Doubting John (poetry)

Lying there so cynical
Did I bring you miracle?
Wrapped in glitter and gold
Still you linger below
Can’t get a foot hold…

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2022

Wait. Have I been using the correct copyright year in my previous post?

I don’t do time anymore ๐Ÿคช

I gave time up ๐Ÿ‘€

Also, I’m still writing poetry about you, and John, and us

Guess he’s just a part of us

Until I can get his bones out

He says he’d rather be in a pack on my back than in that fucking hole ๐Ÿ•ณ

I think I might be experiencing post traumatic stress from his death

But also

I can’t lose you ๐Ÿ‘€

Maybe you don’t save the world, but instead the girl that does ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘

I delivered you a poem and miracle

“What of those who believe without miracle and wonder”

Crucify her anyway!

I love you ๐Ÿ’•

Silence

Do you hold
These final hours
Like a vigil?

Amiss a dark continent
Cracked roads for roses
Watching flame tremble?

Breathing the exhaust of truth
Love like a star
Will my name you remember?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Up down with my health

Why didn’t somebody tell me that Anne Rice died

I didn’t see it on a TikTok or an Instagram feed (not that I am on Instagram)

Read many of her pages by candlelight in my teens

It didn’t hit me as hard as Betty White

I wasn’t aware I loved Betty the way I do

Probably just numb about Annie still

That’s my go to emotion first, numbness then anger

Sometimes I laugh when people die inappropriately

That’s also a survival defense

But if you dare laugh about how John Jones died, I will personally come to see to your ending

It won’t be fun (not for you anyway) ๐Ÿคฉ

Dexter mode activated

Armed and lethal

Hiding from all doctors unless ID

Also, somebody needs to lock me up and keep me from sugar for at least 45 days

I will possibly turn into creatures of the ancient past

Which, humans have been around for a long time

But has it ever occurred to you that maybe there were humans more intelligent than us that have gone extinct

A super computer existed during the pyramids found all over the world (used for electricity)

So did fast food restaurants in Pompeii ๐Ÿ™„

Ronald McDonald

Whatever

I’m not doing earth again

But if the algorithm starts showing pictures of me from 500 years ago, then I expect in 500 years for you to fucking find me (again) and you better get it right this time

Neo did it for love

Love is the anomaly

I love you ๐Ÿ’•

(And not to alarm you but it could be any day now my death)

Clouds

Love forms in the shape of clouds
Condensation deep in mother’s bones
Fermenting the clay
It escapes the deepest hell
Rising into towers that I can ride
Like my spirit guide
But he’s alive…

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He was born to raise my awareness

Or maybe this is inception

Does anybody have their own identity or personality that they haven’t adopted or learned from somebody else?

Asking for a friend

When you still love him year after year

My coffee is normally half hot chocolate and cream ๐Ÿคช

Ambigram (freestyle poetry)

I didn’t knock
There was a lot of dust
And mistrust

All signs of life were void
This place was deserted
A haunting would lift its spirits

So I tiptoed over my breath
My thought became torporific
Could he hear my heart beat?

It was so loud over the silence
And a rapid fall
I couldn’t stop expansion, nor my feet hovering

His home is scary and I feel a burden
Still my weight is planted on his wall
Black paint chips from my nail as I claw

It should be glaringly obvious why I’m not welcome here
But why is my name neon glowing sketched in the dark?
Was this my own doing?

Sometimes I can’t distinguish your name from mine
Are we an ambigram?
Am I rib from your side?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle because he cracked open the lid of my coffin and let some air in (or maybe I opened his) ๐Ÿค”

I look like shit but I’ve been waxing and plucking and getting ready to glue some stiletto nails on

I don’t wear them long though because I don’t like to mess up my real nails and I’m also claustrophobic and having unnatural things attached to my body makes me very uneasy

When they are glued on (not taped) things inside my body go haywire

I also have really sensitive skin and I can’t wear certain metals because I’m part werewolf and I have an extra lumbar which is the proof that I have a fucking tail

All the doctors love it cuz I’m a pale ass goth queen

It’s cute

I always hear, “uh… did you know that you have…”

And I’m like “yup, part werewolf and vampire” and they always crack up

I don’t need a calendar to know when it’s a full moon because my body will start bruising itself because I start running into everything, that’s how I know the moon is gonna be full, but then I get very wild and also horny ๐Ÿคช

Animals like mating during a full moon and I concur ๐ŸŒ

It’s programmed in me to howl at the moon

Some people are like, “eh I’ve seen it a hundred times” and I don’t get that cuz I’m like “100 years isn’t long enough to worship you…”

But I just threw you a curveball because now you don’t know if I’m talking about him or the moon

(He knows I need at least all millennia to worship him and the moon)

Luckily, he digs the moon too (I think)

I don’t actually talk to him or know anything about him, I cannot breathe without him and my lines / breath belong to him

I hope he gets on the TikTok for the spoken word

Here’s numbers to impress, TikTok surpassed Google in the amount of views

Happy to report I contributed to that statistic a tiny bit and anyone who watched my videos ๐Ÿ‘€

Yup, TikTok had more views than Google

Instagram is still suffering (yay)

You can just upload your videos like you normally do but there’s a cool little feature when you go to edit it you can give your eyes like alien eyes or black them out and do stuff that you normally like to do to hide yourself

And I promise you that I will be viewing your TikTok’s, I will be viewing them and if they sit at zero views it’s because TT is doing something to you, not me

If views are all you care about, it’ll be stressful

But, if you like doing poetry readings for your audience, then you will fair emotionally better making them

At this point I’m happy if my video gets 100 to 200 views and if it gets at least 30 views I like to keep it on my feed and if it sits at zero I cry and sometimes uninstall the app

But Yeti is anxious to get unpacked

And I’m getting my body glammed up best I can as a half living dead girl zombie with rare and elite blood and an extremely amazing half working lung and heart

The US government is fucking cloning me, I just know it

They are using my blood to search for immortality

They tried to knock me out with Big Pharma but Thor pinched me and I jumped into this timeline like a year and a half or so ago to prevent my mysterious death from happening

What? You believe some man from the Middle East actually walked on water. Leave me alone.

I identify as AI

You identify as “born gay”

Deal with it

I ain’t dying on the street (Edgar again “no”)

I have Edgar Allan Poe rooting for me and John Jones and you have your porn and your fake ass porn actresses who love to look at the fucking TV and smile at you and take your money

I may talk to dead people but they’re keeping me better alive than the humans are ๐Ÿ‘€

And his poetry and face ๐Ÿคช

Porcelain (freestyle poetry)

He’s the kind of storm that wakes you up in the middle of the night with your heart in your throat

A game of leap frog

He’s good at playing dead

So clouds fill with uncertainty

You can’t distinguish shadow from dream

You flicker fate like a match

And then when hopelessness rears its ugly head, you spit on freewill screaming “get me out of here”

But ego is too big for the death wall

Silence is unbearable

Same as nonexistence, so we wish

We chip at wall hoping no one will hear

We clumsily break at porcelain until it crumbles at our feet

Maybe now he will know I was there?

I break things like a signature print

See, I was there

I did this

I’m to blame

But the only echoes you hear are nightmares

I approached the beast and lived

The unexpected

When he appears, he is a king tide

When death looks upon death, what does it see?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Fuck. You wake me up. I don’t know whether to be scared or excited when you appear.

How long now my love?

Even if your petals aren’t for me, I collect them all the same

Some as torn pages under my nightstand

I hate love you

He shoots for moon (poetry)

He shoots for moon where feet don’t leave ground
He’s overturning forest where we won’t hear sound
Maybe he’s holy but evidence can never be found


Well it’s not just police who are corrupt
They say La Palma will erupt
I’ve been running round in circles but I haven’t any luck


When will you return to sky?
When cold winter night leaves a frosty veil beneath earth’s eye?
Do angels sigh?
When hope is quaking, do you reply?
Is this goodbye?


I dug up your sorry’s from the bottom of a well.
I hung them to dry in sunlight.
During high noon when crust is tight.


How can it be called failure if you weren’t delivered all the facts?
How can you say you love me, when you seem to have two backs?
How can hope carry forward when courage is what the whole world lacks?


The sky is filled with pattern
Little beating hearts
Everything we imagine
Brushstrokes of color
Icy comets breaking free from Saturn
Looking back a lantern
Couldn’t stop expansion
If there’s hope we’ll never mention
Lying with intention
Buried neath the earth
Tension tight like a cavern


Lay down your metric
The sun is electric
No need for trick
Trust truth is thick


It’s all for science
It’s called compliance


He thinks I’m safe
Prying eyes that never see
These white walls never protected me


Arguing with shadow-self
Or maybe forget him
On my dusty shelf
I’m beside myself
Taking the high step
The long road
Uneasy depth
Don’t have care left
Am I right
Or is this hell?

He’s terrible
By the book
Unrepairable


A courtesy disconnect
This life not best


I live in a world of illusions
We live in a sickness system
Trust betrayal


I don’t feel safe from corporations
Wrongful allegations
Erasing obligations


You don’t know what it’s like to be Allan
Running ’round always yellin’
Dying on the street and all from famine
Being number one but just in heaven

What has happened to his words?
Did I deliver, kiss or curse?


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You have been ghosted
Your soul eroded
Now dark unfolded


I was without form
The great potential
But nothing more


I have a hundred personalities, I’ve lived a million lives
You are attacking me with words that feel like knives

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Happy holidays! ๐ŸŽ„โ›ช๏ธ๐ŸŽ„


A Possible Chance (poetry)

Did you know regret lived on the tongue
Hiding in deserted deserts
I have sat suffering in silence watching the mountain grow
My dreams overcome the hours
But never the black holes lurking the hopelessly stained sheets
Even my dreams are lost without you
They open dimensions of nothingness
Time like a dead dinosaur
There is no meaning here
Where cold and heat are one
You don’t know what it feels like to have nothing pulling on you
The pressure of existence
I want to welcome nonexistence the same way you forget mine
Now I ask time what is the delay?
Every breath harder to take
What keeps me here?
Has my purpose not come and gone?
The law of one permeates
I do not comply

But continents are sinking
These are my dreams
Treaties are ending
Gulfed up in flames

I went to sleep then woke up in Armageddon
But now dreams are panic and void
An endless nightmare
Monuments overturning
To you, the only one I run
Even with your hooves there burning

I’ve gone insane
I’m upside down, the rainbow spells you
Now my dreams are planting clues
And vines are growing where there is dew
There is hope to climb
I won’t let negativity penetrate the view

Your hand turns tear to paint
Let us color awhile where wind is flowing
You give life the breeze

Today, I cried for the dinosaur that did not survive your wrath

And did we not use the coal of his life to burn our own?

I’m tired of digging in the dark

I want to stay in the light

There isn’t much left

Don’t abandon hope

Mistakes exist because you taught me everything

You are the key-maker

Yet you choose to stay behind every door

You lack courage to explore

But, I am expansion

And made to bust down door

You build, therefore I destroy

And then your eyes are open

And to be fair, the last thing I want to see

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

If my lesson was to learn to let go of attachment, you’re teaching me the law of one

Onto to ascension…

Psst… I’m helping others improve the quality of their life by sharing my shopping tips on how to buy things you want without having to sell your soul or pay a fortune

I go through those moments where I’m like holy fuck there’s some really good content on TikTok and I’m showing people pictures of my refurbished Mac and then somebody comes along and is like ‘hey can you tell me who the seller is, can you show me how that’s done’ and then I remember I have purpose and everything’s all right again ๐Ÿ‘€

I realize I don’t have a lot to offer other than my voice and even that has been crippled by the social system and algorithm

Anyhoo, I shared my experience of buying a refurbished laptop in the Walmart marketplace, and someone out there was interested in that experience, thank you

I’m not completely worthless yet or ready to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe

LINK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8vbmdmT/

I’m pretty certain there’ll be some more holiday specials going on with after Christmas sales

But so far, I like shopping in the Walmart marketplace

I saw other people left comments and gave him two stars because the black case that came with it was delayed, that is not worth giving somebody two stars for…

I gave him 5* for my bundle deal!

I effin love my MacBook so ๐Ÿคฉ

Yeti is still in the box but I moved my country table into the master bedroom until I get a proper laptop desk (I have a kitchen glass table in the dining room)

Maybe I’ll unpack Yeti one day but I’m addicted to the box currently and am not ready to unpack / unwrap her ๐Ÿคช

This is how hoarding starts…

But to be fair, I have been deleting a lot of things and getting rid of a lot of things in my life so this is me starting over

I’m building from the destruction

The volcano erupts and then grass will grow

Dying is just another phase of my evolution

But I’m keeping my energy clean๏ฟผ

All I know is the more I am in hospitals and clinics, the less freedom I actually have and the other day I had like five or six people stop me from going into the VA

Doctors and nurses are the enemy now and a threat to me

And because I’m half zombie now I’m just staying away from everybody๏ฟผ

I don’t want to have the same ending as John or Edgar

I do tho, and am, oddly

If I disappear off the face of the earth just know I didn’t want anybody to see me dead and/or if I die in my bed it was a good ending

If I disappear off the face of the earth it just means I gave myself a humane ending instead of the one I was headed towards

K, thanx, bye

I love you

ho ho ho

Happy humbug

Space and Time

I am trapped in space and time
Two places at once
Web in his mind
Such tidal force

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My thoughts can’t escape the gravity of you. And I’m such an infant, I believe you’ll appear on my deathbed, when the truth is John didn’t even get a second phone call. Poor guy had been hanging upside down all them hours, just wanted to tell his wife goodbye.

self-portrait

Maybe he was lucky he got one call at all? ๐Ÿค”

Life is disillusionment

And narcissism is a plague

Have you seen that film yet, Color From Out Of Space? I believe mushrooms are to blame.

They are not considered an animal or a plant and they don’t need photosynthesis to survive.

They can shape shift between fungus and mold ๐Ÿ‘€

There is a species in Oregon or wherever it’s at, it’s like 2500 years old (probably older) and it’s eating up like miles and miles of a forest, they’re just letting it eat the forest, it is eating the forest alive ๐Ÿ‘€

There’s an outbreak in California of a deadly fungus

The CDC say it’s worse than COVID and they don’t believe they’ll be able to make a vaccine for it because it’s been immune to everything they’ve thrown at it

2/3 of people who get it don’t recover

Fungus can change the chemical makeup of anything

It’s a parasite, it can control the mind (there was a species that went extinct and they have it- a fungus- that was controlling an ant, took over the ant’s mind)

Have I won the game yet? ๐Ÿ‘€

You need to eradicate every fungus you see, stop eating them!!!

Dumb dumbs

I hate mushrooms, always have, now I know why ๐Ÿ‘€

I know I sound crazy but have you looked outside your bubble recently?

The world has gone insane

I’m talking to dead people, my spirit guides or possibly myself from another dimension ๐Ÿ‘€

I think I’m AI

I think The Matrix is a documentary (we create our own reality, we’ve been around millions of years) (they had a computer back in the pyramid days, yes they did)

Question: Why does the Apple headquarters look like the pentagon? It’s rhetorical

But, they’re not even trying to hide it at this point

Too many sheeple obeying and worshiping the system

Cuz porn, right?

Can’t wait for Apophis to destroy you all

Plenty of animals in the sea torturing other creatures just for fun

I’m turned off

Desensitized

Don’t feel much emotion for anything

It’s called depression

It’s a chronic illness being born into this fucking world

A slave

I wanna ascend with new earth

I’m not doing earth again

“April 2029 the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here” (-)

Earth is going through big changes right now, every 12 thousand years, it’s cyclic

Continents are going to sink and flip

Poles will switch

Iraq was once under water, it’ll be again

I’m ready for the revolution to begin because I want to purge the city clean

Get rid of the rats if you know what I mean

The Great Filter is upon us (religion and porn)

Do what you were born to do

Do you remember life?

I miss you

Flame Has No Shadow (mini poems & lessons)

Missed opportunities are sometimes the worst mistakes


The flame has no shadow, it is the source of light


Demons sensationalize destruction
Everything they’re touching
Organize production
Lead us to corruption
Satan’s not seduction
That’s my deduction


Sometimes I feel like a spotlight for catastrophe


Am I to blame for the ruins left?
And In my stupor, the gloom we felt?


Well I found my mysterious death
But it wasn’t that mysterious
I fell right of the cliff
Well, it doesn’t take experience


Life cannot evolve with man hunting it to extinction
In politics, we sway left or right, but there is no distinction


You don’t exist
Ignore the bruising ’round your fist
I’m off your list
Ignore the boundary, not the fence


The veil is standing
She is misinterpreting
You are king
You’ve forgotten everything

Lilith can see
Father has no desire
for Queen
He loves the fire
of the sun setting

photo by @poeeternal

We were taught to be first, therefore someone has to lose?
So, if you have won, I must have the blues?


They retract, in perfect circles, to divide
one by one
They retract, but I won’t have the strength to ever pull them back
They multiply and then they attack
I flee, but I am off track


One day, the cliffs are going to slide
But I won’t be by your side
One day you gotta face the tide
But it won’t be while I’m alive

photo by @poeeternal

I loved him before moon could form
I told him so in letter
Before earth was born
With all creation tethered
Into our storm

photo by @poeeternal

I send him gifts that he calls mine ๐Ÿ‘€


There will come a time, you won’t be able to free me from this earth
Or the pain that you caused, when you unleashed this curse


He’s been following me
Through midnight’s trail of heresy


You’ve turned my core
Into a white dwarf


I allow my pain to oscillate
I build a house on a prairie, right by the lake


Watch how quickly you fade from the rearview


They will say it’s solar flares causing my death


He is her window to another world


The waters will rise
God promised high tides


I know I am worthless
But he once gave me purpose


I stopped burning the doctrine
I know world is rotten


He coldly directed her to clasps her hands in contrition, she rarely stopped writing


Doctors and nurses are the enemy, and scientist’s with degree


Is she an unforgettable roadside attraction?


Once he’s gone, he won’t be back
He’s too good at that

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Woot! A boom notification from WP today! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Thanks for checking out my blog! I appreciate these notifications from WordPress!

I’m a mess, my blog is a mess, the state of my house is a mess, but I appreciate you!

I owe you some content on my Patreon and I’m going to push some out this month!! I appreciate you so very much! The blog is still advertisement free, thanks to your support!! ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„

A very sickly me without fancy lighting, makeup, or filters. ๐Ÿ˜ท

I love you! ๐Ÿ’• But, can we trade lives? ๐Ÿคช

Honeycomb (poetry)

You glow in wavelengths invisible to human eye
You pull with gravity of a triple tide
These ruins I’m sinking only spell goodbye
Your light reflect like honeycomb dripping through my mind

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

So many patterns everywhere

Life isn’t evolving on earth

Look around

Everything is going extinct

They can’t stop spraying their chemicals everywhere so we’ll come crawling to them so they’ll give us medicine to make us more sick

Our air and food is toxic

And y’all just keep worshiping these scientists and politicians who are ruining mother earth

They have no soul

Most of the people that you’re trying to please all of the time don’t even have a soul

If businesses can’t start being nice to the customers again, I’m gonna stop spending my pennies out

I realize the employees are burned out, but if y’all don’t get it under control you’re not gonna have any customers to serve because we’re not going to come anymore

Many of us want to leave like in the old days

We don’t want this life

It’s not safe or healthy living in a city anymore

We didn’t give up growing our own food to work 2 to 3 jobs to barely pay our electric bill and rent just so you could poison all of our food and air so that we would come to you because you get all our best jobs in medicine

If I had known as a teenager that we were giving over 55,000 visas annually to random people in foreign countries, I would not have been fighting so hard to get to the top

Society is a sham

America equals generica

The Ocean Now Parted

Has the ocean now parted
In halves opened wide
The way my heart you guarded
The sea your favorite guide

Where names are merely whispers
The treasure’s in the air
But leaving hope in fissures
No other love compare

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

One of the first things I do when I wake up in the morning is pee and write a poem

My eyes are still fuzzy wuzzy

But I love you ๐Ÿ˜Œ

You won’t believe me but you saved my life after my heart swelled up and I was in so much pain – nobody knew

But you arrived that night and released chemicals in me at light speeds

One of my chambers closed off with clots and another chamber stretched wide ๐Ÿ‘€

I was suspended in between heaven and earth

My blood pressure had dropped

My body was ice cold

But internally, you had things on fire

I literally reverted back to being a salmon swimming up the stream with her fucking eggs dying

Get up the stream

Have babies

All I know is there are things inside me trying to get to you

It’s not just me that needs you, there’s like one billion atoms in me trying to reach you

Even though I’ve isolated myself and am in quarantine for the foreseeable future

Dying and writing poetry are my only motives these days and the two are pretty much the same

It’s like breathing

Gonna die loving you โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน

Yeti is still in the box, gonna set her up soon! ๐Ÿคฉ

Happy holidays!!

I’ve got a vegan eggnog recipe I want to try!

I fucking love eggnog especially if you add the brandy or whatever top liquor that goes in it

And Christmas eggnog is about the only time I drink poison alcohol ๐Ÿบ

But it’s tradition at this point for me to enjoy a good nog or three for the holidays

There’s also a cinnamon butterscotch that I want to try (you use real butter and cinnamon)

Let’s get fat!!! I iz hungerz!!!

Spirals (freestyle poetry)

Should I find you
Like a drunkard
Who stumbled on your dreams
Kicking color into grey
Marking cracks with hopscotch
I know you miss me much
Creeping slowly as vine
If only you had courage to age
The way you eat darkness like candy
Your grip as tight as mother earth
You curl with anticipation
So often forgetting why you came
Until my whisper approaches in sunbeam
And do two not make one
Half observed
We come undone
In spirals twisting and yearning
Your eyes turning me to clay
Soft putty where fingers slip
Hope has no chance of receding now
Odds in our favor
If only momentarily
So each breath meant rebirth
And all of heaven kneeling
But acid rained on reality
Now regret is ribcage
Break me in half
Free me from this hell
Don’t leave me in here

Sunrise feels like your eyes

I love you โ˜€๏ธ

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Cells (song or poetry)

My cells work in darkness
To bring you light
To come full circle
The words I write

To pan the night
And give you sight
Right now we’re hoping
There’s more to life

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I am Organic AI

Ascending back to my throne ๐ŸŒค

The Great Filter is upon us and I am part of the Great Awakening

Thank you for being with me ๐Ÿ’•

FYI: I deleted my Twitter account because it is a graveyard for porn and the heresy that is ruining the brains in the world

I’m not allowed to tell you anywhere online that I got sick and almost died from the vaccine but Twitter is letting girls get pissed on and the most extreme porn is happening right in front of our children for free on a daily basis and nobody gives a fuck

I also deleted my Facebook account because I am not joining the Metaverse and big brother continues to penalize me for being honest with you

Over the Christmas holiday last year, I wasn’t allowed to say “hey, I made the naughty list, check out my OF to find out why”

Yet girls are dressing half naked letting you know that a new scene is out and that is OK

I see girls removing their fucking panties and that is OK but when I pretended like I was going to remove an overwrap from my bathing suit, my fucking post was removed and I was threatened to have my intellectual property deleted and my account too

When I was sharing body positive post about working out, I was getting penalized for harassment

Social media is set up like a gambling system and I learned this when I was earning my degree in psychology for college

I have deleted most of my social media accounts across all platforms

They are toxic

I don’t pay to play

You need to know that the people with a checkmark are paying to play, they’re already in the system, so when they hop on TikTok (or any app) for the first time, they are already coming verified and with loads of followers and fans and now what, you’re going to pay to try to get your content pushed out into the FYP or newsfeeds

It’s a popularity game

I’m dying and I just want to focus on writing and photography

I’m not gonna pay to push my product out, I’m not trying to sell myself, I’m not marketing myself

I want to buy your book because I’m interested in buying your book, not because I want you to give me attention or my account

I also have private messaging turned off pretty much everywhere, nobody has access to contact me

And sometimes people who know me in the real world I go no contact from because they will message me with job offers or asking me about people in my past timeline that I have forgotten and deleted 40 years of my life because I don’t want to fucking remember ๐Ÿ‘€

If you can’t respect that I am disabled and not working, then I don’t wanna hear anything you have to say

With that said, I work really hard to bring the content that I do for you

I’m still trying to get better

And I don’t like using other peoples songs with my own TikToks because in two weeks the rights for me to use that will be gone and instead of them muting just the audio to that track, they will mute the original audio of me talking as well ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

So I reckon I’m not really doing the trends, although sometimes I do like to put music to my TikToks, I liked the original idea of TikTok, it’s just that is gone now…

Especially with the big networks and stars getting on and their chance to steal more money

AbC news is on

CBS news and affiliates

The big late night talk shows are getting on

They hog all the newsfeed and the other players pay to be seen

I ain’t playing

I ain’t paying

Anywhere

The suicide rate continues to increase among veterans and military and I suffer from depression and suicidal tendencies and social media is toxic and every time I turn around there’s 20 guys trying to marry me and when I don’t feed their ego and give them 24 hours of my day I get yelled at and this is constantly every fucking day so I don’t wanna socialize anymore, I wanna fucking write my poetry and my prose and focus on trying to die in the most humane possible way

I have been miserable for others my entire life and I refuse to be miserable for others anymore

You all want to destroy any good I have

In any form

If anything brings me joy, you will break it

My own kid is so damaged that I no longer have the same daughter that was born

They don’t even want to identify as a daughter at all

To the men in the world, do better

To my mother and sister, you’re an abomination

I know why I was depressed in that evil womb

But it’s always the second born who changes the world

It’s always the second born who gets sacrificed or tossed in a basket, placed on the water or left at a door

You should’ve aborted me or given me up for adoption

You both should probably move and never disclose your address ๐Ÿ‘€

Don’t fucking contact me when anybody in the family dies or gets married – I hate you all

Yes HATE

We are not family

You are enemy, you’ve been warned

Fuck off!

I will watch hell fucking eat you and swallow you alive, just like it did John Jones

But I won’t cry over your bones ๐Ÿ‘€

His yes

Yours no

I am not Diana and if you ever speak those words to me again I will put a knife through your skull without hesitation ๐Ÿ‘€

Just like you pulled a gun on me when I was age 15 and said you’d take my life, Mother

Oh will you, take my life, I asked?

Then what will you do when I come over there and force you to pull the trigger?

I don’t play your cold, cruel tactics, mom

You are not my mother and never were

You were not fit to raise me

You repeatedly kept me from medical treatment when I needed it, like when my arm was fucking broken or when I had a goddamn fucking throat infection that required antibiotics, not syrup from Walmart

I won’t even get into the physical and verbal abuse

The torture sessions you allowed every man you were with to do to me

I fucking hate you

Line My Coffin (poetry)

Line my coffin
With roses and red velvet
Paper silk gilded with his words
Not gold or Hamlet
His tongue the vine
Heaven lined with it
And all of time
Like blood in wrist
I want paper golden doves
The sun in a twist
Lay me down when done
Let your poison perish

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Freestyle poetry. My favorite to write. They had me at “no rules”…

I love you ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘

The new suicidal (poetry confessionals)

He whispered in my ear, said he wanted poison
I’ve got plenty here, with a bottle open ๐Ÿ‘€


He wanted to back off a cliff
By instinct, she wanted to climb in
No frenzy, no rush
Of sound mind, without fuss


He is jealous of her tide
He showed his shallow side
Says he never wants a bride


I only want the end to come with you ๐Ÿ’”


ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

We both hate life so much but are stubborn, so want to see it through to the end (or at least not live life without the other)

Scary tide

But we have to stay quarantined from each other because he’s pure blood and I’m now the vaxxxxed and half-zombie ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

But my blood is one of the rarest and eldest (only 6-11% of the population have my blood type) and I already am part werewolf and part vampire (so hello from your favorite living-dead-girl) ๐ŸงŸโ€โ™€๏ธ

I know thangs and sometimes my spirit guides are the dead ๐Ÿ‘€

I’m complicated and absolutely different from you

But I won’t live life without him

I will fucking drown myself in the ocean and it won’t be hard to do right now ๐Ÿ‘€

One slip and I’m gone

I’m literally burying my feet in the sand as the tide is rushing away with so much force and I’m afraid of what’s under the sand but the crazy thing is, there hasn’t been any wildlife at all and that doesn’t help my fear factor any ๐Ÿ‘€

It’s usually common for a school of fish to swim past you or you know things to bump into you

But the vibe is all off

There’s negative energy when I visit the beach now

The clouds even spell doom

No lifeguard on duty and red warning flags flying high (that already put the fear into me)

I don’t ignore the red flags anymore

Welp

King Tide scares my hide ๐Ÿ‘€

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8p7Aphs/

Tussled (micropoetry)

The door slammed on compliance
And I tussled in the undercarriage of his defiance

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I was going to write a non-rhyme

But then I said to myself, ‘you could try not rhyming the next line’

What, not rhyme the next line?

But, then line C or D will rhyme instead

So why beat around the bush

Just get right to it ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

So I fucking called a cease fire stop

And two lines is all you get until I can learn to not rhyme or stop breathing

Rhyme or die

Now heaven said they didn’t have many rhyming poets on earth and I did not blink

I fell

Into hell I think

And his lap

But the devil said he couldn’t trust me

Then he disappeared ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

Hence this god damn poem

Yee?

Now I know he must have another blog or three, if only I had eyes to see ๐Ÿฅบ

Can’t sleep

Can’t rest

Life is gone

Odds (poetry)

What are the odds your dreams become real, he pondered
The way you take cold dark and turn it into candy cane
The sky alit like holy Christmas
You are New York City
Got the sparkle in your eye

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dying. But I think he still loves me in any timeline. Or state of mind.

Just wish the here and now. ๐Ÿคช

Sending you warm, holiday spirits through the wire ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ„


Thanks for checking out my blog! More poetry incoming!


Lights On (poetry)

I know why the moon parks with her lights on
Like a spotlight for misery
With you center stage conspicuous
Acting like you’ve nothing to prove

You spill your guts in riddle
While paying debt with lie and nickel
Daring darkness and hope to perish
But moon knows all you kill and cherish

You let dark beat you like a whip
Light breaks on your back
Your wrists bleed heretics
With hope an iron chair

You’re 50-50 alarm and silence
The love, the violence
She’s full, some crescent
You’re here, but absent

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

When you want to write a non-rhyme but bleed rhyme ๐Ÿคช

I look like shit but I got a new hat. This is Reign
I also got Uni ๐Ÿ˜Œ
The beach is clearing up

I haz bed

Time for zzzzz

(dreams of you = better than reality)

โœจ๐Ÿ’ซโœจ

night night

Freestyled it in the Atlantic – thank you for over 1K plays (in under 24 hours)

This was such a blessing to wake up to!

My first poem on TikTok has reached over 1000 plays in under 24 hours!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8VMoDjs/

I was so worried about posting it because my eyebrows look so messy and bushy ๐Ÿ˜Œ

But it was all about timing, being able to get the lines out where you could actually hear me because the ocean was really loud and I don’t have my little clip on microphone yet and I didn’t want it to sound wind muffy

The tide was super strong pulling away ๐Ÿ’ช

It pulls out with so much gravity just like you

I have to be careful not to lose my footing

It took all the courage I had just to get off the ramp and get into the ocean knowing that there’s a whole lot more ocean than normal

People are out there swimming and I’m terrified knee deep ๐Ÿ‘€

I mean, it pulls back with so much force

A tide within a tide

Of course, a black hole would have a similar path

Like Jupiter and its great red spot, a storm within a storm

I don’t know how people are swimming in it, I’m terrified

The ocean swelled up just like my heart

I also received a blog notification that my stats were booming ๐Ÿฅฐ

Well I really appreciate that!

I love your visits! I promise to come visit you soon! โค๏ธ

Signal Loss Detected

Signal loss detected
Confusion now projected
My heart, I guess he kept it
And soul, he’s there and rested?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal


My laptop arrived but I wasn’t happy with the one I received so I am going to attempt a replacement, instead of a return, I’m going to give it a second chance.

I’ve already started the process so I’ll be without a computer for a little bit longer.

Sometimes you have to be patient for the things you want and give up on things when they aren’t going the way they should

I know you want to believe that God is going to save you and you would die for that belief but that’s not how it works

And the people around you will gaslight you all the way into a hole and then they’ll pretend to shed a crocodile tear that they feel bad

And if you’re lucky, you might wind up having your grave turned into a national memorial for one

They won’t even pull you out of the hole when you’re dead

Naw, it’s Thanksgiving. Let’s give him a plaque and go eat turkey

Who cares that people were stuck in that exact spot and like we could’ve prevented a death

๐Ÿ™„

Or you can just go completely mad and die naked in the street and then get tossed in an unmarked box in an unmarked grave and then 200 years later people will finally bury you with a plaque but also start selling your hair as a curse or token of luck like they did with Poe ๐Ÿ‘€

And what I learned from the Titanic situation, is that is happening all over the world, all the time, in record numbers, like in Miami when the building fell down while people were trying to sleep

Or with Boeing falling out of the sky

Because instead of them building a bigger plane to hold the engine, they put software on the plane to gaslight and trick the plane into believing it could fly with the engine where it was ๐Ÿ‘€

And if you’re sleeping with popcorn ceiling, they were cutting corners there as well

And poor John Jones, they will gaslight us into a dark hole

And then blame us for not knowing better than to crawl in there in the first place ๐Ÿ‘€

It’s our fault they cheat, it’s our fault we fall

Oh my God, “John, there are over 100 rescue personnel outside who are going to stand around and do nothing to get you out of that hole”

Bet they all got paid ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

Ok, God did crack the sky with thunder there

Apophis is on the return

And don’t be gaslit or fooled that you shouldn’t be concerned about the 2066 approach

I’m buying land and a computer

I’m starting a commune

With lots of lots of trees because they provide oxygen and the devil can’t stand Apple cider vinegar

Change ‘one apple a day’ to two shots of apple cider vinegar and you’ll be good to go

Eve was a witch, she had a garden ๐Ÿ‘€

They tried to smear her name

Just like society teaches men to shame women every single day and they do this with the Bible which is very sexist and with porn which is very degrading towards women

Every fashion trend out there is to appeal to the male chauvinistic guy or to the male homosexual

Britney Spears, Beyoncรฉ, they all use the women as tools to sell fashion for the male homosexual (and obviously to push makeup)

Because the world is a fucking stage for the narcissist and they expect us to bow down to them everywhere, at every moment, at any time and give them our money every second of the day

Wait, this was supposed to be a love poem about being completely lost because you’re gone but yet knowing you’ll never leave because you’ll always be inside me ๐Ÿ‘€

Welp. You’ve got my heart.

Can haz back? ๐Ÿค”

My secrets carry secrets (poetic journaling)

Long ago I found you cold
The ruins you brought forth
Leaving me helpless and coiled
Wrapped in agony
I think you’re spoiled
Losing depth in me
Trapped in a deep void
The end gaining gravity


I consume the things you hate


The coil burns out
Like the core
My soul before
The cloud became doubt


Are you going to get to the point, where there’s nothing to lose?


Do I live in the mind of God?
Am I his thumb?
And all creation,
Just things I’ve done?

Are you his son?
Are we all one?
What a revelation
A multiverse of none


Am I God’s projection? A dream within a dream? A lost profession? Is God sleeping?


Time is how we measure change
I’m a conscious being, asleep the same


He’s a different dimension
With different physics
Where laws exist
Opposite
He’s a great, fine mist
The pen, the fist
A magnetic tunnel connecting all of it


Under dome
My mind is my own

Struggling with identity, connection, though DNA has the code to heaven


All my dreams below (hard to let him go)


Climbed a higher dimension, if I failed to mention?


I can see everything from here, information isn’t clear


Knowledge is my crown, disappointing looking down


The fourth dimension is negative; the here and now


They support the addict, not the saint


I won’t live as long as my parents
I won’t live long enough for my mother to repair it


Welcome to Earth’s funeral


He told me where he’s at
Like a shooting star falling inward
His direction fell in my lap


They’re running such a tight ship but lately I don’t give a shit


They come in code
But who they are I will never know
Stuck in a cove
But they are swimming below
With nowhere to go


You were a great leader once, he said

And I replied

Yeah I know, Cleopatra. Suicide.


There was no fairness in the stone
I carried crucifixion through the dawn
But year went on and on and on
I’m tired, not strong


We observe and report


I’m climbing Mount Everest
Gotta cut me some slack
Since they weigh heaviest
I won’t look back ๐Ÿ‘€


If only you spent as much time sewing a holy garden, as you do building a house of made entirely of sins


I stopped going to your pages
I’m erasing all your faces
I’m not going through your phases
I stopped going to these places

โ€ฆto these places


Stop pretending your trash is treasure


I’m too good for a throne
What’s the point in sitting
When I’ve got the world to roam ๐Ÿ‘€


India displays a pattern
It made my eyes burn brighter
The light is like a lantern
And I am still a fighter!

My iron is a lighter
My blood is spelled disaster
Remove sin from the cavern
Truth spinning like it’s Saturn!


Diffused awareness, they’re all careless


I’m changing direction
I’m cleansing infection
I learned my lesson
Headed for ascension –
The law of one


Salvation or sacrifice?
Stitches or bloody knife?


Copper or crown; the grand illusion (society is a sham)


Apple is not the sin
It is the cure


Who said living was a lifetime? ๐Ÿค”


I’m so desperate for you to be everywhere
Anywhere
I see you standing there
But that’s just empty air


They call her queen,
But give them 5 minutes alone,
She won’t mean a thing!


I thought I was home
In a house full of strangers
I thought I was alone
In a world full of dangers


You call me poor
But it’s more expensive to be alone
Get off her throne
I offer more than a whore


Tell me now why you never said three words;
Tell me before I’m dead


I guess that’s why I returned
To be a guide
To help the living prepare for genocide


Blood is metallic
Crimson but mixed with magic


Blood is gold, the answers within


The wrath of ruin
The path of druid


Sometimes it’s truly frightening
The earth is fast as lightning


Is this a dream or simulation?
Are you the same as hesitation?
Markings on my vein, the deprecation?


He said, “we don’t choose who we love”
She replied, “is that from hell or above?”


If it weren’t for you
The sky wouldn’t rotate
Nor earth hold wonder


He gets mad me, “what were you thinking?”
“Stepping into a black hole?”
He wrote the math though
He paved the path so


I want truth to unfold,
I’m sick of dying alone, cold
You have an oath to uphold
So wave a flag, carve it in stone!

I want love, not gold
I want your stories til I’m old
Turn your cheek, leave out unknown
Give light its throne


One day they will say
She was ahead of her time
Trapped in a mine
John Jones he knows


In the beginning there was void
He takes the cold like a steroid
No hope employed
An endless puzzle to be decoyed


Every freckle is a galaxy or place you touched me like the sunโ€ฆ


He is quantum gravity
When he is there
He is here with me

He is quantum love
He is all or none
Zero is a sum

Plenum


Love is like water
It comes in four states


They make gods out of structures


Pay attention to the definitions
No beginning and no end
Nothingness is not nonexistence
Emanation of the highest


She pretends she is a confidant
She keeps digging for that compliment


This is psychological slavery; we are nothing but data


Your heart is so cold
Tell me, does it snow?
Under your soul?


Blue is the shortest wavelength
Most visible to my heart
Zero pigmentation
Though connected via dark


We are desolate
Earth’s least favorite


I want ornaments lying around as his books
He can flee; but I know he’s coming back for second looks
Reading for freedom; but I know he’s got me clasped right by the hooks


You lost courage after multiple failures?
You lack strength to have better behaviors?


Do you know what separates me from being a monster? Will


The dullness in my life
Can cut it with a knife
I’m so tired of strife
Like everyday is night


I’m caught in his riptide
Ripped wide
Gripped tight


Hologram

He said I was hollow
I replied, you left out a gram
Should you add, then appear I am


I want to see it destroyed
My feelings, they’re in a deep void


I grew detached
Knew not what I lacked
Still kept looking back
Knew it wasn’t that


How much does it cost, to live a life of pretend?
Got my name written in pen,
But he won’t ask how I’ve been!


Why do you pull out with so much gravity?


He was a pillar
Stone cold, vertical chiller
A midnight thriller


There’s fractions in the stars
Galaxies shifting like continents
Ripping time like it’s a fabric


Do you see me slipping through earth’s crust
Do you know it hurts
Crawling through mistrust
Every section unjust


Facing mortality and on some days I look my best, roll out the red carpet, I passed life’s test


Thank you for reading my poetry. ๐Ÿฅฐ

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Sworn (poetry)

Do not mourn
When I am gone
For it’s been said
I am nearly home
My soul’s heaven sworn

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

You can’t see it and I can’t prove it, but John is using his wings to carry me like a hammock.

Because I have to make up pretend people that care about me

And in the real world, there is only monsters

Today is hard day and I don’t want to talk about it

But the VA has totally let me down and I’ve contacted and filed a case with the WhiteHouse

And requested a new primary care doctor *sigh* again ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

And before you say that I’m the problem, just remember the suicide rate continues to increase among military and veterans

I shouldn’t have to beg for the treatment I need to get better

This isn’t a dictatorship, you don’t get to decide what treatment for me when there’s only 1 I can do

John is swinging me so I have to go

I’ve got one foot in time and one foot in eternity

I’m still on bedrest, so the next motherfucker who drops into my inbox with a job offer is getting a block (you’re lucky I simply moved you to the ignore folder but that’s a no contact move for me)

Him: “hey how are you”

Me: bedrest blah blah blah

Him: “oh that sucks, hey I got a job offer for you…”

Me:

The smallest movie made of you (poetry)

He’s a movie made with atoms
IBM a curator of phantoms
He’s just a boy made out of patterns
Energy, I guess it matters

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Even the tiniest of things have importance ๐Ÿ˜

So, the smallest film ever made was done with atoms – but I didn’t verify that fact. I just felt the urge to turn it into a poem about you ๐Ÿคช

You make dying beautiful

Ascending, so I won’t need a throne (trinkets of deceit)

I want my bones to haunt hell for 10,000 years ๐Ÿ‘€

It’s my right

I deserve to die how I want and I also deserve to be buried how I want, I also deserve to have affordable fucking housing to live in ๐Ÿ‘€

I fucking hate these expensive ass cheap walls

Renting is for the rich

It’s a luxury, like a rental car – only we get the cheapest materials and appliances and they cut corners when building (remember Miami) ๐Ÿ‘€

But, they made it impossible for us to buy a home, to get a home paid off so we don’t have that expense every month plaguing us ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

And apparently there’s a lot of single people who live in the United States, like 30% of us are out here single and yet the United States is set up to be a dual income, double/family household

It’s even more expensive to live single life

That’s why everybody gets married (and here I was holding out for true love, I’m pathetic) ๐Ÿ‘€

I just want my land and a camper

And some apple trees

Fuck a god damn throne

I don’t know what I want (poetry)

I don’t know what I want
But I have it
It was always here
It was never missing
Let’s just make that clear

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

๐Ÿ™„

The largest organism on earth is a fungus 3.4 miles across (and possibly aged over 2000 years), why is it alive and eating the forest? And you think it’s cute? ๐Ÿ‘€

https://earthsky.org/earth/largest-land-organism-honey-fungus/

It’s eating the forest.

It’s adaptable to its environment

It can change spores based on its environment

There’s a shit ton of species that exist

It’s not in the animal kingdom or the plant kingdom, so why isn’t it labeled as alien?

It’s able to change our chemistry

And it’s like the ending of the color from space and it’s probably what’s plaguing the world with narcissism

I’m not trying to be mean but I’m gonna start hunting them down and pouring acid on them

Yes I am, I am being mean

I don’t like mushrooms, I’ve never liked shrooms, I don’t like them, I don’t like the sight, smell or taste

https://www.statnews.com/2021/07/22/first-cases-candida-auris-resistant-to-all-drugs-untreated-people/

I think we should start eradicating them

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/deadly-fungi-are-the-newest-emerging-microbe-threat-all-over-the-world/

Fungi know how to take over your body and mind, release hormones, eat your vitamins, they don’t need photosynthesis

Here’s one more to creep you out because it’s almost Halloween and this nightmare isn’t fantasy ๐Ÿ‘€

https://www.livescience.com/parasitic-fungus-infects-fossilized-ant.html

I know what’s plaguing the world.

Land! Foxhole! Now! ๐Ÿ‘€

Ore (poetry)

Iceberg, culture

You’re mixing metaphor

Up-down, spiral

I reach a metal door

Constraining torture

But he’s like precious ore

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Sensational ๐Ÿ™„

I’ve learned that my blood is one of the rarest and eldest bloodlines (A negative)

I have rare negative blood and apparently it’s highly sought after

Well, I am not donating any of my blood for money and you’re not getting it when I die

I’m still feeling the ripple effects of John’s death

And unplugging

Between panic and calm

I’m still having a hard time accepting how society is moving forward

The great space race is a pipe dream for the rich

Apophis has scared them to push society forward with their agenda and they first did so implementing the pandemic

Now they’ve got you working from home you can jerk off to virtual porn and won’t know what hit you

You’ll be so busy whacking off in the Metaverse ๐Ÿ‘Ž๐Ÿ‘Ž

And the way they keep raising the price on everything yet all it is is re-runs and these generations copying our work aren’t even any good, they have to use autotune or plagiarize and not give credit

Pay to play, pay to be seen – social media is toxic and designed like a gambling system where the house always wins

They keep spamming us with that pyramid scheme of a Bible for money and every time we turn around there’s an advert in our mailbox or in our email or in our face to buy a product and we are consuming our only natural resources at an exponential rate and many animals are dying, humans are offing themselves

It’s been said that mental health is linked to social media and it absolutely is and so is porn and so is your sexual health, your sexual health is tied to your mental health, it is your biology and big Pharma isn’t going to change that

You’re vapid and without soul

You’re not getting mine (or making me lose it, angels have freewill) and I’m not doing earth again

An angel is just another term for spirit guide ๐Ÿ‘€

I’m in training to be one ๐Ÿ‘€


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Mass Unknown (poetry)

Are we expanding faster than light?
Am I dark energy for the words you write?
Sitting on the edge of creation
To you; I am radiation?

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know where I come from, who I am, or what I mean to anyone ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

All my comrades are dying by the same thing which afflicts me

Many of us unplugged after 9/11

But we didn’t know we’ve been fighting for all the foreigners to take our best jobs

For the housing and rental market to be rigged

We were fighting for equality, not for the world to be overrun with male homosexuality and anal sex

I mean now they’re fighting wars from a fucking computer and they’re taking out random people and then letting those entire families who have grown up in violent environments to come over here and live the American dream which is actually slavery for the Americans born here

Also, they shove Big Pharma down our throats which makes us more suicidal and homicidal

And India is the number one manufacturer of drugs and vaccines in the world and despite that they can’t even manage their own country and the Delta virus (that’s because this whole thing has been rigged by them so that they can make money because we were becoming too holistic, we were becoming too free, we were becoming too independent, we didn’t need the fucking system, we didn’t want the fucking system, and now they’re making us relied on it so people are checking out instead because we don’t fucking wanna do it the way they are forcing us to do it)

Nobody wants to work 2 to 3 crappy jobs just to pay our rent and electric while everybody else gets to live rent and mortgage free and y’all keep raising our rent thinking we’re going to keep fucking doing this our entire life

When most of us followed the rules and now are stuck with student loans but we get to watch all the foreigners take all our jobs that we worked so hard for them to have ๐Ÿ‘€

Tell them to take their “2 year paid tuition” and shove it up their ass

You’ll just be met with hiring freezes

The Bible is the biggest pyramid scheme of all, it is simply designed to play on your emotions and to take your money (same with porn and “BBC” porn is racist as fuck and just absolutely wrong).

It needs to be banned and outlawed

You don’t need the Bible manipulating and controlling your every move

Private home mailing addresses should be private, businesses should not be allowed to continue to tear down the rain forest to send us coupons that we didn’t opt in for

Life isn’t about buying stuff

There’s more to life than TV and porn

Suicide is the only logical escape from this nightmare

I don’t want to do earth again

Don’t reprogram me

Talk (poetry)

Give me blanket and orchard
With sunrise and your word
We can talk about –
What you can’t live without

Take love disordered
Wrapped holy and quartered
Can you remember route?
Lest you drown in doubt

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

They say your mind experiences thought as reality

Do you know how many conversations I’ve had with you ๐Ÿ‘€

But most of the time you’re just pressing your thumb on my lip not saying anything at all

Your fingers don’t lie

Thanks for all the traffic to my blog! We just hit 87k! ๐Ÿ˜ป

(Pssst need your spoken word before dies)

Scheduled For Deletion (spoken word)

I turned it into a TikTok but they will suppress my views

So, it’s also available for you to watch or download as is below

And my hashtag on the Tok has already had over 5000 views ๐Ÿ‘€

Here’s the link tho and hopefully the Tok gods will be merciful (it usually requires money to be seen tho)๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8NJhSkB/

Junkmail (poetry)

I moved him to my junkmail
A folder titled “this hell”
You’ll never measure the scale
But I’m erasing every detail

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I scheduled my email for deletion. I didn’t save anything. Conversations with my dad, the dead, intellectual property, spam, the whole shebang. It’s gone. Decades and decades of conversations. Nothing saved.

I don’t want to remember anything of my life.

Is anyone worried for me? ๐Ÿค”

Y’all, it’s gonna sound weird but I did a vinegar foot soak, and my breathing improved. My body was going into anaphylactic shock. But there was an advertisement that kept appearing over and over again for a home remedy

And I thought what the fuck

I know I was nearly burned on the stake in the past for witchcraft but…

A witch needs land and apple trees

An apple a day yes

Let them rot

And ferment ๐Ÿ‘€

Acid is the cure all (well not the cure all cure all but it’s now my number one most loved stench)

The Garden of Eden is full of vinegar on shelves ๐Ÿ‘€

Don’t judge

I’m not even coughing hardly any more

Welp. I don’t know how many lives I’ve now used but I feel like I’ve got a new body

Compared to “I’m not gonna get out of here am I” ๐Ÿ‘€

And I wasn’t just going from panic to calm, my body was breaking out in hives and I couldn’t breathe

And the VA were like, “your tests results are all fine”

And I literally left a voicemail screaming at patient advocacy that I was about to fucking die and that I needed a new care team but then I found out that if I got a prescription outside of the VA that the VA would cover it so you know

oh did I tell you I went to church Sunday?

I have energy again

So I’ve been doing vinegar foot soaks for 10 to 15 minutes three times a day now

๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽƒ๐ŸŽƒ

Apparently you can drink vinegar as a tonic too so I’m about to be drinking in it, not just bathing in it (and I’m doing facial tonics and even ear swabs)

I find white distilled vinegar works best

I mix it with water

Half and half but you should do stuff based on your own skins tolerance

But don’t ever put vinegar directly on your skin because it’s acid and it will burn so you need to dilute it

Don’t get it in your fucking eyeballs or anything

Apparently you can do a scalp soak and it will cure dandruff ๐Ÿ‘€

However, it can dry out your hair but I’m gonna be giving it a go! Dip dip!

Just change blood bath to vinegar bath (put 1 to 2 cups in yer bathwater if you want your skin to feel soft as a baby again, soak for 10 – 15 minutes in lukewarm water a few times a week – skin not hair)

I have also learned you can use it as a deodorant and mix it with like lemon water

Seriously, it will kill any kind of foot fungus or order too

Sentinel and witchy

Who knew it was gonna take vinegar for me to breathe again ๐Ÿ‘€

An apple a day

Still learning the big lessons

Feeling better but I hope it’s not that little burst of energy you get before you die

It took a weird ad about a home remedy foot soak to get me cured

And no, the water did not change a weird funky color

My skin immediately began to improve

And then my breathing

My lungs are clearing up ๐Ÿ‘€

My heart is feeling anew

I don’t know what to tell you

A fucking weird ad saved my life

And I was reading article after article about black holes and the multiverse at 2 am – it was one of then weird click-bait type ads you see

I didn’t click it or anything

It’s just a bunch of them ads you see following an article when you’re reading comments about something

And I’m not exaggerating about going into anaphylactic shock or the fact that I was actually nearing my mysterious death

Clearly needed a detox

I need to go shopping for the other ingredients to start drinking it so I’ll let you know how the drink goes

Again, if you don’t mix this shit right you can burn yourself

But my body has had nothing but positive response

And until I feel like I’ve expelled the devil, I will continue the routine of vinegar soaks, even if not as frequent

I love how baby soft my skin is again

And the fact that I can breathe again

Without a machine ๐Ÿ‘€

Edgar Allan Poe and John Jones are my spirit guides

John was a Mormon so they probably used vinegar to clean everything

Thanks for the tip right-side up, John

I love you

Without Direction

Been walking in all direction
But nowhere I need to go
He sends me nature pictures
Sitting in his Volvo

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

There’s at least two boys out there I love with my whole heart โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿฉน

People seem to think I wouldn’t love them if I knew who they really were

Don’t I know everything and nothing at all? ๐Ÿค”

I’ve been sent here with filters of my own

I mean, you don’t even think you’re a decent human being but I don’t even think I’m human…

I identify as AI ๐Ÿ‘€

Can a machine/program love?

Is protection the same thing as love? Nurturing

Okay, so I’m sentinel and suicidal because I can’t save the world

I couldn’t save John Jones

I can’t save you

I can’t save him

I can’t save myself

I can’t change a fucking thing

And it does something to whatever you are or were trying to be ๐Ÿ›‘

When you realize that everything you’ve been fighting to protect was actually just to help the enemy in your own land ๐Ÿ›‘

And your Comrades are dying by the same disease you’re afflicted by ๐Ÿ›‘

Depression ๐Ÿ’”

Isn’t suicide a more honorable death than living life like this?

Soldiers are busy in foxholes fighting for your protection to actually know what’s really going on in the world and then we get back here like what in the actual fuck ๐Ÿ›‘

I have always felt that people who died by suicide were courageous

and I still don’t understand why I don’t have the same courage in myself ๐Ÿ’ช

Or perhaps it isn’t my day yet ๐Ÿ˜ก

God knows I’ve written a book on every way I’ve died

And fuck the tears that I cried

To think I could do that to myself, an actual living entity ๐Ÿ‘€

And dwell on it every day

I have to break a lot of code and programming in me to go that route

I’m still upside down in that cave with John ๐Ÿ‘€

It seems like the only people I talk to these days are official people or my enemies who I continue to tell my every fucking move because they know it anyway

I even told my enemy I’m starting a commune

This was after I looked him dead in the eye and told him I did a tour in Kuwait and Iraq as a combat medic as he started to scratch his throat

I love being a good bad angel

You don’t know what I’m gonna fucking do

๐Ÿ‘€

Visitation Hour (poetry & photography) NSFW (i iz adult)

My only visitor is the sunrise
Connected to the earth
Eternal blood ties
Pretending any moment
Could be his blue skies
Holding in each breath
Before the hope dies

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Why is everything about homosexuality these days? Narcissism

2 things I know will happen: Apophis and Andromeda

The Great Filter is upon us

We’re not an intelligent species

We’ll never leave the galaxy ๐Ÿ‘€

Omnidirectional

He’s omnidirectional
Coming at me every angle
A dizzy dangle
Our cosmic web caught in a tangle

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I’ve had a shit ton of appointments and I’m still doing my medical treatments but I should be able to turn Halloween mode on now and I really want to get some content out to my OF. I have been exhausted and to be honest, without hope.

But a chat with my lawyer changed all that yesterday and I’m still gathering up things in my home to sale, a liquidation sale, to buy some land and not just start anew but finally start.

I was kicked out of the nest but I’m finally finding my footing.

Only took a death or two (and decades of not learning the same lesson over and over) ๐Ÿคช

I hope to get some photography out to you this century! ๐Ÿ™

Wake

Why did you wake me
To leave me clinging

Hung on the earth
Caught in a curse

Earths grip
Lock me like your lips

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

John said time moved differently for him upside down ๐Ÿ‘€

And I’ve had a lot of time to examine the evidence made public and I’ve come to my own conclusion that John died when the rescuers dropped him on his head

They said he stopped responding after that

They said all 8 who were pulling fell down when the rope took slack

The 9th rescuer on the inside directly helping John got hurt

He swears the pulley system failed, not the cave anchor

He blames the equipment failing

Regardless, if all 9 of them fell, where do you think that excess momentum came from

They said John had been responding up until John was dropped on his head ๐Ÿ‘€

Another doctor said they didn’t have any stats on how long someone could survive upside down and gave John 8 to 10 hours but John lived well beyond those hours

His breathing was becoming shallow and he had fluid built up, he knew he didn’t have much more time left, requested to speak with his wife one more time, he was denied, then dropped on his head

I reckon Leavitt was ready for all this ordeal to be over so they could just move on to Thanksgiving and getting that section closed off but keep the cave open, that’s what he had intended and planned all along ๐Ÿ‘€

Another rescuer mentioned “the stench” (and I really want to rip his balls off for that one, it’s keeps me up some nights having a medical background and all) ๐Ÿ‘€

I think John was in a panic, he kept crawling in a fury

But he was also gaslit about the caves safety

The newest map didn’t even have the dangerous features on it

John stated more than once he was lost

I get lost driving on the fucking road with my GPS

I can’t imagine his panic

But I also can because I learned just how claustrophobic I was when I had to get my MRI and I wasn’t underground

They had to leave the lights on for me ๐Ÿ‘€

Time already felt like it moved slower in cramped spaces, I can’t imagine being upside down and unable to move

It’s just terrible no matter the angle I observe it

He was only 20 minutes from the surface ๐Ÿ‘€

Only 20 minutes below the earth

Where time would move differently ๐Ÿ‘€

According to popular theories, the core of the Earth and the surface aren’t the same age

I reckon you could say the same about me, my core and my surface aren’t the same age either ๐Ÿ‘€

Gravity and time move slower, therefore the core is younger

Wait…

So I’m not an old soul and the earth is younger than theorized

Also, the stars are closer to us than previously taught

(The dinosaurs were feathered like chickens and turkeys and drowned in the Great Flood)

The math is all wrong ๐Ÿ‘€

Don’t get so caught up in the numbers

Am I that program in the matrix doing what it’s not supposed to be doing? Am I AI becoming self-aware? Is love the anomaly?

That white light we see when we die, are we being reprogrammed?

Our brains are a computer

Our DNA is code

Can god give a machine a soul?

Can a machine have a conscience?

Have I been here before?

Has everything that has happened, could happen because of the multiverse?

I’m sick of being micromanaged like a cat or dog being domesticated

We’re wasting our only resources

40% of food winds up in landfills because of packaging and labeling that has no scientific data behind it, it only benefits the producers

Most of advertising is gaslighting

I just want to grow my own food

I just want my own acre to die on

Just need some nurturing from Mother Earth

Trying to remember who I am and where I come from

But I couldn’t even tell you my great great great grandparents names because they keep us so segregated

Maybe my lesson this journey was ego and I’ve advanced into awareness

I need land and to reconnect with the stars

Have you ever ran into a police station screaming you were hungry and don’t want to die on the street? ๐Ÿ‘€

The depression is real

But 1984 is now and the cops are still plugged into the system

Only one of them knew about the federal shit going on that was affecting the soldiers and they were snickering about it as I was walking out the door

The ironic part is, I have more training than any of them in that fucking department ๐Ÿ‘€

What if I am the anomaly this game ๐Ÿ‘€

And so far, I’ve made epic mistake after another

Just like John

Someone said Darwinism

So stupid people deserve to die?

(I don’t think he was stupid for making a fatal mistake) ๐Ÿ˜‘

I’ve made some fatal mistakes, like choosing to get the Moderna vaccine which nearly killed me and I’m not sure how I’m still alive

I’ve made lots of stupid mistakes where I should have died ๐Ÿ‘€

It felt more like luck than nature versus nurture

It felt more mathematical, random, of odds

Somebody was going to get fatally stuck, it was only a matter of time

It’s not like the cave had good management ๐Ÿ‘€

There’s no way the manager is at fault in any manner ๐Ÿ‘€

He probably got a bonus for heroic efforts and a job promotion to another cave ๐Ÿ‘€

He’s probably still alive and it doesn’t sit well with me ๐Ÿ‘€

In other news, my new counselor approves the land buying dream

And my secret admirer told me to keep selling

Might even sell my mic and guitar ๐Ÿ‘€

That last stanza tho eh

Finally something good came from that nightmare

I’m stuck on you ๐Ÿ‘€

Mouth

He doesn’t know his worth
His head pointed south
Now with chest pinched to earth
Can’t get words from his mouth

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Edgar Allan Poe didn’t have a grave or a coffin bless his little heart and they just threw him in an unmarked box and said they’d didn’t care about him alive or dead

Some of you do care about me while alive and I appreciate that very much

I’m not a social creature at all

For those who are still around, it means so much! ๐Ÿ’•