Dear John (poetry)

I don’t know how
To get out of this trap
There’s nowhere to plow
Unmarked territory on our map

But you’re my guidestone
The provisions you provide
I want you on my backbone
Like heaven is on my side

Did mother earth loosen its grip?
When upon heaven you did slide?
We’re in a fellowship?
There is no divide?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m dropping Halloween sets on my OnlyFans. Some people like my poetry and photography and that keeps me going.

I like exploring who I am this way.

The safety of the veil.

Fun fact: I’m actually an extremely skilled combat medic.

Trained to kill and to heal.

Dangerous combo ⚠️

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psst… he’s down here with me, he’s here, and he still wants out. He doesn’t try to stop me.

“I want out”

“I hate this cave”

“My legs hurt”

“Why did you put me here”

I’m still fighting for my life but I got a toilet

“I talk to dead people”


Science (freestyle poetry)

Maybe once I was a giant
Roaming destiny
But now thanks to science
We’re too compliant
With low equity

Self-portrait from 5 minutes ago

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Happy Boo season. You can’t burn me at the stake anymore. 😈


Everybody having sex secretly and the divorce rate is 100% or something and like I got zero marriages under my belt cuz I’m not 20 anymore

💀

If he had the one thing he wanted he’d be so bored with it because I am a little bit of everything he wants

But he can’t have 🤪

He says maybe he’ll call which means he won’t

*leaps from bridge with broom* 👻


I Dare Not; Poetry from Purgatory

Curfew doesn’t apply to me
ENCOURAGING
I’m outside foraging
Nighttime flourishing

Forgive my offenses
Leaping over fences
Soul consequences
No shame dispenses

Maybe I’m like liquids
My blood is wicked
This tongue explicit
Soul sin omitted

Cop and crow
Linger on death row
I got front show
Walk with vertigo

You’re on speed dial?
Definition of reconcile?
My aim is hostile
Sit down awhile

Eggshell or limestone
Wait til I’m in prone
Crawling through milestone
Tearing down all throne

They are watching
Dark eyes mocking
I’m out here walking
White girl so shocking


I don’t want to wear pretty dresses made with poison
Competing against everyone and their perfect lies
Even in death
Forged and eulogized
Casket closed
The truth is never wide
Silence on our face
The dead won’t cry!


He is danger; know him like a stranger
I react with anger
Tunnel through the trigger
Lock and load with vigor
Cold as glacier
I am endangered


I don’t know whether to be offended or withdrawn
I don’t know the rules at all
He’s automaton
I dare not crawl


Self-portrait October 2022

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Happy Boo season y’all. Hitting my grave soon.


Sparrow (poetry)

We can’t stop tomorrow
Falling in the center of all hollow
Black hole is sorrow
Do you have hope to borrow?

And where I’m crawling narrow
Do you really care though?
Always chasing pharaoh
Name sinner sparrow

I can eat a meal with Abraham
Or Gideon
Fight the city of Sodom
Blindsided with no hand

They call me FALLEN
Say my name –
Never see me crawling
Calling poison pollen

His self-worth
Is wrapped in numbers and money
Thinks darkness is sunny


Swallowed by sinkhole
Earth on cruise control
Got my spirit low
I live on limestone


Love is a feeble and fragile fire
Under denial
He will still smile
Lie while under trial
Claim that he misdialed
He’s a pedophile


I’m not interested in validation
But more of if today I will eat a salad


Maple
Blood of the gods
Drink it in gobs
Amber makes tongue throb
Need it a lot
Plot for my crop

He can’t believe he crawled into that hole
Based on the lies he was presented
His death could’ve been prevented
He uses me to speak it


Lives are born and never recorded
They are important


If eyes were closed
His love disposed
His blood runs cold
Like death decomposed


The worst of all possible punishment
Put it on a monument
Pay the earth a compliment
Nevermind where heaven went
Paid with life and not one cent
Left us broke to an extent
You think dying’s intimate?


Well my hand was drawn at midnight
13 minutes after bad luck
Tiny feet kick through sheet rock
I don’t give a fuck


He’s glaring attentive
The sun burning incentive
He stands with attention
Will burn through dissension


Better to be a warrior in a garden, than a gardener in a war
That’s my rapport
Put it on a flag and let’s explore
The garden is what I’m fighting for


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thanks for reading! 🤓

Photos from last nights try on session (so casual stuffs)

I’m still rearranging my bedroom and my bed is now on the floor and I gave my neighbor my lazy chair recliner because I’m still getting rid of furniture and might be homeless soon thanks to Black Rock dictatorship


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Luck and Fortune (poetry)

I can’t fall in love with things I don’t like
Some dogs makes you want to end your life

Luck and fortune
I want an option
Hope found at auction?
I burn every doctrine
Feet keep marching
I’m cursing often
Earth will be my coffin
Chasing after nothing

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I made spicy pasta today. And still munching on the oatmeal protein balls. I’ll share more homemade recipes soon + poetry + photography.

Thanks for checking out my blog. Photo from today.


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Savage and Servant (poetry & photography) *NSFW prob*


You should’ve kept your mouth shut
So deep my wound you felt the cut
I guess you’d say you bleed somewhat
If you stab in the gut

Sometimes I feel rushed
The weight of a feather crushed
As long as voice is hushed
The praise will gush


I’M ACTUALLY NATIVE AMERICAN BROWN WITH SOME ALBINO AND SUN SPOTS FROM THE SOURCE

I bring you gifts
Of all the things you hate
Kick you from cliffs
And blame you for the weight


You’re a savage and a servant
You’re a lion and a lamb
Lessons you never learned it
And regret
You won’t feel a milligram

Are you a gap in reflection?
A two way mirror complexion?
Can you give me protection?
Such priceless affection?

I want to disturb the place you rest
Uneasy under crest
The earth must love you best
Won’t let go your chest

I don’t follow the trends
They lead to dead ends!

Long ago I was discarded
Does faith keep one safeguarded
God is brokenhearted
Gone extinct his harvest
I cry the hardest

Remove the harness
Underneath the carcass
Decay just a garnish
Layer earth with tarnish
We all die regardless

Top of the list huh
Right next to “she is dumb”
So above and below your thumb
Better argument and income
That’s the mirror you’re seeing from
REMOVED MYSELF FROM THE EQUATION

A GHOSTLY INVASION

I can see through hell’s shadow
He’s drinks coffee like espresso
I removed self from the status quo
I KNOW MY POSITION THOUGH

I’m up, you’re down?
Quantum entanglement
We wear it like a crown?

My gifts come with all the things he hates
Open up these flooded gates
Love obviates
Nothing he appreciates

Tart
Like black cherry
Contempt he’ll carry
Bag overflowing heavy
Sin his sanctuary

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

THERE’S MORE POETRY COMING SOON – I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU


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P.S. I’m not giving up on the dog. We went for two bike rides yesterday. I finally got the bike out of the house. Most of the black neighbors looked like they wanted to run over me and one white neighbor stopped in his car and warned me that they do 90 around the bend and “be careful”.

I’m not racist I swear. (Everyone hates me for my skin color or my soul. I don’t know which anymore but the city IS dangerous and folks being murdered left and right).

They are targeting the disabled and single white girls. FYI (old people and generally anyone looking weak)


🤩

Death Camp (poetry n photography) *NSFW*

It’s a slow march to a death camp
Crawl in with a headlamp
Squeeze so tight no sin left
Don’t take on the wrong quest

I’m certain he’s the devil
Manifested on a different level
These walls are made of metal
Head first equals peril

If I were a wave plummeting him
He’d still be able to swim

I sleep on a bed of bayonet, switchblades, and regrets
My dreams are silhouettes

Fatal convenience
Sinning seemless

Am I separate from my shadow?
Do you keep my thoughts low?
Do you know I’m fallow?
Galloping the hallow?
Tripping to the tempo!

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Thanks for stopping by my blog! xox


Stitched (poetry and photography)

I stitched you into fabric
Maybe not elaborate
Tiny bit of havoc
Maybe out of habit

With some twigs and magic
Spilled blood and tragic
Wind blown erratic
Pages blank but classic

Well now I’ve found the warmth
Wrapped up in your world
From east to north
Stepping back and forth

I have been to hell and back
Got the almanac
Full sins on attack
My wings are carbon black

If photons had a clock
The clock would never tick
Don’t you question it
My love for him
It’s just physics

I think he is precious
Sun burning contentious
Heavy metal pretentious
Like moon is reckless
Tiny little crevice
Will appear speckless
Diamond for necklace
Can leave lung breathless

How to avoid a road to hell?
I think it’s where we fell?
Should have gone left?
What do you suggest?

He’s got a crown and sword
I want to fall on

To die tenderly
Kinetic energy
Your words –
Are haunting me

You will find God if you look lower
Crawl feet first but slower
Remove bad clover
Like a whistleblower

My growth has been stunted
Under moon words hunted
Why you are confronted
All my love abundance
Love you in hundreds

Sometimes wounds are gutted
Jump in holes redundant
Forget the summit
Pitched in black no judgment
My hope is funded

Through your words I’m blooded
Heart beats on like flooded
I know what you did
Whole world screams forbid
Death cannot disconnect our power grid

And if your words are a puddle
I’d jump in again and again
Don’t care how deep it gets
Love you from within

I’m an advanced prototype
You know I’m right

He’s racially prejudice
Erasing the best of us

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you for reading xox


WE MUST NOT LET THEM LEAVE (poetry I think)

THOSE IN POWER ONLY CARE ABOUT GREED

WE MUST NOT LET THEM LEAVE

SCIENCE REBELLION!!! IT’S VERY COMPELLING!

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I JUST WOKE UP AND STOLE THE IMAGES FROM TIKTOK AND TURNED THE IDEA INTO A POEM. NEW TREND. SUE ME. The creator is in the poem.

GODDESS

I’ve been praying for answers though on what to do, on how to take down the elite and all these goddamn mushrooms keep popping up all around this lake and now this very clear information came through to me and this is something that we all can hold them back from

LEAVING EARTH

(We can’t go anyway but we can absolutely stop them)

WE CAN STOP THEM 😈😈😈😈

Also – I firmly believe that we dropped a giant bomb on Mars and we’ve been cloning for a long time

There is now evidence coming out that a bomb was dropped on Mars – (they’ll say an Asteroid ☄️)

They keep spraying poison over all the flowers on the road and now they want us to pay for them to plant flowers that they killed

And I did

The enemy is sitting rich on his throne while he fucking poisons my food air and water

WE CAN STOP THEM

I WANT BIG BOI ON MY TEAM

I’ll be lingering near the safe zone of the beach when the shit hits the fan

But it won’t matter if I have an old working jeep or are new working jeep, I can’t outrun the Lord!!!

I would like a floaty device tho

Jesus: you get one question go:

Me: how to save a barnacle? How to save the world? 😌

Right now the message imcoming is: WE CANNOT LET THEM LEAVE

Ready to sell my TV and destroy the elite

If you let your children use virtual reality gaming you are ruining their brain and if you use it for porn you are ruining your brain – you’re not supposed to have that much dopamine being released and it’s literally destroying the fabric of your identity and CELLS

Advertising is just as intrusive

That’s why sometimes you want to cry after an ad

ADVERTISING IS CONDITIONING AND MOST ADS LIE!!!!!!! THE GOVERNMENT IS OUR ENEMY NOW IN EVERY CAPACITY OF THE WORD – THERE IS NO HIDING THE EVIL NOW

THEIR ACTIONS DON’T MATCH THEIR WORDS


Lists (poetry & photography) NSFW – I IZ ADULT

Top of his lists
Of doesn’t give two shits

I don’t have anything to offer
When he can buy it all
A narcissist will not suffer
Like an angel will fall

Let him run to Paris!
Let him have his fun!
My name’s Polaris
Like lightning from a gun!

Have you been to the petrified forest in North Dakota?
Have I lost my quota?

God made galaxies to be seen
The calm and serene
The moon and evergreen
The sun and me

Full moon tomorrow
And I’m all sorrow

Mary Magdalene was a whore
Who slept with men for honey
Wanted bread, not money
What’s to abhor?

The homeless are an invasive species
Or so the TV tells me
As rent continues skyrocketing
The problem aren’t the elites

I’m organic
It makes the Devil frantic!
Hand stitched by God
The Devil cannot stand it!

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11 hours go by
17 make me cry

Why you take so long to respond to me
Takes an eternity

Mercury in Retrograde
Not like the softness in my tears
The way you disappear
Demand both sin and aid!
God’s not counting years
So the moon will not persuade
Though full when he appears
With only faith to trade
God’s not missing here


The King is a fool
Burning his confidant of truth

93 million miles away huh (all photography by @poeeternal)

The next time God sends you something with wings
It won’t have feathers
Looks like bad weather
Be damned is what it means
I warn of things


When in doubt
Burrow
Like a fox
Make it thorough

Not going in – is what the sign reads (red flags 101) RIP JOHN JONES

Can we start over?
Since we never have before?
An open shoulder?
Not a closed door?


Father,

I have lost all sense of worth
I put in the work
Darkness was my crutch
Jumping cliff to perch
Swearing off the church
I know Satan’s lurch
Full sin born at birth
Decades roaming earth
Hell, heaven or hearth

Please save me


Freckles galore – kisses from the source (lots and lots) 9/25/2022 (time is bullshite) (Ethiopia is seven years behind. April Fool’s!!!!!!!!!) Stupid Americans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I fell like a sword
Over propaganda
I am abhorred
God did not abandon
Heart can be restored
Faith my companion


He treats me like a number in the crowd
He’s a puddle and I can’t get out

I found myself a lost wanderer
Surrounded in fear
With water creeping near
But without wonder
Year after year
I know I am average
I am shrinking here

And now, under moon
A ceremonial ego death
Hard to draw a breath
John Jones go left!
I wake up in sweat
I lost a brother
Maybe the best

I am covered in agony
One lifeline to heaven please
God is feeding me
Gave me life and seed
Said get creating
Heart has energy
Blood is poetry

The earth took my blood
Water turned bone to stone
Earth is my home!

Earth is lying!!!!!!!

AND I MUST WEEP ALONE!!!!!!!


Tiny raindrops pouring down
Your energy speaks volumes
There in the Bayou
Lies who?


Cutting blood ties
With moonstone
What could go wrong
Hissing with his lies
Missing is his tries
Left to roam alone


I’m not crawling to my doom
I take cover under moon
My cloth isn’t costume
My favorite color isn’t gloom
I’m not chasing after you


The baby likely died last
Down in the valley
Family finale

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


All poetry and photography by @poeeternal

I’m aware my artistry is waning like the moon (sometimes thangs are better but I always put full heart in)

I hope there was something you enjoyed and there is more content coming! 🤪

I got folks coming to my blog telling me to cover up. Last I checked I was a GROWN WOMAN and nudity is NOT A SIN

God made me capable of having children at 13 and I believe I should’ve been allowed to choose a husband while under the age of 18

SOCIETY IS A SCAM

*leaps from bridge*

They want me covered up in jab cuz they can’t control their urges

They teach their children women are to be seen as sex objects only – only nude when servicing man

The guy coming to my blog telling me to cover up is the same guy who supports porn stars and the porn industry and jerks off to porn religiously but then goes to church and drops some money in the tray and thinks everything is OK

HE THINKS HE CAN COME TO MY BLOG AND SHAME ME

“You’re pretty but cover up”

Photography of and by @poeeternal

How about shut the fuck up

I love when they attach “friend” to the insult

Delusional

Glad he’s enjoying farm life and three meals a day plus infinite snacks

BUT YOU PISSED ON ONE OF GOD’S ANGELS

HE’S TAKING NOTE

I am grateful for your viewship. I shouldn’t have to censor myself on my own blog. It goes against my purpose of full transparency and truthmongering. Sorry not sorry.

“I don’t want my kids to see this”

You mean the same kids you let loose in the mall and at Walmart whom openly sale erotic adult sex toys IN FRONT OF CHILDREN – not behind a curtain 👀

LOL m’kay

GO BACK TO SLEEP

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May God Pray For You (poetry & photography) NSFW

You taste of Judas Iscariot
Betrayal you’ll marry it
I’ve paid twice for sins
Won’t pay again

144 awakening
7th seal opening
Judgment hour
No hoping (John’s still coping)

One, two
See through all of you

Hell hath arrived
THERE ARE NO GOODBYES

Oh, Prince of This World
They aren’t your gifts to give
Heaven rules over all but this
God is the Void
But Satan rules this world

I am a beggar
Crawling eternally

Helpless to stop it
Remove self from equation
The devil is invasion
I’m losing patience!
Careful crossing occasion
Will get stuck persuading
Hopeful helpful information

Nature becomes conscious of itself through you

I NEED YOU LIKE ETERNITY
Hell is separation
I’M BURNING

If I die here
Nobody will know
I didn’t want to
But nobody will ask you

Fallen
Angelic
Trying to ascend

Need him more and then
Eleven hours spent
Not bad omen

Number signs godsend
I do listen
And then repent

Foreshadowing
But if he’s dropping flags
I’m walking in
Red carpet rolling
With a halo full of sin
God said keep walking
But I want him instead

He turns me SOFT
Like the Grand Canyon will flow
Paradigm shift halo
He owns my soul

I’m sorry he betrayed you
A devil said to shrewd
I think with gratitude
The sun burns the moon
I rest in solitude
Black as blue
But oh so devalued

I do not dream of labor
The moon a gaper
Place our love on paper
He calls –
I turn to vapor

We’re reaching terminal velocity
Death is nearing
Is this the correct speed?
Thought you needed me?

He’s wrapped up in deceit
Like a sheet
Am I a ghost
I am discreet

I’m without kingdom
Guarding eternity
Trident
I’m not lying

WHAT LIES
Beyond the horizon
CRIMINAL EYES
But the sun’s still rising
AND I’M HERE FOR BLOOD

Touch me
So the curse will lift
Kiss me on the lip
Keep me near your hip

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


More poetry and photography coming! Thank you for your interest in my content! I work hard at it! I hope you are enjoying the Halloween theme! Lingerie bodysuit by Dolls Kills! 🎃

I just dropped a set on the OnlyFans! 40 photos! Like when PlayBoy did 18 & 36 page spreads! SAME! 🤪

I’ve been busy writing and working out! I’ll post behind-the-scenes soon!

It’s BOO season!! 🎃🎃🎃

I’m ready to dawn the Halloween costume daily! I wanna go on a hayride!!!! 👀

All my content is original and I do not use an AI generator to write my poems nor do I scour the web for overused images by others. Sorry not sorry!

In makeup and filter 🤪

Thank you for your viewship and feedback! Highly appreciated! ❤️


Barricaded (micrpoetry)

404 not found
I guess he’s not around
The sin’s compound
I am earthbound!


PROBLEM LOADING CONTENT
STOP CHASING AFTER CEMENT
THE DANGER SIGN WON’T PREVENT
STOP GOING PLACES THEY WENT

✋🛑✋

Comments on this post have been limited
Blocking near imminent
Barricaded
He claims he’s jaded
Guess we over played it
Black ain’t faded


MESSAGE LOUD BUT STILL NOT CLEAR


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

People playing Pop Block huh 🤔

I’ll crash the party even without an invitation 🤪

A fence is there for me to jump 🤨

So. The love of my life called. We talked about the theory of everything for 11 hrs. and then some.

We don’t want to share separate bedrooms in a marriage

Honeymoon phase shall continue til the end of my days and respawn and love him again

I confessed I loved him in my twenties

We ain’t never even kissed

Not on earth yet anyway…

And I’m doing everything I can to fix my gut/immune system

I’m scared of people but want to learn to exist in the same room as him

I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM

Also, the Poe tat has relevance in that “deep in earth my love is lying”

Yep

He my fucking existence earth sign and all

And I do weep for him

I FUCKING DO

We have each other’s phone numbers and addresses now so the ghosting needs to fucking stop

He gonna need a restraining order to keep me away 🤪

He gonna need 2 or three 🤪

(Shame about the lady who just had her head dismembered from a psychopath she had 3 restraining orders from. Welp. He cut her head off – in front of the kids – 😑)

It’s the end of the world but he’s finally calling

WRITE HIM THE LETTER EVEN IF IT TAKES TWENTY YEARS FOR THE RETURN

We met when he was 19 turning 20

He 36…. 🤤

WANT FOREVER STILL AND ALWAYS

He make all the atoms orbit

ALL


The Dead (poetry & photography) *mature content*

I hope you haven’t buried your head
Too deep in the darkness
Lost in the forest
Sleeping near the dead

I hope you can forgive things said
Dress your sins like a florist
Place your pain in the storage
Name the cemetery DREAD

I hope you’re happy now
But I’m not
Still miserable
And wanna jump from a high rock

Sometimes I wish you’d have my back
Like the courage that you lack
Or the trail of sin you track
Your soul is black

Crown Thorn
Where were you born
Crowd torn
War worn

Heart alarm
Changing form
Reason warm
I confirm

He tells her things
He should tell me
He knows
He don’t mean those things

The covert narcissist
I will dig him up
Like good and evil
Come to rid this curse

© Delia Ross. 2022

All poetry and photography by @poeeternal


More content coming. But first rest. The demons are sleeping. This my only chance. 😑


A little poem, a little photography

I’ve broken into too many pieces to collect
And sin he is buried up to his neck

A demon ran past his curfew
Patience is a virtue
Hard work is what I do
Truth is taboo

I misinterpret perception
The book of hope is deception
Misguided direction
Waiting for insurrection

I know I’m headstrong
I read the data wrong
Hang head low on throne
“144” on the headstone

I’m tired of the overrule
Narcissism
How they always ridicule

The banks block the poor from spending hard money earned
Well if you transfer this or transfer that
They’ll track every move you got
And God forbid you have extra dough
You’ll be met with a spending limit yah know!!!

Conditioning the future daddy 🤨

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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I dropped a new set last night and I am utilizing the “Story and Hightlight” features as I got/still get penalized a lot by Mark Zuckerberg and at least now I have a safety zone to do drops!

I have lost so much weight from detoxing and my little skirt is a medium and I clearly need a size small now (which is fine) but I was panicked and freaking out because I wanted my hair down and I didn’t do my pigtails and blah blah blah – I can always find a reason why the set could have been better but I received my first tip 🤩

So I stopped beating myself up

I’m getting a rebound session in soon but I want my morning coffee first today

Yep

I drink water all freaking day and all night, let me have a fucking coffee OK, I’m 5 pounds, I’m gonna have a fucking coffee before I work out

I know that sounds different from what people do but I’m doing things different down here in this timeline

I’m so annoyed that somewhere in the world right now the year is seven years back and I want to jump into that fucking timeline and have a baby

My clock is ticking and I keep asking it to chill the fuck out but it is in overdrive 🤪

I don’t want anyone hurting any children

But I started my period at 13 and I should’ve been allowed to get married by 15 and have 12 babies with my husband the way my grandmother did with hers

Immigration absolutely has been a Trojan horse and I’m fucking horny, deal with it

I’m not out there doing anything to disrespect my potential future husband though and if he’s worried about me stripping to pay my bills or to keep a roof over my head, then he’s too vanilla for me

As far as I’m concerned, the OF is as good as therapy

I get to express my art and not get penalized by the dictatorship out there

They did steal 20% of my tip tho 😑

I AM SO GRATEFUL I GOT A TIP AT ALL

But there will probably be a poem in the future about how the establishment is stealing the tip money of its hard workers

AND I ABSOLUTELY KNOW WHY EDGAR ALL POE DIED

HE NEEDED TO DEBUG

Like apparently the entire population

I already got a load of dishes washing

About to get a coffee going

RELAX

REBOUND

REPEAT

I’m anxious for my LED bike lights to arrive so I’ll probably pump up the tires and make sure everything’s good to go

THE SUMMER HEAT IS NOT GONE

But early morning and late evening bike rides are about to start

You definitely need lights riding in the city and bright colors sometimes isn’t even enough because I’ve been out several times in bright colors and still have almost been ran over several times with one person coming back to acknowledge it and saying “that was really close”

And I was just like “it was my turn” 😑

I’m gonna try leaving the lions den again

It ain’t safe in any capacity

Which is why I am actively boxing and packing mostly the entire rest of my house and trying to get the master bedroom, closet, and bathroom together, so at least have a little apartment area to not go mad

GILLED AND WITH TEETH. PHOTO BY ME FROM THIS VERY AM. 🤨

A DISH SERVED COLD 🤨

DANGER SHROOMS POTENTIALLY BEWARE (all photography by @poeeternal)

Thank you so much for supporting my content or reading my blog or just being a positive influence in my life overall because I know that I’m toxic and I’m working on that

BUT WHAT ARE THEY PHOTOGRAPHY BY @poeeternal

That ain’t no chicken of the forest. And what do vegans say of eating these parasites? 🤨

THE UNIVERSE IS TELLING ME HOW TO DESTROY THE ELITE FYI

Danger candy everywhere

EVERYWHERE

WHAT ELSE DOES THE MAP MEAN? 🧐


The Dark (micropoetry)

I’m asymmetrical
But science is unethical


The dark brings on the stars
My favorite part
You influence heart
No love like ours


Dearly departed
Come to me uncharted
Temple of discarded


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dropped some spicy stuff – on the OF storyboard- that would most definitely get me banned elsewhere –

A few photos already got some hearts so I can breathe 🤪

👇

https://onlyfans.com/poeeternal_sensual

Hearts are better than penalties (and for the mental health too)

I need a snug bug

Or giant body pillow 🤪


Fragments (poetry)

There are only fragments of where you once were
I can draw a line from you to her
These walls have shadows of your terms
A plea of prayer or concerns


Pretty bias exists
Like a blade around your wrist


I tell the Devil all my moves
I know that he will lose

I tell him all my plans
Across lightyears they span

I tell him all my secrets
He stores them in a sequence

All my hopes and grievance
Killing off my demons


He’s punishing me because the need is great
I can feel the world like a weight
But there’s a boulder in place –
I can’t participate!


Red light, green light
Was there, not here
No bye
Everybody has a price


I’ve prayed for all their deaths
I prayed –
With every single breath

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

NOT A STOCK PHOTO by @poeeternal

Post script (trigger warning potentially!?!)

The baby daddy DEAD

The big sister DEAD

Prayed for all of them and there’s more on that list🙏

YOU BLEED ENOUGH AND THEN THE BLEEDING STOPS

You won’t get my forgiveness

I’m not here for that

Also! Thank you for the belated birthday moneyz! 🥰

There’s such a warm feeling inside knowing I’m shopping for soup thangs soon

Also, I’m giving Walmart pickup a try. It’s free on orders of $35 or more

I’ll let them shop for my groceries again. Only this time I will drive to pick them up. They bring it to your car.

I won’t have to deal with the COVID crowds or mask up with a partial working lung (the left lung is doing better and I’m taking deeper breaths now, hopefully not the death call)

I may do a sunrise livestream from the beach this weekend on my TikTok

There’s a lot of negative dark energy here in the city, I’d like to avoid

I JUST WANNA BE HOME

It’s the worst place I’ve ever lived but for now it’s the only place I want to be

I’ve been moving my furniture around in my bedroom though and now I have a new view

I’m searching for a decent mattress topper because I’m sick of sleeping on wires

I think I may have finally found one without all the bs

They only have 2 inches but it’s decently priced and it’s gotta be better than sleeping on these fucking wires

I wanted 6 inches and the 3 inch egg shell + 3 inch memory foam but they don’t exist anymore

They keep trying to push the products with infusion in it which will dry out eventually and make your bed crack and I don’t want to sleep with chemicals

Anyhoo

I think I settled on that one and it’ll be decided on next payday

I may take a peek inside the actual Walmart but I can’t stand going inside that place lol

CROWDS

UGG

GROSS

I’m nearly ready to start sleeping on my floor tho

The bed I’m sleeping on was donated by the church cuz my stupid ass went homeless briefly during the government furloughs and hiring freezes

I love that I studied so long in college for a job just for the government to stop us from working and give all of our jobs away to the immigrants

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🇺🇸

MADE IN CHINA INDIA MEXICO

(Native American slave)

But the black Americans want me to pay financial repercations for propaganda crimes I never committed (nor my bloodline)

GET IN THE FUCKING SEA

I will go AWOL if you don’t stop taxing me

NASA IS A FRAUD!!!!!!!

WE CAN’T LEAVE EARTH!!!

I’m hungry thus hangry but not so much cuz the cart is getting full soon and the free pick up makes me less anxious to shop myself

I never worked at Walmart but damn that would’ve been a much better job to have been picking out other peoples groceries, taking it to the car, or even delivering it to them, that sounds like a fantastic way to spend eight hours instead of just standing there scanning shit nonstop without a break

In England, they sit down on the job to scan your groceries…

I fucking hate it here (in America)

THE GREAT SLAVERY

THE GREAT WALL OF DECEIT

THE GREAT PYRAMID SCHEME

I think I may have a Bible here or two that might be worth putting on eBay

I’m kinda having difficulties accessing my account tho

And I’m fairly certain I locked myself out of my Facebook on purpose

So Mark Zuckerberg will be selling my data permanently forever without my permission

Same thing is going on with my Etsy…

I’m done with this fucking establishment

They shouldn’t be allowed to update their policies and add stuff like that and automatically have it selected yes for you

BUT THEY DO

Also, I’ve started receiving mail from spectrum again and when I called they said it was automation so the rainforest has been cut down for fucking spam in my mailbox that I don’t want every goddamn day or any day!!!

THE ONLY ESCAPE IS GOING AWOL / GETTING A PLOT OF LAND WITH MY OWN COMS

Luckily, I know a Soldier or two an expert in communication

LUCKS

They will come when I call…

When I went homeless, some of the officers I shared a foxhole with was offering for me and my pets to come stay…

I did not go but alas I was homeless in 2017 for 4 months

Still climbing out of that financial hole

I lost my entire Thrift savings (retirement) + regular savings just staying afloat

Should have cut the cord sooner

Thank fuck I got discharged before the entire “you must vaccinate or get kicked out dishonorably” bullshit occurred

Stay strong y’all

I didn’t have a husband or family to fall back on

My head is still kind of a mess from everything especially getting a vaccine injury but I’m in deep therapy trying to recover mentally physically everything

Appreciate y’all so much

I want my own little bit of land so I can start helping others and pay it forward

My mortgage payment would be way less than my annual rent increases

“Yeah but you have to do everything yourself”

Oh thank fuck, I don’t think I can handle hearing the Mexicans blow the leaves around the goddamn parking lot any longer

READY TO JUMP FROM THAT BRIDGE OR GO AWOL

(I’m going to use the birthday money to get groceries so thank you)


Psst I’m not racist. I’m tired of the policies being changed to benefit other countries while America becomes a third world country

I’m allowed to complain about the country I fought for

Even though the fighting was all bullshit too


Rotten Fruit (poetry)

Rotten fruit falls by itself
If you’re compelled
Don’t bid farewell


Could you drop good news with the bad?
Could you learn happy just means sad?
Could you leave but still come back?
Or are you ever planning that?


There he goes again
Slamming the door!
And I still don’t know
What we’re fighting for!


Where did your will come from?
Was it bought from the sun?
What will you become?
Is your will firm?


John,

You should have kept your head in the book
You should have took a second look
You should have chose a different route
You should have crossed a bigger chute


I know I’m not what you need
That’s why you keep walking away
I know I’m not what you bleed
That’s why you have nothing to say


Been down a ways
Get little praise
Been down always
Been down always


I made a mess
Of these prison walls
Out of order
The sad owner
Of these pitfalls


I am the still of the lake
With underwater currents circling
The whirlpool in your eye full of hate
Forgiveness won’t be surfacing
No mercy at the break


Why does weight cause gravity?
Like my love for you
You will disappear
But I am stuck like glue?


Last seen
Smoking on the Bayou
Got the deep blues
Gonna cut loose


Restarted just to leave,
Alive just to grieve,
Got what you need?
Stop bailing on me!


If I could do it all again
I’d let you be my influence
Blood to pen
Influent


Jesus: didn’t you say he left your bed?

Yes.

Jesus: and he won’t share a slice of his bread?

*feather tremble 👀


He slams the door
He makes an entrance
He begs for more
He is relentless

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

photography by @poeeternal

Original content: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Déjà vu (poetry)

I feel him mourning
Like thick moss growing on vine

He’s always yearning
The way I twirl around on pine


You got a returning subscriber!
Just kidding! He’s a liar!


I need oxygen but it’s corrosive
I need love but he’s explosive
Got me losing focus
Maybe his main motive


He doesn’t know how hard my heart is
I was born of darkness
Somewhere from the darkest
Never bow regardless


I want to distract him from morning
The way I’m overturning
Darkness is for learning
I bid you fair warning

Hanging with the dead and crying
An angel’s only trying
But oh ye faith I’m eying
And I know when you are lying


I think he’s Polyamorous
I know I couldn’t handle it


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m a cub and never a cougar xo

I woke up to my second supporter! And a lovely message!!! So very grateful, thank you!

Postscript 👇

In my past life I have been in open relationships and handled it just fine

But I’m completely possessive over the love of my life

I can feel my stomach churning with the thought

No kneel

WTF

You better be paying for my housing so I can hump all over your existence

You should be taking my OnlyFans photos and saying, “no babe, that’s your money, buy yourself something nice”

When I bring you money to pay the bills, you should be like, “baby, I’m taking care of you”

STEP UP

Be my K-I-N-G and I’ll be your Queen and submit

Pff you have some magical powers going unused that you know you can’t get anywhere but from ME

And vice versa

We got our own Great Filter upon us

I had to jump here first cuz that’s what it took

I HATE being OLDER than you

MAKE ME YOUNG AGAIN

YOU HAVE ONE JOB


New account! New set dropped! 👉 👇 https://onlyfans.com/poeeternal_sensual


Flew (poetry)

There were times I flew in like a tree hammering a window in a winter storm

The wind so loud you couldn’t hear the glass shattering

I called to him and he ran over transgressions like they were wounds

Now they are gone

Buried like the dead


I can’t give you something I never learned
Forgiveness…
And if walking away is what you do, it’ll never be earned

New photo of @poeeternal

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Postscript 👇

I got folks fleeing left and right but I also received a nice message from someone who said they’d be a future subscriber on my new OF

Plus, I got my first subscriber when I was off sleeping

And so that’s inspiring and worth focusing on instead

They say they like looking at pictures of me 😌

I like making them for y’all

I don’t like digging through the web for stock photos

I took Drama in school and college

Not to mention I have a nut addiction and my detox medication isn’t cheap

I’ve never been able to dress like a girl lol

It’s always been military uniforms and boys tees

I like getting to explore who I am through words and photography

I’m glad I have an audience

I prefer a small crowd

It’s more intimate


Welcome to Damnation (freestyle poetry)

I’m surrounded by crows
And other creepy creatures
Midnight a late night feature
There’s warnings in these screechers
I listen like a preacher


He loves my poetry so much:

He’s never left a comment
He flew away quicker than a comet
He left no dust, pays no homage
I think my looks would make him vomit? 🤔


I’m still alive
Despite your better wishes
Despite you haven’t wished it
Despite you’re superstitious
Got blood of witches

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Photo of @poeeternal

I gotta start buying small. Petite ancient doll.


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Am I You (poetry)

Am I fractal
Crawling backward
Up a hill

Are you crackle
Like lightning
From a spear

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you to everyone who made my birthday special this year xo

Happy Birthday Me

The Vegan nail polish x 2, the vegan power snacks, the gift cards, the messages, the voicemail too

No word from my creators who birthed me

I IZ ORPHAN FROM NOW ON

THE FOLKS ARE DEAD

LIKE JIM MORRISON SAID OF HIS FOLKS

SAME

And I made white cake with egg whites, coconut milk, and coconut oil and it’s good

There was no poison in the cake

I don’t feel bad about baking my own cake

I’ve got a little coconut milk left and plan to make a wild blueberry coconut milkshake soon

There are birthday treats involved

And goods coming from Dolls Kill & Shein

There is no crying involved

I survived another period and year around the sun

I can’t tell you how incredibly painful it is to shed versions of yourself

And still not know if you’re alive

Like, what sort of fucked up gravy train am I on

I think consciousness simply evolved from awareness

I don’t even know if I’m real

Let me fire up this thing


Risk

He risked it all for that if
He risked it all for her kiss
He risked it all at that cliff
He risked it all and did not miss

He did not miss…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m sorry they left out details on an updated map not showing risk or location where 2 others had been stuck – and took hours to rescue

I’m sorry that management thought it best to remove features on a map – instead of blocking off entrance and stating instead that anyone with common sense would know “dusty” means “don’t go” “not well traveled” (victim blaming)

I’m sorry you thought you were somewhere you weren’t

And that the dangers and risks weren’t disclosed

“Why did you put me here…?”

Could you imagine if my last mission was a suicidal attempt to come get your bones

Last we saw of her was outside the cave location of John Jones, we think she went inside….

200 years later: bones of John Jones found in mysterious location with the remains of missing….

What’s even stranger is the position they were found in….

*cue the fairytales the establishment dish out as fact*

And thus a new religion was born

Hail whoever the fuck I become in the future

I mean, I do wanna go get his bones tho

*leaves suicide note near dug up entrance / and a black backpack*

CHECKMATE FUTURE ME

*doesn’t die*

*turns 44*

I was screaming for John recently tho – silently from my soul

He came up and was like, “you’re screaming like I’m in Utah..”

Cuz he haz jokes 😌


P.S. if you don’t know who or what I’m talking about, only the greatest tragedy in my living history. An angel was crucified upside down by a demon – who later received a bonus and likely a promotion for “heroic efforts”.

I want to throw up 🤢

His body was left there with over 100 rescue personnel on the clock.

Our tax dollars hard at work.

His bones are still in that cave and one day I’m gonna go get em’…

He hates that fucking cave…

There are things that had happened down there that Michael Leavitt says “will never be disclosed” and I’m gonna make him disclose them…

The patience and the craft of a warrior gone rogue

30 years time

This ain’t Minority Report

Although a kid did get arrested for making a threat during a video game

My PS4 has been factory reset and is in the STUFF TO BE SOLD AT THE PAWN box

The content is propaganda and subliminal messaging

I’m trying to get through to you

Espionage everywhere

But what do you see

Also – PayPal has listed someone as a contact who once donated to me anonymously

I found out about the anonymous donor – or rather who it was – about six months or so later – in an end-of-the-year PayPal statement

Fucking fantastic

The goddamn glitches in this timeline

The anomalies

And now Instagram tells people “followed by so-in-so”

There is no privacy here

My TV hasn’t been turned on in weeks

I wanna turn into one of them vets who live in the country with their own radio coms

Telephone? We ain’t got one of them here. You gotta drive into town…

I made it to 44, thanks to John Jones

I don’t know if I’m gonna get out alive, but he’s down here with me

And those electrical jolts to my heart was him repairing the damage big pharma caused when I injected myself twice with that deadly poison

I was barely alive, hanging on by a thread

I’m spitting less in a cup but I’m still spitting in a cup

I keep hearing people say they’re catching Covid and I can’t catch Covid, my immune system has been compromised from the death jab and heart inflammation and people are now dropping dead by that adult death syndrome which I’m at risk of

I need to be quarantined

I need to be that girl in a bubble

I wanted to have photos for you today

But then that 7 day treatment is taxing on the liver, this detox I’m doing – coupled with me starting my period with the full moon like clock work

I’m spent…

But I made it to 44!!!!

I’ve lived 43 years!!!

Now it ain’t easy

My sister died in January at age 45

She didn’t make it to 46

And I’ve been saying since I was a little kid that I wouldn’t live past 50 so I have that weighing on me

I’ve been saying since I was about 12 years old that Leo’s have heart and feet problems so I predicted my own fucking death

I’m paying better attention to the red flags now I hope

And when I feel myself falling into a violent dark rage – I’m gonna paint my nails instead and play dress up or ride my bike or bake a delicious meal

That’s the intention anyway

I’m still in intensive therapy and putting in the work…

I’m starting this new detox regime soon

And then probably the liver cleanse

And some of the other formulas he has

Vegetarian too from what I’ve seen

It’s less expensive than dying or treatments from Big Pharma which nearly all include toxic poisons – yellow/red/blue dyes

These nurses and doctors don’t give a fuck about you

They think the NDA they made you sign trumps their oath

IT DON’T

Take revenge in the courtroom and not on the street (or self-destruct)

Stay woke

P.S.S. America is a corporation where its occupants are owned by communistic China – who holds hands with the Russian mafia – who is the Illuminati – and keeps you distracted with porn, religion, politics, Hollywood, propaganda and subliminal messaging

TikTok says I’m a threat

Instagram says I’m a threat

You better know it


Wildfire (mini poems)

I love him for awhile
Drop bombs and act hostile
I’ll love him for a mile
Send invite then exile


Narcissism is a plague
Wildfire like my rage
Your flag is acting vague
Say what you mean to say


I’m sorting everything I have
Every single thing I own
Been logging too much weight
I’m never feeling home

Been crawling with my skeleton
I’m getting out of prone
I’m turning on the lights
I’m heading for unknown


I’m tired of washing clothes
I hate to wear
I’m tired of open roads
Of just despair


The aftermath apparent
Like an errant animal
It’s so overbearing
The way deep space
Won’t stop starring
Or acting like
He’s not caring


118 pounds
Can barely afford a smile
He goes by too many nouns
Won’t you feed me at the fairgrounds?
I might put on a frown
A tear for the clown
Wearing a hospital gown
Starving little cloud


He knows my birthday without a doubt
I just haven’t figured it out


You kneel
I heal
That was the deal


We have to make order out of chaos
Forget about the hard loss
Betrayal is a hard bust
We never quite will adjust


I’m going through metamorphosis
I gave no notice
Guess I’ll change my coordinates
I am the cold porcelain


Dear John,
I’m still spitting in a cup
But I haven’t given up
Lost my way and now I’m stuck
Guess I haven’t any luck


Re: Mark Zuckerberg
Someone silence that puppet
Put a bullet in his nugget
Don’t ask, Don’t tell who done it


Label created
Clouds must be elated
Happy belated
Words I never stated
Love’s overrated


Eventually you get tired of –
The papers piling up
Evidence of –
I never gave a fuck


He’s always causing so much ruckus
I’m losing focus
Gave my two week notice
He’s close to homeless


I’ve got decades of mail unopened
Obviously I’m barely coping?


I’ve been lost in my own shadow
Falling down every hole


How long will the bears live?

God: 100 years

How long will the humans live?

God: 100 years

What color will the bears be?

God: brown/black/white

What color will the humans be?

God: brown/black/white

I REST MY CASE

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Homemade vegan veggie stew and cornbread

I’M SO GLAD YOU WON’T EAT FROM MY KITCHEN. MORE FOR MEEEEE


Write (poetry)

I notice when he’s gone
Even though clouds are glowing moonlight
But in the breeze my thoughts are blown
I haven’t even words to write

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

No filter. No makeup. Hardly any bathing suit 🤪

Next Friday I turn 44. Potentially. Still putting up the good fight even though I’ve shriveled away to 118 pounds.

All fleshy stuffs.

No Botox/plastic/fillers

Just a whole lot of gravity and mess softness

Teardrops 😌

I just picked up this little triangle bikini top from the thrift today – and also recently learned that this style first originated in the 40s.


Warmth (poetry)

I know how much you like the warmth
Crisp morning air circling

I see your light
It’s the same as water sparkling

Pale moonlight
Blood and roses

Our poetry
Going through osmosis

Severed wings
The way God approaches

He won’t kneel for me
I’m beyond explosive

The frothy sea
I love him helplessly

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m still organizing the clutter inside my soul and beyond…

I’m a vampyre. Got the elite blood from the elder Gods. Authentic. They can’t corrupt my DNA. 🤨

The Devil tried to kill me and I slept the fucking year to heal. Doing warrior thangs. Reverting back to what the Army taught me. And sometimes wounded warriors need a long time to heal cuz they get the worse wounds in battle.

I told you I was marching around the trenches and now I done got myself stuck. 

I’ve been praying for answers, some of them I answered myself.

I’ve been disassociating for years. Maybe decades.

The evidence clearly shows.

My new self motto: “I don’t know how we got here, let’s just fix it.”

And when you start fixing holes in your ship, more will appear.

Don’t panic.

Find a way to plug the hole and abandon dreams if you must.

I know. Hang on. 

The waves will be harder…

Don’t jump from the cliff.

Don’t give up.


If you’d like to support this blog or my poetry, I’m on Patreon! Thank you for inspiring me! ❤️

Thanks for giving this old gal a chance.

Other places to spot me: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


It Mattered (poetry)

It mattered while it mattered
Stuck upside down
Soul still shattered
Saw smile for frown
Then all light scattered
Fell down our crown
When hope was battered

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Thank you for the gorgeous vegan nail polish from my Amazon wishlist! It arrived yesterday (Sunday evening)! I’m grateful! This stuff doesn’t have any bad chemicals in it to disrupt my precious hormones going full throttle! The mindfulness shouldn’t poison me! Appreciate! 👍

I’m jumping on the Patreon wagon! Thank you for considering to support me!

But also… 👀

I started a new OnlyFans – it just now got approved, I’m terrible with secrets, that’s why I’m telling you


Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Count (mini poems)

She told me on the phone
You weren’t doing good
Felt good to my bone
You suck at motherhood


I don’t know how we let it get this bad but we did
We’ve been in fight or flight mode since a kid


Do you count the times I visit?
You and the Devil in business?
God as my witness
I’ve been acquitted

Love don’t match the physics
The rock is livid
Are you good at listening?
Do you think it’s christening?

Do you even miss me?
Feel the hatred crippling?
The hours wasting
The Devil is your painting


Weapons and fingernail polish
Gifts for a goddess?


There’s a river flowing through the ocean
That’s where I’m going
Omnidirectional
I’m never chosen


What am I supposed to do father
Sit around and watch in haste
I watch the whole world spinning
While their soul goes to waste


Murder attached to bad management
Let’s call it “an accident”
Near the tomb inscribed “very tragic”
John Jones would claim it


I’m pretty good at bad decisions
There is faith but no ambition
The mirror’s not what I envision
I wear a cloth but hate religion
I’m making friends but not with wisdom
Prayer feels like only wishing


I’m still pulling his hair from my creases
He’s still putting together his thesis
Wrapped up in all of me
Until all life ceases


I’m cleaning out my closet
I’ve got monsters on the run
The walls they’ve got my claws in
Digging for the sun


Hit the high ground
Don’t want you around
But wait don’t go
Guess you can leave slow
I don’t want you here
But you mustn’t leave the show


Taking pride in my belongings
Put a reign on the longing


Homes should come with manuals
Basic do’s and don’ts – we’re animals

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Circa August 2021

Heyyyyy it’s almost my birthday!! 🥳

Woo hoo! I’ve got stuffs in my Amazon wishlist!

The big ticket items you can scroll past. That’s like a what if lottery ticket. The little items are just as important to me.

My therapist says painting my nails and self-care is good mindfulness practices.

So far, since starting my list, weapons and vegan fingernail polish have been gifted to me. Thank you for the gifts! 🤩

So very grateful for your support out there! For keeping me safe, fed, and in a happy place.

It lifts my spirits.

The birthday falls on August 19th. I am a Leo baby. Fire sign.

Leader of all the signs of course. 😌


Spots the establishment punish me: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Hell (poetry)

Things I keep unpacking
I’m moving or I’m not
Got love stored in a box
Hell is a paradox
Just like my life then
I’m alive but not a lot


Finalized my living will and directives
Burning every bridge I know
I’ve got objectives
YOU ARE UNRECEPTIVE


I’m dead inside
So there won’t be a spark
If that is what you are after
Then you shouldn’t kill the laughter


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Yes you can live in my closet and eat pizza from a box

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Canyons (mini poems)

He won’t talk to me, he won’t acknowledge my existence

But crash his gate with a comet, and there won’t be any resistance


Did you know his shoulders rise like limestone
Rugged and sky-piercing
Grizzled and grey
His eyes a jewel-blue stream
Heading for my wonder


Do you know how deep the canyons were that I carved
Running from you
I know now how deep it runs
When we love like we do


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I don’t think the Mall should be selling adult toys. I went in for a cute hat, now I’m traumatized. Anal plugs and vibrators right next to the Lava Lamps. 😑

There’s nowhere left to chill or shop.


Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Breadcrumbs (poetry)

I transcribed your dream
The message read: BE STILL
But there could be a landslide
On this hill
Careful where you’re putting
Down your gear
And maybe ground your fear
Just be still
You need courage
The end is near

I love you.


I’m living in a parallel universe
Four simultaneously
The search for purpose
Only finding curses
Weathering leather
And bloodied verses
Unholy wishing
Gaslighting nurses
Controlling lightning
I come through circuit
Rarely truly surface
Far reaching
Angelic
Though sun a furnace
The Devil’s hand is sternness
I’m too damn earnest


Homeostasis
The racist call me racist
His poetry as an oasis
I’m running out of patience


Invite only
I’m growing lonely


They’re planning an invasion
The Asians


It’s like he’s pushing me to the edge
So he can follow suit
And if I leap from the ledge
It’s something he’ll pursue


Dating is like trying to find the least damaged item at the thrift store


“Problem loading content”
Not sure where hope went
He’s rarely present
These halls are haunted

My hair is 1000% homegrown from my skull yah know… (I’d let you be the keeper of my bones)

I need less resistance
But I keep pushing the distance
Confusing the algorithm
Changing logistics

And he’s persistent
Budding appearance
Creating division
Swollen and twisted


How to not fall into a pit –
I haven’t learned it


There’s a spider living near me
He keeps building webs
And though I’m surely cleaning
He knows my habits well (true story)


Every mirror is haunted with my reflection


I’m suffocating
Crawling through your mines
120 meters inside
30 feet below a deadline


How to create healthy boundaries instead of building walls?
How to find stillness instead of crawling down the halls?

He’s sabotage
Removes my camouflage

One second applause
Then next dislodge

Knows just what I want
His hand will taunt


I got your message
Unintentionally
I felt your presence
Was it meant for me?


Earth will become hell
I’m holding the seventh seal
All of heaven will fall silent
I’m not here to heal


My closet is full of dead dreams
The drawers filled with hurting
The handles broke and dirty
I’m over 40….


I was born with an extra vertebrae
I got the death jab
They altered my DNA
Feel I can close hell’s gateway
The more they order
The less I obey
People dropping dead
Next month is my birthday
Some call me evil
God I won’t betray


He’s running circles
Watching me evolve
Climbing crimson skies
He knows how hard I fall


Fall down seven times
Get up eight
I’m morally bankrupt
With a penny on my plate


It’s like I’m crawling into a sinking ship, and he’s dying to come with…? 👀


Sometimes he leaves me breadcrumbs of where he’s been
Maybe kisses of magic
Maybe stitching in havoc
I’m here idling

I’m looking at star trails
And I’m burning all my matches
Leaving webs for what he catches
Or a map leading to more spells?


John is down here with me
I talk to him like he’s living


These guys out there buying fake diamonds
And truth is like silence


Have you found the secret book?
It’s a world of deceit
Well I’ve ripped your pages
Feel incomplete for what I took


13 months of 28 days

With an added day of resurrection

13 constellations

Hesitating every direction

365 days of lost conception

SEPT equals seven
OCT falls on eight
Allow me to elaborate

NOV enduring nine
DEC is ten
JAN means eleven
Your eyes look just like heaven
FEB is twelve
I know you’d love me if you didn’t serve yourself
MAR ends with thirteen
April is for birthing! (the starting one)
Now count them up
April is the first month
We’re living a different time

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Circa April 2021

APRIL IS THE FIRST MONTH, THE CALENDAR IS 13 – feel free to check the star charts – the sky – whatever you want – 13 constellations – tell the Devil he’s losing time – he’s not getting mine 😈

The truth don’t lie – Neo open your eyes

SEPT MEANS SEVEN NOT MOTHERFUCKING NINE 👍👍

13 x 28 = 365 (you’re welcome) (don’t forget the plus one to grow on – resurrection)

LEVEL UP ASCENSION GOD MODE ON (humbly and universally) (you die in the Matrix, you die for real for real) (have fun)

The source wants you to win

I DON’T WANT TO DROP DEAD – CHANNELING

Open up Pandora’s box ✅

Peer through the Looking Glass ✅

Visit earth and learn to be a lightbringer

Learn compassion

Learn forgiveness

Give more love than you receive ✅


Might go dark again: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Trespassers (poetry)

Shut the eyes of trespassers
The sun is down all day
Antarctica is turning red
My tongue careless what to say

Can you lead me heavenwards
I don’t show lines of grey
But you’re like a figurehead
I am lost either way


He’s like a shutter rarely open
Torrential rainfall in the forest
If your lens is in focus
We’re really hopeless

Freckled spots among the leafless
Limbs are growing
Though we’re porous

With constant flooding
Accumulation of our fears
Without love
So malnourished

Nothing but a debris field
I hope he lives here
Larger than the ocean
I really need him


self-portrait circa June 2022

You’re a sentinel program sent to destroy
Age 36 but still a boy


Go through the ceremony but don’t get the certificate
Get married but don’t have the state involved with it
Give them details but don’t get specific
Crash into depression, but tell everyone you’re terrific


I’ve got a bad attitude but maybe I’m not bad
And if you see me smiling, it’s likely that I’m sad


God or wild beast – my prayers heard the least


He seems to hate me with contempt
The lines were crossed
Up went a fence

The sign read not welcome
Whatever I did
I forget


SHE KNOWS I KNOW YOU KNOW WE KNOW SOMETHING OR SO


We are the Bermuda triangle 🔺


Intense radiation heat can leave behind a shadow. Poetry or portfolio. You are my meadow.


All the laughing, excitement and sensationalizing on someone’s sorrow; They don’t have a moral compass to follow.

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


Postscript bullshite👇

I’m basically housebound with this illness. My health is up and down. My mental health is suffering. I continue to practice mindfulness but I swear I feel my depression is growing worse. I’m practicing gratitude more. I’m trying to live in the now but it’s growing extremely difficult with the current establishment. I’m lost but then I’m found. I’m compassionate and then I’m swimming in darkness and hate.

self-portrait April 2021

All the neighbors are getting along. Hello we continue to mumble. We’re getting letters on our doors on if we’re in “good standing” or not. Everything is a dictatorship. Every turn the burn of a whip.

AND I’M FUCKING INSANE

I might as well start coloring the walls.

I am simultaneously moving and not moving at the same time.

“Well, this can go in a box, we won’t be here forever”.

“Well this might as well get put away, we can stick around for awhile”.

It’s a fucking insane asylum in here.

But, I’m working on getting my extra bedroom organized and re-done.

I got my trampoline back those motherfuckers stole my goddamn fucking key and lock.

And I mean this was a lock I didn’t want to lose, I even got the CEO involved and those motherfuckers stole my goddamn lock anyway.

I got to lose sleep, several nights of sleep, over the fact that my lock got stolen.

Every conversation to God: “this is hell and I’m a monster” 😩

I don’t know how to be a human, I don’t even know how to exist in the same room as another person.

Shit is deep

I don’t even know who you are and I can’t live without you.

I’m a mean girl

I don’t wanna be nice

But I’m in intense therapy which extends outside the office visit hours

It requires constant self-reflection and control

It’s exhausting and not at all easy re-programming yourself to not be self-serving

Or completely fucked up from previous traumas

And I got to continue to hear on TikTok about how women are obsolete over the age of 40

Women have been obsolete since they started their fucking periods… 🖕

I’m getting back to rebounding soon tho – I rescued my trampoline and I’m gonna go back to rebounding at home. I am small and petite but would like to work on my booty gains. It won’t ever be picture perfect. I’m a mama with stretch marks and saggy boobs! ✌️

I don’t really get to play the role of mama tho unfortunately.

I don’t get to be a human at all.

Your porn and propaganda is working.

Shame you don’t have the willpower to be who you were meant to be.

And I’m sick of everybody with the same personality. It’s a cult. 👀

I want to play dress up again and be more proactive in the blogging community but I’m still fighting for my life.

And I can’t help but cry about the state of everything.

And your poetry brings me life.

Are you performing anywhere?

Do you appreciate your fans?

(*whispers* please do an audiobook so I can fall asleep to you)

You feel that way too, that women are obsolete over 40?

He said we can all have our cats 😑

I’m trying not to disappear so – it would be nice to hear your voice for a change instead

You do everything so perfectly how hard could it be

I’m over 40 so I’m supposed to be obsolete now but I don’t even have a grey fucking hair

*jumps from bridge*

But that great white has been revisiting so I could just you know take a dive out there into the ocean- it would be really easy to get swallowed up in that tide like that 14-year-old last week or that great white who is taking bites out of Human’s

He’s big too

What a way to meet your fears

I’d probably have a heart attack before he’d get near

I freak out just seeing the tide at the seawall 👀

I might be out there in the morning watching sunrise

I need the vitamin D

Fuck that asshole

Fuck you

Fuck everything

The world is shit

I love hate ???? you

She ain’t wrong tho –

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Fixed (poetry)

It broke my heart
Then fixed my vision
I’m deconstructing
With loose precision

No color chart
Mouth found derision
My soul eructing
Opposing decision

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

So change is hard. Reprogramming requires commitment. Daily sacrifice. Stopping negative thoughts. Mindfulness. You gotta climb after that shit like Mount Everest. YOU GOTTA WANT IT.

“But I like being sinister”. You’ve never tried anything else. And that’s the Devil talking. You should be put down. Like a homeless pet. Or an animal with the taste for human blood.

You shouldn’t be allowed to wander the streets of a “civilized society”. 🙄

Personally, I’m under development currently.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION

I want to learn to exist with another when the time comes.

I also need a class on organization or for somebody to help me but I am still trying to figure it all out.

Windows open. Fresh air. Detoxing on Apple Cider Vinegar and Black Walnut & Wormwood DAILY

I MADE IT THROUGH ANOTHER NIGHT

I’M GOING TO TRY TO MAKE IT THROUGH ANOTHER DAY

I don’t have any design skills

I move furniture and things around from one spot to another

There’s got to be some better order

I hang things up with thumb tacks

Curtain’s are a foreign concept

I’ll eat food cold from the can 😑

Some people are rich and eat from pizza boxes while judging from their empty thrones

Meanwhile, spirits hang with me in the foxholes

I talk to the dead

I HAVE BETTER RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE DEAD 💀

I WANT TO BE HUMAN

*In therapy*

That’s what my welcome mat should say… 🤪

Self-portrait circa 2020

Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Proteins (poetry)

I’m always cleaning but the house is never clean
He explained his reason but I don’t know what it means
I keep on dusting but there’s dust thick on the screen
I read his poetry and consume it like proteins 👀


I call to him
Through wind and pen
And like the Tower of Babel
He’s comes crumbling


I’m not allowed to communicate with him in any form
So the moon grows full
And the earth will storm


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

No pressure or whatever but your words give me life

And I know they’re not for me (🤔) but can you please continue to write

My choices: YOU or a surgeon with a knife

You’re a mathematician, BUT WORDS CAN YOU EXPEDITE? 🧐

Yes 🟩 No ⬛️ Maybe 🟥 (pick one)


Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


The Devil Acts a Friend (micropoem)

Sometimes God destroys things out of anger
Like my love for you that would linger
Because love won’t set you free tied to an anchor
The devil acts a friend though he’s a stranger

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The next person that boasts they’ve reached Christ consciousness, I’m going to ask them to show me their fucking crucifixion scars

If they fail to comply, I’m going to crucify them UPSIDE DOWN

PART VAMPYRE

I got the elite blood

One of the rarest and eldest in existence

I’m not an organ donor, never will be 👀

You can’t have any parts alive or dead

FUCK OFF

These motherfuckers can’t even live without their Fitbits

Fallen Angel technology

YOU NEED TO DEBUG

UNPLUG

YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

Espionage is everywhere

Byeeee

P.S. stop calling this CIVILIZATION when porn breeds MONSTERS

It’s gaslighting

And guys are so egotistical and think we want the dick so bad that we’ll slave for them cooking, cleaning, raising children, working all day and night, while they make minimal effort but maximum stress

The divorce rate ever increasing

It ain’t looking good over here

Men don’t understand why I’m single and never married

Uhm PORN

I want a partner when I’m ready

Not a manchild

You won’t eat at my kitchen but God is fucking burning down monuments for me so fuck you

I WILL CRUCIFY YOU UPSIDE DOWN

Spit on me again you fucking cunt


Wires (poetry)

No dreams it inspires
My bed is all wires

Covered in wool and wishes
If only walls would listen

Self-portrait from today

I knew things were going left
They’re pushing me to the edges
Between the widening circle
And disappearing wedges

Where up is down
Or so he alleges
And I’m clinging to life
With stains and sledges

But underneath the bridge
His voice is clearing out the hedges
Bit by bit
Little pieces of his pledges


Crawling to 44

The default instructions prevent death

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Happy Slavery Day (we gaslight and call it independence, it’s not. It’s micromanagement, it’s a dictatorship).

Bike rides & beach content soon

I’m finally leaving the house in my swimsuit and being seen in public

So much white flesh 👀

Freckled spots. And some brown.

I’m a half-breed.

I once had angel wings.

I love you all so much

Thanks for the blogship

Is that a thang?

I just want one idea to be my own before I die

ONE CONCEPT

It sucks being kinda smart but not really

Labor

Under

Controlled

Knowledge

Byeeeeeee

(thinking of you know who always)


Hot spots: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal


Pebbles (freestyle poetry)

Because I know
I’ll cross the threshold
And when gravity
Tips its scales
All eternity will fall

And heaven
Will gently
Fumble at your
Footsteps

The way pebbles
Form smooth edges
Over time

My dreams
Are baptized
By your words

Like prayers whispered
Into passing clouds
On sunless days

I am tiptoeing death
Leaving pieces of me
In only places you will find

There is grand justice
In knowing
Only you will crawl the distance

Might my heart
Be dust and ash
But love lieth here

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Dying and just want to matter how ever briefly…

His existence is a breathing apparatus

He exists, therefore I am

Self-portrait

Flame (poetry)

I’m in descent
I’m candescent
I’m flame and hemp
Is love exempt?

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

The void 😩

Thank you so much for the sweet donation that I received over the weekend

I’m trying to center, I’m trying to find my calm in all this

Any activity causes my heart to hurt

Especially getting angry

I’m still sorting through the mental and financial collapse

Folks don’t realize I lost my entire retirement savings – and regular savings.

Years and years of retirement savings gone

So the immigrants could have my job

The cops here say, “it’s federal, nothing we can do”

DICTATORSHIP

Trust me, I’m well known as “red flagged” to the establishment

They know I’ve moved over into the homicidal territory

Armed and dangerous and you’re still not gonna take my right to buy a weapon or to hold one or to fire one

Do you remember when they tried to outlaw alcohol and that law completely failed – yeah try to do that with our guns China – go for it – try to do it, try to take our guns from us, try it, try to put it on paper that we can’t even buy a gun and see what happens, go for it – try it, I dare you! I triple fucking dare you!!

This whole fucking thing is going to collapse if they don’t get off my dick

😇

Pro life tip: You should never tip before you are served

This whole generation of TIP ME NOW AND BEFORE I’VE DONE MY JOB IS BULLSHITE

I hate these fucking policies

And do you know how much effort it is taking me to get my account and data deleted from the Chipotle app? It’s insane!

I’ll never download another app for anything

It should not be this hard to delete yourself from the web

JESUS CHRIST SAVE ME NOW

Has anyone ever unscrambled it? Is it like an anagram for the Devil?

That book of lies

6000 years of gaslighting and dictatorship

I’m DONE

I want to sell my TV and get a DUMB phone.

The problem is, if you get a home line, the only calls you will get are from politicians and the cops wanting money from you because it’s all a fucking scam. And you can’t opt out

Just like we can’t opt out our private home addresses from receiving spam mail for junk food and that is why the Amazon rainforest is being cut down

Immigration is a Trojan horse

When do we save Mother Earth and ourselves

Oh but you have your porn!!!!!!

Porn has rotted your heart and brain!

In other news, I got my printer set up in my master bedroom now. I guess dying makes it harder to manage a household. But whatev.

The black ink is out, but I got the new driver installed on my MacBook so that was a feat in itself. My laptop is aware of the printer and vice versa.

I also have plenty of professional paper to print on, once I sort out the black ink.

I’ve been pulling rare collectibles and other items I plan to list on the eBay – it’s like having an online garage sale.

I have some cool stuff that belong in the hands of someone who will use it. It’s extremely hard for me to part with, but I have bigger goals now tho.

Like being a land owner 👍

Learning how to grow & harvest food

I’m sick of advertising and TV!!!!

I rarely play games

I’m not into entertainment anymore

There’s too much propaganda and busy busy going on

I just want to chill

What the narcissist think is “boring”, is actually just peace

It’s serenity

They don’t want us anywhere near it

It’s poke prod poke prod tee hee I don’t have a fucking soul

“I was joking”

*rolls eyes

It ain’t the disabled vets causing all this disruption and corruption tho

I know y’all like to blame us and pick on us tho…

I also know white people are blamed for the worlds problems – propaganda 101

If u white, u hated for your skin

And then they force us to live next to one another, packing us in like cattle

Watching the slaughter unfold

The immigrants don’t even have to work hard at stealing our country…


A Strong Rope (micropoetry)

The authoritarian left
I feel oppressed
Can we coalesce
Sleep? Fight? Protest?
I loved you best


Hit send
Unsend
Again

Is there a black hole
That you recommend?

Would you toss me in?


A STRONG ROPE
TO KILL HOPE


Please don’t place me
On your pedestal
It’s not that I’m unethical

Hell wears the skin
Of a gentle human
But I don’t know where I’m going


I don’t want to mix
Personal with fantasy
You only give 10 degrees


I mourn for worlds inside
The future
It’s not paradise
Chained to man’s device


It’s not a relationship
But a one street road
Concrete ceilings
And a heart that’s cold


His solitude is more comfortable
Porn is more preferable
Sin’s so fast he’s a convertible
Therefore love is terminal


Deleted him from contact
I guess there’s no looking back


Quench if it’s life or limb
Sentience equals prison

But don’t give in…


Stop functioning
With old programming
Unplug and finally see


Micro within the macro
Follow the arrow
Sin crossing shadow
You’re not the hero


He’s got angel wings as a hammock
I’m swinging from spaces between the heavens
It’s quite the dynamic


In the Age of Enlightenment
There is no excitement
In this Great Divide
There’s no where to hide


She was found in a drainage ditch
With the ignition switch


Some monsters have hidden doors and agendas
They have blackened out windows & tempers


I had gills
During development
I’m swimming still

I grew lungs
And a tail
That look reptilian –

That’s what it takes in hell


I live in a shadow realm
A third dimension
Where words he’ll mention
Won’t give me attention


I tapped into the ether
On the seashore of death
Tap dancing over heart attack
A virus or a creature
I need a preacher!


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

UGG. I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m not but I am.

Still detoxing. Still having chest pains. Still emo as fuck. Still up and down with my sister dying a few months ago. Try having your blood sister die while you’re in the middle of a fall out with your entire family so you will never find closure.

Men treat me like a sex object

I’ve never had a father/husband/brother figure

But I’ve had many proposals, “you’ll never have to work again…”

As if, cleaning and cooking isn’t work

Or raising a child, managing a household

As if taking care of a man isn’t a job

“Women got it easy”

And worse, if they think you are pretty, they think everything was handed to you on a silver platter, because beauty bias exists

Furthermore, men don’t want a friendship with me, they want sex. If they aren’t getting sex, they’re good as ghost.

“But I like you too much to be friends”

Can’t even have one male friend…

🖕


Isolation (poetry) *trigger warning*

Hello.

I’m in the isolation zone

Quarantined to hell below

Thought you couldn’t reach me though

There’s still climbing to go

Stop.

Can’t you see where the dust divides

There’s too much distance between you and I

I’d rather commit suicide

Wave goodbye

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal


I’m okay. Crying a lot. Expected.

I’m safe. Here. Mostly. To an extinct.

A bridge is a walk away.

The Grand Finale awaits.

Will I even know?

ROBOTS ARE NOT SENTIENT

It’s only hell because we’ve been in a 6000-year-old worldwide prison system based on that BOOK

And that same establishment continues to tweak its policies until you’ll believe they are the creator of you, with your OOOH AHHHH Fitbits

They use gaslighting, lovebombing, triangulation to control

With politicians, actors, influencers, teachers, preachers, cops

It’s disgusting

“But if you work hard you can own a home”

That was the Great Lie the Boomer generation sold

Then Ghosted an entire fucking generation after we’ve been the most dedicated, the most hard working, and ORIGINAL

And we watch all the younger generation’s steal our fucking content and give us no credit – and the Boomers reward them with free housing or financial assistance

The rest of us are out here winging it, living on the fucking streets, in our campers, eating one meal a day, so we can buy some fucking land before it’s too late…

Starting communities

I don’t want 5G or anywhere around it

It’s a cancer

Fuck this New Age digital world, I don’t want any part of this future

Where I don’t even have freedom of speech or my art protected

These men preyed and preyed and preyed sexually upon my best friend who died by suicide and she was 13

I’ll never recover

Her birthday was May 1

She died April 7, 1993 (just shy of her 14th birthday)

357 magnum to the head

Lost the last letter she wrote me

But there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about her and if I had pictures of her I wouldn’t have them stored away like everybody else who wants to forget her

And Miley Ray Cyrus sounds just like her but Miley Ray Cyrus wasn’t born but we did get to meet her dad together Billy Ray Cyrus so that was pretty fun

Mems.

There’s a picture of them floating around somewhere, not online or anything

We met lots of bands together

Pre cellphone days

I can barely even prove that she existed, there’s just this hole in my gut

They preyed upon me too baby girl

This world is too much

You were so brave

Braver than me

I wish I had your courage to die

The Judge knew I was suicidal in 2018 and wouldn’t even talk to me until I took a few breaths

She said in front of the entire courtroom that I looked like I was about to jump from the bridge behind me

Also, I had a weapon upon arrival that I didn’t know – when trying to enter – and the cop repeated the question 3 times – I laughed – “wait, do I have one?” and I did. A little mini nail file thingy that I got in the mail by the Wounded Warrior project lol

So before I could even go into the courtroom I had to walk my little mini knife all the way back to my vehicle… and then return

And by the time I made it to the Judge – good lord the humility of being sued

By the end of the session we had the entire courtroom laughing, me and the Judge..

She directly explained to me how they could get my money tho… which is untouchable

Like if I wanted to buy a plane ticket right now and just fly somewhere, the government could be like oh no oh no you you fucking owe us some money come here bitch we’re going to take your plane flight

But it must suck for the men who want to prey on me and take my money because I can get married and divorced and they can’t touch it

You can’t touch what I earned but they can keep raising my rent and the food costs… FYI

The suicide rate continues to increase among military and Veterans

Somebody recently sent me 20 bucks and I bought me some medicinals 👍

I know this isn’t my best work, I just woke up crying and I decided to put it into a poem so I just freestyle got this off my chest…

I’m okay 👍👍

Saddest girl in the world (squared)

Side note: I’m making right with my creditors and it was only for a little bit. But they can’t directly dock my check.

They can keep raising the rent though huh


Undiscovered (poetry)

Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.

Undiscovered 👈👈👈

Sometimes I can write decently… I rarely re-share my own works because I haven’t took a break or stopped writing or fell on writer’s block

But I should re-visit my writings and get them on TikTok so TikTok can threaten to remove all my content and keep me on a low vibrational frequency like all these other apps do… 

It’s a re-post, so if you want to read the poem, you gotta click that little hyperlink above ✌️

Also, I’m sorry for my terrible behavior in the blogging community, I was full of fucking big Pharma and suicidal

Now I’m dying young and homicidal and suicidal

But I’m working closely with my therapist 👀


Death is the answer (poetry)

Complicated lessons for a demigod
Good or evil
I know you are
Push my button
You did it far
All forgiven
It’s not that broad

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Me: so if I like jump from a building I’m gonna die

Them: you die in the real world, you die in the Matrix

Me: so death is the answer to the question of life

DUH 🙄

Do you know what it’s like to be shot up with the Mark of the beast, nearly dying over and over, crawling around in the dark, and God saving your life

DO YOU

You don’t know what superpowers are growing inside

You don’t get to flag me and put me on a funny farm oh no

“She died doing what she loved”

Yeah, fighting for humanity and God

I’m gonna die in battle

I’m gonna burn it all down

*sips coffee*

But God got me on bedrest

I smell the enemy everywhere and I’ve gone insane

Long long gone insane

I know these dwellings well

Just ask Edgar, he’s here all the time

The streets are cracked with his lines

If there’s an alien invasion or a second coming, the establishment are behind it so you need to settle fucking down goddamn

Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one awake

A living nightmare

And I don’t drink alcohol and I don’t get into the things that once would sustain me

I can’t stand the propaganda!!!!!

I’m hyper-focused on land & my own T3 arsenal

Not to go crazy homicidal

To prepare for an alien invasion or second coming

Insert whatever propaganda you want

For me it’s just humans without morals or ethics, possibly even clones

And no, I would not kill my clones, I’d free myself

This establishment should be very scared of who I’m capable of becoming

The Great Becoming

If only I could get off bedrest…

Warriors need an incredible amount of nurturing and soul care when healing from such wounds of transgression

Big Pharma went after my mind (through the VA system and advertising)

The Devil went after my heart and lungs

(anyone else experiencing WordPress crashes, effing espionage)

Be careful with your diets

People are dropping dead

They have weakened us

Our government has been compromised

You don’t need a piece of paper to govern you

You know what’s right and wrong

People are starving and having difficulty accessing food for various reasons

There are different forms of love

Everything is suffering and needs compassion and light

It’s okay to protect your energy from the darkness

Many are lost

It’s not our job to save them

Don’t let the devil through your door

Tell him to get the fuck out if he gets inside

He must obey commands!

Words are spells

Spelling

English is the language of the Illuminati and the Devil

One language, one currency, one government, one world order

JUST SAY NO to the uprising

I’m sorry if you have lost your children, pray for them!

Many of these demons know that they lost already and they know that you have light and energy and they want to take you down with them!!!

I lost my sister to the singularity

I’ve dropped many family and friends!

I’m sorry!

I’m trying to live life as clean and naturally as I can

Entertainment is junk! It’s all sexualized garbage!!!

Wake up!!! Stop supporting this insanity!

I wanna see the rich cry 😭

They don’t know suffering!!!!!!

Stay in the light!

I have to get ready for my video connect doctors appointment so I need to go now!!

Working closely with my doctors to get better!

xx