
ONE WEEK OF LIVE RECAP
TikTok gave me the option to share and celebrate the milestone with you
Pssst. Some have been there for the fall. Now watch me climb the wall.

And don’t forget to follow! Cuz I will get lost!

ONE WEEK OF LIVE RECAP
TikTok gave me the option to share and celebrate the milestone with you
Pssst. Some have been there for the fall. Now watch me climb the wall.

And don’t forget to follow! Cuz I will get lost!
The saddest witch ever likes to smile

God (nor John Jones) wants me leaping from a building

But I’d do it with a smile

Sometimes suicide is docile

And death is more humane than life

That assisted suicide doc was my hero – but we’d all want to leave this Hitler regime immediately

Wouldn’t we?

I am dropping Rated R Halloween sets on my OnlyFans (I was born naked and Edgar Allan Poe died naked on the bloody street).

I’m holding TOP 49 currently and that’s cool 🎃
Top 49 for a petite ghoul from the deep deep south; cotton capital of the world (not Asia hint hint) 👻 https://onlyfans.com/poeeternal_sensual
Side-note: If you “don’t want your children to see this” stop letting them loose at Walmart and the Mall. 💀
Psst…
Halloween spider mesh bodysuit by Dolls Kill 💀
Witches Spider Cap by ROMWE on Shein 😈
Both sold out but may restock 🎃
One of my favorite new cosplay sets. I feel more myself in this attire and without loads of makeup making it theatrical and whatnot
I’m the real thang 🎃
You can’t burn me legally at the stake anymore 👻
So just wanted to see what it would feel like to do a midnight Halloween set without all the makeup and flare
I was wearing vegan flavored strawberry kissy lips and that made for an extra sweet midnight smile set (I can hook you up with a free glam bag on Ipsy) (most products are vegan) (cancellation is easy but I’m staying on for awhile) (I got a free Halloween glam kit for sign-up and love it) (you can adjust the frequency of delivery as well) 🎃
Halloween is my favorite season perhaps 🤔
Do you like my new set?

How is my petite pumpkin looking? 👀

“I don’t like your ass when you bend over, it disappears” (something someone said to me in my 20s directly after sex)
Yeah, just like any empathy I ever had for you.
Everyone has had such high standards of how my body should look 24/7 because apparently I’m supposed to be posing 24/7 that I’m afraid to even show my fucking skin because I’ll probably get yelled at for being fucking white anyway
Always told I need to “cover up” cuz they like it too much to “just be friends”
Heaven is empty and I cry a lot lol
I also talk to the dead
I have a budding relationship with John Jones
I also keep having images of him (not John) finding me hanging from a tree
The way he breaks and the strength it takes for him to not look away
To get me down…
I don’t know what’s real anymore
I’m focusing on my blog and OnlyFans for now
I’m sorry I’m not posting more yet on my free one – which I can go live on but I can’t go live on my subscribed one 😑
The way the wheels turn 💀
But I’ve started posting playful sensual videos on my OF
And as long as someone wants to support my content I’ll keep going
WordPress just emailed me telling me that I owe them $100 to keep the blog going but web links are broken and everything is chaotic inside the algorithm since they split it into
I need new web hosting and all sorts of cleanup in my life
My blog continues to remain advertising free
All my content is original
Trends make me feel obsolete and always behind
There’s always someone who can come along and do it better, I’m only ever average at anything even when I give it my all

Woot! Look what just arrived! 👀

The world is falling apart, there is a spiritual warfare going on, we’re in the middle of an apocalypse, but 100K! 🥳
I’m speechless but Edgar Allan Poe is clapping his bones! 🦴🦴🦴💀🦴🦴🦴
Thank you for all of your encouragement and support! 💕
This is warm and uplifting during extremely dark times. A beautiful light in a dark tunnel. I appreciate you!
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I reckon I’m gonna have to bite the WordPress hook and upgrade my personal plan to the premium plan since I’ve used up all my 6GB of storage space 🙄 and just pretend the universe is pushing me to upgrade my plan so I can have more media space to upload photos but also unpack yeti from its box to do soft poetry readings and spoken word
To be fair, I have been dying
But I will also at some point maybe be producing some subscriber only content on my blog/website instead of over on OnlyFans (I don’t do porn or self-gratification, I’m an artist and do nude photography – many say softcore is obsolete, but I’ll be offering it here on my website instead- and if someone could please teach me how to set up subscriptions on WP instead of me having to go figure it out through WordPress that would be great)
I’m already on a plan that allows subscriptions and donations, I’ve just used up all my media space and either need to delete stuff off my website or upgrade and at this point it’s time to upgrade because I’m growing aren’t I? I have over 1000 followers now and nearly 100,000 views!! 👀
So when I’m not dying and can put my head into the WordPress books I will figure out how to do the subscriber only content (this won’t be for every post, just my random spicer content)!
Not everyone wants to see my exclusive Rated R nude content but I’m tired of giving other platforms my visitors – especially when most platforms I have zero voice as an artist
I don’t want to push people to another platform when they come to visit my website
I want you to stay here in heaven with me 😇
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ATTENTION 🤩
I was at urgent care yesterday again so I don’t know how quickly I’ll be able to get stuff going but just know stuff is in the pipeline and I would like to get some more nude content out to you, it will be through my own website though, you won’t have to leave or sign-up anywhere else
I’m indecisive on what I’m doing with my Patreon account but I’ve been very grateful for your support over the years!
Because of it, my website has and remains advertisement free (zero spam)!
If you sign up for my blog posts via email, advertising will never be in your email either! Zero spam!
I may be the last place on earth that’s free of advertising 🤔
But you won’t have to worry about accidentally hitting an advertisement when scrolling or installing spyware or a virus
You can scroll freely without a condom ahem 🤪
I’m dealing with heart and lung issues since I got the vaccine – I’m still a weirdo tho and I miss doing the cosplay for you to accompany the rants, poetry and prose!
I will definitely upgrade my plan soon so I can at least start attaching photographs again to my rants and poetry
It may be the new year before I start any subscription only content!
I may do it via donation instead of subscription (like where you can pay a small fee to unlock the post)…
Stay tuned
Dying but not dead…

PSST… I have a free OnlyFans and will be active there when I’m feeling better – thank you for subscribing! My inbox is open there to say hello! I’ll let everyone know when I’m back and active! I’ll be going live over there to show you the beach and things! Softcore 🤪
I guess you have to live an entire year before you’re considered that age (so does this technically mean I’m still 42 and when I’m 44 I’ll actually be 43, my age now)? 🤪
And you have to have a plus 1 to get the 1K badge from WordPress
It has arrived! 👇👇👇

Thank you so much for the follows! 👁👄👁
I love you! 💕
PSST I swear I am going to set up a blogging schedule soon, I have been gravely ill, and in the bed!
I get out every now and again for medicine, toilet paper and food
And on the occasion I stop by the beach so I can get a few frights
It’s just not normal the things going on in the world and around these parts
And I feel so bad for the people who visit the beach and try to enjoy it when I’m there because I’m hooting and hollering every few seconds and then they immediately leave, probably out of fear (lmao I’m gonna pee myself because my fear is contagious to others)
I swear when we’re on a flight and the plane starts doing shit it’s not supposed to do, when you hear me gasping, everybody on the plane is staring at me the entire time and my eyes get really big and both of my hands are clutching onto the armrest and the entire plane ahead and behind will be staring at me, but I can’t stop being scared y’all
This world frightens me and you can see it on my face
My fears don’t lie
And I’m a little girl that never grew up so anytime there’s a bug or I’m scared of something I sound like I’m being murdered lmao
I didn’t even share all the screams I had the other day when I stopped by the ocean briefly but it was even scarier than before
The clouds were hanging really low and were many different shades of gray and everything just looked doom to me and there was no lifeguard on duty and it was only 11:30 AM, it was about to be high noon and it’s uncommon because the ocean is warm but there’s no sealife anywhere, yet the ocean is still reaching the sea wall, and it’s all wet. And standing in it, surrounded by all ocean, scares the crap out of me, especially with the tide being a triple king tide that won’t leave 👀
The ocean ate the beach
The worlds most famous beach
And maybe one day we will get our beach back but I’m looking at reports that state Daytona Beach is undergoing extreme flooding over the next 30 years and buildings are falling down in Miami so you can continue to be gaslit and lied to but I’m gonna start listening with my eyes from now on

And when I’m feeling better I’m going to share a post on my blog where I can upload some photos and some videos of it
I haven’t even been watching TV or playing video games or reading, I’ve mostly just been in my bed and sleeping a lot and eating when I can
I hope I feel better soon but I may have to go to the ER for the treatment I need 👀
I’ve been avoiding it TBH
I don’t want to be held against my will and I don’t want to die there and I most certainly would probably get arrested because I would fucking leave campground and if the cops tried to stop me I would still try to leave and get out of there
I mean I would rather be in jail and have three meals a day than to be anywhere near the goddamn hospitals or clinics when I fucking die
Capeesh?
Healthcare is deathcare
My eyes are open
And just like Neo, they hurt from what they see
I don’t think I have much time left but I don’t believe any of us have much time left 👀
Blogging is my lifeline to you
My safe place
My safety net
It is the only place online I can speak freely
And not be penalized to have my intellectual property or my account removed
These businesses need us to survive and yet they treat us like shit
The only way we can get our voice back is to stop using these apps until we get some sort of freedom of speech again and stop spending our money
Only buy what you really need
In America, I’m attempting to support American owned businesses only (and small)
But I don’t believe any sign in the door and I don’t believe in the governments agenda society is a scam it’s a sham consumption is narcissism and the less stuff we have the more expensive it’s going to get and those who have the most money are going to hog it
Start looking out for you and your circle
We’re all we’ve got
And you’re welcome on my boat, it’s not very big and there’s holes everywhere
I’m heading to Point Nemo
And check out this warning from TikTok, “Participating in this activity could result in you or others getting hurt” 👇

Apparently people are getting tracked on TikTok too, children are getting kidnapped as well as adults (I don’t know if the two are the same) but social media is toxic and the devil lives in your TV and his minions use it to kidnap us
Now I hope many of you know that kidnappings take place so that people can get sexually tormented (children too)
I read an article recently where the Mexican government was working with the mafia and they sexually tortured several teenage children (in Mexico) and we allow millions and millions and millions of immigrants to come over here and live in America and they don’t give a fuck about you or our culture or traditions
They are torturing children in their own country and they come over here and they fucking torture us too
Porn has done something to the human race
The other day when I was in the Vet Center I told the guy that I would just take all responsibility and say that I am what’s wrong with the world, that I’m the problem, I’m too broken, I’m “crazy” and so I need to just not be around other people or get married and he looked dead at me and said that I’m not the one whose crazy, it’s the world that is crazy and I’m not wrong about what’s going on with porn and how it’s affecting mankind
It felt so nice to be validated by a man
I mean I’m literally walking into his office carrying my crucifix and falling fucking down
But it’s nice to hear from another male soldier that I’m not crazy
That all this shit in society is wrong and toxic
I’ve had to get off most of social media because of how toxic it is, because of the catcalling, because of the death threats, because of the stalking, because my freedom of speech is gone
I have no rights anymore
Immigration has been a Trojan horse in America!!!
I have a right to be angry!!!
My comrades are dying by suicide!!!!
I’m awake!!! I’m up!!! I can’t save you, you have to save yourself!
But, I can stand quarantined near you
I can ration supplies
Build shelter and dig trenches
Clean and fire weapons
Pull security
Disabled, not obsolete 👀
I’ve been fighting for equality for a long time, that applies for the job market and the housing market as well
You don’t get to come over here and steal all our best jobs and all our management positions and create toxic environments and then force your fucking poison drugs on us anymore
Society is a sham
And it requires consuming to work
Endless consumption
And we’re wasting our natural resources so you can have resin Knickknacks
Plastic everywhere
Plastic everything
Generica
👎👎
Anyway, I’m grateful I have a blog to voice my concerns, to share my poetry, photography, and prose
I’m grateful I have you as a reader
I can’t do this without you
I need you
So this is just as much your award as it is mine
We got here together, in this boat 🛶

It took the plus one to get the badge
And it takes living a year to earn that age? 🤔
So I’m not really 43 right now, I’m technically still 42?
When I turn 44, then I will have lived 43 years.
So technically I’m not 43 yet
Right? 👀
*pants* growing young 🤪
Do you enjoy conjugating verbs?
Or, are you mixing up allegories, just like you’re mixing herbs?
Do you stir them in a pot with tender tendons and neurotic nerves?
Are they fossilized in lies, to see how love preserves?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Another freestyle. Maybe one of my top ten best written micropoems? 🤔

I wrote this about my muse (but I’m not allowed to have any secrets anymore).

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If your words had a smell
Are they sweet like lavender?
The way your words are calming
So I stop to gander
If your words were a road
Per chance I could wander?
The way your poetry
Invites me to ponder
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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Please sail me out to eternity on your word
You said no one would listen but I heard
Death may be approaching but soul stirred
I’d give it all for just a third
Please let me feel where life occurred
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Happy Holidays! Where are you in the world? What are your restrictions like? 🎄⛄🎄

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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. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
His Kingdom is still reigning number one on my blog. Thank you because he is still my world. 😇
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MOOD (a favorite)






Petite. If you’ve never had a little, I said a little is alot…
I gotta get my claws on for Halloween.
Watch my new TicTok video here: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMJmXCtjd/
Stepping my game up poetically but I broke a set of fangs yesterday doing so yet I still managed to not have a complete meltdown and jump off a fucking bridge before I got the poem recited for you. I’m down a set of fangs now (might jump a bridge still wahhhhhh).
Link to reel: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CGgDxW9FJmv/?igshid=2dj9xswjmn1p
If you prefer, you can just search Instagram for my profile, I’m under my pen name POEETERNAL.

This reel has been out 10 hours and it’s already racking up the views (compared to my previous reels).
I don’t put all my faith into these algorithms.
First of all, it’s insanely hard to just speak in a set of fangs but then try performing in a set! It ain’t easy!

What’s yer secret to youth? Don’t get married.
*insert crazy laugh*


I gots to go. More crying to do. Festering. But in between the crying and the dying, I’m rhyming. Not lying…
I call myself a poet because I practice the art of poetry. I don’t need anyone else to tell me who I am, when pen and blood are one.


I know why Edgar Allan Poe died in the street, I know why Einstein quit school, I know why Jim Morrison quit college & disappeared from the world. I’m know why I’m about to quit life. 🙂
*dies some weird mysterious heartbroken death in the fucking street*
*insert crazy laugh*
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Black holes are the pupils of space
Light enters but can’t escape
Like the poetry we make
It enters but isn’t opaque
Still our eyes partake
Absorbing the love and the ache
The connection we create –
Will never go extinct in this place

© Delia Ross. 2020
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You’re not just my companion star, you’re my entire fucking world
Observe
300 trillion miles from Earth my love is still yours
I’m your girl
South, North, East, West
I love you best for sure
Visible to the naked eye and traveling light speeds my love
You left on me a celestial fingerprint
Love permanent
Every night I watch the stars rising like my love for you
Your name is etched on my soul true
I love you more than there are grains of sand
Watch love expand
It’s been expanding since the Big Bang 13 billion years ago
It was written so
Your lines are received
They are attached to me
You give me soul shattering earthquakes
Soulshakes, trembles, and full aches
My life leaped galaxies leaping for you
Hopscotch between your dream and mine
I’ve been gravitating towards you this whole time
The Earth is spinning because you kissed me with words
Where nothing hurts
I have never seen a bouquet more beautiful than the ones you assemble with verbs
Your eyes kiss mine and mountains tremble in skies
You make all of Earth rise
The stars are my love
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Hi y’all! I’ve been working on my Twitch channel! 😍
Thank you to everyone who has given it a follow!! ❤❤❤
My channel now has an identity and I’ve got my nose stuck in the Creator Camp trying to learn the ins-and-outs and it is so intricate, there is still so much to learn! I have a partial schedule up, but nothing is set in stone yet, I’ll also be doing some impromptu live streams!
Creators use Twitch for all sorts of things, to livestream their cooking shows, their music, their gaming, so I don’t see why I can’t do some open mic night spoken word in the future!! I’ve got an amp, I’ve got a mic, I’ve even got a guitar! Now I just gotta find my nerve! You can invite guest and everything, so I intend to fully use Twitch for all the things. But, baby steps.
I love to game and I will be doing more game walkthroughs. And I’ve already had a request to play ‘Dead By Daylight’ as the killer, so I’ll be fulfilling that request soon! Thank you for requesting! 🖒🖒
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Hi. How are you? Keeping safe? I’ve been trying to enjoy my summer by going on bike rides with my dog but it’s been raining like crazy around here. He loves to go on rides and I love taking him. He turned nine years old last week.
I haven’t been blogging as much, there’s little inspiration coming in. Just feeling absolutely drained and needing a break from the blogging sphere. I’ve honestly needed a break from everything in life. I miss travel, food, gigs, friends. This quarantine sucks and isolation has actually been harder for my depression. On the upside, Twitching has been fun.
Now that I’ve got on Twitch, I’ve been live streaming more. The app is so intricate, there is so much I’m still trying to learn. I’ve been working towards the affiliate goals, please give me a follow on my channel and help me reach 50 followers (7/50 currently)! 🙏❤🙏 I’m super shy, but pushing through boundaries. I play other games and I’ll get around to showing those off soon. I’m going to live stream other stuff than just games but I’m still learning the ropes on the platform.
I just want to open up and start sharing more of my life with you. So give me a follow over there if any of this interest you. If you have an Amazon Prime account you can connect your Twitch account and then you can actually subscribe to me (but I have to reach 50 followers before I can have subscribers).
Thank you to everyone who’s been checking out my channel!! It’s honestly helping me not be so stir-crazy!! Sending you lots of love!!
Catch me on my next live stream, coming soon! 🤗






I conjure words
Give them silhouette and form
Watch them rise a storm
Make them flood the world
I give idea method
For world’s unexplored
Breathing is only second
After pen is born
© Delia Ross. 2020
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oh hi my loves. i’ve just dropped some free spoken word on my Patreon campaign, as a thank you for supporting my campaign / & my blog. i hope you will enjoy it. ❤
Words Are Arrows Spoken Word MP3 (free) can be found at this link: https://www.patreon.com/posts/38682079
© Delia Ross. 2020
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People always pushing, always rushing, like they’re racing to die
They will try to hide it but you can see it in their eye
I don’t know what I’m doing but I know it’s going to make me cry
And I know you said you’re sorry but sorry won’t do it this time
© Delia Ross. 2020
I need to get this on my guitar. Bluesy style. Or even industrial (but it’s bluesy in my head. And I don’t know yet if it’s a verse or a chorus).

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Why are you a moon behind a cloud?
Exterminating the sun
And everything I’ve done
I don’t have the gumption to fight the blues
These depths you send me to are pressurized
Why do you flank my fears
Have I not sacrificed enough tears?
My blood thick of you
And every molecule
I’m stuck like glue
Can you erase me from your shit list
Sketch a smile or two?
I do not fare well
When feet are quicksand
Head sinking too
Your berries are poison but I ate a few
Just to taste the bitterness you accrue
Just to feel the things you do
Why do you lead me to darkness?
All these acres feels like abandonment
The atmosphere tenuous
Like the link of us
How do you forget?
Was it as quick as lightning
Your exit?
Still I trace your silhouette
I find clues on my doorstep
Was that your regret?
Leaving me too soon?
Is that my tears you collect?
Is defeat what you accept?
Please return this June
Preferably by noon
© Delia Ross. 2020

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You must be an alchemist
Changing storms into words
Are your hands magic?
Touching every part of me
Do you practice divination?
The way you see into my soul
Your eyes must be crystal
Casting spells of longing
You have complete control
I am just fire scrying
Your flame dancing
To your thunderous voice
To your incantations
Your ink must be supernatural
Enchanting my entire existence
For I do not remember life before your words
The sun shines differently now
I see only you
Clawing at my door
Wishing for something more
I am her
The one you wrote into existence
Am I your favorite page?
Or just a closed book collecting dust
My cover torn and worn
But aching for your magic
Open me up once again
Put flame into these bones
Come back to my forests
I am waiting for you
Heal me with your lips
Invoke me
Give me life once more
© Delia Ross. 2020

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Are you around in secret
Haunting me out of sequence
For love there is no treatment
And pain I seem to keep it
For you are my weakness
My heart you just keep squeezing
Haunting me throughout the seasons
Though my heart is always freezing
And why I love you there’s so many reasons
I can’t fight the endless feelings
My heart is yours for treason
© Delia Ross. 2020
I feel like I’ve loved you a lifetime and yet a lifetime is still not long enough to love you.



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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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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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Take the thread
Take the needle
Stitch the lip
Near the middle
Words be gone
Words be evil
Tongue the reason
I hate people
Take the lie
Wrap it civil
Make her feel
Less than equal
Eye be blind
To every freedom
Eye be closed
To those deceitful
© Delia Ross. 2019
He has heaven in his eyes but he will show you the abyss
You can call him by his name though he may not answer by it
For he is blind to his reflection and unaware of his own existence
But I would recognize him anywhere, in any mask, for he is hard to miss
He has iron in his touch and heavy is the one to hold the fist
Building foundations of regret from the lips of a poet
And softly does he roam all the roads of my heart and spirit
© Delia Ross. 2019
I live on an island of a dream
My joy is his trajectory
His eyes are the only skies I need
His love is the only fruit I eat
I taste him in seasons
I kiss him in the trillions
I lean on the shoulders of meaning
I cling to the shores of his breathing
I rest my plight in the palm of his hand
For his every touch is the promise land
And it’s finally a journey I can understand
For this is the mission fate had planned
And on and on and on we go together
Every step with you I’m feeling better
Every hug from you feels like my shelter
Hurting you is never in the weather
© Delia Ross. 2019





Shall I pass the wound to forgiveness
Shall I trust the universal oracle
What of the nest in my soul where your love is my law
Where I suffer for you and I fall
Have you ever loved me at all?
Should I exit the stage of treason
Where she robs me of desire
Where I see the smoke still rising
From the breast of her fire
Are you a mirage of love in a desert of loneliness?
Where I thirst forevermore
I still march along the madness
Of the trail of a whore
Echoes of happiness flash like lightning
Blinding yet spellbinding
And I dream of your shore
Where I wait in an ethereal forever
And I’m always hoping for more
My heart cradles the words for me that you write
It feels like a bandage covering the night
It feels like your hug holding me tight
A breath on my soul saying all is alright
Your lips on my spirit giving me might
In a fever I rush to you like a drug
But in truth you needn’t say a word
I’d love you in silence with only a hug
Your eyes to me they are the world
My road for you is only honey
I wish I were younger and that is my worry
But like an aging forest I offer you mercy
Shelter and warmth and tongues which are loving
I nurture this thirst because I know you are worthy
Even though your doubts keep both eyes blurry
No spells are needed to find my love
Reach out to fate cuz it fits like a glove
And punishments can be reserved for just fun 🙂
Trust me darling, I am the one
I’m not a deck of cards or just another turn
No fancy tricks needed not even a curse
The longer you wait the more that it hurts
I love you for better or for worse
My love is an ocean you better immerse
I’m available as a friend anytime that you want
The balls in your court, please use it not to haunt
xoxo
© Delia Ross. 2019





Underneath a veil and a secret
There is one who makes her weakest
A love forged from the deepest
And so she could never keep it
Two hearts that make a singular
A home where not a visitor
Like tongues that require signature
She whispered softly “Christopher”
© Delia Ross. 2019
Moments, however fleeting, live in the now
We watch time receding, as though a tide on a shore
We swim towards tomorrow with hope as an anchor
We stick our feet in time always hoping there is more
And every grain of sand is a memory that we store
We lock them in the past and hide behind a door
We walk on yesterday where our feet cannot explore
We softly wrap up lies and then tie them with a vow
© Delia Ross. 2019
Tell me all you know
Run the hours late
Let’s see how far we can go
Open wide your window
Unlock your hearted gate
Ride the future slow
I am a vessel for your secrets
An alter or your priestess
A mobile stage for your weakness
A friend for when you need it
I can follow or be your guide
When you’re feeling lost inside
And be there if you need a ride
Anytime, I’ll be by your side
Unlike a shadow in the dark
I would never break your heart
I’ve been loyal from the start
I’ve been told love is an art
© Delia Ross. 2019
Feeling so inspired lately… ✌️
He arrived during my storm
Lightning and crashes and bleeding thorns
I had not a sign to warn
And there was not an exit for him to turn
And though his silence did cause concern
For him, a bypasser watching me form
Inside the eye where I yearn
A witness to my fury and my charm
My winds so strong he flew from my arm
And I in regret for causing him harm
His patience for me wraps me and keeps me warm
Calming my tempers and lowering my horn
Gently kissing my existence where I was born
Settling my winds so I can learn
Repairing the parts in my heart which are torn
For every moment apart it’s him I do mourn
© Delia Ross. 2019
I struggle with reason. I dwell on it, rub over it like a pig in mud. Try it on, wear it overnight, sometimes invite it over for the weekend. And when pleasing, cook it a good meal. It takes awhile to break in, like a good pair of shoes that you love but that hurts your feet. They bleed and cause blisters yet you wear them anyway. You think the money or time invested is now worth the pain. So many hours pounding the streets in them. The pain never fades, it burrows and claws its way into every moment, crushing stone as you walk. Time moves on, leaving bitter trails stained with blood, a journey harder than once thought. Your worry weighing down, as peace is not coming back, and it cost more than you originally bought. In the end, you come to know every season. Every why. Every when. Every how. Reason will be an uninvited guest. Knowledge will begin to feel like treason. How could you not know? Until this very moment. With death lingering like a demon.
© Delia Ross. 2019
You’re coming to town, I heard in the news
You mention her name, it gives me troubling blues
I’ve been that girl, and I’ve fell in her shoes
I forget why I care or how I still hate you
They don’t think I’ve moved on and it’s probably true
But I don’t want you back, I’m the one who left
And the only one who apparently felt
It makes no difference now how many women you get
I was number one and your best asset
I spend all of my time just trying to forget
© Delia Ross. 2019
It doesn’t stop the ache
At night when I’m awake
Or morning’s when I’m broken
And words are barely spoken
My eyes will say I’m fine
Even if I’m on decline
You’ll never see me crying
But now you know I’m lying
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ve never had anyone look at me the way they look at her
Although I am fully grown I must be an amateur
I wonder when they look at me I appear to be a blur
Similar to a black hole, is there nothing to observe?
Many times I have been told I’m just not what they prefer
But why do they always get to decide what is that I deserve?
I applied to move to Mars, I hope they put in my transfer…
© Delia Ross. 2019
Why send an invitation if it’ll just be declined
I want to be seen but I stand with the blind
Every rejection makes me more aligned
I still look confused though I’ve made up my mind
You warned you were bad but you are the worst kind
Oh teacher, oh teacher why’d you leave me blue
Another desertion what more can I do
We barely had started but now we are through
I may have been late but I can’t outrun you
Give me the full movie not just the preview
© Delia Ross. 2019
My depression is working overtime and charging me extra. Can’t bribe him with a day off no matter the weather. Told him to get moving but he dropped the anchor. This lake is filled with tears and I ain’t getting better. I put it in a memorandum and even wrote it in a letter. He just laughed at me, shouted, and gave the middle finger. The only way I can quiet him is with some liquor. He follows me every year but here’s the kicker.
He mirrors me and worries me and is in every picture. The funny thing, the longer he dreams, the less I remember.
© Delia Ross. 2019
His smile will make a flower bloom
Like sunshine hitting over you
It feels a bit like morning dew
While burying your sorrows in a tomb
His smile is a community garden
Your wounds he will certainly pardon
He can make a heart unharden
It’s like my soul he’s always guarding
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pain after sunset
denial and regret
It’s now ten after sunset
you haven’t admitted anything yet
Blame during sunrise
But never a tear in your eye
Aim for shock and surprise
It’s so much better when they cry
Shame morning and afternoon
You’ll catch him singing the same ole tune
Same lying up under the moon
He wasn’t born with a silver spoon
© Delia Ross. 2019
Dark hair brown-eyed boy
get to know me
There are fields of gratitude to plow
The crown of my joy
and topic of every story
With you anything I’ll allow
© Delia Ross. 2019
The world sleeps
It passes noise for confusion
Sleep for delusion
Death it still creeps
© Delia Ross. 2019

In these pages he’s alive
In these words we do survive
In these moments nothing but time
Memories without a hard drive
We get by, we drive, we fly
No suffering when amongst a friend
But these words won’t bring him back again
No these words won’t bring him back again
The days on pages never end
The nights play out as you intend
He’ll heed the call when you contend
But these words won’t bring him back again
Said these words won’t bring him back
No these words won’t bring me back
© Delia Ross. 2019

And there upon my epitaph shall say, “died in the womb”, for life never existed and the heart was a broken tomb.
© Delia Ross. 2019
I travel by poetry-
Words are my train;
I go many places,
inside my own brain.
© Delia Ross. 2019
There’s always been something about you,
that when I look at you,
my soul just glitters;
Gold energy that seals my wounds
and puts me on display,
at shops in LA
Kintsugi for the soul
A broken soul with golden tear trails
It must look like a lightning bug
on a warm Summer’s day
Every now and then
you’ll catch a glimpse of my soul lighting up
much like when you smile at me
and I blossom like a butter cup
In those moments, life exist
I am not dead just yet
© Delia Ross. 2019
She breaks like sadness
dancing over the womb
She aches as night
washes over the Moon
If you shine your light
she will run too soon
Overstay your welcome
and she’ll be gone by noon
© Delia Ross. 2019
WARNING: The following story contains explicit gore, imagery, & death. It is intended for an older audience. Though it is not age restricted, caution should be taken when reading, as it may cause triggers in some due to the sensitive context and subject matter. Proceed with caution.
My Son Part 1: The Promise
“The bloody note,
that his lost wife wrote,
He found under his pillow,
when in the afternoon he awoke.
His heart grew weak as he read her final thoughts,
her last words about the son she lost,
and the promise that she broke.
But it sends him right,
back to that lovely night,
when they felt each other’s love,
and gave each other light.
But he tears up when he remembers the deed,
the love he felt then, seems now like greed.
Her promise he would recite.
‘Our life together, darling, has just begun,
And I would be honored if you had our son.’
He was her man and she was his lady,
and so he asked her to have his baby.
Neither hesitated.
She lay on the floor,
as the blood poured,
she felt the one inside,
would live no more.
And she was crying for help and she called everyone.
Thinking that someone could save her son.”
The promise lay on the ground torn.
The shame she had,
when he took her hand,
in the hospital room,
but he made no demand.
And when he first entered, she wouldn’t even lock,
her eyes with his, she just turned toward the wall.
Thinking the promise, she would damn.
But she looked in time,
with her tearing eyes,
she wanted to see him,
the one she was denied.
And when she did, her world was shattered,
And put in submission.
It was black and bloody and in the fetal position.
Her promise was a lie.
‘Our life, my darling, had just begun.
I only need my girl and I don’t need a son.’
He said this, but he could not hide his pain,
He knew that their love would never be the same.
Neither reiterated.
And alas one evening,
while he was dreaming,
she’d lay in the tub,
her wrists slashed and bleeding.
And when he saw the result his heart receded,
it tore apart when her wrists stopped bleeding.
The promise she was relieving.
And after the police went,
And after the trial,
After the search of his house,
And long after denial,
That’s when he found her letter of regret.
Buried under his pillow so he couldn’t neglect.
But then arose a devious smile.
‘Our life, my darling, has just begun.
All I have to do is save some of your blood.’
He knew a man who could restore her life
half of this woman would still be half of his wife.
Shockingly, he never hesitated.”
© Delia Ross. 2010
Stay tuned for Part 2: The Note Beneath His Pillow & Part 3: Half of Her Life
PICTURE OF A PICTURE by @poeeternal
I have a picture of a picture
It was clear I wasn’t stricter
I have a picture of her picture
He’d still be here if I were richer
It won’t be long & he will ditch her
She’ll have a picture of his picture
Bury her head deep into the scripture
Dreams will cease she’ll be a wisher
With just a picture of their picture
He’s nothing but an old gold digger
I’ve got my finger on the trigger
A heavy hitter he’s a sinner
You better burn his fucking picture
I can hear his fanbase snicker
While they drown away in liquor
And wish they owned these fucking pictures
Maybe I’ll post them all on Twitter
It’s something maybe I’ll consider
When I’m feeling a bit less bitter
© Delia Ross. 2019