I’m the doubting Thomas
Chasing over novice
Doubt rains down like comets
Tell you this, I promise
© Delia Ross. 2022
Your doubts are mine
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…
© Delia Ross. 2022
Wait. Have I been using the correct copyright year in my previous post?
I don’t do time anymore 🤪
I gave time up 👀
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 🕳
I think I might be experiencing post traumatic stress from his death
But also
I can’t lose you 👀
Maybe you don’t save the world, but instead the girl that does 👁👄👁
I delivered you a poem and miracle
“What of those who believe without miracle and wonder”
Crucify her anyway!
I love you 💕
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?
© 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) 🤩
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 🙄
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 💕
(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…
© 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 🤪
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?
© 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) 🤔
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 🤪
Animals like mating during a full moon and I concur 🌝
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 👀
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 👀
And his poetry and face 🤪
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?
© 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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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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
© 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 👀
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 🤩
Maybe I’ll unpack Yeti one day but I’m addicted to the box currently and am not ready to unpack / unwrap her 🤪
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
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
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
© 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.
Maybe he was lucky he got one call at all? 🤔
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 👀
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 👀
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? 👀
You need to eradicate every fungus you see, stop eating them!!!
Dumb dumbs
I hate mushrooms, always have, now I know why 👀
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 👀
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
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
I loved him before moon could form
I told him so in letter
Before earth was born
With all creation tethered
Into our storm
I send him gifts that he calls mine 👀
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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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
© 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
© 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 😌
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 👀
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 ❤️🩹
Yeti is still in the box, gonna set her up soon! 🤩
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 🍺
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!!!
Sunriser
I tell him my world is grey
So he shows up in sunrise
With orange and yellow hue
To cover the day
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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 ☀️
© 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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I am Organic AI
Ascending back to my throne 🌤
The Great Filter is upon us and I am part of the Great Awakening
Thank you for being with me 💕
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 👀
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 👎👎
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 👀
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 👀
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 👀
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Freestyle poetry. My favorite to write. They had me at “no rules”…
I love you 👁👄👁
The new suicidal (poetry confessionals)
He whispered in my ear, said he wanted poison
I’ve got plenty here, with a bottle open 👀
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 💔
© 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)
But we have to stay quarantined from each other because he’s pure blood and I’m now the vaxxxxed and half-zombie 😩
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) 🧟♀️
I know thangs and sometimes my spirit guides are the dead 👀
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 👀
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 👀
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
I don’t ignore the red flags anymore
Welp
King Tide scares my hide 👀
Tussled (micropoetry)
The door slammed on compliance
And I tussled in the undercarriage of his defiance
© 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 😩
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 😩
Hence this god damn poem
Yee?
Now I know he must have another blog or three, if only I had eyes to see 🥺
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
© 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. 🤪
Sending you warm, holiday spirits through the wire 🎄🎄🎄
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
When you want to write a non-rhyme but bleed rhyme 🤪
I haz bed
Time for zzzzz
(dreams of you = better than reality)
✨💫✨
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 😌
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 💪
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 👀
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 🥰
Well I really appreciate that!
I love your visits! I promise to come visit you soon! ❤️
Signal Loss Detected
Signal loss detected
Confusion now projected
My heart, I guess he kept it
And soul, he’s there and rested?
© 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
🙄
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 👀
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 👀
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 👀
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 👎👎
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 👀
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, Beyoncé, 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 👀
Welp. You’ve got my heart.
Can haz back? 🤔
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 👀
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
…to 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 👀
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? 🤔
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 sun…
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. 🥰
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All hollow Eve
I don’t know why you chose to leave me
Or why you all deceive me
Got your book locked in my nightstand
That’s the nicest that I’ve been
(Just saying hi, I don’t hate you, I miss you) 😩
The fourth dimension (poetry)
The past is the prologue
I am met with dust when I return
I settle through a cold fog
Every corner cause for concern
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
You know I worship you worship her 👀
No Questions Asked
He comes no questions asked
He’s lightning just as fast
He’s midnight in a cast
He comes no questions asked
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
No questions asked
*strums guitar* 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶
Tell me where you are (poetry)
He said meet near the mount
Location never pronounced
I’m jumping timelines
There’s many to recount
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I miss you 😩
If You Were (poetry)
If you were mindful
If you were my fool
If you were mindful
If you were my fool
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
It’s a pretty cool melody in my head 🎼🎼🎼
Y’all got Halloween plans?
One Of (poetry)
I’m one of gods disciples
One of his favorite arrivals
I visit earth now in cycles
Because dying is revivals
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
“How did she die…”
“…With a pen in her hand”
All you’ll need to know… 🤪
Me: can I get a large unsweetened black tea with easy ice please
Her: Would you like that hot or cold?
Me:
Do You Notice (poetry)
Are you ever gonna make a move?
Are you too afraid to chase the moon?
Should I sit around and watch you lose?
Do you notice when you have less views?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
It’s not even 7 am and I’m writing songs about you 👀
Stay Away (poetry)
How do I stay away
When your pull is gravity
And am I not circling
Into crimson nebulae hoping
That we’ll collide one day
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
My spaceship nearing an event horizon 🙂
Sworn (poetry)
Do not mourn
When I am gone
For it’s been said
I am nearly home
My soul’s heaven sworn
© 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 👎👎
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Even the tiniest of things have importance 😍
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 🤪
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 👀
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 👀
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) 👀
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 👎👎
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) 👀
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
🙄
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? 👀
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
I think we should start eradicating them
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 👀
https://www.livescience.com/parasitic-fungus-infects-fossilized-ant.html
I know what’s plaguing the world.
Land! Foxhole! Now! 👀
Ore (poetry)
Iceberg, culture
You’re mixing metaphor
Up-down, spiral
I reach a metal door
Constraining torture
But he’s like precious ore
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Welp. Sensational 🙄
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 👎👎
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 👀
I’m in training to be one 👀
New poem just dropped on my Patreon campaign (PG): https://www.patreon.com/posts/57742345
Forgot (poetry)
Are you the center of thought?
All around you take first spot
A centralized location
Of the love you brought
Are you connected to knot?
Tied to existence
You’re the dream that I forgot?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I’m going to die loving you and there’s nothing you I can do 👀
Grapes (poetry)
Grapes cannot grow on thorn
I do not exist unless your words form
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I don’t know where I come from, who I am, or what I mean to anyone 😩
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 👀
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
They say your mind experiences thought as reality
Do you know how many conversations I’ve had with you 👀
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! 😻
(Pssst need your spoken word before dies)
Pendulum (poetry)
The trust is a swinging pendulum
It does not start or end with him
The truth is always now not then
I do have it out with them
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I’m tired of hiding from my demons. We all live on the same earth and run the same crowds. I’m sentinel. Get over it.
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 👀
Here’s the link tho and hopefully the Tok gods will be merciful (it usually requires money to be seen tho)👇👇👇
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
© 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? 🤔
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 👀
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 👀
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” 👀
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
🎃🎃🎃
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 👀
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 👀
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 👀
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 👀
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
There’s at least two boys out there I love with my whole heart ❤️🩹
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? 🤔
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 👀
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 🛑
When you realize that everything you’ve been fighting to protect was actually just to help the enemy in your own land 🛑
And your Comrades are dying by the same disease you’re afflicted by 🛑
Depression 💔
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 🛑
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 💪
Or perhaps it isn’t my day yet 😡
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 👀
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 👀
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
👀
Cross Path
You stand before me like a cross path
Idle and iron
A fierce wrath
A tight turn
For ample mass
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Why is everything about you? Even when I hate you.
The longing, the famine, the growth. The poetry, the damage, the oath.
Everything’s about you 💔
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
© 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 👀
Omnidirectional
He’s omnidirectional
Coming at me every angle
A dizzy dangle
Our cosmic web caught in a tangle
© 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) 🤪
I hope to get some photography out to you this century! 🙏
Wrath
He follows her winged path
Collecting feathers doing math
Or making errors on his map
Circled red and labeled “wrath”?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
She loves you perhaps 👀
Gray Matter
I want the gray matter
The pieces in between
I want the full platter
Your demon and your dream
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I like to write poetry, thanks for reading my blog.
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
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
John said time moved differently for him upside down 👀
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 👀
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 👀
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) 👀
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 👀
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 👀
Only 20 minutes below the earth
Where time would move differently 👀
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 👀
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 👀
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? 👀
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 👀
What if I am the anomaly this game 👀
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) 😑
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 👀
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 👀
There’s no way the manager is at fault in any manner 👀
He probably got a bonus for heroic efforts and a job promotion to another cave 👀
He’s probably still alive and it doesn’t sit well with me 👀
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 👀
That last stanza tho eh
Finally something good came from that nightmare
I’m stuck on you 👀
Mouth
He doesn’t know his worth
His head pointed south
Now with chest pinched to earth
Can’t get words from his mouth
© 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! 💕
