly. I’m here but I’m not. Dig? 😭😭😭

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Wanderers

How does he manage to find me in his thoughts?
But then it makes me wonder how many dreams he has to cross?
When burning down his bridges does he ever feel a loss?
And when he’s out there wandering, is it me he’ll come across?

How many deserts will it take him to push me in Earth’s past?
But then it makes me wonder how long it ever lasts?
Been cutting ties so long our dreams have come to pass?
And I swore I heard hope’s echo but it flew by life too fast…

©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

How many bridges will you burn to keep my dreams from you? And will you ever learn, I’ll still find you when you do? Is that why you’ll likely, leave a clue or two? And when I’ve disappeared, does it leave you feeling blue?

Rhyme was a skill I picked up as a little girl to help battle me woes. And so it goes…

Survival skills. But also the art of language. Afflictions. Secret messages to my love? Poetry is code. Vibrations. Another form of energy. A path for my hope to flow.

“No hope = no fear”

PostScript. I’m not really here. I’m not really there. I’m not really anywhere.

But my last breath will be a half-written rhyme. Maybe in blood. Give it time.


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A Tide’s Breath Apart

…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)… …the theme of the poems I’ve been reading on people’s blogs seem to reflect this ‘strange day’ mood…

A Tide’s Breath Apart

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Lead

He appeared as flower
He was lead
A vision of power
Though was dead

Atop a tower
Skin was shed
Still every hour
Lies were said

A sky or cower
Appearance is dread
Every soul he will devour
To sin he’s pled

I fear his evil scour
The darkness he fed
And underneath the devil’s bower
More evil was bred

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Sometimes I wonder if I peered into Pandora’s box or if I am Pandora’s box. Uhm, my eyes bleed.

The fall from heaven is a terribly long one. Helps.

My cousin makes chocolate – she has a business she started up but it’s local to her only. But she sent me a box for Thanksgiving. It’s still hot as hell in Florida so she was worried about sending me chocolate afraid it would melt. She put a little cool pack in it and it arrived safely and I made a little video! I’m obsessed with chocolate, FYI. Hook me up with an IV please. 😜
They are delish! She has a gorgeous little set-up when she does local events. This is just a little chocolate selfie. Is that a thing? 😊
The names of the chocolates she made. I have a few left. Been trying to ration. May get more for XMAS now that we know they’ll arrive safely. I normally only get bills in the mail so I love receiving snail mail especially arts and food. 😍
My energy levels have been so low but I’m working in my studio today recording spoken word for my Patreon. About to hit up the Starbucks though because she also sent me a gift card and that coffee will be great today. Need that extra kick! 👊

Despite being tired, I wrote this poem this morning before I even brushed my teeth. Lazy has never been in my resume. Off to Starbucks – then recording in my studio!

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Wars

Do you think if silence had a sound, it would sound like my heartbeat next to yours?
Gently crashing on your soul like frothy shores?
Per chance the knocking were only open doors?
Would it end our wars?

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

I was going to write a non rhyme and then 5 seconds later this poem was born. Light-speeds!

Spiraling into nothingness like a cocoon

Elite. I live and breathe this shite. Eh, addictions. What can you do? The madness is the cure. I’ll eventually get another non-rhyme out of me. I’ve been trying to pull that bitch out!! Just don’t rhyme. Simple. Right? Eh, no. Not at all. 😣😑😮😣😏🙄

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*pen to vein* *inject all the feels* *euphoric* Oooh me wrotes another rhyme!!! It just fell out! Am I allowed to sometimes like the stuff that I write? Cuz this gave me a sweet tooth. You? 😍

I’ll get him to love me with curses and incantations 💔
Tell me

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It Is Written

What are your words if hollow and brittle?
What becomes of care when you show so little?
Then remove the lie from the middle-
Watch your honor fade and dwindle?

It’s time integrity took a stand
Purity is the only thing I’ve got in hand
I fell for your ruse, you’re just the better man?
But I can promise, it won’t happen again…

I’ve learned that love is simply a myth
And if you have a name, let’s call you Judas
Deception is every kiss
And betrayal, it’s written on your fist…

© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t even know who I’m talking to anymore. Judas Iscariot? Where’s my kiss?


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The Fall

Words were never said
Eyes peering like cement
He could see the rise and fall of her chest
Feel the heat of her heart with every breath Moving across the cold air
Her feet sizzling from where she fell
Took iron strength just to stand and stare

He moved taking a step toward her
As her body slowly extended upward
Pulling her wings in tighter
She was a fighter

He towered her petite frame
His breathing was met with flame
Expelling from the side of his lip
He had sin wrapped around his hip

He cast a glare on her like an eclipse
She was a rare sight in holy mist
How far from heaven she did exist
To fall on hell to feel his kiss

His hoof moved a step closer in
It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever been
Her desire never smelled of sin
For love she fell and she’d do it again

It’s as if all time existed in one evening
Her eyes were wet with fear and seething
Or maybe the reflection was mere envy
Whatever it was, he only could stop the bleeding

His step was sturdy with blight
He didn’t want to fill her with fright
And having better intentions despite
He lowered a knee becoming her knight

Love came to him in a clump
She brought the world to him in just one jump
They stood on eternity though ground was a dump
And with only a smile she gave him a bump

To be continued…?

How does eternity feel?
I love you

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Signs

There are signs posted with moss covering
Empty bottles where the devil is recovering
Dirty feathers all around in piles cluttering
And care is a word I hear you keep uttering

There are scabs where blood is spluttering
No cover for my mouth we are discovering
Though secrets are a map I’m not uncovering
And love is the only thing left hovering

© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t know why he hasn’t let me drown. He needs to push me to the bottom of the ocean.
Something about caring?
I iz monster. 😭 How to stop the need?

I iz bad. Past my expiration date? Losing me mind. One moment at a time.

DEPRESSION AWARENESS


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Free Will

How is it your heart has come to know softness?
Do oceans not turn to desert when I frown?
How are you able to turn eternity into a sound?
For when you speak I am bound.
Where you are breathing, I am found.
Why do you park heaven on a hill?
I can feel you pushing on me still.
I come undone so you can feel.
Though you won’t let my blood spill.
Collecting every single quill.
You move at free will.

© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t understand why people do the things they do. Biblical free will is one of the hardest lessons for me to learn.

I want to save you the way you’ve been saving me. You won’t let me. 😭

Is love suppose to hurt this much? 😭

I feel like I’m dying without you but like I am dying without you. 😭

I don’t want to die on the street and I don’t want to die without you. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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Into Darkness

Where am I to go
When life without you is all I’ll know
A galaxy out of control
A black hole forming in my soul

And how the skies envy her reign
I am lost all the same
Keep calling your name
Though I don’t know where to aim

Directionless, still my compass points to you
North, south, east, west; you’re all I’m into
Or how the space inside grew
When away you flew

Leaving me an island of despair
I’ve laid my soul out bare
Drowning on too much air
Believing you’ll never care

My love, pull the lights from me please
Have mercy
Into darkness help me ease
Give me eternal sleep

© Delia Ross. 2020

Let my heart be your final resting place.

Give me death or you


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The Lie

The lie it grew and grew and grew
I knew
I fell from heaven on the truth
Got stuck like glue
On every lie because of you
Oh, it hurts so much too
From empty bottle to fully blue
Hell mistook me for a fool

Your prayer dropped a clue
You envy youth
Now away it flew
Leaving you with tooth
How they accrue
Still every mask I cut through
It’s time I withdrew

© Delia Ross. 2020

Spent the night soiling the earth with tears begging the almighty to let me see what I need so I could be free. Didn’t understand the lesson that be. Crying to God, you can lead a demon to holy water, but you cannot make him drink!!!

Nearly drowning from all that makes me bleed. Suffocating on the very air that we breathe. He gave me new eyes to see. Your soul is empty. God cut me free (now whose lying).

The truth hurts worse than the lie
Telling lies to myself. That’s not you. It’s someone else. It’s his brother. I’m crazy! Seeing what I wanna! I seem to like you no matter who you are. Which makes me not like you very much!! 😭😰😭
I wish I could believe my own lie when I say I don’t love you.
The truth hurts worse than the lie.
Oh, God forgive me! I still love you, I do! 💔
Cursed like Mina Tepes to always love you. 💔

Sidenote: I’ve been in some sort of weird rhyme scheme where I limit my vocabulary even more than I normally do when rhyming. I don’t rhyme just to rhyme, that’s where people fall flat. There’s probably a name for what I’m doing but brain damage. Losing my mind. I see way more than I want to see with my third eye and I’ve never been so fucking depressed or lonely in my life and it’s not that I don’t like my own company because I do – that’s why I’m isolated. I’m growing ever more suicidal and out of fucks to give. But doing the rhyme scheme like I did above, that shit is hard, yo.

I was also at a place where I was worried about using the same words that I had already used before and then I decided to just let that go.

I’ll probably be jumping off the Eiffel fucking Tower reciting some last words you know. Eh. CR CR CRAZZZY out of fucks to give.

Words are the only thing left holding me together.

Oh, you thought that was just a line?

The only thing I’m staying alive for at this point is the Matrix 4. And maybe another hug from Gavin Rossdale cuz he’s like my fountain of youth. I sniffed his neck once, I’m so fucking weird!!!! I think I wanted a bite 😩

I’m sure he’d like that but not while he’s singing to thousands of people!

Then again, this is me. I could get away with murder just with my smile. 😊

I am 1000% insane crazy because I’m literally in love with dracul even tho he’s a fucking monster. Rip my fucking heart out. At least Mina got laid!!!!! She died by suicide, FYI!!!

SHE WAS REAL!!!! *laughs insanely*

Dracul is still very much feared in his land. I wanted to get married in Transylvania or there about.

Love isn’t real, is it? You never really loved me.

*dives off tower*


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Wish

I go from flatline
To hips shaking engorging my mind
He is insanely fine
Light-speeds of love climbing my spine
Images burning between time
All hell then divine
Wish I could call him mine

© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t want to feel things
FrownGarden
Crazy obsessed. Need a rubber room. Or maybe just some love? Attention? Be seen!?! But, I’m not thick and he doesn’t know I exist. Just like she doesn’t know or care that he exists. But she gets all his attention. I CAN’T compete with porn. I wasn’t born with that kind of body. I’m not working out 24/7 just to enhance my ass or training my butthole with a plug so it could take four dicks in it so he’s not interested in me at all. My body / existence does nothing for him. I’m not enough. Never was enough for mankind. Tired of breathing. So lonely. Unloved. He doesn’t care or see me. Invisible. 😭😭😭

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Hanging By

I’m verified
Terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side

Crucified
No reason why
Don’t care to cope
It’s suicide

He’s all a lie
Too tired to try
Life is a rope
I’m hanging by

I’m verified
But terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
My jealous side
I’m hanging by
My jealous side
It’s suicide

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @PoeEternal

Maybe I’m gone. Maybe it’s like I don’t exist at all.
Wet hairs. Had a bath. Clean but found a new way to hurt.
If I could be who you wanted all the time
<frowngarden>

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Tug-of-war

He watches me
The way time moves over my feet
My doors opening and closing
Peering into the window of all I am exposing
Playing tug-of-war with hearts decomposing
My third eye all-knowing

He watches you
Catching me in view
And what we do
We’re split in truth
Well, who knew?
I guess he loves me too 💕

© Delia Ross. 2020


To be honest, I’m still a tiny microorganism. Compared to my love for you. Like all the dark matter in the universe, it just grew. Space equals truth. 💕

I love you. I hate you tug-of-war

I’m staying. I’m leaving tug-of-war

I’m empty. You’re in me tug-of-war

I’m pulling. You’re tugging tug-of-war

I’m sorry I’m mean to you. I don’t want to cry anymore. Don’t retaliate. 😭😭😭


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Martingale

My love –

You hold me on your back the way earth holds all creation
Changing earthquakes to calm lakes
Sunrise to reason
I’m freestyling steps while doubling the stakes
Love is cold but still in season
Dancing over simmering aches
You’re stepping over treason
Bleeding to stay awake
Though love is like a beacon
I’m all in- whatever it takes
Because you’re all I’m ever needing

© Delia Ross. 2020

Tell me, are you all in? Fold?
If it keeps on raining/ the levee’s going to break 🎵🎶🎵
If it keeps on raining/ the levee’s going to break 🎵🎶🎵
Holding onto youth with all that I am. A pure soul. No greys yet!!!! You gonna raise yer bet????

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Got Him (or maybe he has me)

Not only does he listen
I got him by the teeth
And in his world I glisten
While dancing on his feet

His love has no conditions
So solid like concrete
It seems his only mission
Is loving me complete


Walking tightropes
Over every word wrote
Using lines to balance
Darkness and failed hope
Taking steps to fall
But then don’t
He pushes me across the wire
His back gropes
The world crying I’m a joke
But he won’t


He is a cosmic jewel
Longing felt under moon
A hope or two
A dream in blue

Earthly views
The perfect muse
The love I choose
Someone I can’t refuse

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Worth

He says, I ain’t worth a penny
Still eyes will stare, I am trendy
Fingers counting more than twenty
See me now, I am plenty

Spat on, shined up with envy
Tossed in water ever gently
Down into a well, my only entry
They all say that they don’t need me

© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

I freestyle write my poetry 90% of the time and always tweak stuff during the WP posting process. Actually, my voice will change based on my writing tools, which is one reason I want to get offline and get on a typewriter again. Starting to pick up pencil again too. And pen. Hope to move back into calligraphy. I have all my tools, just no energy or drive (depression). Hard to brush my teeth on most days and not dive off the bridge here that I’ve been contemplating doing since I arrived here and recently an 18 year old kid jumped off it last year. Right off the overpass onto the interstate I was driving on. A constant reminder the world is shit. I feel that. He made his point known. I knows. I feel worthless too. Hence poem + depression. Le sigh. I really could use a gig this year. The uni trying.
Bush = happiness (and Gav really likes me coming to his shows and I really like going to his shows even tho I act an ass of myself and curse him sometimes- yep he still likes me coming tho I make an absolute ass of myself) KING 👍
I worship Bush (have since the early 90s). Look how Gavin Rossdale spelled my name, the first time we met (in 2016). With a little anarchy sign on the A followed by a little heart. UHM, I GET HEARTS BY GAVIN ROSSDALE. Sometimes I get wisdom and xoxo in DMs by him. Sometimes I tweet him that I see him on stage at a gig, he’ll respond via his microphone “I see you too” and jump off stage after soundcheck to come say hi and get photos. I need to do an entire blog post on my obsession cuz I got videos and photos on all this. Layer my tomb with all my Bush heirlooms. Like that time he jumped off stage just to give me a sweaty hug and the guitar pick he was playing with. *le sigh*
Last year on my birthday he serenaded me while dancing above me for like a solid minute and I nearly passed out, dizzies, FYI.

I’m just not responsible for how I act when I’m physically around him and in fangirl mode because I have zero control over my hormones. Welp. Since the age of 12. WHATEV. SECOND CRUSH. NO BIG DEAL.

Gavin giving me his superman poses at the VIP meet-and-greet last year for my birthday! I need these framed in my home studio! 😍

I do sometimes curse him but last year on air he said I tell him the most beautiful things, which is also true. 😊

Gavin giving me his superman poses at the VIP meet-and-greet last year on my birthday! I didn’t know what was going on because I felt him pull away and I thought he didn’t want me hanging all over him in the photos so I lifted my head off his chest but kept my hands on his hard ass abs and kept smiling not knowing that he was doing Superman poses for me cuz he was super happy I was at a show!!! So several weeks later when the photos arrived (and doing VIP was a birthday present to myself because nobody did anything for me for turning the big 4-0), it was like opening the best present 🎁 the uni could give me. Nine times out of 10 when I meet Gavin Rossdale and get photos they are blurry. These were not. 😍

People think I’m in love with Gavin but I’m not, it’s just a silly crush I’ve had since I was age 12 and I’m insanely addicted to the music, it’s a music fan / artist relationship thing. He inspires me in different ways. He teaches me life lessons. Like how to stay alive when you don’t have the love of your life (he lost his big love- Gwen Stefani- they have 3 kids together. He has not replaced her).

Gavin Rossdale comes from that alternative scene where all his comrades are dying by suicide, which are basically his friends and I thought that we might lose him too when he lost Gwen Stefani (divorceeeee via humiliation, retaliation, he got to hear “used to love you” while walking in an airport. She didn’t take long to move on either, did she). Two thumbs down.👎👎

But he hung onto his fans and he says that he needs us more than ever now. I know what he means. He promised me on air that he would never hurt himself. But I need him too. I’m an outcast. He knows that. He knows what that feels like. To be the lone wolf! For the most part he’s had to deal with the United Kingdom hating him. Even of today, they will refer to him as “who is he” (as if he is no one) or use him as a slight against Gwen Stefani, when it was her band opening up for Bush and not the other way around (he made her known, not vice versa).

Gav has seen me at my worse. He still jumps off the stage to give me hugs when he sees my face. It gives me the happy feels. To be seen. To feel I have an ounce of worth. To feel appreciated. Because to the rest of the world, I am invisible and just a number (including to the love of my life, who could care less of my existence. He’d replace me in an instance). But there’s nothing like the feel of when Gavin sets his sights on me, and is walking towards me, and I know he’s headed my way, it’s so intense, his expression. That feeling of, “he see’s me, he’s headed my way”, “I’m not lost in the crowd” and Gavin is the type of guy who never looks away from me, yet I always break eye contact!!!

Got hugs by my king at the stroke of midnight last year, which was my birthday. Thank you universe.

Or like when he’s talking to his other fans, he’ll literally keep looking back at me and I always run away from him. I act stupid guaranteed. But like, I’m a soldier and he’s a king. He’s why I do these things. Basic. I need the music. Always have. Not just his music or art. All the things. Music keeps me going. Grounded. Alive. Couldn’t have survived the Iraqi war without it. Labor. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Poordom. Life.

Music is life. I need another gig. This century. THIS YEAR. COME ON 2020!!!

Me today because 2020 blows and I’ve had zero hugs from my king this year. Meh.
Seeking a friend for the end of the world…
When life gives you lemons, tie pretty boes. Me today during the covid zombie apocalypse- and the CDC says covid-19 is coming back with a vengeance. Seeking a friend for the end…
Love during a zombie plague *laughs insanely, ties a pretty bow*

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Pearl & Footsteps (double rhyming poetry)!

God gave me the best pearl
He’s wonderful
For him my wings unfurl
I’m his girl

It matters not how far I fall
He will catch them all
For I am his favorite doll
Over hell he would crawl

© Delia Ross. 2020


My love, truth can’t hide from your eyes
Roads to heaven’s skies
I hear your cries
Even your silence pries

You wish for roads to collide
I too abide
Wading rising tides
Footsteps in rhyme

I am the ultimate alibi
A secret in your sky
You are my high
I can’t deny

I’ve tried to lie, hide
Give the love to another guy
I can’t comply
I’d rather die

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Me no filter, worry lines, messy makeups, freckles, no bullshit. I smoke on the occasion. Should I buzz my side again?
Might go have a smoke now. Think I still got the same pack I found months ago in the freezer. The Army taught me to ration and I’ve been poor lmao. Finding an entire, near full pack of Newport menthol was definitely a sign from heaven. Or hell? 🤔

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