Where have you lead me
To dreams or to ruins
Won’t find me begging
Despite my pursuing
Though knee was caught bending
To all you were choosing
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Dust
You speak and turn hope to dust
The way I combust
No room for love to adjust
Like iron to rust
A bull you can never trust
No you, no I, no ‘us’
Useless
But now the earth is filled with crust
You walk and turn earth to cinder
Watch my soul grow dimmer
The way a burning lie will hinder
I’m left with barely a shimmer
Won’t forget but can’t remember
You turn wonder to winter
Count my prayers, now I’m a sinner
Guess I’ll never be a winner
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Decided to write a poem without the similes but then it felt naked so I had to put one in. 😇
I thought Dracul loved Mina. Where’s my big love? 😤😤😤
*sobs*
My tears are burning
😭😭😭 helps 😭😭😭
Oh, I just wrote this. But the way my brain is deteriorating, it surprises me I can write at all.
Well maybe when the day comes that I forget my name that I’ll finally remember yours.
Don’t fall in love with a devil 😭
It’s purgatory 😭😭😭
But now I know why Edgar Allan Poe died on the street, nakid, possibly poisoned, broke, heartbrokes, likely depressed and drunk. And he served 2 years in the military, he didn’t deserve a death like that. That was not an honorable death. Welp. He better have a statue out there or I’m gonna have an effing fit. But whatev. Asteroid Apophis is on her way. End times will come for all.
Gonna die unloved.
Not everyone winds up with a burial plot. For many, they become dust in the sand. And it takes an extreme amount of heat to burn a body. Extreme to turn bones to dust.
I’m having trouble facing my own ending.
Welps.
I need God to throw me a bone. Hungers.
Filigree
I know you come to me
From windswept dunes
Hollow and calloused from time
You keep crawling
And I a mirage you are hauling
Like dying dreams painted golden filigree
Am I unholy?
The way you hold me
Like butterfly wings
You’re now unfolding
Reflections cast like starlight
You keep me glowing
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Do y’all get tired of my similes? The comparisons? Because Gwen Stefani uses the word “like” in every other word just talkin’ and I’m actually trying to use mine in a creative way. I’m just wondering how many people out there are actually annoyed at my creativity? Asking for a friend.
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Freedom
How do I find freedom when I am shackled to your will?
And lonely do I travel when I’m crawling up your hill
How I linger in your shadow ’til you give me light to feel
And hour after hour I am at a standstill
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
SHACKLED TO YOUR WILL
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Who Is Who?
I don’t know who is who?
Turn the boy purple, he’s still you?
And that one on the corner, he is too?
In fact, multiple the number, now there’s a few?
Or maybe there is no one, my eyes can’t trust the view?
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
Obsession + brain injury = you you you 😏
Protege
I’m like his protege
Whispers in decay
Messages like ballet
Asks if I’m okay
Says I am babe
And I make his day
Take his sky from grey
Wants to see me slay
He points me to Broadway
They got the fee to pay
Says I outta play
I’m like his protege
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Not all the messages in my inbox say “fuck you”. Some DM’s are pretty good too.
Thought I’d take a break from the negativity and reflect on that.
I got some fans out there. They’re not all enemies.
Not everybody wants me to die.
FYI.
Got news about how my dad died today. My dad wasn’t in the best health but the COD was natural/ atherosclerotic cardiovascular disease (so likely heart attack or stroke).
We are still dealing with legal matters, I’m mourning (he died last month in December).
I’m hoping I can get a workout in today and tomorrow and Sunday so I don’t feel like I’ve lost an entire fucking week but like it’s been a rough one.
I hate being depressed and I don’t get people who are depressed who actually have energy, I think those people are just discontent or bored with their life. That isn’t depression. If you can run a marathon, you aren’t depressed honey. Fatigue is the number one symptom. Welp. And crying. And thoughts of dying. The thought of checking the mail is like climbing Mount Everest.
I’m not lazy, I’m depressed. Where is my 6 foot hole so I can crawl into it. But could you put a heating pad down there cuz the Earth is kind of cold? And some Pink Floyd tunes?
I haven’t actually been listening to a lot of music. Or playing my guitar. But I stare at my guitar daily and I won’t put it in its guitar case because I’m hoping that I’ll play it if it’s out and I’ll even try to convince myself that I want to play my guitar but like the energy just isn’t there and there’s no joy or desire for anything.
Tacos. I desire tacos.
And a foot slave. So, I’m going to be bringing some foot fetish stuff to my onlyfans as well as some nude digiart because I love making digiart but have never actually done nude digi art of myself so I got some new OF goals. I am still planning that big vampire cosplay shoot for my OF too.
Can’t rush the art but time is of the essence…
I’m really excited about making some kinky Foot videos.
I have the cutest little feet and now they have a purpose!
I also have a shoe fetish! I love buying shoes but I prefer being barefoot it’s a conundrum I know but now my shoes have a fucking purpose too especially in this quarantine where I can’t do anything with them!!
I’m not really interested in making like Tik Tok videos of me changing my outfits.
And I tried to go live on Twitch via my computer and the audio is all kinds of messed up and I don’t know why.
So, I’ll be attempting to do an Instagram livestream where I read some of my top poetry from my website.
I haven’t started hooping yet either and I’m kind of bummed about that.
I’ll try to keep making baby steps towards everything I want to do because I’ve been mourning pretty bad behind-the-scenes.
But I’m feeling so overwhelmed like I need to take two or three days to just not do anything at all.
I’m dealing with a lot of chemical imbalances in my body.
Hormones.
I’m moody. Edgy.
Is it normal to be this edgy after losing a parent? Me and my dad were pretty close but we also had a pretty rocky relationship.
It hadn’t really been rocky though, I mean since I was a kid honestly.
I just saw him not even 2 years ago for my birthday. But somewhere in between that time and him dying I got mad at him and pushed him away like I’ve done everybody else.
I had actually been contemplating emailing him for his birthday but he died just a few days before his birthday so I didn’t get a chance to make it right.
I still believe that 6 minute rare rainbow event was my dad saying goodbye. He was one hell of a B3 organ player, played guitar, sang. Gigging was his life. I got to see his final gig. His “great gig in the sky”. He loved Pink Floyd near as much as me. And I could play Pink Floyd as much as I wanted around my dad which is cool because parents and kids usually don’t listen to the same music so.
Sorry to put all this on you, I usually put it on my therapist.
Or, to the next person who wants to step on my precious fucking feet.
Welp. I am small but mighty. Like Napoleon (although I think I’m taller than he was). That’s a weird fact to remember about someone, so I had to go Google it just to see and it says he was 5’6″, which means we were actually the exact height. But, I am taller in boots and heels, to be fair.
Awe shit, and he’s a leo! No wonder I like him lol. Was he banned from France? What did he do? I can’t remember off hand!!
Has anyone ever been banned from your country? Or here in America? I don’t recall. It might be a blessing to get banned now. KIDDING. JOKES.
Isn’t New Zealand covid free or something? How do you get banned from a country? What country takes you in? What in the actual fuck. Could you imagine being banned from the planet? You’re no longer allowed on Earth, you’re going to Mars. Well fuck, when are we leaving?
Speaking of Mars, got my NASA boarding pass for the upcoming Mars landing!
Y’all know, I actually DID apply to live on Mars with Mars One in 2013 and there were over 200,000 people who applied and not only did I get a call back but I made it all the way into round 2 I made it through all of my medical examinations until I dropped out for personal reasons. But, Mars y’all. Mars. It’s a love of mine. And I did lots of interviews when I was in the running! I was actually a candidate to live on Mars. I had folks laughing til they saw me on the news and in the paper and then my command sergeant major said his son was interested in going too! But in uniform at the Golden Corral when he first learned about the Mars thing, he kept looking at me from across the table saying “you’re going to die Ross, you’re going to die, they don’t have food on Mars”. He knows how much I love food and let’s be honest he didn’t want to lose one of his best soldiers. But after his son learned about it, and they saw me on the news, he was quite proud of me. 😊 He even brought a little clip from a newspaper he found of me mentioned. I’m sure it’s buried around here somewhere with all my awards and medals that would take up probably an entire wall or more.
My Mars One profile: https://community.mars-one.com/profile/34d6acb7-ade0-4c59-b462-f41d636512d7
And feel free to stalk my old Facebook Mars One Candidate page, it’ll have all sorts of links and videos. Hope shit still works. I’m ancient. LOL https://m.facebook.com/deliatomars/
I deployed to Kuwait and Iraq (not Afghanistan) but it was a pretty fun interview!! Just wish I hadn’t invited my evil ex along but at least they spelled his name wrong *evil laugh* https://youtu.be/yupJHGGuMU0
And it’s not true about stuff being on the internet forever because I lost stuff. Important stuffs. That I believed would be around forever…
This conversation went EVERYWHERE. LOOK SQUIRREL!
The Sun
I know the sun will never set on me
I only receive light from envy
I know my birth was not well received
Why true love was never achieved
I know why hope is deceived
And why lungs can hardly breathe
I know why razor lays unsheathed
Where faces will never grieve
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
The Nameless
You left messages in the clouds
When all your sky was dread
So I withdrew the shrouds
And colored rainbow instead
You said the crop was dry
And maybe even dead
So I sprinkled hope heaven high
And let the fire spread
From eternal hope love’s leaning
To your soul it is grain
And if my love has any meaning
Then these words are open plains
I swore I heard a blue bird singing
He had such sweet refrain
But then I woke from dreaming
And couldn’t name your name
© Delia Ross. 2021
I mean, I just freestyle wrote this. What. Stop rhyming? I mean, like maybe after I die. MAYBE.
Lilith – a 20 word poem
She is spiteful
Like a spear into your side
She’ll act delightful
Spike the sponge with cyanide
She’s fucking stifle
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I curse & rhyme. Sorry not sorry?
I know Adam likes to Gaslight the world and make everyone believe that I’m the root of all evil but let’s not forget about Lilith please.
Billow
You come to me in floods
And I a drought who needs your surge
You make me rafts shaped like buds
Where through the billowing hope will merge
You give me anchor, you give me calm
The way on Earth the Sun has shone
The way your presence feels like dawn
You give love the room to run
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
How Light Travels
Do you know how light travels at light-speeds?
That’s how fast I travel to your galaxy.
Whatever your wants, whatever your needs.
My heart will see that it proceeds.
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I need you. Infinitely.
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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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Cunning
I drink from the carton
And I never show my enemy how I’m hurtin’
I draw the curtain
And if you catch me taking a nap
Are you for certain?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Sometimes you gotta fight for justice after a wrongful crucifixion. Course plot redirected.
Bitch, I’m on fire! *giggles*
Oh. You thought I was smiling. How cute.
Parting
Look at how it parts The Red Sea
Still you ask if we love thee
Look at how the Earth is splitting
We have taken a knee
Look at how the clouds hover me
Galaxies glowing from envy
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Welp. Another ‘after midnight’ freestyle.
Below contains maybe trigger warnings so read at your own discretion. I have the ability to offend. One of my superpowers!
Sidenote: my dad died last month, and while I may seem actively posting, I’m kinda falling apart behind-the-scenes. I’m not taking too keenly the demands of my time, I’m still pushing people away, suicidal, and out of fucks to give. It’s just an FYI. I’ve no mind to socialize. I’m an introvert. I dig my privacy. I’ve always been an elusive creature. And picky with how I share my time. The narcissist is abundant and will drain me dry. It’s nothing personal, just how I be. You’ll notice how I don’t have a contact page. And now I don’t like leaving comments on other bloggers stuff because my email gets disclosed and I start receiving unwanted emails. This just recently happened where another blogger was acting super obsessive of me and my time and emailing me nearly on the daily (and was going on and on about how into me he was- but he doesn’t support any of my campaigns). I had to set him straight. I guess I should feel bad for sending demons back to hell but I’m dead inside. 👍👍
You will likely hear other bloggers call me a “bitch” for being indifferent to their narcissistic tools of manipulation…. M’kay keep moving. I know my worth.
I am a Vampiress. Queen of the Undead. And I bite.
*muwahahahahaha*
And y’all thought I was joking when I told you the devil has me on speed dial for advice. Tsk tsk.
In other news, I have packages in delivery, but due to covid, may not arrive til next year. Welp. I’m being sarcastic. They should have already arrived but they’re kind of in limbo. I’ve been planning a vampire cosplay shoot. Like, we may get to Mars before that happens. Again, sarcasm. But it’s the first time I’ve ever done anything like I’m planning to do and I’ve planned to do it during a fucking pandemic. Not the best timing I admit. But 2021 already feels like deja vu. Or just 2020 2.0.
I feel like I’ve been here before even though I haven’t. I feel aloof. Have I really died? Heaven feels kind of empty.
Is there like a hug from Gavin Rossdale at the end of the tunnel/light? I need hugs. Welp.
Not in love with the guy, just been obsessed with him since the 90s, my second crush, no big deal. It’s just when he sees me at his shows he showers me with all sorts of love and sometimes his guitar pick or sweat. I act all sorts of stewpids around him. Cursed him accidentally in Miami once but the next day I got a tweet by him that it was great to see me. Got all kinds of mems with my king but man I didn’t get to go to one show in 2020 which means I didn’t get one fucking hug from my king. Welp.
There aren’t many bands in the alternative scene that are still putting out music that I like or many of them have already died but Bush remain a huge inspiration for me musically. Dig his films too. Gavin Rossdale’s role in “Constantine” with Keanu Reeves was fucking amazing. Gav has done lots of film stuff but he’s not fond of the long hours, itchy makeups, TV, or being away from his fams. KING.
I miss gigging so much. Gah. I’ve seen Bush in several different states and cities now. But it’s to the point I’m ready to save up some money to see them in the UK. Only the pandemic as a barricade. Welp.
The Bush Army hate me but the leader likes me coming to his shows. 😍
If I ever get the chance to meet him again I hope I can act normal. I literally start screaming when he comes near me okay I fucking scream. Like a little girl. How fucking cute. But then I start dropping shit or I’ll cuss him out or I’ll forget like basic introductions. Welp. My brain just dumps loads of chemicals when I’m around him and I go fucking haywire. It’s ridic.
I do have loads of band photography from a lot of bands that I’ve seen because photography is a passion of mine and maybe one day I’ll start sharing that here on my blog.
When I love a band I love a band obsessively and wholly. Pink Floyd has been my number uno since the age of 8. I’d piss myself if I ever met David Gilmour. Maybe keel over and die of happiness too. Welp.
This poem IS NOT about my king. I do not long for him in such ways. I couldn’t sleep and it’s now almost 2 a.m. and I needed someone to talk to. Kinda. The quiet hours are my favorite time to write. Or just be. You also have to be extremely careful of serial killers and rapists but you know. I have 15 years of army training as a reminder. I am a trained killer. But also, I don’t really think killers like killing suicidal people cuz we just be like “yeah come on give it to me, where yah been my whole life” 😍…
So what’s the pandemic like at your neck of the woods? I’m going stir crazy if yah can’t tell. And Florida feels like 1 degree. I can’t even step outside it feels like Antarctica. I need my cold weather gear to take my dog for a piss. I can’t deals.
I always find it so strange that the absence of light means coldness. Death. I don’t want anybody touching my cold fucking leather after I die. I’m starting to have these weird fucking ideas about my body when I die.
It’s weird seeking death and immortality at the same time but I’m a strange one.
Ideally, I would like to donate my entire body to an organization that would like to freeze me and bring me back via clone or some sort of digital format. I don’t really want to donate my body to science so some students can cut me up and squirt my blood all over each other laughing, no thanks.
Or that asshole in the morgue who doesn’t know how to handle my hair.
Yes, I worry about my body after death. Why? I know not.
Necrophiliac’s? Eek. I have trouble fucking things that ARE alive.
Sometimes the dead are more alive tho. And better company.
Welp.
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.
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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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A Great Awakening
Now falls upon me a great awakening
Every hour ink is spilling from my pen
From feet to earth to heart again
When does aching end?
How do I demand for time to repent?
Give him a moment for light to ascend?
Wipe from my hand all he condemned?
He makes a terrible friend!
Eyes bleeding from all they comprehend
Faces turning from where they have been
Islands growing thinner from terrible sin
I am sick of him!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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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Inconsolable
Inconsolable
The way you throb for her
I move through life
Like I’ve heard not a word
You’ll get what you deserve
My love decomposable
Grasping at darkness
It’s exposable
The Great Unearthing
You’re disposable
© Delia Ross. 2021
Sorry not sorry?
I have some photo shoots I’m wanting to get done but also a lot of moving parts that need to come together. Scout locations. Costume fittings. Weather permitting. And that’s just a few… I don’t want to give away too much but I’ve never done anything like this before. Patience needs to be a virtue. I’m antsy.
The Covid pandemic is also holding up items in the mail that I need. But whatevs. Life. Gotta come up with plan B, C, D and revise/update when you can. I’m very spontaneous, what the fuck is patience? Go now! Welp. Not now now though because it feels like Antarctica outside currently. I nearly turned into a Snowman. WTF Florida get it together. My heat is on.
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Partial Poem *Reblog*
exposed to you in naked lines I draw from worlds I’ve not made real save for the cosmos of my rhymes a universe of verse revealed read each word on tender lips that they find life beyond this mind the ink-stains on my fingertips made flesh and blood for you to find let each sound […]
Partial Poem
Completely and utterly inspired by blogger and poet The Blighters Rock. Fantastic writing consistently (hope he doesn’t mind the share)…
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.
I’ve been seriously busy planning a cool photoshoot so I hope things go according to plans. They rarely do! So I don’t want to give anything away yet. But, as things progress, you know, updates. I haz secrets!! 😍
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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. 😍
New Year
It’s a new year, a new start
My body’s not a work of art
I’ve lost my shape, my form, but not my heart
I give you all I have to part
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
New year, new attitude. New workout routine too. Disabled not obsolete. Thanks for following my journey.
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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
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
More poetry coming to my blog and my Patreon…
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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…
I made a new reel today!
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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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Deceit
I was made of him
Part holy, part devil
The line is thin
I call him Grim
The only name I’m able
Lying is his den
The trust is slim
Like money under a table
Deceit is dim
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
More poetry coming, so I’m about to blow up the WordPress feed over the next few days, with multiple postings in a day, so you may need to check my actual blog to not miss a feed (unless you have the notifications set on).
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I once tried to maintain some sort of theme and posting order but my life is chaos currently.
I’m on edge. Welp.
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You Equals Life (U=L)
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
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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
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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).
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 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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The Great Expanse
How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.
© Delia Ross. 2020
😑
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?
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.
The only thing that matters is now.
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Control (Freestyle Spoken Word TikTok video)
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/
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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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Fool’s Gold
Something good comes from all bad things but I can’t find one here…
Fool’s Gold
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.
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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Occlude
Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?
Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?
©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).
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.
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.
LinkTree= the universe you’ll find me
What Lies Beneath
I don’t know what lies beneath here
I have sorrow holding ranks like an army
Underneath armor burden is a spear
And it hits you like a tsunami
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
RIP daddy. Your burden is our burden now. 😭 https://gf.me/u/za27nc
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