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
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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
…it’s a day of hauntings and heartbreak and loss, and maybe just missing things that you never had (but were close enough to hold on and never let go)… …the theme of the poems I’ve been reading on people’s blogs seem to reflect this ‘strange day’ mood…
A Tide’s Breath Apart
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He appeared as flower
He was lead
A vision of power
Though was dead
Atop a tower
Skin was shed
Still every hour
Lies were said
A sky or cower
Appearance is dread
Every soul he will devour
To sin he’s pled
I fear his evil scour
The darkness he fed
And underneath the devil’s bower
More evil was bred
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Sometimes I wonder if I peered into Pandora’s box or if I am Pandora’s box. Uhm, my eyes bleed.
The fall from heaven is a terribly long one. Helps.



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How do you hold onto an ocean current?
There are continents pulling to get away.
Sunspots are forming from your grip.
These tides rise as high as a moon.
The seas are calling and beckoning.
Can you not hear our cries?
The backdrop is hope.
It went missing from the wide blue sky.
How do you tell heaven to kneel?
Your indigo is a ruse.
Still, are there not galaxies forming under your will?
We collide and bruise.
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
A bit of a Frankenstein poem for you; half non-rhyme, half rhyme- unintentional.
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Do you think if silence had a sound, it would sound like my heartbeat next to yours?
Gently crashing on your soul like frothy shores?
Per chance the knocking were only open doors?
Would it end our wars?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
I was going to write a non rhyme and then 5 seconds later this poem was born. Light-speeds!
Elite. I live and breathe this shite. Eh, addictions. What can you do? The madness is the cure. I’ll eventually get another non-rhyme out of me. I’ve been trying to pull that bitch out!! Just don’t rhyme. Simple. Right? Eh, no. Not at all. 😣😑😮😣😏🙄
*pen to vein* *inject all the feels* *euphoric* Oooh me wrotes another rhyme!!! It just fell out! Am I allowed to sometimes like the stuff that I write? Cuz this gave me a sweet tooth. You? 😍
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If longing had wings with starlight attached
Were it equipped to carry hope and well-being
If troubles were a sunset
Drifting into sea
Would you catch me?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

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What are your words if hollow and brittle?
What becomes of care when you show so little?
Then remove the lie from the middle-
Watch your honor fade and dwindle?
It’s time integrity took a stand
Purity is the only thing I’ve got in hand
I fell for your ruse, you’re just the better man?
But I can promise, it won’t happen again…
I’ve learned that love is simply a myth
And if you have a name, let’s call you Judas
Deception is every kiss
And betrayal, it’s written on your fist…
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t even know who I’m talking to anymore. Judas Iscariot? Where’s my kiss?
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Words were never said
Eyes peering like cement
He could see the rise and fall of her chest
Feel the heat of her heart with every breath Moving across the cold air
Her feet sizzling from where she fell
Took iron strength just to stand and stare
He moved taking a step toward her
As her body slowly extended upward
Pulling her wings in tighter
She was a fighter
He towered her petite frame
His breathing was met with flame
Expelling from the side of his lip
He had sin wrapped around his hip
He cast a glare on her like an eclipse
She was a rare sight in holy mist
How far from heaven she did exist
To fall on hell to feel his kiss
His hoof moved a step closer in
It’s the closest to heaven he’s ever been
Her desire never smelled of sin
For love she fell and she’d do it again
It’s as if all time existed in one evening
Her eyes were wet with fear and seething
Or maybe the reflection was mere envy
Whatever it was, he only could stop the bleeding
His step was sturdy with blight
He didn’t want to fill her with fright
And having better intentions despite
He lowered a knee becoming her knight
Love came to him in a clump
She brought the world to him in just one jump
They stood on eternity though ground was a dump
And with only a smile she gave him a bump
To be continued…?




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There are signs posted with moss covering
Empty bottles where the devil is recovering
Dirty feathers all around in piles cluttering
And care is a word I hear you keep uttering
There are scabs where blood is spluttering
No cover for my mouth we are discovering
Though secrets are a map I’m not uncovering
And love is the only thing left hovering
© Delia Ross. 2020



I iz bad. Past my expiration date? Losing me mind. One moment at a time.
DEPRESSION AWARENESS
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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. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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Where am I to go
When life without you is all I’ll know
A galaxy out of control
A black hole forming in my soul
And how the skies envy her reign
I am lost all the same
Keep calling your name
Though I don’t know where to aim
Directionless, still my compass points to you
North, south, east, west; you’re all I’m into
Or how the space inside grew
When away you flew
Leaving me an island of despair
I’ve laid my soul out bare
Drowning on too much air
Believing you’ll never care
My love, pull the lights from me please
Have mercy
Into darkness help me ease
Give me eternal sleep
© Delia Ross. 2020

Give me death or you
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The lie it grew and grew and grew
I knew
I fell from heaven on the truth
Got stuck like glue
On every lie because of you
Oh, it hurts so much too
From empty bottle to fully blue
Hell mistook me for a fool
Your prayer dropped a clue
You envy youth
Now away it flew
Leaving you with tooth
How they accrue
Still every mask I cut through
It’s time I withdrew
© Delia Ross. 2020
Spent the night soiling the earth with tears begging the almighty to let me see what I need so I could be free. Didn’t understand the lesson that be. Crying to God, you can lead a demon to holy water, but you cannot make him drink!!!
Nearly drowning from all that makes me bleed. Suffocating on the very air that we breathe. He gave me new eyes to see. Your soul is empty. God cut me free (now whose lying).


Sidenote: I’ve been in some sort of weird rhyme scheme where I limit my vocabulary even more than I normally do when rhyming. I don’t rhyme just to rhyme, that’s where people fall flat. There’s probably a name for what I’m doing but brain damage. Losing my mind. I see way more than I want to see with my third eye and I’ve never been so fucking depressed or lonely in my life and it’s not that I don’t like my own company because I do – that’s why I’m isolated. I’m growing ever more suicidal and out of fucks to give. But doing the rhyme scheme like I did above, that shit is hard, yo.
I was also at a place where I was worried about using the same words that I had already used before and then I decided to just let that go.
I’ll probably be jumping off the Eiffel fucking Tower reciting some last words you know. Eh. CR CR CRAZZZY out of fucks to give.
Words are the only thing left holding me together.
Oh, you thought that was just a line?
The only thing I’m staying alive for at this point is the Matrix 4. And maybe another hug from Gavin Rossdale cuz he’s like my fountain of youth. I sniffed his neck once, I’m so fucking weird!!!! I think I wanted a bite 😩
I’m sure he’d like that but not while he’s singing to thousands of people!
Then again, this is me. I could get away with murder just with my smile. 😊
I am 1000% insane crazy because I’m literally in love with dracul even tho he’s a fucking monster. Rip my fucking heart out. At least Mina got laid!!!!! She died by suicide, FYI!!!
SHE WAS REAL!!!! *laughs insanely*
Dracul is still very much feared in his land. I wanted to get married in Transylvania or there about.
Love isn’t real, is it? You never really loved me.
*dives off tower*
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None of you were worth it
You made me worthless
Able to love less
Daily a failed test
Deserving a holed chest
A bullet not a vest
Time to give it a rest
Suicide at its best
© Delia Ross. 2020

My best friend had the right idea putting a 357 Magnum gun to her head and blasting a bullet through her brain ending her precious litte life before age 14.
I don’t know why I stuck around this long lying to myself pretending things would get better. They have not.
My best friend’s mom later hung herself on a fucking rope at like age 46 and I’m not far from it.
Edgar Allan Poe couldn’t live without love either and died on the fucking street naked, unknown, poor, fucking broke, and heartbroke. I dare say he was depressed too and I’m officially diagnosing Edgar Allan Poe as depressed. People haven’t got much better. BEASTS in CARDIGAN. Some without a backbone or spine. That’s why they can easily replace you on a dime they’re empty and soulless.
Suicidal and out of fucks to give.
Too much gaslighting and narcissism in the world. No love or nurturing coming in.
The sheeple over run.
I WANT OUT. LET ME OUT
*free yer mind* *okie dokie* *if you die in the Matrix you die in the real world* *jumps from bridge*

I go from flatline
To hips shaking engorging my mind
He is insanely fine
Light-speeds of love climbing my spine
Images burning between time
All hell then divine
Wish I could call him mine
© Delia Ross. 2020


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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 tomb or home
I’d rather be alone
Direction unknown
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I’m verified
Terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
Crucified
No reason why
Don’t care to cope
It’s suicide
He’s all a lie
Too tired to try
Life is a rope
I’m hanging by
I’m verified
But terrified
Lost all hope
My jealous side
My jealous side
I’m hanging by
My jealous side
It’s suicide
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @PoeEternal





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He watches me
The way time moves over my feet
My doors opening and closing
Peering into the window of all I am exposing
Playing tug-of-war with hearts decomposing
My third eye all-knowing
He watches you
Catching me in view
And what we do
We’re split in truth
Well, who knew?
I guess he loves me too 💕
© Delia Ross. 2020

To be honest, I’m still a tiny microorganism. Compared to my love for you. Like all the dark matter in the universe, it just grew. Space equals truth. 💕
I love you. I hate you tug-of-war
I’m staying. I’m leaving tug-of-war
I’m empty. You’re in me tug-of-war
I’m pulling. You’re tugging tug-of-war

I’m sorry I’m mean to you. I don’t want to cry anymore. Don’t retaliate. 😭😭😭
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My love –
You hold me on your back the way earth holds all creation
Changing earthquakes to calm lakes
Sunrise to reason
I’m freestyling steps while doubling the stakes
Love is cold but still in season
Dancing over simmering aches
You’re stepping over treason
Bleeding to stay awake
Though love is like a beacon
I’m all in- whatever it takes
Because you’re all I’m ever needing
© Delia Ross. 2020


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He says, I ain’t worth a penny
Still eyes will stare, I am trendy
Fingers counting more than twenty
See me now, I am plenty
Spat on, shined up with envy
Tossed in water ever gently
Down into a well, my only entry
They all say that they don’t need me
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal



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

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

People think I’m in love with Gavin but I’m not, it’s just a silly crush I’ve had since I was age 12 and I’m insanely addicted to the music, it’s a music fan / artist relationship thing. He inspires me in different ways. He teaches me life lessons. Like how to stay alive when you don’t have the love of your life (he lost his big love- Gwen Stefani- they have 3 kids together. He has not replaced her).
Gavin Rossdale comes from that alternative scene where all his comrades are dying by suicide, which are basically his friends and I thought that we might lose him too when he lost Gwen Stefani (divorceeeee via humiliation, retaliation, he got to hear “used to love you” while walking in an airport. She didn’t take long to move on either, did she). Two thumbs down.👎👎
But he hung onto his fans and he says that he needs us more than ever now. I know what he means. He promised me on air that he would never hurt himself. But I need him too. I’m an outcast. He knows that. He knows what that feels like. To be the lone wolf! For the most part he’s had to deal with the United Kingdom hating him. Even of today, they will refer to him as “who is he” (as if he is no one) or use him as a slight against Gwen Stefani, when it was her band opening up for Bush and not the other way around (he made her known, not vice versa).
Gav has seen me at my worse. He still jumps off the stage to give me hugs when he sees my face. It gives me the happy feels. To be seen. To feel I have an ounce of worth. To feel appreciated. Because to the rest of the world, I am invisible and just a number (including to the love of my life, who could care less of my existence. He’d replace me in an instance). But there’s nothing like the feel of when Gavin sets his sights on me, and is walking towards me, and I know he’s headed my way, it’s so intense, his expression. That feeling of, “he see’s me, he’s headed my way”, “I’m not lost in the crowd” and Gavin is the type of guy who never looks away from me, yet I always break eye contact!!!


Or like when he’s talking to his other fans, he’ll literally keep looking back at me and I always run away from him. I act stupid guaranteed. But like, I’m a soldier and he’s a king. He’s why I do these things. Basic. I need the music. Always have. Not just his music or art. All the things. Music keeps me going. Grounded. Alive. Couldn’t have survived the Iraqi war without it. Labor. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Poordom. Life.
Music is life. I need another gig. This century. THIS YEAR. COME ON 2020!!!



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God gave me the best pearl
He’s wonderful
For him my wings unfurl
I’m his girl
It matters not how far I fall
He will catch them all
For I am his favorite doll
Over hell he would crawl
© Delia Ross. 2020
My love, truth can’t hide from your eyes
Roads to heaven’s skies
I hear your cries
Even your silence pries
You wish for roads to collide
I too abide
Wading rising tides
Footsteps in rhyme
I am the ultimate alibi
A secret in your sky
You are my high
I can’t deny
I’ve tried to lie, hide
Give the love to another guy
I can’t comply
I’d rather die
© Delia Ross. 2020
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All I am is zeroes and ones. Hung up by rope with every mistake that I’ve done. Counting the ones and zeroes as all sum. God life ain’t fun.
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

Opened up my eyes, had a follow request, saw a post on binary code, and wallah. Poem. I apparently still love him in between the endless BLOCKING and UNBLOCKING that I do. I’m sorrys! 😭
I’m dying for his touch. Don’t even really know who he is, I just know he’s my entire fucking world and existence.
And I need him so much my mind will turn complete strangers into him.
Just because I can’t see him doesn’t mean he’s not around.
Just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean I’m not being followed.

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I fall so deep into the earth
Unable to show you just how much you are worth
I become the very thing I curse
And then I can’t stop the hurt
A runaway greenhouse effect
Mirroring the very thing I deject
Or hoping for any way to connect
A sinking Titanic from gorgeous to wrecked
Now I am laying on your ocean floor
With torn lace and silver but still rather poor
I’ve decorated disaster with devilish decor
Burned out, unmarried, but nothing much more
© Delia Ross. 2020
Mumbo jumbo for the one below. Sign post reads: Stop here

I don’t mean to hurt you. 😭😭😭
I don’t know why I hurt you. 😭😭😭
I don’t want to hurt you. 😭😭😭
I’m just a sinking man trying to make you drown with me. 😭😭😭
A drowning man is the most dangerous. 😭😭😭
I’m no good. 😭😭😭
You should just let me drown. 😭😭😭

*watches him drop a bottle while putting scuba gear on*
*catches bottle in the water*

*reads message in a bottle*
*cries* 😭😭😭


I know I’m a toxic little fuck. I know I make it impossible to be friends. I wish I knew how to fix me. I’m brokens. 😭😭😭

Psst I like the thing you did in your last poem. I know it’s called a thing but I can’t think what it’s called. I like doing it too (but you do everything better). I like you.
“I like you too”. But, I like you alot. “I like you alot too”. Okay, well maybe I like you more than alot. Like the whole pie alot, not just a slice. I like you whole” (the weird conversation we’d be having right now if you allowed me to talk to you). Because I iz stewpids and you iz smartz.
I don’t deserve your help. Let me die. 😭
Maybe I’d be more stable if you were really around. I’m scared. 😭
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If I jumped, he would jump
If I were quicksand, he would get stuck
We could swim until we’re both drunk
But if I quit paddling then we’ve already sunk
© Delia Ross. 2020

I can’t live without him either! 😭
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Well, if I’m not wanted by him
I’ll teach him to swim
Drowning from his own gill
He caught his thrill
Calculating casualties into the drill
I wasn’t part of the deal
He wasn’t ready to feel
Now I’ve tripled the kill
He’s got shiny bait in bills
Watch the girls trample the hills
Can’t get enough of his ecstasy pills
He’s my favorite still
© Delia Ross. 2020
(Do you reckon Edgar Allan Poe ran off of any of his wives suitors with a shotgun? I mean, he wasn’t very popular. The local press even stopped publishing his work. He went from a respected officer in the military, to poor, dead, and naked on the street and possibly poisoned, and heartbrokes).
I don’t want to die heartbrokes. Helps. 😭

Psst did you know my love keeps growing for you? I am a deep, wide ocean. Keep swimming. I’m yours, forevermore. xoxo (times infinity^2)
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No matter how many times I slam closed the doors of communication
He’ll be on the other side waiting
Anticipating apology and thorough aching
My overall frustration for misbehaving
His back my entire foundation
My heart his home base station
Tossing apologies in the fire for cremation
I’m his favorite creation
© Delia Ross. 2020

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He knows I’m sorry. But I don’t know if I could ever face him and say it. And if I ever did find the courage to face him again and say it, he’d just throw it away immediately.
So the good news is he didn’t block me. He still doesn’t know I exist. Like one of them soldiers standing guard for the queen. Solid as stone. Hardened? Hates me? Maybe I’m just the ghost haunting him. Oh noes, helps. *sobs* 😭😭😭
Uhm, thanks for still finding value in me even though I can be a depressed, emo, isolated little bitch, who pushes everyone away and crucifies the one I love the most.
I’m deeply sorry. But I don’t know how to say it anymore. There’s a good chance it’ll happen again but that doesn’t mean I’m not sorrys.

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I disassociate
Long hours to avoid the ache
Your unholy wait
Thick iron gate
You painting over the marks I make
With the masks I take
Smiling, saying “everything’s okay”
We perfect the fake
Laughter fills the day
My fang will shake
I’m not ok
Or have words to say
More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, I’m after
More laughter
I’m after
More laughter, not like her
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal





*laughs insanely*
*dies on fucking street*
You give me virgin eyes
Seeing things for the first time
You’re the holy grail in my mind
Your pen divine
Speak to me in tongue
Your verses tell of things we’ve done
How hope is hung
Like lights around a web you’ve spun
From inertia to releases
You make me fall to pieces
Gifting heaven in small creases
But that is where the peace is
Under you I spread my wings
Want your words not diamond rings
Those blue eyes most prized dwellings
Your lips more rare than kings
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal
I found another way to say the thing we’re scared to say. 😃
Is your wall sound proof? 🤔
It’s a weird place to be
Not with, not without
But if you drift into the big sleep
I would stop existing
It’s without a doubt
Like leaving the galaxy
I couldn’t breathe
So I shout
How could you leave?
Abandon me?
You’re all I need

I love you in any realm, all over Earth, and this town. When I’m up or down, sideways, or stuck in a frown. From east to north, and all around. From the dawn of creation, down to your noun. You overwhelm. But I am bound. Circling and circle proud. Pulling eights from the cloud. I say it loud. Unroll it, light the ground. For life is better, where you are found.
© Delia Ross. 2020

How many ways can you spell I love you? Are you tired of hearing it yet? Does the universe give you any signs? Are you awake, are you alive? Are you listening?
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Staring up from down below
Heaven fell further than I know
The wind gets cold
Like regret growing old
With a heart of stone
Set in gold
Or hearing whispers “I told you so”
Where are angel’s not to go?
God told me to love him whole
The sinner yes so I tread his road
Ready to take on intruders, I’m bold
He says friend, I say foe
There’s complications in the fold
Missings cards like hands, I need him though
Dropping SOS’s where his feet have strolled
Sights to behold
Or heartaches sold
© Delia Ross. 2020
To be honest, I just wanted to keep going with this rhyme flow. I gotta stop putting on the breaks. I’m feeling pages, can you roll?

This goes without saying but, I get insanely jealous of the attention he gives other girls. Like black jealousy. And my doctors at the VA don’t understand this kind of love or obsession. They don’t even understand why I’m scared of asteroid Apophis. Whatever. You can’t cure these things. Love is the only acceptable remedy. He just needs to kiss me. Shimples.

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If only reason would pour itself over me the way your rains will do
The way your skies are blue
Calling me for a flight or two
I love you
© Delia Ross. 2020
I can’t get him to block me back no matter what I do. I don’t purposely seek out rubble, it’s just sometimes a huge chunk breaks off me like a boulder and starts rolling down and crushing anyone in his path. And as I’m tumbling down the hole of despair, he’s still there. Picking up all the little pebbles and tucking them right into his heart.

So yeah, I found another way to scream I’M DROWNING, while in a spiral downward. I clawed him all the way down, too. Landed right back by his side in pieces.

I’m staring up from down below. Wondering how many times I have to start again. As his rope begins to descend. Was that not my end?
This is why poetry exists. Edgar Allan Poe lost the love of his life and literally died in the street and I have some of his previously, unpublished words he wrote for her tattooed on my ribcage.


So what does all this mean?
I’m having difficulty living without him and don’t want to die in the street?

I need better photos of my Edgar Allan Poe tattoo and I also want to get some flowers around my hip and the poem.
Me no likey pains. Me wants pleasures. Take away me pain.



I currently have 3 tats, 1 on my lower back (also another excruciating part of the body due to your nerve endings), ribcage (Poe tat) and upper chest (super easy in comparison to the back and rib). My Edgar Allan Poe tattoo is my largest (and that bad boy is on my ribcage). I’m going to be getting some new tattoos in 2021!!! I mean, like if I don’t die. Which is literally quite easy to do.

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He could know
He could tear out the knot and tangles that we sew
He could go
He could block me eternally, still I glow
Even when faint, to him, my light will show
So I flow
© Delia Ross. 2020
Welp. Can’t get him to block my existence (yet). I can attack him under my pen, under my full name, under my social media accounts, under my email, on my blog, through poetry, he’s got the ultimate ghosting Poker Face, I’ve thrown jabs, gut-wrenching flaming bombs of blame, spat on his name (actually I don’t think I’ve done that, I actually wrote him a poem with his name as an acronym in the title and as a line in the poem, which was hard to do, because I’m madly in fucking love with him and was stupid enough to tell him on his goddamn fucking social media in private message like a fucking roaring lunatic).
It went like this. ‘Hi. I’m suicidal and might die. I wrote this for you. Just thought you should know in case I die’. I don’t think it went down very well. Do you reckon that’s how Edgar Allan Poe delivered his poems to the love of his life (who was his blood cousin but we can’t all be perfects). Welp.
Did I mention I’m not like other girls? I’m rather quirky, weird, and odd. I bite strangers on random; girls, boys, whenever the mood strikes, on a neck or wrist, with such delicate precision and precise pain, that all have been shocked by it, but always moved in a positive way, because it was a weirdly pleasurable experience for them. “You bit me”. “Ee, I kind of did, didn’t I? Oops sorry”. But, none of them have ever felt violated in any way and probably still recall on the experience (though I won’t know, because I don’t even know who they were/ are). I just do it at random. I haven’t really been biting people lately though. But the urges are there. I literally bite people’s girlfriends and boyfriends, but I do it in a non-sexual way, it’s hard to explain it. I do it as a greeting and then I disappear. Sometimes I stick around and chat for a minute or two because my presence will be requested. When I let people see my weirdness they’re impressed. Sometimes I use my brain to blow people’s minds in other ways. But very few are allowed around the real me. I can only say I have psychic abilities and ways to exchange energy and there are people out there who literally think I’m an actual angel who fell. I’ve done meditation sessions and I can know someone’s sign within 5 minutes of meeting them, it blows their mind, “but how” they beg to know”! I tell them I studied astrology intensely when I was 15 “but how” they’d ask! Well, with me mind. Third eye.
Men would have literally burned me at the stake or drowned me with stone tied around my ankle or some other heinous crime as a witch in the 1800s had I been around!
I’m a super sensitive creature and I don’t do well around a lot of people. Or maybe people at all. I like people I do. Sometimes. 👀
My skin and eyes are sensitive to light because I’m part vampyre.
And my skin is sensitive to certain metals because I have Lycan blood in me (I howl at the Moon and bite people on random beware).
Yes, people are scared of me. Boo.
I am a goth queen. I just look really fucking poor because I’m a proper Nosferatu. But I’m going to try to step up my Nosferatu image as soon as the Jeep is paid off and I can start buying black clothing again. I want to start a classy nude cosplay on my Patreon. Just had someone ask me to get on the OnlyFans (and I might reconsider it cuz I was on it for like 5 minutes but I wasn’t aware there was a fucking shadowban going on). I’ve also been tweeking my circle, and unfortunately my crazy ass has actually blocked patrons, so I’m literally kicking people out my life, because I’m suicidal and out-of-control apparently! Woo hoo rubber room y’all (I will escape. I escaped the facility in Alabama on more than one occassion and they had to change all their fucking rules because of me. I was 16 and on suicide watch half the time I was there but left the leader. I left the leader even though I escaped the building several fucking times and was on suicide watch. I AM SPECIAL. LIKE MY MIND IS STUPID POWERFUL YO.
I would just like to point out that I am not against sex work, I am against guys abusing the female population and I think sometimes my message might get lost in between my crazy ass behavior (I act out when I’m suicidal online because I feel very close to how Michael Hutchence did before he fucking tore up his body dying by suicide. Sometimes I want to take a razor blade and just go fucking crazy on myself so like I’m fucking unhinged right now, I know). THAT’S WHY I’M DISABLED. IT’S CALLED DEPRESSION. I WANT TO DIE. At least that’s what my thoughts keep telling me to do, which makes me cry about it, because it’s a really scary thing to think about and I don’t actually want to wind up like Michael Hutchence so I wind up attacking people online cuz I’m waiting for my knight to come save me I guess. It’s definitely not “in hospital care”, I don’t even know how they can call it fucking care, it’s fucking insanity. You go to the hospital, you say, “hi I’m thinking about killing myself and need some help” so they take your clothes from you and they take your phone from you, you can’t have anything that brings you pleasure, you can’t have any books, you can’t have any music, but you can have a Bible and big Pharma!!!!! I’m acting out. Sure. Because I don’t want to wind up like Chris Cornell, who was notifying his wife in the middle of his suicide act, via an app, which turned their bedroom lights on and off, and he did this after a sold-out show in a hotel room!!! I don’t want to wind up like my other heroes like Kurt Cobain or my best friend who died by suicide and every day it’s a battle to not fucking die!!!!
I’m not pretending to be depressed or suicidal. I’m a war veteran and I am being completely transparent about what I’m going through currently because I might die by this disease that I’ve essentially been battling my whole life but gets worse with every breath.
I don’t know what I would do if he blocked me back, I think I would actually fucking die. I’m a horrible person. I probably should die.
I don’t think I’m actually that horrible but some of my fucking actions are and make me really remorseful because I’m not a narcissist.
Every time I hurt him I just hurt me more.
But it’s a lesson I can’t learn because I keep hurting us.
I think maybe he should just fuck me. I think if I got laid half my problems would dissolve in an instance because I have like three years of writing this dude poetry and being insanely fucking madly in love with him and sometimes I’m a star collapsing under my own weight. Or he’s a black hole tugging me. Or I’m the black hole stealing his light. Or maybe we belong together.
Or maybe our love story is similar to that of dracul Vladimir Tepes. I’m trying not to dive off the tower like Mina did. Or, after he spends millenia looking for me, I have to end his misery only to be kept with my own (and still without him, tho the love won’t die). I fell in love with him, God won’t allow me not to love him, I was born loving him. This I know.
Edgar Allan Poe died without his love too. 😭
As soon as Johnny Cash lost his wife, he lost his battle to cancer. He gave up the good fight. 😭
I don’t want to live without him but I keep pushing him away! 😭
*sobs uncontrollably*
*the chances of dying in the street increased*
So on some days I’m ready to retire and on other days I’m ready to open up my nude Patreon tier. On some days, I want to die and on other days I’m living life.
Stay tuned. I’m bound to fall again. And again.
I need you. 😭
You should find a map that leads you out of existence
I mean it this instance
Highway 11 there’s no resistance
That way we can keep our distance!
© Delia Ross. 2020

His support he gave but not without conditions
The money he waved it had omissions
Like stating you are single when you are really married
Like saying you are free with a green card that you carried
His hand was there but always tied with the devil
And every moment there my soul could barely revel
Yet obey that I would while he grasped onto my cross
And for awhile he was helping but made it harder than I thought
© Delia Ross. 2020
Welp. How many more will knock on my door, just for me to close it????? I do get lots of hypothetical knocks on my door but it’s usually the devil knocking.
Or, I’m so completely broken and paranoid that I’m actually seeing people like demons now. Here a demon, there a demon, there are many more!
And I would make the church my home but I literally see the preachers as demons now too! It could be all the money they keep grasping for. I just want to jump up and yell “STOP TAXING THE POOR!” but state was removed from religion. Religion is its own entity governed by a different set of rules. That’s why the church’s didn’t have to follow any of the mandatory mask-wearing (or was that just Florida cuz nobody was social distancing either)? But yeah, churches don’t pay taxes, y’all know that right??? They pay zero taxes!!!! Now how many of these priests do you think are actually religious or “godly”- (because it often comes out that they’re cheating or pedophiles).
All they care about is money. It’s all show. Complete fams involved now. They all asking for your money!! So they can build more, bigger things!!!! Tax free!!!!! Give them your money!!!! Hurry!!!! Not just every Sunday but Wednesday too!!! Go ahead and text them a donation right now!!!! God is blessing you!!!! You are the chosen one!!! Repent sinners!!! Pay!!!!!! (I can’t believe people still believe in these fairy tales but I’m absolutely a believer in Jesus Christ, I know he existed, his message has been smeared by the narcissist running the world (NWO / Illuminati) and I am religious so don’t even come at me).
“You people who only believe with your miracles and wonders but what of those who believe without?” (something Jesus Christ said but you probably won’t remember because you need the miracles and wonders to believe). I don’t. I won’t. Never have. Never will. My road has been different than yours. I don’t need to idolize statues!!! But give them your money so they can build them big and grand for God!!
Jesus said, “pick up a rock and I am there”. “Any two people having a conversation in my name is having church”.

I started out 2020 going to church heavily until that one day they started speaking in tongue and touching me all over my body and that shit is on Instagram. I’m like, ‘maybe I could establish a connection with God speaking in tongue if people would stop touching my back and head’. So as a paranoid Soldier, yeah I don’t like doing church anymore. It was literally the one place I felt safe to cry in public and that was taken from me. 2020 is an asshole.
I DON’T HAVE ANY MONEY TO GIVE YOU! STOP ASKING FOR IT WHEN I COME!!! GOD DOESN’T NEED MONEY OR STATUES!!! YOU NEED GRAND GESTURES SO YOU CAN PRETEND YOU ARE A DECENT HUMAN BEING TWICE A WEEK BY GIVING MONEY TO HELP THE POOR AND YOU HELP THE POOR BY BUILDING MORE CHURCHES FOR THE WEALTHY!!!!!! GOD IS GREAT!!!

And then there’s that last relationship that I got into where the guy was proposing to me and posting his vows for me all over his social media to his fanbase yet no one told me he was fucking married (but that didn’t stop the love-bombing) and he would want me to go get my ring size but then later on he would literally yell at me for hours if I brought up anything about us actually getting married or engaged- because that’s what narcissists and lying assholes do. He couldn’t get married, he was still married, he never told me this when we got together or started a relationship, in fact, he told me he was single the entire time (but was in fact married and in another long-term relationship with another broken soul that he was looking to replace after all the fuel was spent). I became the next victim unfortunately.
They gaslight your reality. They systemically break you down. Like chess pieces. They love-bomb you (even in friendships or famalies) and then they’re cold to you when you’re not giving them the treatment that they think they want or deserve (even though their behavior is toxic as fuck). Yeah, let’s hang! From hot to cold! Yeeeee!!!! But then when I need them to be like empathetic about a situation, I’d have better luck not breathing. Either way, they always have a way to make you feel responsible for something you haven’t done.
You when you’re filling out paperwork and you have to check either the ‘single, married, or divorced box’- the single box now has “never married” (in parentheses) because these narcissist gaslight everything they do, literally.
The married ones will want to check the single box because they feel like they’re no longer in the marriage, (it’s just a piece of paper, they don’t care about the life that they are using or destroyed, they are already looking for a replacement and they’re not even divorced yet, or still married for that green card and that is loads of married baggage), and the divorced ones will want to check the single box even though they’re now divorced (because images; a narcissist wants to maintain his charming exterior).
But the single box is for people who never married, like me! I used to hate that dang single box but now that they added the “never-married” part to it, I really fucking enjoy it! I pride myself on being single and actually meaning the word! HONESTY! A RARE THING!!
Because you rarely hear people being honest these days about what their relationship status really is. You’ll learn later on, when they drop pertinent information in a very casual way. Like when they say something really shitty to you, followed by “it was just a joke” (like when you ask how you look and they respond “pregnant” as if being pregnant is un-beautiful- but it was a very low-key demeaning way to emotionally abuse you about your added weight gain). And if you ever get angry about something a narcissist does to you, they will trump your fucking anger, so much so, that you will doubt why you were even angry at all (classic narcissism gas-lighting 101, it must be exhausting being a narcissist, that’s why they’re so fucking cold and empty). Or, how you ask them a direct question, but they always tap dance around the answer you’ll never get. They put words in your mouth. You always feel aloof and confused. You’re dealing with a narC. You will never win. But you will lose your self-confidence and overall mind. Until you kill another or yourself or barely escape alive. And that’s what they want. To kill you alive. Because killing you for real dead is messier and might require jail time. It’s legal to manipulate someone and steal their finances and fucking soul. (Mine gets free rent in America unless he finally secured his green card, which he’d been looking for the perfect victim so he could still be basically a piece of shit and cheat all the time and lie). They never out grow the cumming addiction. They want it from as many online victims they can get, and in the real world). We’re sex objects no more. They have no remorse. Fake crocodile tears!!! Run!!
SINGLE (NEVER MARRIED). That’s me!!!
Basically, my cherry has not been popped (because let’s face it, losing your actual virginity is so outdated). This is the new cherry popping as I’ve just deemed it!!!
Marriage has nothing to do with luck! Catch me if you can! Be a better man? I ain’t ever getting married! And since I’m not tied down to a relationship or mortgage, I can move wherever I want, including out of America. I’m not a criminal but some sort of war hero many say and I will still maintain my VA benefits if I move country because I worked hard at my fucking career and deserve every fucking piece of mind I get! And every penny! I sacrificed MY LIFE!!! I’M BROKEN!!!! DISABLED!!!! CALL ME FUCKING LAZY AGAIN. I DOUBLE DARE YOU!!!!! And I’ll show you the butt of my rifle because the Army taught me how to use both ends!!!
And I got to wear lots of hats because I was great at wearing every hat they threw me. That’s why I have all sorts of awards, and medals, and certifications, and degrees. Recognition. It’s just a piece of paper like that marriage certificate you don’t give a fuck about. So why would I think you give a fuck about all my training or education or experience? You can’t even be factual on a government form about your fucking relationship status (let alone trying to start out friendships or potential romanceships), all based on lies (or mis-information or information withheld, which is the same as lying, it is manipulative and deceitful!
When will lying be held as a crime??? Utopian future?? It’s got to be better than this lying hell I’m trapped in!!! Honest peeps where ye at????
And these narcissist will do anything they can to maintain their secret lifestyle, so the gaslighting can go on for years in a relationship, which often does (as well as all the cheating; married guys are doing it more than you know and it’s so easy to get away with it these days with travel and internet). The divorce rate is high in America. So is rape. Porn is given to children by age 10 by fathers in fear of them turning gay!!!!! They get them hookers as a teen!! The Me Too movement is insane but real! I’ve never met one woman who hasn’t been raped or abused by a man, and often by more than one man! Guys are super connected to porn but they don’t know how to harness positive sexual energy!
Pedophilia exists and is in our homes and churches. It’s abundant and so is porn. I’m speaking out against the atrocities in the world and I no longer give a fuck if you like me.
Jesus said, “if the world hates you, remember that it hated me first”. And I know it hates me because I tell it of its atrocities.
Friendships and relationships are only hard because the foundations they are built on are started off with lies. The walls surrounding your home were built on lies. Your roof is a lie. Your life is a lie. You have no honor. No integrity. You will not die with such.
That’s not real forgiveness either, if acquired. You’re not really free or dying forgiven.
Lies are DESTRUCTIVE.
Gaslighting comes with emotional and physical abuse. Damages that often require intense therapy after, which there’s no guarantee you will ever recover from (and you likely have more than one narcissist in your life using these tools of manipulation to control you (they look like moms and dads and sisters and lovers). Stay woke.
When people learn to be honest with me I guess I’ll have more friends (and support)? Laughs maniacally.
*dies naked, drunk, unknown, poor, and possibly poisoned in the street, like my daddy Edgar Allan Poe*
I just no longer want to build any relationships to aquire support because I will lose it in one form or fashion (and I’m sure these narcissist are behind-the-scenes blaming me which is a fucking smear campaign).
Did I mention I’m depressed and suicidal???
*laughs maniacally in the street*

*dances with the devil*
*goes back to heaven home alone*
*hears knocking*
*wishes she was in a land without any devils*
*knock knock knock*
*sobs uncontrollably*
*begs for help*
*hears asteroid Apophis deep rumble and reply, “On my way”*
*sobs uncontrollably*
Did I mention I’m suicidal but also scared to die?????
*hears Apophis grumble, “too late”*
“I’m dying. I just want you all to know you’re dying too”.
This goes without saying, but if you read my poetry or support my writing in any way, I am really grateful! Thank you!
But for the love of God, please stop lying every second with every breath, I’m exhausted!!!!
Y’all evil exists. A lot of these monsters are super charming but the suicide rate continues to increase worldwide for a reason and it’s cuz y’all lying!!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HONOR? YOU KNOW YOU CAN JUST MAKE UP A RELIGION AND TAKE ON MULTIPLE WIVES? STOP HURTING THE FEMALE POPULATION. I’D RATHER IDENTIFY AS MALE AND LOOK LIKE A MALE THAN CONTINUE TO BE RAPED, ABUSED, EMOTIONALLY TORTURED AND ABUSED!!! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!!
BREAK THE CYCLE OF ABUSE! IT STARTS WITH YOU!
I’D RATHER CHECK OUT VIA SUICIDE THAN CONTINUE THIS FUCKING BIG LYING CHARADE FUCK FEST!!!!!
I’M OUT!!!!
Awoke before sunrise, far below the clouds
Lost hope before his eyes, fell below the crowds
I stopped to smell his lies, now I’m seeking shrouds
Though somnolent were his cries, now his pain enshrouds
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

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Suicide is the ultimate ghosting
Silver bullets for toasting
Give the world a final roasting
It’s the direction I am coasting


© Delia Ross. 2020
The moon’s sway
An ocean wave
The love you never gave
My heart’s decay
Stars at night behave
The roads they pave
Forgiveness a knock away
But not today
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

I cringe at socialites. Just not my thing. And that’s okay. Introverts deserve recognition too.
I barely can handle family events which is why I pretty much don’t do them anymore either.

And to the ones who give me space to do my work without any bullshit involved, thank you. I’ve said this like a thousand times before, but I am a war vet and I am not a social creature. You shouldn’t base how much I like you, on how often I come around. But there’s also certain platforms that I have gotten off of, for the most part like Facebook, because it’s toxic as fuck. I had stayed on the Instagram and Twitter but I’m kind of falling off the Twitter now too.
You’ll notice I’ve never had a contact box on my blog. I don’t participate in prompts. I’m currently not doing collabs. I’m not good with communicating anymore either. I don’t do social events, I don’t do social outings. I don’t people. I don’t even like knocks at my door or phone calls. I have disabilities and health issues that keep me isolated. But I still have to kill off friendships because they get mad at me for not wanting to go hang out at a bar. I don’t even drink. 👎👎
You can bribe me with food though at any point in the day. Be extra careful though at midnight because that’s when I’m the hungriest and turn into a gremlin if I DON’T EAT.
On the upside, I am considering adding a limited number video chat tier to my Patreon, as many writers and artists offer it. Can discuss anything, writing, read me something you’re working on, chat about the weather, get writing tips, get feedback on a project you’re working on. Whatever! Regular stuffs that these video chats are for (the non sex work stuff)!
I’m also wanting to add a print tier (which is coming hopefully within the next 60 days) and if I could get enough support rolling in, a cosplay nude tier. Costumes, makeup, props, equipment, these things require money. I’ll be needing to update my goals on my Patreon soon as I’m growing thanks to your feedback, encouragement, and continued support! ❤💪💪💪❤
I like my privacy and my solitude but you know, there are narcissists out there who give you the cold shoulder for it. I’m not freezing tho. I’ve got shelter. I paid my electric and rent + 9000 other basic cost of living expenses which keep the poor poor. But my feet are warm. I mean, the narcissists tools of manipulation just don’t work on me anymore. Sorry not sorry. Hungry and suicidal. On edge 24/7. Want to be on my own, create art and fuck the patriarchy… Basic 101. Art was always meant to be political. Or rather anarchical and against the norm. HELLO, THAT’S ME!!! *waves*

Thanks for checking out my work and supporting independent writers and mental health warriors! 💖
I’m on the Patreon, if you dig my writing and photography or digiart, there’s loads of EXCLUSIVE CONTENT up! You get cool perks for pledging and I get to keep writing and running my blog advert free! I really like writing! I’ve been practicing my art since I was a little girl, thank you for giving me the opportunity to do it professionally! 😍
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In my dreams, wide awake, his kisses cause rainbows to form
For his existence helps lessen the storm
And every word is shaped by his form
And in these poems are how I’m born
He’s the prompt for starlight
Or how eyes have sight
He’s the moon at midnight
And for every word I write
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

Our equation reads: I love you times infinity (squared). Can you put that into a formula for us?




I walked across the desert with the Devil
A slow trot ensuring I was careful
He gave me paper and he gave me pencil
He talked as though the world was sterile
He showed me war, he showed me death
And I saw things that took my breath
And still I marched into the depth
And on I march digging deeper yet
The writing’s on the wall contain disillusionment
And not a cry ever sounding jubilant
And though it pale, a voice to help illuminate
And at his wall I felt my soul rejuvenate
I took to paper and then to pen
And as I wrote I felt again
I spoke of how but never when
But dreams with him weren’t filled with zen
And though his touch cannot be felt
It is his words that make me melt
And care not how his names are spelt
For in his heart is where I’ve dwelt
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal

Hi. I am still working on Halloween edits but I have over 50 + horror themed original pieces of cosplay digiart that will be loaded onto my Patreon campaign – original photography and digiart that my patrons have access to use for their own blogs, websites, or projects (or just to enjoy)! 😄
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I hope to be able to offer a print tier in the near future! It is currently in the pipeline (this will be under a new tier and photos will be printed on professional Kodak paper in various sizes)! If you’re into professionally recorded spoken word, I do that too (but in a higher tier). A lot of my spoken word is accompanied by elements and music, I do all of my recording, mixing, and editing through GarageBand, with an actual microphone and amp (nothing is recorded through a cellphone). I do everything professionally.
I can’t offer all my art for $1. That won’t buy a piece of gum and making art and writing is time-consuming and expensive. I’d like to be able to continue at this. I originally started out with one tier, but as I grow as a writer and artist, so does my campaign.

Currently there are over 300+ images available for my patrons to use for their own projects! With more incoming!

Although I don’t have any professional training in photography or digiart, it is something I’m very passionate about and Quentin Tarantino didn’t have any professional training either, he learned how to make movies by working at a movie gallery and watching movies.
I’ve been dabbling in photography and digiart, pretty much my entire life, so I think it’s pretty cool to be able to offer it to you as a perk for supporting my campaign. I work in real-time and supporting my Patreon campaign is the best way to support my on-going creativity.
I try to to give you really cool perks in return for your pledges at fair membership prices. My campaign is one low monthly fee (not “pay per thing”), and it keeps this blog going and advertisement free (zero spam). So your support is greatly appreciated.

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Dreams make me sad
Consider approach
My neck, your rope
It’s all I had
My toes your slope
Was I that bad?
© Delia Ross. 2020


The no entry signs are posted still they stray
I’ve stated there’s no hope yet they pray
I’ve mentioned I am starving they won’t pay
I need some time alone can’t get a day






Thanks for checking out and supporting my work! Everything I create is original content at @poeeternal.
Thanks for supporting independent writers and artists! ❤
© Delia Ross. 2020
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You are an ocean sterile of courage
The damage you forage
Using me to build your forest
All my love stowed in your storage
You’re now a florist
An apparition or permanent tourist
Loving you will make one poorest
Overgrown but rarely nourished
Your cold hand is never furnished
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He’s the reason I am viral
Often in a downward spiral
Everyday there’s a new cycle
He won’t know if I’m a rival
And I’ll make known my arrival
Bet it’s louder than a rifle
He’ll collect my tears in a vial
Insert them direct into his spinal

© Delia Ross. 2020
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My love –
If words thee fail, you have two skies
Please don’t let them close
But should sleep forever cover your eyes
Please leave me your prose
Walk slowly towards me please
My heart exceeds light speeds
When you are nearing infinity

Your lips come in seasons
All at once
Each syllable attached to luminance
So much it haunts
And dare I reason
What each word wants?
I’m glad you are talking
Like watching stars walking
Stretching to infinity like they are something
The twinkle in my eye you were hoping
You’re the reason I am coping
Your every moment I keep groping
She was an angel and he was a demon
But he wanted her more than he wanted heaven
I want your breath as my nectar
Dripping and sapping
My tongue a collector
Your favorite protector
You turn my knees to oceans
My pleas to motions
Sometimes so intense the notions
I reach out in explosions
Like SUPERNOVA the dosage
But it’s not enough I need more doses
EXPANSION YET MOVING CLOSER
You plow through me like a dozer
But it’s not enough, I need another!!
So set the clock for more exposure!
You turn me into a beast
On your words I prey and feast
Stay away or keep me leashed
Say a prayer then call a priest
Saw your face and pulse increased
Heard your voice then pain decreased
I love you most just not the least

My love, my horns have been blaring
Double-daring, over-caring
Our love I’m never sharing
It won’t stop the world from staring

My love we are tethered to fate
With a circle eight
We are the universe experiencing itself in poetic form
I wasn’t alive until our love was born
My love, what will you do when the winds carry me to lands out of reach?
My spirit gliding past your dreams and hopes per chance for a final kiss?
What will hold your heart against the crush?
Don’t let it bury you, the rush.
Don’t let my love fade from your veins, for I will be resting between each beat.
Lifetimes of sleep.
You silence the war in my head.
Don’t fall dead.
I am still under your feet.
Even when I’m not there.
And the stars up there you see, you and me.
Do not let time callous our love.
Nor fear.
My love, I am still here.
Mistakes come plenty.
You are still the very best of me.
Breathe.
Taste me in the air, on your tongue, everywhere.
I care.
Let my dust blow in the wind.
I’m still under your skin.
Touch me.
Death cannot erase me.
I must travel with the stars.
Freely.
My love traveled 13 billion years to reach you.
Look how far.
Distance is but a scar.
My love, put the ache in a story and read it softly.
Speak aloud.
Let your vibrations break the cloud.
I am listening and I am proud.
My love, cry into our garden if you must.
I will be collecting your tears from heaven.
My eyes upon you and angels times seven.
Do not doubt.
The rains too will flood the sky.
It’s not goodbye.
That’ll never exist for you and I.

© Delia Ross. 2020
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Energy can’t be destroyed
Iron gates can’t stop what God deployed
A toxic giant void
Overly paranoid
Or just just ignored
They’re all for her
Illogical
Every single word
I observe
I’m just a neurotic girl
He uses to rise and stir
And I concur
He wants forever
Just in another world
I come
But then I’m gone
Lost on the run
I understand
But then I’m dumb
I jump
But then I’m stunned
I speak
Then tongue is wrung
I won’t compete
Unless I’ve won
All you ever care about is the life you built
What is it but an island of guilt
You ripple the fabric of time
Dropping poems like pebbles
But who out there should feel each wave
As if were all mine?
My love, I can’t block the fabric of time or my love for you.
I’ve tried endlessly to.
Cutting out the need like truth.
I lie to do.
My love, I smell your fear and read it as silence.
And while my hands are small they hold such violence.
My light gets lost in your iris.
But I would die for this.
Stop using me to bleed
Cut you from my feed
Amputate the need
Your evil seed
Look at me all frail and pale
A ghostly figure freckled with fright
Look at all the shite I write
It’s best if I stay out of sight

I block the channel
But can’t stop the feed
I numb existence
Just not the need
Why do you give out your fruit
To awful prey
She’s dug a root
You’re just her slave
I’ve had just about enough of this bandwagon
Exiting stage right quickly to abandon
Sick of watching other hearts you stuff and over fatten
Meanwhile there’s a spotlight on every fault that’s ever happened
I’ve spent enough time following this circus
To simply know this isn’t our purpose
But your mask is her clown behind an ugly curtain
And you’ll never change, this we know for certain
There’s a thick layer of doubt
Enveloped over more doubt
Hope is now in drought
I’m lost en-route
There’s no love about
He’s all beast in cardigan
Lying every second if he can
All over earth they span
His name is man
I’ve got very fine silks growing from my head
Still they call me dead
Leave me alone to rot
Let hope decay
Find my love an empty plot
The cost too high to pay
You’re better than a pyramid scheme
Riding piggyback over her every broken dream
Her methods outdated and obscene
She’s a copycat queen
I set myself apart
Too many broken feet
Trying to compete
For the best of me
I’m not meat
For them to eat
But they try and feast
In a frenzy
Still tied and chained
To mistakes yet more they seek
Well I’m not weak
You’re better than that wheel of fakery
Not your enemy
Not your friend
You got empathy
Just not my hand
Not your ally
Not your wife
You got power
But still cause strife
Not your favorite
Not your worst
You got popularity
But I’m still first
Why are you still hanging out with that gang?
Riding the fake ass gravy train
Hopping bandwagon after bandwagon under her name
She’s hoping for fame
You’re missing your game
He’s got alot of money, he’ll even call you friend
But he will only make you feel cheaper in the end
He’s got alot of money, but not a spine for him to stand
And I’ll kick his ass if he ever comes ’round here again
Safety ever an illusion
Tiptoeing over delusion
Frozen lakes of confusion
This hand is for losin’
He doesn’t want me for himself
He doesn’t want me with anyone else
He doesn’t want me for himself
He doesn’t want me
Tell me, when mountains crumble beneath your feet
When you’ve got a tongue, but no breath to speak
When your knees are trembling and you’ve fallen weak
Is it ever me you think you need?
He won’t support me month after month for my work
And he’s got more rooms than he can fill
I’m tired of even trying
When to the world I have no worth
I’m all nerve endings
Pockets lined with anxiety
I am pen within pen
Leaking under skin
Bleeding from within
Marching forward
Chained to sin
Our time is thin
© Delia Ross. 2020 @poeeternal #poeeternal
Tell me,
Did heaven not swing from eternity to hear you speak?
How the stars kneel before you every night just to get a peek
Do comets not form from your wishes and pass you by and wink?
Clouds they gather from your sighing, they cry so you can drink?
Tell me,
Do seas part open their oceans when you feel you’re on the brink?
When you feel lost in the open water, did the earth not share her ink?
Tell me when you dreamed of love, did she ever look like me?
And had you not drank my holy water, would your soul have gone extinct?
© Delia Ross. 2020


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xoxo @poeeternal
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Do you recall
When you were lost
In purgatory of the loss
So numb in the dark
No light or a spark
How much I cared?
If you remember
I held your crown
I took your cross
Through the desert and across
All your sins at no costs
Though your pain has been shared
If you flush your eyes
Stop looking down
Where your heart knows holocaust
Clear the fog and the frost
Find your soul where I’m embossed
And stop asking where
© Delia Ross. 2020

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The way your words kiss my spine
No world greater than how they wrap around my mind
In endless time
You take the hurt and move it down the line
© Delia Ross. 2020


You got to take this one down really really slow and have like a choir sing it.. It’s gorgeous in my head.
Just freestyle dropping these tonight.
XoXo @poeeternal
If only words were removed from page
And hearts were not full of grey
I’d lift the sun in such a way
Your burdens would just turn to ray
And I’d be there with heart to say
I love you every single day
© Delia Ross. 2020

There’s a good chance my poetry isn’t beautiful at all but it’s just how he makes me feel. Inadvertently, I mean. Because I am nothing and nothing is for me. 👍
It’s just a letter
But I eat it like a pill
In hopes, it’ll make me better
Your pen a feather
An allegory, as an umbrella
Your stormy weather
With distance in-between
We’re still together
There’s nothing we can do to break this tether
© Delia Ross. 2020


Neo helps.
Morpheus:
Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
The Matrix

I mean the only positive news that has come out of 2020 is the fact that the Matrix 4 is coming out and I’m trying to stay alive for that shit (it’s only news that they’re making another one- doesn’t mean the movie is coming out in 2020).

Fool. I don’t know if you’re my kryptonite or what, but I’d take a fucking bullet for you ( I prefer offense and saving though, that’s what I’m efficiently trained to do).
I literally want to just leap Into Your Existence and wrap my entire body around you in a hug. I don’t think that’s normal response. I’m like a wild fucking animal. You like- turn me into a werewolf on a full moon. Can I ravage you?????
Fuck. I can’t breatheeeeee.
There ain’t a pill in heaven that makes me feel as good as your fucking existence.
Blocking is like putting a fence up for your own protection. So I don’t fucking turn all werewolf on you.
Cuz I do have a little bit of werewolf blood in me too. 🙂
I do stupid shit like howl at the moon- but once you’ve been sleeping in fox holes in a war zone in the middle of the fucking desert in Iraq for months at a time – yeah bitch howl til your heart’s content.
I iz beast. Untamed.
So, my very last breath will be loving you… ❤
There’s doubt here that lingers
It covers me in a veil
I’m still wrapped around his fingers
By tooth and nail
Look at all the sinners
This is hell
They speak of many winners
It’s just a tale
My wings come with stingers
His walls are jail
Lust our only dinners
Love gone stale
Our bones showing rigors
Death for sale
Every chime he hears triggers
I’m on his trail
© Delia Ross. 2020





