There I am, in his line
It’s the same, as on his mind?
Put a mirror next to his rhyme
Tell me, who will you find?
I don’t care if he’s not mine
He’s with me all the time
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Creature of the night and of the wind
And with his lie my heart will end
I’m just a toy made for his sin
It’s just a game I’ll never win
Long is night without a friend
Hard is trust with no begin
Hand outstretched but will not tend
Though like an angel I did descend
© Delia Ross. 2020
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It’s been a minute since I’ve shared one of these, half broken dreams and poetry. It’s like I’m ripping apart from the seams. Go ahead, take a piece of me.
How foolish to believe he could love a girl like me
A girl who’s good and full of integrity
How stupid to think I had any charm
I’m just a girl avoiding harm
But the sun it never sleeps
And my heart it always weeps
But the secrets that you carry
Are too much for one to bury
I am hard on the edges
Always hanging off of ledges
He is soft as a peach
A heart enriched and simply sweet
He is a moving sea
Wrapped up in poetry
The way it moves with me
So gently
The emptiness settles over me like fog rolling over hills and mountains…
If only he’d given us a chance, we might have got it right.
He’s like a midnight haunting
I’m always wanting
The way he taunts me
It’s like he wants me
Taking off my clothes on some days is harder than facing an enemy with a bomb…
Their tongues instantly went in orbit around each other.
He has a different touch
It’s not layered with thorns
And underneath his surface
There isn’t any horns
Her lips turn centuries
The way he lets her hang onto forever
She burns like midnight oil
But like a wildfire let her burn
Then the seeds will come
You just sit there letting yourself harden
Where is your heart then
May I still tend?
You, you are home
Your words my magic kingdom
Your mind a wicked garden
Your voice my heart’s beacon
Why does she get all of the reward?
She’s putting lipstick on her cracks
As she crawls around his back
Any love for her I lack
I am married to doubt
My tears falling devout
Like rain coming down a sprout
I’m given out
Danger here be the heart. All poetry be in my veins.
It comes at me like three round burst
The anxiety is getting worse
The loss of hope is where it hurts
History is going to be written whether we succeed or fail.
Keep your heart open they say
But now uninvited guests have come to stay
Condemnation building like condensation.
Truth bites and barks like a rabid dog
I pretend there is life in the lie
Reason knocks hurrily like he’s got somewhere to be
I told him to get lost
I drowned him with liquor
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Uneasy is the head that wears the crown
Why do you spend your life sharpening your frown
If you are free then why are you still bound
I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found
The art of deception is found in your bones
Truth rarely covered, hearts made of unknowns
The deeper I tunnel, the longer my soul roams
My love so heavy, I can’t carry these stones
It’s like my pieces are made paper thin
They break apart and fall into the brim
He picks them up and patches up his skin
Now forever I am attached to him
It’s like we’re always nurturing what went wrong
The phone is ringing but we’re never home
We’re giving love but it’s never shown
We’d stick with hiding but our cover’s blown
© Delia Ross. 2020
There’s an inability to connect
Too many barriers
I see baggage carried like crowns
Cheerleaders for every mistake
He’s got a girl on the East, West, North, South sides
Love they all claim
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Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase
Maybe it’s the wounds that he makes
Maybe it’s the patience that it takes
Maybe it’s his love which fills the aches
Maybe I still love him though he’s gone
Maybe I can never move on
Maybe it’s for him I’ll always long
Maybe I will never right this wrong
Maybe he will always make me swoon
Maybe I said I love you too soon
Maybe I still feel him like a moon
Maybe he was born to make me croon
© Delia Ross. 2020
*update* I’ve been super busy making digiart, and I’m excited to begin posting some as perks for my patrons over on my Patreon soon, but I’m also super nervous as well. Anytime I expose my art, there is a degree of rawness to it. I feel exposed. And I’m also beginning to break through traumas and fears over there, where I feel a sense of privacy and safety. Grateful for the encouraging feedback I’m receiving from my patrons too! Been writing like mad too! I love you! Anyway, I hope you like my new poem! ❤
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I love him
The way a sunset paints the sky with pink, purple and blue
The way the colors mix over the sky with an arch made of vivid colors
I love the way his words dry my eyes
Or the way his many voices threads itself into my life
I love the way he nestles softly in my mind, covering tracks of agony
The way his sticky, sweet words attach to my heart
I love how tender his tongue is to me, how it glides over my mistakes like candy
I love how there’s an ethereal bridge from my heart to his forever connected
I love how his silence accompanies my sorrow like a blanket
I love the way he loves me without loving me at all
How his living ghost dances with my dreams every hour
How, upon waking and first thought he is there to catch me
I love how his hand has never touched my body but his energy has reached even my darkest corridors, replacing the dust with light
I love how his help indebted me to his heart forever, as if God himself supplied the order he executed unknowingly
I love how lost we are in each other yet found
I love him the way a flower blooms at first light, just like my soul bloomed when he found me at frozen peril
How he scooped me from the fetal position and tucked me in his warm heart and now I go where he goes
I love how he’s never around, yet he’s always around, like the hope I breathe
I love how the blue in his eyes makes my blood boil
How he makes my fears stand erect and puts my courage to trial
Or how the tip of his nose centers me like a compass
I love how he is my north, or my south, or any direction
I love how we are spaceless among the infinite space between us
I love how his words marry my words because we are one
I love how he never tells the child in me to grow up, instead gives me a field to play in
I love how he describes me in his poetry, as if I’m seeing myself in the mirror for the first time,
Or seeing the world through his eyes as it should be, and not how others have made me believe it to be
Oh, how I love that he gives these dry eyes sight! He gives my pulse a rush! I’m alive, I’m alive! Feel me!
I have seen things that make me wonder but none so much as you!
I love how his arms are always open for my return but just give me another day!
I love how his arms are always open for me to leave but just give me another day!
I love how the other women in his life never speak of him the way I do, for I was made for him
I love how I have to step on my tippy-toes to hear his words rise
I love him because I can and will continue to love him as I am, free
© Delia Ross. 2020
Dear Christopher, I have said and behaved in manors towards you that I deeply regret, and I can line the road with excuses or roses, but the truth is, I’ve never loved anybody, nor have I known love in any capacity (and not even in a parental sense) so I’m driving blind basically. But, I know that I have embarrassed and hurt you, and for that I am sorry. I’ve staked unfounded claims, and made accusations, without so much as discussing it with you, my head is messy and confused. I hope moving forward, we can put things behind us, as space is directionless anyhow, and, if we’re real, I’d like to die knowing you don’t hate me. But currently, I don’t know that, as we aren’t even following each other anymore, though I feel doors may still be open. I just don’t want to greet the other side, with that doubt. I can’t promise to stop writing love poems, but I can promise to not embarrass you by private messaging them to you, it’s not something I’ve ever done before, nor will I ever again. I’m not trying to marry you, or trap you, I’m just, at the very least, hoping for a ‘ship’ of any kind, preferably friendship, as opposed to acquaintance or enemy. Ghosting is my least favorite form of communication. Aside from death… Anyway, I think you’re cool and dig your energy and would like to be allowed around / in it, if ever permitted.
Sidefact: Ahhh the romance is still bleeding from me, I mean Edgar Allan Poe died in the streets, NAKED, BROKE, ALONE, and in-love… I have some of his unpublished words tattooed on my ribcage, they were, for his love, WHO DIED (who turned out to be his blood cousin, gross, wish I had known that little detail pre tattoo, but I still love Poe, even flawed, and would have got the tattoo anyway, I just like complaining, OH POE IS ME). By the way, it just occurred to me, in this very moment, that the dude I’m in love with, has part of Poe’s name. OH MY GAWD. 🤓 I don’t know, but I need a moment to process this universal sign… It’s like God’s waving a flag over his head saying HELLO, THE LIGHT FINALLY WENT OFF. As if, we needed any other signs but fuck, whoa, things are becoming blurry, I’m dizzy and drunk in love. Am I dying????? *runs and hides*
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I have glimpses of a life I’ve never known
There’s stitches in my heart where he has sewn
There’s wishes leaking out of every bone
There’s pieces of me in him I call home
There’s fences keeping eyes where they belong
There’s chances never learning right or wrong
And dances never settling in song
Circumstances keeping everyone withdrawn
© Delia Ross. 2020
So I did a little recording thingy of Glimpses: https://tuners.io/tracks/15399
My subconscious or other worldy being is creating memories of a life with him that never existed because it can’t bear to live any part without him, and the regret is carving deeper rivers than I care to run. Love is love. But why is he scared of it? He’s just too selfish to part with his ways and he’s got a sex addiction he needs to get a grasp on. I mean God damn if Trent Reznor can be kinky and loyal why can’t there be other dudes!?! He’s the only guy I’ve ever asked to marry me by the way (Reznor that is) and it’s in the Nine Inch Nails archives somewhere and Trent Reznor did not say no and he answered my music questions too. That’s actually a nice real memory as opposed to the fake memories my brain is having to create because it loves a dude that won’t have anything to do with me…
I asked Trent Reznor to marry me, LOL I love me so much… that was back when he had an actual fanclub and he was active in the NIN message boards. You had to be in the club to get there. And when he did way with fanclubs, he made us permanent members (kinda of). I haven’t logged in, in a minute, I need to get over there. And to another gig. I’ve had stage every time, but have never officially met Trent. He’s on like kid number 5 now!?! She is popping out them babies god bless her, lucky bitch… Anyhoo, I’m totally gaga for the dude this poem is about, he knows who he is. Hi. I love you still. You know I’m your favorite love. Masks won’t hide fate. Or you from me. Sorry, not sorry. “I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here…”
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After everything you’ve done
You’re still staring at the sun
But the light it never comes
Unless your mask is acting dumb?
© Delia Ross. 2020
OMG my week has been super busy, and I miss you when I can’t blog! I have been writing poetry though, just mostly by hand and I haven’t uploaded any of it to the digital realm yet. Yesterday another Patron joined my writing campaign and I am so grateful for you!!! ❤❤❤ It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! I’m super exhausted but I took a few snaps for you. Hopefully Sunday I can catch up on blogging, I miss yous!!!! Did anyone else stare at the sun as a kid? I did, until it made me cry, and then I think I did it probably a few more times because I thought it was so beautiful I’d go blind for it? Or I like pain? Or was hoping for a fast death? Ehhh vampire….
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Would you like what was underneath my veil?
Crimson iron
Salty prisons
White mountains
Hidden trails
Would you like the stories I’d have to tell?
Begotten truths
Perished dreams
Endless obloquy
Skin with scales
Have you ever seen a heart with nails?
The heavy burden
The icy trotter
The lonely barter
The girl who wails
Are you ever missing details?
Empty bedrooms
Abandoned vows
Broken mirrors
All effort fails
© Delia Ross. 2020
I was going to write a non rhyme, and then I was going to write a rhyme, and then I decided to write a non rhyming rhyme and thus this poem formed… but I like how it turned out. Do you? 🤔
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The truth is, I would carry his stone;
I would slay his demons and carry him home.
The truth is, I walk on my own;
But his heart won’t have to be carried alone.
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Hi y’all. I wrote a new poem and dropped it on my Patreon this morning, along with an introduction, and it is a public post (free to all), so be sure you give it a visit! Please give me a follow on Patreon too if you’re not already doing so, that way at the very least, you can keep up with my public posts (yeps, you can follow me there)! I really like the poem I wrote and shared there this morning though and I hope you can take a few minutes to visit and read it, and I would love your feedback or comments! I am extremely grateful for my Patrons, your support means I can continue blogging and writing, and it holds me accountable and makes me feel worthy to have your support! Writing has always been my dream. Thank you so much for your encouragement on my blog and on my Patreon, I’m truly grateful for you! ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for your encouragement and support in helping me grow as a writer and an artist!
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Be tender with my will
Craters have formed from the impact of your words
They crush and pulverize
How deep do my crevices go?
Their corridors are dark
And fill with regolith
I tremble with aftershocks
As your words settle into the cold
My bones hold worries unknown
My smooth surface eroding from longing
I’d let you hide in my depths
Come and go with the shadows
See how the light races around my hole
It falls into aches and covers the night with hope
I am longing to find you there
Your words move quicker than light-speed
I am hollow, penetrate me
Watch how the dust settles
There’s a glimmer of destiny there
Satisfaction
Unison
We belong together
Like orbits decaying
Feel the pull
Shake me
The more you resist, the harder I tug
Inevitability
Had you not found me when you did
My darkness might have perished forever
You sheltered me from death
By breaking me apart
And then you assembled me into fragments and shards of fate
And now I must find myself
Aching is need of life
More pieces
Of you
You’ve fallen everywhere
Our dust glitters
I am everywhere you look now
Finally together
Ice rings form around my shell
A promise ring of forever
Or a chastity belt of no escape
Trapped in the eternal
I was waiting here in the dark yet still I was found
Bound, now in the ever
Look at your creations
Beautiful disasters
Wait here awhile
Cover me in your eternity
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I’m not proud of the things I have done
Dropping verse like a hit and run
Settling scores by the inch of my tongue
Belittling others cuz they’re having more fun
I’m not proud of calling them names
Dousing the fuel, igniting the flames
Keeping him down and shackled in chains
Changing the rules without knowing the games
With tiny feet I trample the heavens
But take regrets and multiply by seven
I caused you pain and my mouth was my weapon
I made you cry in multiple sessions
I am sorry I pushed you all away
For the trouble I caused and the endless heartache
For the knife I inserted with every mistake
For tossing stones instead of embrace
I don’t expect you to forgive me
I just want you to know it made me feel empty
And that pound of weight has turned into twenty
And heavier now is this ink that is leaking
I need you to know I feel humiliated
And maybe this apology has been long-awaited?
Maybe none of us are where we are fated?
Maybe tomorrow our hands are less weighted?
My door is always open and you are welcome here
Coming together is what I wanted, not to disappear
I’ve been looking for forgiveness and checking in my rear
And I’m hoping maybe silence is more than you all can endear
© Delia Ross. 2020
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If a dream had a silhouette, would it appear like streaks of gray in your beard?
Or perhaps the shadow of a dream, would look like the hue of your blue eyes?
Per chance dreams took form like the shape of your hands, stretching long like an icy comet tail…
Maybe dreams greet us like sunrises, casting warmth over darkness the way your lips do.
Sometimes dreams come rolling in like thunder, from the sound of your voice, falling into my cracks.
Have you seen wonder the way it moves over the curb of your head?
I have seen miracles grow from your ear.
A moonrise is the peak of your nose.
I have built hope on top of your words.
Did you know that time is my every thought of you?
I watched you suck poison from my vein, and still your back was sturdy from the stones I hurled.
If love were an entity, he came to visit in your half smile.
Did you know that words have the power to heal but yours have raised the dead?
You are the shelter I seek. Let me take refuge under your breath.
One time is forever. So is it once or never?
Dreams, they’re all the shape of you.
Sometimes dreams slide off of your tongue, and get trapped in my throat.
You can’t erase the vast expanse your existence takes up in my heart.
Our love is an eighth wonder of the universe. Move over Juliet.
I have seen entire star formations in your eyes.
If words are forever, my love is permanent.
Dreams are stepping stones and mine will lead to your imagination.
All dreams form like the shape of your face, when moon’s are eclipse, and orbits are bound.
I have seen pillars grow from your words, and ancient beast taking bow.
Dreams are the way you forgive my faults. You put them to rest and tell them goodnight. You kiss my forehead gently.
Did you know, if you close your eyes and think about me, I will find you there? Dream formation.
The atmosphere will change, that’s a dream forming like a cloud, it has mass and energy, and you will feel time slow.
Dreams are the way my eyes caress your poetry, how my feet slip into your metaphors, and whisper goodnight.
Dreams are because I believe in love again.
Even if dreaming is all I’ll ever do…
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I’d rather claw out my eyes than look him in the face
And when it comes to heartache, I’d give him a taste
If he were the last man on Earth, I’d disappear without a trace
But when it comes to suffering, I’m still in first place
I’d cut out his tongue and replace his black mask
I’d point him to sorrow and long may he bask
Where demons grow hollow where angels come last
And forgiveness is something he never will ask
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I walk over streets frozen with fear
I crawl through tunnels of bravery
I’d travel an entire light-year
To catch a moment of you
How tall are words bleeding from your mouth
I lick them and smear them over insecurities
I wrap them with silence
And tie a pretty bow over truth
If only lies had butterfly wings
And soft landings
Were they short-lived
And weightless
Or sat bundled in a cocoon
Per chance they were released in the night
And lit up like fireflies
Could we catch them easily?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Every tear begs to forget of his existence
My heart still fights but I wish for resistance
The longing now just feels like a sickness
When love came about he left with a quickness
It’s like privacy becomes a crystal ball
Yet who I am he doesn’t know at all
Take his hand you’ll be sure to fall
Will break your heart then hide behind a wall
Courage no it’s not a look for him
Forgiveness now is looking very slim
He haunts my heart like a phantom limb
Show him light and he will show you dim
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I hid between the space of
dream and reality
half-slumbered
like an echo nearing its end
I looked over heartache
hanging crooked
like a crescent moon
longing for finality
Drenched in the regret of becoming whole
now armies gather in my hull
bringing doubt
I see and can’t undue what’s seen
wide expanses of disillusionment
How many times must I end?
The foundation of spirit crushed
and gravity is the weight of ego
pulling between my heart and tongue
If I let go I may never see again
the girl you so perfectly drew
and loved between the lines
Or feel in places I have never felt
That alternate reality which houses
every bit of my soul
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I call to sorrow like a friend
I make him guest of honor
He is the hand I can depend
I trust him like a father
I sway with sorrow in a dance
Lost in darkness in a trance
I hate him first for not taking a chance
I hate me more for giving love in advance
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Cold in every manner
Lost faith in ones who matter
Still praying every hour
Too many tongues that spit and chatter
Her words hit like a bomb
I was no longer calm
There was blood on my palm
And I knew where the rage was coming from
Pray that every tear turns to a curse
Hide the devil here inside this verse
If he has a fear I’ll find what works
Thought he was a monster but he’s worse
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Pen or ache
Pill or fate
Somehow the difference
Is still the same
We change our curtains
But never the roads
We tame our methods
Where love is never disclosed
We dust our cages
After conflict arose
We spin in circles
While blaming our foes
© Delia Ross. 2020
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His failures are beautiful strokes of lightning
The waterfall running
A beautiful warning
A star still forming
A winter mourning
He falls like icebergs crumbling in the sea
A white snowfall covering the trees
The wind in the evening as you finally feel the breeze
A moment of reckoning that brings you to your knees
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I weaved magic with my pen for him, but still he left
I cleaned poisoned wounds with ink and tears, still he fled
I dropped dreams like trails of bread crumbs, though he ran
I brought light and warmth and destiny, where nobody can
© Delia Ross. 2020
I write you poetry, why did you leave me 💔
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He’s magma
Watch him flow
Feel the Earth grow
His words make time slow
His rhyme flows through my soul
Warm desire
Taste the fire
Never letting go
© Delia Ross. 2020
I’m gonna effing melt…. on fireeee
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Give her a house; she will need a moon
Give her the stars; still won’t make her swoon
Give her a song; still can’t suit her tune
Give her the world; but to another she will croon
© Delia Ross. 2020
He gives her everything and she’s likely still unfaithful / unloyal…
He’s a rainbow in a world of darkness
He’s a miracle unearthed when planting a harvest
He’s the comfort you seek when you’ve traveled the farthest
He’s a road to a path where the truth can be harnessed
© Delia Ross. 2019
I hope he’s getting the love he deserves ❤❤❤
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He builds galaxies from his fingertips
Roads, avenues, and tunnels with his hips
Watch life spring from his lips
Like a magic rainbow or rare eclipse
© Delia Ross. 2019
I can’t sleep so I am writing… 🤓
He’s the bloom that comes with the Sun
He’s the thread holding you from coming undone
Like satin slipping off the thumb
He’s the reason the war was won
© Delia Ross. 2019
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I just want him to know
I’m trying to let go
Of a sinking boat
And avoid undertow
Drowning seems to be the only solution
Love doesn’t want to die though
So it tries a different form
It tries to love a different way
It gets lost in a storm
Still it loves another day
But like a shark missing its fin
Sinking down, it still can’t swim
When defeat becomes a win
Disillusionment becomes him
I tried to love you as a friend
I tried to love you as an enemy
I tried to love with eyes that couldn’t see
I tried to love the end
I still can’t pretend
That I can love you any other way
And so my heart I defend
The things you always fail to say
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’m trying to love him in a way that it won’t hurt… (just a freestyle from my heart to him)
What am I but a dollar for his bank
What am I but nickel and copper
Spit on me and clean me up
A penny is not a dollar
What am I but quarter and migraine
Polished silver for the poor
Wish on me, then toss me over
The rich horde it all but still want more
© Delia Ross. 2019
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She’s part lightning and part thunder
She’s the muse to make you wonder
She’s the open field you wander
She’s the kiss to make you hunger
She’s the truth you seek but fear to face
And the purity you long to taste
She’s the hand that knows how to heal an ache
And she’d give it all if that’s what it takes
She’s the rainbow you see after a storm
The energy of a star to help you keep warm
She’s the honey and hive where the bees always swarm
Yet you are the reason her smile can take form
© Delia Ross. 2019
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She paints her face with sorrow
Showing worry lines for tomorrow
Her lips are the color of sad
Unkissed cheeks from love she never had
Her skin taste of salt
Where her joy came to a halt
And her hand is free from fault
And it’s love she’s never taught
Her hair is made of darkness
Her heart is now a carcass
Her voice has fell to silence
And her mind is full of violence
Trouble burrowed in her mind
And she’s running out of time
If it’s love she cannot find
Her soul will be an endless decline
© Delia Ross. 2019
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Whatever’s burning is ash
Smoldering versions of failure
Suits wearing a different behavior
But they all smell of traitor
Take a heart and stir it up
It never really mattered much
The bigger the fish, the bigger the bite
The brighter the truth, the lesser the sight
Whatever’s burning is trash
Lying, denying, the awful mistakes
The crying, the trying, the hope that it takes
Love was caught speeding, so I turned on the brakes
Take the flesh and deny it touch
Love was never here to adjudge
Free the sin, accuse the judge
Broken and shattered watch them begrudge
© Delia Ross. 2019
Y’all got to let shit go and stop chasing your tail and making the same mistakes over and over and over.
Bathe in our river of blood
Regret comes in a flood
Reborn to the silence of us
Drowning but we won’t give up
The drowning man will always take down another
Wouldn’t it be something if you chose not to hurt her
Where is the honor of being a deserter
Blasphemous to replace her at her altar
Peering over into your reflection
Tampering with fate by another obsession
The game was rigged I’m seeing deception
Being a monster your number one profession
Brown, blue, green or hazel eyes
They all equal another prize
On and on you keep crafting lies
You are a thing to despise
I can smell a lie a mile away
In every direction they will sway
Maybe they’ll catch on another day
I am disgusted by the games you play
© Delia Ross. 2019
Go ahead and take what is remaining
Place a temple where the love is waning
Years go by but only pain is gaining
You’ll never find a love like mine remaining
Take her veil and throw it in a river
Loving her takes more than a mirror
Even blind you cannot see more clearer
Look away even though you need her
© Delia Ross. 2019
Fool’s gold
That’s what you sold
Do you always gift your muse
A fistfuck in the heart to bruise
Poison in her chalice
Written words of malice
A traitor in your trade
Heaven now will fade
You tossed away your destiny
You systematically destroyed me
You ran headfirst into decay
You laughed as I turned away
I wish I didn’t know you were out there
Somewhere living without a care
Never once really needing my hand
That was only pretend
Stuck on a dead-end road with a killer
Reached for your hand as a healer
I would wish you well
But I am in hell
Praying now to forget your face
Begging god just to fix the ache
It’s still cold when the sun is shining
Please tell me where is the silver lining?
© Delia Ross. 2019
It takes alot of strength to be a good person
It takes alot of steel to not make it worsen
It takes alot of fuel to keep the flames burnin’
It takes alot of prayer to never feel a burden
So you shed another skin and you’re mending up your heart
It’s been patched so many times that it keeps falling apart
Make it up the hill before his love can depart
Climbing all this time, I guess it wasn’t very smart
Lay down my rifle, lay down my pen
Take a breath, count to ten
I’ll give forgiveness just don’t ask when
I still search for peace though I’ve lost all my zen
It takes a lot of dark to appreciate the day
But when you make it through there’s no reason left to stay
What does the hero do when he’s only come to pray
What does the writer write when there’s nothing left to say
© Delia Ross. 2019
The crest on my chest
It means faithfulness
Loyalty cannot be bought
But it is hard fought
I loved you whole didn’t I
So why the blood no matter how I try
I am stuck at your crossroads
In pieces and fragmented shadows
Over and over I go over this lesson
But no answers tell where the pain will lessen
Just as I’m stable you throw another grenade
I’ve been wounded in ways you can’t hurt with a blade
Lost may you be but I love you the same
Hate is your hand but love is my aim
Stuck in quicksand and on a frozen route
Clouds of confusion but still love you devout
© Delia Ross. 2019
I suppose it’s more than a name, more than a code of honor, more than a tattoo…
I’m trying to make repairs but I feel depleted
Unlike invisibility, I’ve simply been deleted
A guest where the heart never once was greeted
But first in his line to always be mistreated
No pardon, no mercy
Just a girl he will never see
One weeping heart in agony
Sad girl diary on repeat
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pull the plug, cut the cord
Your life ain’t worth fighting for
Remove your shield, lay on my sword
Love cost more than you can afford
No love to give, and so I horde
I want it whole, not just a third
Look to mirror, all is blurred
But I see me, when I read your word
And I feel life, where connection occurred
Every single word, goes not unheard
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, unrequited love is wearing me paper thin…
Blood spills over her
Over dead flowers
Lost sleep in the hours
And over things that never matter
“Mina: I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.
Dracula: Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.
Mina: You are my love… and my life, always.
Dracula: Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me to be my loving wife, forever.
Mina : I love you! Oh, God forgive me, I do!”
LOVE NEVER DIES *sigh* (I still love you)
Juggling bills
Swallowing pills
Killing the feels
Offering new deals
Promising cheers
Wherever there’s thrills
Upgrading my skills
Prepping for chills
Losing our wills
Marching in drills
Love without refills
© Delia Ross. 2019
I warned you, didn’t I?
I pointed out the red flags
But oh you still believe in words
Where mouths will always lie
You think I am crazy?
Truth is my only mask
Though you see it as trash
I wear integrity as we all cry
I warned you of this guy
But still you open wide
You stay by his side
When you know deep down he is mine
Stones like troops berating
Maybe queen was only saving
You from injury
That will keep you aching
© Delia Ross. 2019
When warnings go unheard
When she gets what she deserved
Where tears flow unfurled
An angel with wings now curled
Where silence pours in the crack
With eyes not looking back
Where eyes now appear black
And the love is what they lack
When they mock her only truth
And he swallows at her youth
And there’s never arms to soothe
When you give up way too soon
When darkness is the only light
Where the tongue has no blight
When there’s something quite not right
So you disappear into the night
© Delia Ross. 2019
Our life is an epic poem
Like the Great Red Spot on Jupiter
Our pain is our greatest storm
And we burrow and we rise in perfect form
Struggles are ingredients to our lives
And we sprinkle bits of honey on the knives
And we reach such depths in our dives
But this is how all life thrives
In our toolkit we have so much courage
We eat our sadness like it is porridge
We peer into darkness where we flourish
And our will becomes an endless forage
© Delia Ross. 2019
Alex Ebert inspires me so much, in every possible way. His pep talk on Tuners radio hit a core. I am grateful for him. For being able to learn and grow and not be stagnant in my woe. But to flourish and thrive. You cannot have light without the dark. And so I see my darkness in a new light. And so I take these waves to greater heights, as I settle in the cold black night. Everything’s gonna be alright. Just gotta get through the bite. Then sight. If you struggle with depression or suicidal thoughts and ideation, you really should go listen to his pep talk, it’s under 2 minutes but maybe the greatest lesson of my life. Listen for free (no download needed): https://tuners.io/tracks/13446
I also dropped this poem as a spoken word reply under his thread “You Are Courageous” under Alex’s Tuners Radio account, if you wanna have a listen: https://tuners.io/tracks/13492
Regret; you wear it like a dress,
Take it for a spin in a shiny corvette.
Integrity; you haven’t got any yet,
Honesty a language you never learned I bet.
Lies; they’re like sparkle in your disguise,
When it meets the light it always make the shadows cry.
Tears; they come wrapped as a favorite prize,
Just another reason the Earth will die.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Narcissism is destroying the world.
Money won’t buy it all
My love is not for sale
And even if it was
You’d never get a pail
© Delia Ross. 2019
Forward calls, voicemail full
Store away the wings, ride the bull
Expose the mask, clean the wool
Give sheeple a tug, see if heart can pull
Cotton balls or iron spoons
Pay for love through blackened rooms
Seen as gain but more cartoons
Heard them crying over popped balloons
Walk away again, bury my hope
You gave him love, he gave you rope
Sinful tongue must clean with soap
Life just means I cannot cope
Sunday here, someday gone
Won’t even bother writing a Dear John…
Might stick around and watch his dawn
But he took me down like a baby fawn
He set the bar low but it is nonexistent
Perhaps it is there and I only missed it
If it’s a girl with missing panties, he will crawl persistent
If it’s an angel with a heartbeat, he will keep his distance
© Delia Ross. 2019
“Still looking for someone
Who was around
Barely coping
Now I hate myself
Wish I’d die” (-)
All his life they taught him he is worth what he could pay
All her life they taught her she is worth what they can take
Both have outstretched hands but neither know the way
Both keep writing words but it never heals the ache
© Delia Ross. 2019
Push me to the edges of the brink
When all it takes to forget me is a blink
His love is black and rarely pink
We’re not connected but still in sync
He is so cold I am forming ice rings
Circling around wherever he springs
Love is only meant for cheap things
Angel’s aren’t meant for such wings
His gravity kept me hoping
In a spiral of uncoping
Like a thread that keeps unroping
I am slowly eroding
© Delia Ross. 2019
Death is going to come like a creature in the night
Everything dies but it still gives me fright
You’re using all your cum but creating stillness life
You think you’re having fun but you’re killing all with light
© Delia Ross. 2019
