I don't understand any of it
I don't understand any of it
I don't understand any of it
Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
Too many fucking choices
Freestyle rhyme of infinite love and longing
Do and don't of love on Tuners, listen free now
He hates me, I hate him. The end.
Love is where I'm going but it's never where I've been
A poem about spiders, or I don't know, maybe emotional manipulation. My thoughts might be creepy but tis almost Halloween! Cobwebs!
Words fire like bullets
Mirror mirror on the wall, who lies the most of them all?
This love was his to cradle
He loves us, he loves us not
Written of and dedicated to my muse, Alex Eb!
I'll take the middle of try; that's where you are.
Commitment issues are his running shoes
I love being just a number to the artist who inspire me....
Stuffs. Micropoetry mostly. Writings I hadn't intended to share. Trashy treasures.
A short story / 50 word poem *Possible trigger warning*
How many ways can I color, "I love you"?
Love makes no sense
Some micropoetry I hadn't intended to share but now I am sharing anyway because, rebel.
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
You you you
I hope he finds happiness and I'll always be there for him
Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things
I feast on his rhyme.
Errr a fantasy within a fantasy perhaps
The trials that make us grow, and the forgiveness that cocoons. Though maybe nothing special, it's one of my favorite writings yet.
Freestyle midday rhyme about depression and love
Don't take for granted the people in your life because they could be gone at any moment
A poem about triangulation. There'd be zero issues if they were "just friends". But they're not, and he doesn't love her but she's got her hooks in him anyway fully knowing she's keeping him from TRUE LOVE or any real chance of HAPPINESS
He is a man of steel that I burn for
A micropoem about regret and anger
Everyone thinks they got me figured out
If you lay down your arms, I will lay down my pride.
You can take the poetry out of love but can you take the love out of poetry. A poem about love.
A love poem that would like to be a song + a crappy snap of me
A feel good happy rhyme
It's possible he's the best antidepressant in the universe.
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
A micropoem about longing
The beauty of language it evolves but so does my love for him.
A poem about dark hearts
I hope he is happy and I hope she knows how lucky she is
I'd wait for you forever but I need you now, tomorrow, forever, in any way but this way.
An angel is a human born free of sin. An angel's decree.
Love is an illusion. Give me love or give me death.
Perhaps if I had just lied about my feelings for him he'd still be here...
Another melody from my head... No in between, you're everything
Let's carve our names in our tree! 🙂 A poem about togetherness and separation. And how badly I crave his garden. (If you're reading this, I love you if you didn't already know).
A song I am writing on my guitar! An ode to our love. Or the love we never came to have. The love that perhaps exists in an alternative universe, where we are together. I love you forever. Now we have our song.
I'm starting to believe them when they say "ignorance is bliss"... knowing things suck! This poem was written in freestyle, I like giving myself the freedom to flow. Age of reason, no doubt!!
Try my love on and wear it awhile.
The cost of mistakes, the price of reason
Some edges are sharp, some ledges are steep. (Lyrics for a song that doesn't exist. I never know if I should share my songs but I've actually had people turn my poems into songs).
They always want the young silver instead of the rare gold.
I have enough love for his entire lifespan
Small mistakes, big consequences.
I need him
dreams of you
Pride kills everything. A POEM ABOUT LETTING DOWN GUARDS
If we can't see it, we can feel it. If we see it, it changes us. We don't change it but it changes us.
the sleeping vampire has awoken
It could be a song, it really wants to be a song *hums* a micropoem or some verses LOL (it doesn't help that I strum a guitar). Oh, it's about mistakes & wrong timings and wrong people and wrong doings (or a song, maybe it's just a song to help with the healing)
(We're in hell man) - a poem about Lu
The world is living in shackles and chains. I've got a key to freedom...
Fell for you
Words flow through me 24/7
Uhm, happiness or something
a poem about trying to forget
A poem about getting what you give
Could've, Would've, Should've R-A-N (A poem)
Last call for love
If we don't take chances then who will?
Why are simple things so hard to find?
Here, here are all the pieces I've donated them to you For you to assemble and mend I've signed all official forms & releases Your package will soon be in view It's stamped and addressed to you my friend Hopefully you can teach me what peace is My heart is now yours to attend to … Continue reading Pieces
We need a dose of love or something man... A POEM
how many lies do you tell yourself when you lie awake in the bed at night? A poem.
How to kill a heart (a poem; not an actual recipe- or is it? 🤔)
We are all carrying such heavy loads. A poem about that.
Warning: Do Not Enter
A poem about rejection
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
A poem about what love isn't
I'm going to get that picture to you soon... (a freeform poem)
A POEM. About losing things you never win for placing wrong bets WITH PEOPLE and love.
A poem & a photo
Sometimes he thinks of me... (a poem)
a poem about being a number to him and to everyone
another poem about how much I hate my ex
Depression is ugly business... a poem says it's so.
I would never take the spotlight from you I will follow your shadow, I already do If you fall behind, I'll a clear path to get through No obstructions shall impede your view In your honor, I'd erect a statue That's probably something you already knew A shadow always exposes what's true Just look how … Continue reading Shadows
What you want is right before your eyes...
A poem about the effects of smiling.
a narcissist never sleeps
Nothing excites me more than you...
Some mistakes are tiny & insignificant.
A poem about sneakery and lying. Narcissism. Snakey habits.
Dark hair brown-eyed boy get to know me There are fields of gratitude to plow The crown of my joy and topic of every story With you anything I'll allow © Delia Ross. 2019
Keeping it real, yo. A poem about depression.