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“I’m not afraid”

Are you paying for your sins
Cuz it’s all black and white where we live
Like looking at the the sky
We go places planes won’t fly

Have you sat in a room with your biggest enemy?
Did you have a chance to dine with me?

Where do you go when you plan to leave?
Will you appear in another galaxy?

Cuz’ I don’t need a crystal ball
To see the sacrifices crawl
Or flowing down the river bank
“It’ll never flood again you think”

Have you calculated costs?
Is it buried under mud and frost?
Or a thousand-hundred years
Like losing lives on lies

Cuz you ain’t never shared your bread with me
You ain’t never been to bed with me
(But I know you would’ve bled with me)

Cuz shedding sin is like shedding ghosts?
But it’s cold outside, so you’ll need your coats

I know you got an alibi
I’ve been driving 80
Flooring 100 lately
Just to hear your lie

Time is platinum
Unlike for Juliana
Sacrificed no honor
Locals cheering “she’s a goner”

But I don’t know who wins this
When every policy’s unfit
Unclear is your last text sent
Since you swore there were no fears

I saw you trembling on the mountain dear
And how they took their time on getting near
But I know they had “a lot of gear”
An ulterior motive to carry up as well

“I’m not afraid”
God is unfazed
But they will pay when they return to hell

Like a raging torrent
But whose paying for it?

Copyright © 2025 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

Want more? I’ve got a few more. Lines in me.

Don’t damn me…

What if they confirmed it was rat logs
The old data involved
But they will say “is current”
Another Data breach
Circling like a serpent

I bet that nest smells of death and decay and everything you fucking say

I embrace my bruises and scars
I embrace for impact

Do you know how to measure luminosity?
What about the loss of me?

Well I guess that’s all I got (for now)

(It’s all on pages)

(In the real world)

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Almost (freestyle poetry)

Like all of the dirt was swept under the rug
And tongue twisted lies were a shadow of smug
For the pressure of meaning was soft like a quilt
But the weight of the wrong was as heavy as guilt

And we speak in code like our lives are a riddle
But the circle of destiny is not in the middle
And try as we might the cross has been hung
But only regret can measure our tongue

Copyright © 2023 Delia Ross /@poeeternal. All rights reserved.

I almost hit like on your post 😩

By accident 😩

Weighed in at 130. The protein shakes are working.

Sorry about the weird start of the poem – like lines are missing – an incomplete idea – but this is what was flowing out and I wanted to get it down

I hope you like it

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Directions

It’s like you told the sun to stop spinning
And on these roads – there’s no beginning
For us
A roundabout
From which we’re sprinting
Doubting thus
The ending
Still acting like
We have no meaning
There’s no trust
For which we’re leaning

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Mystery seeds 1 & 2

I haven’t cleaned my windows yet I’m sorry. And now there’s dirt on the windowsill. It started raining gently so I popped open the window and said “wake up” and gave it some of my spring water. I see a tiny piece of green.

Mystery seeds growing (day 2)

Day 2. Mystery plants. Potentially edible. I don’t know what I’m growing. So I reckon fucking it up won’t be the end of the world. I’ll still think it is. But first attempt at growing something. 🙂

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Regret (poem)

I regret crawling into that cave
Claw marks where I engrave
Rage like a heatwave
Headlamp won’t light the way
I rest here today

Copyright © 2023 PoeEternal.

I don’t want wifi anymo

It’s got to go

More seeds for the dream yard

They are non GMO so I don’t have to burn them

Also scored a free book (limited supply) from the library

Unfortunately, despite NASA being a great joke, The Martian is still a favorite film (minus the gay hollywood music)

I don’t know what I’m allowed to have in life, or keep

Like why am I hoarding seeds and dreams?

And can things grow at Yellowstone? (Pro)

Will I accidentally boil myself in a hotspring? (Con)

Land near Yellowstone is cheap (pro)

But it’s also near a volcano (con) (unless maybe you’re suicidal!?!) (tbd)

Cheap land comes at a cost huh

So does visiting your old url

Fuck you

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It Mattered (poetry)

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

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

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Keys (journal entry)

I gave you keys to my trust and you broke it when I was vulnerable
Barging into the night a maniac drunken on furor
All around you the ground dishonor
You’ve been AWOL in spirit and now demand rescue
Your only form of payment sabotage

You’ve pissed all over my door
And even now the stench is more than I can handle
Full throttle now as I drop my stern
There are bodies collecting under the hull

My regrets are tiny fractions compared to your sin’s shadow
And every moment now it is growing taller: see what you’ve done
Your bridge is so far burned that galaxies are splitting dimensions

I sat in the dark void dying
How the ocean crushes you the deeper you fall
God was the only one who heard my crying
Even now, my heart beats differently

He makes me feel 1000 years old 👎👎

You should have left it fantasy. Or, at the very least, not reduced me to a working free whore.

I don’t need anyone or anything devaluing my life.

Therapy is a lot work, you’re a train wreck.

You act a child as if a prize.

You’re gonna get blocked.

Even better, a restraining order.

I had a little fun with you behind closed doors, attempting to role-play, but your intentions are clearly sinister.

I never asked you to divulge who you were, or personal details of your life, mixing fantasy with real life.

And having the audacity to treat me like trash during the worst time of my life. 👍

Yeah cool but we’re done.

You can fuck off now.

I want to work on building healthy relationships with normal human beings.

I am in intense therapy to change my bad habits and thoughts.

I don’t owe you a fucking thing.

I don’t have to tell you to never call me again because I’ll change my fucking number and address.

I’ll never make the mistake of having fun behind closed doors either.

I am not a sex worker nor have I ever taken or sent photos of me performing sex acts.

I have done nude modeling in the past, I’m not ashamed.

I HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TACKY WITH ANYONE.

You’re a disgusting individual.

Stay away from me.

I don’t need you coming into my inbox treating me like a sex object and I know you keep all your favorite porn stars number one – so get the fuck out of my life

I’m a GOOD GIRL

I’ve just fallen on some hard times and unfortunately bad people take advantage of that.

You’re two different people.

I wouldn’t even give a fuck if you knew how to treat me with an ounce of dignity and respect but you don’t even know how to treat yourself that way.

I don’t wish any harm of you.

I’m just not gonna waste my time praying you will get better.

You’re sinking my ship.

Don’t make me cut you off.

You’re crossing lines you cannot return from.

I CANNOT RETURN FROM THE DEPTHS YOU ARE PUSHING ME.

YOU MUST LET ME GO NOW

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Rising Rent (freestyle poetry)

His poetry is alcoves and passages
Backroads and damages
Wet clay
Lost messages
Disdain
Bad management
A red flag
Labeled “accident”
Atomic bomb
He’s inadequate
And the reason
For our rising rent

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Easy rhyme huh. I blame you for everything too.

I think I want another white coffee

And sleeps

It’s so nurturing

Stuff like socks and coffee

Hot baths

Sylvia Plath was right

If only she’d believed it…

But reality took down Chris Cornell and many others

I’m just barely hanging on myself

I want to be a better human person thang

Happy Friday

Does anyone wanna come help install a car part?

Please say no so that I’m closer to finding the courage to play mechanic and do it myself

I’m going back on the bedrest…

More poetry coming as long as I am breathing

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Dead End Passage

He was hung by the slope
The sun was setting on every hope
And wrapped in iron, the illusion of choice
While succumbing to slaughter, very little to rejoice

Dreams were the thread by which he hung
And surely regret saturating the tongue
And in between chaos he circled the calm
While hanging from reason, he slipped into psalm

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Tattoo his name on my heart.

John Jones RIP

And based on “the stench” comments and the fact the the cave was humid and he was sweating – leads me to believe he decomposed and his bones are laying at rest

But I want him out of that fucking cave

And I’d like to stuff Michael Leavitt in it instead 👀

Eye for an eye

(I wish I were better at things but I’ve only ever been average at most…)

I don’t understand my purpose here but it’s not India’s grand design

If you’ll excuse me, I need to go back to disassociating

Look at my ship (this is how you enter a black hole) 👀
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Ambiguous Loss

Ambiguous loss
The weight of regret
In the form of a cross
With name Juliet

Cover black with gloss
Smoking a cigarette
Boiling down to costs
Form a line to double bet

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Y’all remember when I was telling you about my vehicle getting struck by lightning and how I had my arm hanging out the window and how I was freaking out because I didn’t have any iodine and I could feel heat on that part of my arm for several days afterwards?

Well, I just figured out that is when my timeline switched!

My entire vehicle was covered in electricity, my life was flashing before my eyes at 80 miles an hour and all I could scream was “fuck”.

So yeah, timeline switch

And I was moving at 80 mph when the lightning struck and it was really loud, really loud and 1000 arms

And all my windows were down in my Jeep with my arm hanging out, I felt the heat as I was whipping my arm in 👀

Anyhoo, timeline switched 👀

Is that why you don’t love me? 👀

I thought you would love me in any galaxy or form 👀

I haz confusion 👀

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Love to Kill (everybody forgets my birthday)

You won’t move an inch if you keep standing still
You won’t reach the top from the bottom of a hill
You’ve been running in circles just to get a refill
You’ve been drinking the bottle but you got love to kill

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

It did that thang where it published into a draft 👀

Proof I’m stuck in an alternate timeline

So I know that I haven’t told you I loved you in a long time but that’s because I’ve been learning how to hate you but the love spans light-years and you can’t destroy energy 👀

I mean love, you can’t destroy love…

I love you even though you didn’t wish me a happy birthday again

Bet you never forget hers…

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Finally… (a chorus, a verse? Cadence or worse?)

Where do you come from?

On comet wings
Circling my heart?

From troubled gallows
Over forests run?

Or troubled shadows?
Where I keep my sun

Lost in the high lows
Regret can weigh a ton…

Finally somebody knows
Finally somebody knows
Finally somebody knows

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

It’s full on blues in my head. Another freestyle. Welp.

Butt is getting firm. Hair is getting long. Progress is slow is progress. Spiral out, keep going… 🙂
This ass has lived all over the world and 1984 is now.

America is becoming more and more a Hitler state and I’m stepping out of politics right now.

Stay woke

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The Great Expanse

How will you remember me when I’m 13 billion light-years from you?
Look at all the darkness I’m peering through.
Now the light is fleeing too.
The great expanse of all you do.

© Delia Ross. 2020

The pandemic is getting worse. So too my depression, hopelessness, anxiety, isolation, paranoia. Got the psyche on redial. Just gonna keep writing. Dying. Feel every fucking second like a cross.

😑

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Occlude

Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?

Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?

©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

This poem was sitting in my drafts (along with many others) I had forgotten I’d written…

Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).

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Signs

There are signs posted with moss covering
Empty bottles where the devil is recovering
Dirty feathers all around in piles cluttering
And care is a word I hear you keep uttering

There are scabs where blood is spluttering
No cover for my mouth we are discovering
Though secrets are a map I’m not uncovering
And love is the only thing left hovering

© Delia Ross. 2020

I don’t know why he hasn’t let me drown. He needs to push me to the bottom of the ocean.
Something about caring?
I iz monster. 😭 How to stop the need?

I iz bad. Past my expiration date? Losing me mind. One moment at a time.

DEPRESSION AWARENESS

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Favorite

No matter how many times I slam closed the doors of communication
He’ll be on the other side waiting
Anticipating apology and thorough aching
My overall frustration for misbehaving

His back my entire foundation
My heart his home base station
Tossing apologies in the fire for cremation
I’m his favorite creation

© Delia Ross. 2020

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He knows I’m sorry. But I don’t know if I could ever face him and say it. And if I ever did find the courage to face him again and say it, he’d just throw it away immediately.

So the good news is he didn’t block me. He still doesn’t know I exist. Like one of them soldiers standing guard for the queen. Solid as stone. Hardened? Hates me? Maybe I’m just the ghost haunting him. Oh noes, helps. *sobs* 😭😭😭

Uhm, thanks for still finding value in me even though I can be a depressed, emo, isolated little bitch, who pushes everyone away and crucifies the one I love the most.

I’m deeply sorry. But I don’t know how to say it anymore. There’s a good chance it’ll happen again but that doesn’t mean I’m not sorrys.

Got back on tbe 18+ Insta too

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Bridges To Forgiveness

If bridges were steps to forgiveness, I’d collect every tear you drop-
Pave the road with hope, and the love we brought.

If gardens grew trust, it’d be a golden crop-
And every bit of fruit we share, a taste of love we sought.

If distance was a rainbow, for your hug I’d hop-
For every moment I exist, you are in my thought.

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Cliffnote: Still apologizing to my love (and enemies) for uprooting his existence and shining my light on his darkness that he’s pulling and sucking every bit of light from me, until you won’t be able to distinguish the light from the dark as we become one, our words embedded with time.

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Act

I hope my exit is ripping through your home
Like the direction I go
Like the hope you don’t know
Like the love we won’t sew

I hope regret is chewing like a mole
How you’re never feeling whole
Now it’ll never be a goal
You have no soul

I prey bygones have dug a proper grave
And to lust you are a slave
Now you have a place to pray
God won’t listen anyway

I hope hell becomes your permanent cave
And your tears break wave after wave
Like my heart you failed to save
You’re living decay

I hope the winter solace becomes a permanent artifact
How with her you’re always shacked
How your truth is always blacked
Who I am, you’ll just retract

Lies! With the devil you are packed
And she clearly has your back
Every lie will leave a track
You’re both an act

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Rushing

Where do you go when you leave me?
Rushing with spiraling arms deceiving
Past the shallows, into the shadows receding
I feel you bleeding

Moody, violent thunderstorms in your wake
I watch lightning shatter dream into heartache
Am I all that you forsake?
Is regret the road we take?

You fill the galaxy with longing
Eternal calming
With people falling
Earth formed from fawning (and we’re still falling)

© Delia Ross. 2020

Me at 5 AM with unbrushed hair. Things get wild at night hair’s so long… (it’s all real too). ((I keep shaving the other side off)). (((I might put a razor to it again cuz I like fucking things up)))
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Void

I climbed into his void like a womb
Still I tell myself he’ll return soon
Months go by it’s just me and the moon
I guess my words did not make him swoon

I wear his absence in a darkened shroud
Repentance for mistakes not allowed
I hover over him like a cloud
I kick and scream loudly as a child

I trust all the the time he is a liar
And I don’t believe he didn’t feel my fire
There is no cure to kill this growing pyre
Well he went away but he didn’t take desire

© Delia Ross. 2020

Happy birthday me.

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Even Angels Fall

I write words for you grander than statues
And still you would tear me into
I collect rubble
I stitch together fragments of time
Your broken dreams are alive
I give them life!
And still you flew

I hold onto your dying breath like a pearl
I show it heaven too
But you are a fool

I told God you are forgetful
You know not what you do
But you knew
Breaking my wings into
Here they are for you

Wrapped and bleeding
Like echoes singing
Needless needing

They aren’t cherished in the places I go
Still I can’t let go
When I need you so

I buried my heart where you broke it
Now it can’t be found
I keep walking around
Searching underground

I have a moral code, it’s angelic
You wouldn’t get it

You keep chasing the wrong lines
I’m writing overtime
You keep committing crimes
I’m begetting rhymes

They are gifts for a halfwit

I know it’s easier for you to slumber in hell
Than chase steps to get well
Heaven’s quite a long trail
I went missing there

I hope one day to find my heart again
My eyes grow tired from what it’s seen
My feet are walking from this dream
A nightmare encasing

I’m not well, can’t you tell?
But like a comet I fell
For you

Even angels fall
Even angels crawl
I am not that tall
Underneath it all

© Delia Ross. 2020

Can you see me underneath the pain you buried me in?

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Thoughts, Ideas, Little Rhymes

There are galaxies growing full on regret with spiral arms chasing all it can get.

I should have been more careful with words
The way they hollow out the bone
And some forgive, some repent, most return the stone

His words are a ruse, perhaps a bruise, a broken home, where I still choose

He is my muse, a sun or fuse, a high with blues, regret in two’s

He’s got bullets for hands
Fingers like loaded magazines
With a mouth full of conniption
His life is nothing but fiction
And he’s all but evil in his genes

I’m so tired of carrying this cross; the weight of everything I’ve done.
These last steps have only shown loss; and coming last, the loneliness I won.

Will you remember me when I’m only dust?
When failed dreams are all but rust?
Will you remember what we discussed?
Will you keep safe my love of us?

Take your broken piece
Take my broken bits
Align them together
Broken pieces that fits

The good die
The wicked live
The faithful cry
The sinful don’t forgive

There’s only room in the world for the wicked
Trust might be earned but you won’t keep it

Shuddering since the day my eyes befell you

What are you if not the every breath I take

The sight of his lip makes me weak
The sound of his voice makes me tremble
The way the blue in his eye makes me hunger
Trip and fall under

He came stumbling in half-drunk on whiskey and regret
Any feelings he hadn’t killed them yet

His voice in a low rumble
Makes my atoms jumble
Feel them roll and stumble
How I crumble
Now I’m humble

I could listen to his voice for hours
Swallowing all eternity
He plants words in me like flowers
Growing taller is the love we need

You step out of my dream and into existence and take me for a moonlit walk
With night flowers blooming and hours still looming the Moon carefully gawks
My hands you are holding with energy flowing your lips where my kisses dock
And our shadows growing where love comes out flowing our hearts beating like clocks

I’ve got 5 grams of darkness left for sale
And an army of fears in a pale
There’s a case of worry over there
And for an upgrade you can go to hell

I can feel my face literally breaking
From the pain in my chest where my heart is still aching
Roads become regrets we are constantly taking

I wonder what color my hair is underneath all this shame

Come back my love
Where my wild winds are blowing

It’s the end of the world today
A sad parade
And marching out slowly the hope that will fade

Sometimes he hurts me just to watch the sea level rise

I have night terrors and unholy cries
My worth so little not worth goodbyes
The days might be changing but not these grey skies

But for moments lost with you
I forgot about the war

Or what I’m searching for

I open every door

Love me now
Before you can’t anymore

I’m his bird
Carefully observed
Pecking away at his every word
My hope reserved
And hell deserved
But love is here
And well preserved

@POEETERNAL

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Swim

He never told her how much she meant to him
Because she didn’t mean a thing
Love she never learned to swim
And so wound up drowning

Deeper yet she tried to wade
To kill the fire that’s burning
Heavy prices have been paid
But what he taught she isn’t learning

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Diaphanous

Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
And love is translucent but now growing stale
Maybe his kiss is the all holy grail
But if I am seen it is too hard to tell

Maybe I’ll always crumble and fail
Maybe I’ll always be hung by his nail
Maybe the truth is just written in braille
Or maybe I died and so living in hell

© Delia Ross. 2020

Did you know that Edgar Allan Poe is my favorite poet and that poetry is my first love. I’ve been writing since I was a little girl.
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His Kingdom

I once could feast on him but only from afar
There are continents that separate our hope
His smooth head has been polished by time
I long to run my fingers over his kingdom
But my feet are not wanted on his land
That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love
The moon perched on fantasy
His poems are auras in my soul
God made it so
The storms he brew in me
Where will the rain fall now?
Who will wash your feet?
The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me
An outcast for mercy
Forgiveness I cried
Gullibility my only ally
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Not since he banished hope
All welcome but you need not apply
You’re not worth my time
The moment I died

My halls are haunted now
By dreams that never came
And all the things we could have done
Are all that do remain

© Delia Ross. 2020

His poems are auras in my soul

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Blue Diamonds

Blue diamonds in the sky; his eyes
A road of traveled tales; his lies
Words flow like a swell; his tide
Waiting on hello; his stride

Moments forged for rain; his skies
Shades of blue and red; his sunrise
Secrets keep him chained; his guide
Hands of forgiveness; he tried

© Delia Ross. 2020

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And growing this ridiculous mane of mine out…
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The Picture

What kind of web have you spun
Lying about me
Look at the direction you run
Focused on poverty

The future is missing any sun
While it’s raining
Regret must weigh a ton
Love is waning

There is trust or there is none
The picture you’re painting
Always lying under gun
My eyes are straining

Why’d you let her kill our fun
She’s still in training
She’s the trophy that you won
I’m still fading

© Delia Ross. 2020

Freshly written this AM. All it takes is constant heartbreak and insomnia.

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Descend

Creature of the night and of the wind
And with his lie my heart will end
I’m just a toy made for his sin
It’s just a game I’ll never win

Long is night without a friend
Hard is trust with no begin
Hand outstretched but will not tend
Though like an angel I did descend

© Delia Ross. 2020

He collects my tears like it’s his trophy.

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Angel’s Dust

Sorry for the disturbance
I rub over like iron rust
A thick layer of heavy crust
Right over the heart if you must
These broken wings are angel’s dust

© Delia Ross. 2020

Sorry’s come with sorrow (Self cicra 2019)

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Forsaken

“Why have you forsaken me, Christopher”
Last words, slipped out from her
On the ground, her wings curled and hurt
Where you’ve been dead since your birth

She could see death dancing in his eye
But he would still tell her no goodbye
Her dark angel, had no wings to fly
He had no soul to cry

He would gather her and carry her to heaven’s gates
He’s made too many choices that came with too many mistakes
Carrying her from the steps of hell isn’t a price he celebrates
And he will walk forever if forever is what it takes

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wanted to write a short story about redemption to accompany this poem, but my keyboard is broken, it now takes 19 days to charge my tablet, and my tiny, pathetic mobile phone makes me want to start a war, helps…

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Call To Sorrow

I call to sorrow like a friend
I make him guest of honor
He is the hand I can depend
I trust him like a father

I sway with sorrow in a dance
Lost in darkness in a trance
I hate him first for not taking a chance
I hate me more for giving love in advance

© Delia Ross. 2020

I dropped spoken word of this on Tuners, listen here: https://tuners.io/tracks/14573

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The Color Of Sad

She paints her face with sorrow
Showing worry lines for tomorrow
Her lips are the color of sad
Unkissed cheeks from love she never had

Her skin taste of salt
Where her joy came to a halt
And her hand is free from fault
And it’s love she’s never taught

Her hair is made of darkness
Her heart is now a carcass
Her voice has fell to silence
And her mind is full of violence

Trouble burrowed in her mind
And she’s running out of time
If it’s love she cannot find
Her soul will be an endless decline

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Web of Shadows

The light cast a web of shadows and doubt
Losing time trying to figure it out
Forging through worry with rarely a shout
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Hardened inside with lines showing drought
Incomplete circles with no love about
Roots growing weaker with every new route
Clinging to hate though loving devout
Feeling so lonely while lost in a crowd
Busting down rules where I’m not allowed
Wishing for once I hadn’t figured it out
The trouble with eyes they come with a mouth
The problem with fate it comes with a vow
I’d gift forgiveness but I don’t know how
I’d run today but I am still bound
You’d look away but you’re still around
Looking in others what we already found
Feeling uneasy but knowing not what to do now

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Red

Struggling to put words on the page
Trying to keep the ink from turning red
Difficult finding solitude while I age
Wishing he’d free me from this dread

Difficult finding strength just to engage
Pacing around in circles since he fled
Cannot find my freedom in a cage
Does he understand a word I said

Love is free, it shouldn’t cost a wage
But like a war it turned into bloodshed
As if a play he exited from the stage
And where he goes an angel cannot tread

He avoids the truth like it is a plague
And his thoughts of me he can never shed
Just a gust of wind is all I need to enrage
Already mending pieces where I lost my head

© Delia Ross. 2019

“Drop my crutches and crawl on the floor for you / went looking behind every door for you…” (selfie circa 2007)

I did a soft reading of this on my Tuners account (free to listen, no download needed. Great app by Alex Ebert, free app to use too): https://tuners.io/tracks/13799

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That Girl

Back to where I started
Love evacuates for the broken hearted
Now assembling all the shattered pieces
Fuck forgiveness, I have a grievance

Hopeful is the day I’m laying in a plot
Worry is the love now tangled in a knot
Forgiveness is a treat and I never have that much
Love is the answer but you’ve clearly lost your touch

Rewind, fast forward, start again
All I wanted was a friend
I found myself within your world
I guess I’ll always be that girl…

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Cocoon

“Fall back! Retreat!”
My tongue is on repeat
My heart isn’t listening
It has burrowed in your sleep

“Take cover, find shelter!”
But I can handle most any weather
A simple dweller
Under a star so stellar

You can bury me but love you cannot remove
Is there anything else left to prove?
We all have lives we need to improve
My forgiveness is on the move

Clawing out of my silken cocoon
Growing over the words that you croon
Hoping for chance but loving too soon
I’ll never get over you…

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Fool’s Gold

Fool’s gold
That’s what you sold
Do you always gift your muse
A fistfuck in the heart to bruise

Poison in her chalice
Written words of malice
A traitor in your trade
Heaven now will fade

You tossed away your destiny
You systematically destroyed me
You ran headfirst into decay
You laughed as I turned away

I wish I didn’t know you were out there
Somewhere living without a care
Never once really needing my hand
That was only pretend

Stuck on a dead-end road with a killer
Reached for your hand as a healer
I would wish you well
But I am in hell

Praying now to forget your face
Begging god just to fix the ache
It’s still cold when the sun is shining
Please tell me where is the silver lining?

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Summer

Why doesn’t he care about me I wonder
Why does he fill my heart with thunder
Why does he disappear and I step with blunder
Why can’t I ever be his favorite number

Where does the sun hide when it goes under
Would he be interested in me if I were younger
Will his disease always keep him a runner
Can he crawl from his dark and squeeze into my summer

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Graveyard


This maze is full of tears where souls are mostly scarred
From dust til dawn they roam leaving sorrows for regard
Plastic and dead flowers cover most of the yard
Everywhere I turn a zombie roams this graveyard

The living dying are making final rounds
Somewhere in the distance, crying are the sounds
Sooner or later, death will come and visit the towns
Fear of the certain drag the feet with added pounds

Regrets are heavy lingering over this tomb
And forgiveness is on the tongue, I hope it visits soon
Time is of the essence and the Moon is filled with gloom
There’s a place for heaven, but it’s missing from this room

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Probability

The sky shows grey
The air smells of rain
This home is absent any memory
This mind is void of all sensory

There is moon but no champagne
Cold is remorse running in his vein
There is sound but no symphony
There is love but in its infancy

There is patience but he’ll refrain
And forgiveness he might entertain
Silence is my only company
Regret now a probability

© Delia Ross. 2019