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The House (poetry)

Society is a gamble where the house always wins,
And when I read your poetry I always get the bends.
The world says we have free will but aren’t we born with sins?
And you and I are circling, don’t know where start begins…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

They say rhyme is a dying art, how am I doing?

I walked 2.4 miles yesterday and came home and puked. I also had a blacked out four-door pick up truck pull over randomly on the side of the road and watch me walk for 10 minutes. I was already feeling extremely vulnerable from the heat and didn’t know if I was going to make it home and then I had to put my water away – to free up my hands – for a potential kidnapping. That motherfucker got out and opened up the back door watching me – in his truck – completely blackened out.

I need to get my bike fixed. My Jeep. And move to the country. I have a certificate of eligibility from the VA and I won’t have any closing costs when I buy a home. The VA also now allow veterans to buy/purchase a Mobile home with their COE.

I’m not trying to buy a mansion or a farm. Land is still fairly accessible to buy in Florida.

You can be buried on your land in Florida. I’ve visited mobile home manufacturers – where they sale the units – and have ones you can view.

I don’t need a bunch of fancy upgrades. It’s not a pipe a dream.

My bank is already offering me small personal loans now that my credit is improving again.

Even if I don’t buy, I’d rather rent in the country.

Orlando and Daytona Beach has been overrun with thugs. And immigrants (from the Middle East who open shops and harass you while shopping).

It’s sounds mean I know, but we’re victimized. I’m tired of being silent about the blaring racism coming from people of opposite color.

Not to mention, my people are still living on reservations. I’m an outcast. They probably wouldn’t accept me.

I long for my own land and to be one with the earth, animals, nature.

Men are great at farming, herding, hunting, gathering, creating life. When they focus on purpose, rather than Satanic rituals.

I never had a father, I long for a male figure in my life.

I’m trying to cuss less, I’m just so effing angry! It seems it keeps me ground. And outta jail.

I don’t know if I’m gonna move anymore and I have an empty storage unit that’s holding my trampoline right now.

I’m going to buy the part for my ride soon and then eventually after 20 more no’s, somebody will say yes and help me fix it

I’m still detoxing with Black Walnut Wormwood and I learned to take zero breaks.

In fact, you need to do a 90 day cleanse at minimum, if you are battling a long list of shit. Everything from cancer to IBS.

I guarantee you need to deworm yourself and your entire family, probably pets too.

At this point, I am exorcising the devil out of me.

My periods went back to normal. No more agitating back pain. Minimal cramping.

My lungs are clearing out. Stopped using the Nebulizer, which I swore made me worse. Have a shit ton of medicine unused. Fuck Big Pharma. My care team did nothing but make me worse! It’s a dictatorship inside the VA and I would like to be able to pick my own primary care doctor from a list of doctors including outside of the VA. End of.

Furthermore, I’m done with traditional medicine. It’s the devil’s poison! I’m a former combat medic! Once a medic, always a medic!!! And fuck you for saying otherwise

“Your certifications are expired”.

Oh boo hoo. I’m still educated. Deal with it.

If I wasn’t so poor, I would’ve, at minimum maintained my CPR certifications that I had for over a decade (15+ years)

I’m not that old

Everyone who keeps going on about how old I am are gray or bald already so I don’t get it even the ones that are like 20 they’re fucking bald already

Like I still love you, but you put a lot of pressure on me to maintain like this youth when you yourself are letting yourself go, that’s all

Do better.

Alcohol causes early balding.

Alcohol causes women to go grey.

Look, you’re all beautiful as you are!!!

Dr. Jordan Peterson even admitted that makeup sexualizes women (anyone who wears it) and makes you look like a fucking child because that’s what babies lips look like

Yeps

Agree

And we shave too

Look, I’m not trying to crucify anybody, I’m just trying to let you learn and I do have a science degree in psychology, so I’m an expert in my field

Human nature is still very complicated

I’m still learning to be human

I’m earning my wings

Anyhoo

It’s very dangerous living here in this concrete city

I need some green

And alligator’s visiting me

But I’m clumsy and absolutely cannot fall because they will fucking get you even if they’ve been fed already

“She died doing what she loved”

I mean, that does have a better ring to it than, “she dove from the bridge”

I’d like to keep writing easy rhyme

I’m a modern poet

Life is so dangerous, I mean the sun can take you out, but so can people in black pick up trucks…

The good news is, my medicinal does free delivery and will be arriving soon 🤩

You can order weed online and get it delivered for free. And stop the lying about it costing more in the pharmacies because they always have fucking sales going on and it’s just not true…

Furthermore, you don’t have to deal with people stealing your money, not having what you want, not giving you what you paid for, being hit on, or illegally arrested

So there’s perks for getting your card, and over 71% of Florida residents voted yes for medicinal, and I was one of the voters who voted yes, and now I’m getting to reap the benefits of that, because voting does matter on a state level.

I also voted to give prior criminals the right to vote again and now I’m wondering if that was even fucking good of me

Since the criminals seem to always be fucking harassing me because they want me to live in fear

That couple definitely was not living in fear riding their bikes home from bike week to their dream home that they bought six months prior

I’m lit (not like that)

Uhm, I think God wants me to use the amenities out here I’m paying for that I’ve never used

I don’t really want to get inside the chlorinated pool, but I wouldn’t mind hanging out on the lounge chairs, utilizing the gym, or pool table

There’s a grill or two outside

I have grilling stuff but I don’t have any meat to grill and they’re not giving it out for donations anymore and there’s some sort of man-made pandemic going on with livestock

The cost of meat is beyond my means

As a reminder, I’m trying to buy a house

And get out from under renting

I’m just tired of renting and then every 12345 years having to move somewhere else because of the neighbors being unruly

Body cams exist. Door cams. Car cams. Bush cams. Window cams. Mini cams. I’m gonna fucking catch you cams. And within the budget.

Neo, if you’re out there, I could use some help.

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Stockpile (micropoetry)

Stockpile heavenly treasures
Our poetry mixed together
Blood churned with endeavors
Math cannot measure…

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

I’m made of fine lines and wrinkles; poetry and some dimples. I guess I’m simple. 😌

Describe yourself in 4 words via a poem. New trend. Go! (Tag you’re it)

*I made this writing game up so keep it going.*

I’d like to start contributing to the writing community and this is baby steps OK

Thanks for checking out my blog, liking, commenting, or following!

More easy rhyme coming! 🐣

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Hierapolis (poetry/ spoken word)

I know your address
Home of Hierapolis
Gates of Hell is my guess!

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Raw & unedited freestyle

I don’t know if I pronounced it right, and it’s the middle of the night and I’m free-styling 😌

Too tired or lazy to check the paperback dictionary I have (Google confirmed I had it misspelled but I don’t trust Google)

I want a real English dictionary

Words are spells

I wanna learn some new ones that the CDC haven’t corrupted

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Round Over (easy rhyme)

You outta put your tongue inside a goddess

You sit around and wear the devil’s harness

You outta put your tongue on what a god is

You’re a product of unprogress

© Delia Ross. 2022

If the CDC can change the dictionary meaning of what a woman is, then I can make words up and I miss doing so – let’s start a new language!

*sound cue the blues guitar*

(It’s a song in my head) 🤪

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A tongue to spit out the devil’s name (rhyming poetry)

Oh Worthless Shepherd
Don’t believe a single word
Words are just a spell or curse
Don’t belong in any herd

Oh Son of Destruction
Number one in corruption
Is it sin or seduction
Underneath what I’ve done

Oh Master of Intrigue
Teacher of fatigue
Say you don’t need me
As you lay bleeding

Oh Prince is Coming
Still first at running
Every face so cunning
Kick you out every morning

Oh Despicable Person
Only know to worsen
Hide behind a curtain
Minions every version

Oh Man of Lawlessness
No soul you do possess
Below no consciousness
You guessed I loved you less

Oh Abomination
Reduce the population
Then call it innovation
No room for variation

Oh Beast
It looks you’ve met defeat
My soul released
God has called me east

© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

…but technically this is year 6615…

Did my nails stiletto gel fantasy blue

Recommend! For eating & grooming! 😌

Also did a coconut hair mask and smell like a delicious sweet treat

Thanks for checking out my blog and I hope you enjoyed my newest poem! Trying to get my voice back.

Still detoxing and casting the devil out… 😌

I know him by name. Do you?

And how many names of the devil do you know? Drop some he goes by below or tag me in a poem! ✍️

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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)

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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

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The Poet (a poem)

Do you enjoy conjugating verbs?
Or, are you mixing up allegories, just like you’re mixing herbs?
Do you stir them in a pot with tender tendons and neurotic nerves?
Are they fossilized in lies, to see how love preserves?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Another freestyle. Maybe one of my top ten best written micropoems? 🤔

I wrote this about my muse (but I’m not allowed to have any secrets anymore).

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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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Deja vu

Familiar
In dream or filter
In scream or whisper
Deja vu his figure

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Did we meet in another timeline? Have I been here before?

Is your shadow a stranger? Why do I know you?

Looks like I’ve been here before yet I don’t know this place?

String theory, I’m connected to you 👀

Yep, believe in the multi-verse

Not the Big Bang

Got to go! Mental health appointment! Depressed!

And, I love you? 👀

I hope the other versions of me are doing better than this galaxy
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Ditch

It wasn’t luck
He found me half dead
In a ditch
Without a buck

Labeled “no one cared”
Or even worse
They never dared
And I’d gave up

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

He makes me feel like my little feet are the reason the world is spinning 🤪

Or, like a little hamster in a cage on a wheel that keeps going…

He makes me keep going…

His kisses

Incentives 👀

His visits

Break fences 👀

His kisses

Life sentence 👀

*strums guitar*

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Taunt

To the guy I’ve been taunting
Without malice intention
Mostly maybe haunting
But a name I’ll never mention

I followed his trail
Which led me straight to you
And though an obvious veil
I’m not convinced you are two

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Hello. Who are you? Do you even know I taunt you? Do you know I exist?

Why did my brain send a signal light-years fast to my heart, when I discovered you? And every picture that followed? Why did I die a million deaths too?

And now I live vicariously through you. Agonizing over every detail. Some days I’m certain you are him.

Other days, there are blaring differences that you’re not.

Do I need him to be you? His habits and obsessions too? They are the same true?

Why haven’t I let you go if I know you are not him?

How can I be so sure and uncertain?

And there’s even a third I’ve turned into him.

Or maybe one or two? 🤔

If they are all him then you are him too?

But why did I have such a strong connection to an avatar?

I guess I wanted to tell you that maybe now I realize you’re not him but I still have doubt.

Or, I can’t discard the signals?

That I had when looking at you.

Immediately.

Spotted.

But you don’t like me knowing that and neither does he.

You don’t want me to know that you like her?

But neither does he…

Then there’s the reds and the blues (and I have a head injury too).

My taunting wasn’t malice more like letting you know I was aware of your existence but I don’t even know if you know I am aware of your existence?

They all feel like one.

I’m losing my mind? 🤕

I long for you.

Or him.

The only thing I’m certain of these days is that I’m losing my mind and I don’t wanna die on the street.

And so far, fantasy beats reality.

Because reality is dying naked on the street, out me mind. Unless running into his arms.

I’m so capable of slipping into that madness.

Can I slip into you instead?

Or vice versa?

Can meet on the Moon?

Before I dies?

Do you visit my blog?

Will you even read this?

Am I even alive?

I’m shriveling up into nonexistence

I currently wrote this running a mild fever but I needed to get it out before I fucking die.

Guess I’ll still be loving you even when I’m dead.

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Winter Skies (Your Eyes)

I can’t convince me you’re not the same
Got a million questions by your name
Cousin malice never was my game
Though hovering a love I cannot explain

There is no other, to fall upon me like your winter skies, the way your presence freezes me in time

Frozen by your magnitude

Afraid that if I blink I will miss you

You are a gift from wonder

Delivered by heaven himself

Perched on the back of hope

Every dream I have is at your fingertips

That is why, I love you the most

You’d still find that first day if you were here
We fit better together at everything my dear

I don’t know how many times I opened up Pandora’s box
Shed my skin alot
Twisted and tormented are thought
I still peer inside that box

No identifying markings
Just a signal in my soul
Life outside the margins
Guess he makes me whole

This quarantine is aimless
So meet me in Vegas
Our love’s the greatest
So meet me in Vegas

What is truth?
Treasure at the bottom of an ocean
It doesn’t matter to you

He’s like the silver moon hanging low in the sky
So full but far
Attainable yet not by car

That low rumble
A deep growl from the pits of his wonder
Stretching time into a galaxy

Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Daydream

He is the softness I crave in color
The silver moon in a haze from slumber
Or how he pulls from me my wonder
And plants it in the sky as starlight named summer

He is the daisy field I want to lay
With weeping willow in the shade
He is the reason daydream comes to play
The wind is heaven in a sway

© Delia Ross. 2021

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Scene

He didn’t just set the scene this time, he rolled out the red carpet
With diamonds and roses and my heart lined in his pocket
He came with speed, into my heart, fast as a comet
Let the scripture unroll, pray to him like a prophet

© Delia Ross. 2021

I fell for your kiss, I better get it. 👀

Worship you

My new shiny leggins hath arrived, Vampy happy!! Can’t wait to get back to the booty gains!
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New

Well, maybe, with you
Every day is new
Like now, you appear as morning
Tomorrow, it will be dew

Facing the bright side, too
At new Moon
Right now, there may be darkness
But clearly there is blue

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Wow. You blow my mind.

I feel like all these moments need to be documented in scripture.

I need some lamb skin, I’ve got ink and a pen.

I feel it is my atoms popping into and out of existence and every three weeks bleeding out of me, painfully. My mind see’s eternity in you. And feels it too, puts my mind at ease. The ovaries too.

I love you.

I haven’t replaced my biology with big Pharma or plastic and I feel you through and through.

Your vibration like string theory.

Cuz it is real.

The multi-verse too.

Never once believed in the big bang theory.

The great pyramid scheme- TV, Consumerism, Money = slavery

Sorry- If there are multi-verses out there and it’s clear there’s other universes out there , I hope they’re doing a better job than we are, because we’ve been around for 6 billion years but somehow we’ve been manipulated to believe that we’ve only been around for 2000 years…

For what it’s worth- asteroid Apophis is real, and she is swing dancing with earth, she’s been here before!!!!

Saint Petey said “April 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here” and he named her Apophis (all end)

He regretted getting the Alpha and Omega tattoos tattooed on his hands one night when he was drunk but he had a bad ticker too.

My love, I love you

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Enter

He didn’t enter my residence, he crash landed
He didn’t set the scene, he just demanded
And I with holy wings unseen
Dropped with lightning to my knee

He didn’t knock, he just flew in
He smelled of all the things I loathe, I hope he comes again
How my tears befuddle beneath my feet
It took a demon to feel complete

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know what to do anyway and they all want a porn star or pro dominatrix or my hand in marriage. 👀

That’s why no one is joining my OnlyFans during its flash sale, right?

Too inexperienced, too real, too much of what you need…

*rolls eyes*

Right now , as my numbers slowly decline, I’m facing the fact that one day there won’t be anybody there at all.

But I’m glad to see that every other girl in the world is doing so good on their OF. 🦕

I’m gonna stop crying soon because I got a really cute set I want to do for my subs.

And I was afraid to even try it on because I missed an entire week of working out which is also contributing to my loathiness.

But whatever. New poem.

And new set coming soon to my OF because I wanna spoil my subs.

I mean it was just 4 days ago that I was visited by the Holy Ghost.

I’m feeling pretty inspired (ignore the self loathing woes)

It’s just my ovaries not wanting to die on the street yet.

But my mind is like, “why do you keep putting yourself through this emotional mental torture prison dieeeeeeeee”

My therapist is like “you need to stop ignoring my calls and take your prescription“.

My voice is like, “LEAVE ME ALONE, LET ME DIE”

My primary care doctor is like, “your temperature and blood pressure are really low, bed rest”

COVID vaccine is like, “rest HAHA FUCK YOU”

The love of my life (or someone) is like, “hold up, I got you” *suspends me in a dimension between heaven and earth*

And that is all entirely from just this week and it’s not even Sunday yet. 👀

And despite the fact that nobody wants to join my OnlyFans during its first 50% off flash sale (lame) – I’m only focused on getting this new set out.

Because of you, I’m not yet obsolete.

I’m not a fucking dead dinosaur. Yet.

Guys always almost always instantly put me into a “married zone” – even though they call it a friend zone- And then when they don’t get what they want from me they say, “We can’t be friends because I like you too much”.

Now days they just stop supporting you, liking your content, you know the silent treatment and the ghosting.

And it’s completely acceptable for a business to do this to you as well.

THIS IS HELL.

So when I stop crying about the fact that I’m gonna wind up dead on the street, I’ve got some color to put out.

And I’m sorry I’m not a pro dominatrix, I’m a fucking warrior poet, just like Edgar Allan Poe.

Never really heard him talking about his M16A2 assault rifle- But maybe that’s because the technology didn’t exist back then and maybe he’s a better writer because he existed in different fucking times And was in love with his actual family which I can’t stand.

He loved his family so much that they tossed him in an unmarked box in an unmarked grave.

(My family would rather gaslight you and make you believe that I am the love of their life even though I don’t even have a fucking identity)

I don’t even exist.

NarCs. 👀

Wolves in sheep clothing.

Bah

*sucks thumb*

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Hellfire

He comes in swoops
Without any foundation
While drawing hoops
Like I’m his favorite creation

He’s gathering troops
For unholy congregation
I’m gasping in loops
Can’t stop damnation

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Dragon Werewolf Abel Cain

Love eternal no matter name

Wings extend to help in reign

I haven’t got to work on my booty gains at all this week. Been working on my heart (and have been medically predisposed). But Monday, I’m gonna hit the rebounder hard. Trying not to stress out about missing days- my heart doesn’t need any more stress right now. In fact, it’s going to have to go through this shit even harder in a few weeks when I go in for round 2 of the COVID Moderna vaccine.

You can make a mess of things but I’ll be organizing it in a clutter. 😜

The good news is I got to my favorite store today and got some new spring lingerie!

Which set do you think I got?

That’s about all the energy I had to do. 🦋🦄🦋 (Part 1 of the Covid vaccine plus maybe also my BP being so low has just left me very lethargic).

I hope the new set fits! No energy to try it on yet but also not feeling the best about missing a whole week of working out! 🤢🤢🤢

🤪

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Eden

You entered me like the Holy Ghost
Took my tongue, love you the most

You left my heart in sacred prayer
I can’t see but know you’re there

You filled my hope with the holy trinity
I am Eden, come plant your seeds

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He didn’t crucify me. He baptized me! 😍

Faith is my middle name. Facts! 🤪

I know I’m not a sex goddess but you make me see the world anew.

Have you ever been with an angel before?

When my analytical brain starts playing around with my fractured broken brain, the who and the what become distorted, and I feel the tug of Sagittarius A* – but if I stay in the light, the why allows the galaxies to continue forming.

Where?

It’s just free will.

Could you imagine if in the night we looked up in the sky and there was nothing but blackness and how fucking scary it would really be BUT we’re not of this world and we are not alone.

It’s clear to see.

(I know the more primal side of your brain has been activated and mostly in use all for all of its life – because you are a slave Neo).

I am Trinity

Knock knock

(I’m that program inside the Matrix doing what it’s not supposed to be doing (that’s why big bro keeps fucking punishing me, shadowbanning me, and silencing me, but no one will believe me).

So I created a new account with posts up and I had followers and I was following people and then I would use certain keywords or hashtags and my profile would be blocked, you wouldn’t be able to find it when you searched for it…

1984 is now, I’m trying to reach you.

But the iron Berlin Walls are up everywhere.

At some point Covid vaccinations will be mandatory.

Right now they are keeping it in limited supply so that they can create demand for it (like they’re doing with the PS5).

The government creates the panic, ahem, the NWO/Illuminati/1%, then they sweep in with a cure, “you can trust us” (more blankets with chickenpox), I mean GASLIGHTING.

Now they’re fucking with my very DNA and I have to trust that this new rapidly evolving Covid virus, is not going to wipe me out because I entrusted in this new vaccine.

But alas, I am a Soldier, ahem sheeple, still in the trenches, playing my part.

And all my comrades around me are dying by the same illness that I am plagued with and I’m trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe and I guess what I’ve been trying to say all along is I love you so fucking much…

And there’s an amber alert going off right now because some kid has been kidnapped and just a few weeks ago I was almost kidnapped in broad daylight – this is one of the worst fucking towns I could’ve fucking wound up in and it’s spring break, I don’t wanna leave my fucking walls anyway so you can come- I don’t know – invade my body anytime you want for whatever purposes.

Oh and…

Your name is tattooed in my soul

It’s 8 AM and I’m still feeling aloof and I have to go get my EKG and all I wanna do is stay in the bed. I haven’t had a day to rest since you visited me.

I don’t want to exist in any realm without you.

I know I am not all you need.

Sagittarius A* pulling again

I know I am all that you need (sometimes)

Don’t let me die on the street 😑

Angel just wanna crawl in monster arm unharmed

Angel heart so very tired of fighting world

Monsters under her bed

In her head, out her window, chasing her down sidewalk, Angel say no they won’t listen, Angel say no again and they still won’t go.

Angel say yes and get the silent treatment.

Angel buy new phone and only get 50% of a charger.

Angel goddess of confusion 👀

Angel tired.

Not just in head anymore.

Doctors worried.

👀

The good news is my arm no longer feels like a freight train hit it. 👀

Angel no like pain

👀

(Angel like to give pain)

Angel warrior

👀

Tired warrior

You’re gonna give me an honorable death, aren’t you?

The world has shunned me worthless.

You’re not gonna let me die on the street like Poe?

Are you collecting every stone people throw me?

Are you giving them the stones?

Is somebody impersonating you?

Have I gone mad?

That couldn’t have been just anyone.

Could it?

Seamless

*sigh*

you you you

Through and through

Doctor: “are you currently sexually active”

Me: “ugh no, I’m never having sex again”

Doctor: “Are you planning to have children in the next 12 months“

Also Me: “yes, absolutely”

👀

*snort*

I’m ruint 😻

And I want to hear your stories until my very last breath.

I was born and then kicked out of the fucking nest before I could fly, always called a “runt” and unwanted- please don’t let me die on the street worthless and unloved

Please don’t toss me in an unmarked box

(And you’re not alive to put a roof over my head or to bring me the moon every night).

Monster has a safe place to rest in angel arm.

Angel love monster

Jesus died for sins…

Angel would die too…

For you

The rest of the world can fucking burn

Kiss me and tell me stories we’re really living outside this hellish nightmare

Make me believe I’m your favorite again

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SOS

My love,
My lines must sink from the ocean to your door?

My love,
Are you the ocean floor?

Will I always be lost among your seas?
Searching forevermore?

Like an echo lost in a valley, you’re the hope I explore.

You heard the seagulls cry?
Echoing my rhyme?
My fingers touch waters of divine.
Wave after wave, line after line.

I love you for all of time.

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know who you are or where you are. Everyone could be you. But I don’t ever wanna leave the earth, as long as you are on it.

I can’t breathe without you.

You’re like the only hope I have left in the world.

You’re like the holy fucking grail.

(I’d die for your sins)

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Code Words

Is there a secret code written
Maybe in the stars hidden?
That connects you and I?

Are there garbled words which turn a prism?
Into harvest worlds that keep us smitten?
The way your verbs connect my heart and mind

Are there paths we’ve taken still unwritten?
The way my will to you is freely given
Under cross or reign, no clearer vision
I am hung to you like holy linen

Was it God himself who became a villain?
Touching toes in hell, loving all a sinner?
I am called a whore, you’d give me your dinner?
The lesson here, I think love’s a winner?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I don’t know if I said what I was trying to say or not? It’s a messy morning freestyle. The message became more important than the rhyme.

Jesus loved a sinner best (as I love you) – if I recall correctly, he made some “whore” his equal (but the illuminati removed her from history and I’ve been trying to get ahold of her script so I could read what she had to say) .

“Let’s reinvent gods all the myths of the ages“

Stone me, love me, I’m yours. Free will.

I can handle whatever you give me.

I would die for you.

2 words we should just avoid: hello and goodbye?

Is hello so hard because of all the things I’ve done?

Would you deny me 3 times? In public? My name?

The kiss of betrayal?

Would you sell me out for money?

No, I don’t believe you or I would, but I believe that bitch you were formally with, you know the one with the red hair that I still can’t fucking stand, yeah that one, that one would definitely fucking deny you three times for money…

Even tho she acts like your number 1 stalker, I mean fan.

I still own that title per my confession on TikTok 👀

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeUC7b31/

So whatcha gonna do, crucify me cuz I love you? You already do, DAILY with the ghosting.

*waves white flag*

Surrender/ not your enemy 👣👣👣❤️👣👣👣

(I’m not her enemy either and she needs to learn how to play with others in the playground and stop being a bully. I haven’t been to her blog in a thousand fucking years. I made my apologies publicly and privately and have made my peace with my errors a long time ago.) And nothing I ever did to her justifies her trying to sabotage and take down my business.

Not to mention she was 1000% not following WordPress policy. Was I wrong to leave hateful comments on her blog? Yes. I’m a child, we know this. 👀

Erroneously reporting my content on Instagram and getting it removed out of spite and jealousy, is again, fucking wrong and illegal. Instagram continues to put it back because I am following TOS policy.

She has found a way to manipulate the system because she’s a two-faced bitch.

I know it is her or someone working for her and you’re not gonna convince me otherwise.

Every trail leads to her.

Except your new book, thank fucking god. I have seen the light.

Psycho fucking bitch

Oh sorry, still thinking out loud… 👀

I mean, it’s only been like 48 hours since she tried to take my account down again, so all is fair in the game of love and war???

👀

Checkmate? 👀

Matching tides. I adore you. 😍

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A Trail of Hopelessness (mini rhymes)

You are the cold porcelain
I keep laying in

This way to sorrow
This way to despair
This way to desolation
This way to nobody cares

Was that your shadow leaping over my dream?
What were you thinking while abandoning me?

The system is rigged everywhere
Just leave me where I fell

The world is a drainpipe
There’s not enough pills to gaslight
It’s a battlehill
And you make me ill

Was your vein not thick with poison
Blood curdled and coagulated
I pulled out every thorn
Your heart turned into a floodgate

I need 1 sun-moon cycle where I’m not disturbed
24 hours of peace preferred

How easy he would come to me
But what would he find?
Scars and bits of broken pieces
Unfiltered creases
The ugly kind?

I don’t care about your joyrides
Or do I?

What will I be known for?
How I died?
Suicide?
But never the reasons for why I cried?

Dear Mother,

You only taught me how to suffer

Didn’t I write words of worth
When you were nothing more than a
speck of dust
When any sun would bring you dirt
I took the pain and made it work
When all the world thought you a jerk
I drank the blood and made you smirk
When you were nothing on this on this earth
I turned your no into a must

Drowning on rage
Too much air in this cage

Warning signs were posted
I suppose they go ignored
He was a Japanese suicide forest
And hope unexplored

How much times passes while you collate?
Working around the second hand
What kills the ache?
Was it your best move?
Or the worse you’ll ever make?

Harvest my disgust
It’s fully ripened
Polish off the dust
You’ll find a diamond

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Had about 6 meltdowns today. I’m radioactive. I’m not okay? 🤔

Has anyone else been feeling like they’re in some sort of deja-vu zone? Aloof?

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Before and After

I loved you before the mountains moved the current

When butterflies were lilies and love was all they wanted

Like nebula of longing, how galaxies are started

You and I forever the moment we both parted

My love exists after rivers do run dry

Or even as Apophis is greeting us in sky

Even when you’re gone, I can still feel you nearby

And you turn into diamonds every single tear I cry

© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal

Just an FYI, I released loads of poetry and TikToks over the last 6 or 7 days and I will be working on content for my Patreon and OnlyFans this week!

I will be busy in my studio working, but not as visible online in the social media world. I’ll likely post updates, I normally do on my Insta.

With-that-said, I hear your pleas and cries for my time and I am working on setting up a Discord server so we can chat like once or twice a week. I hope to get that info out sometime this week.

And, if time permits, I may try making another trendy TikTok. Have you checked out my channel yet?

I sat down to write a non-rhyme and this fell out (for you).

I see things as they are. As they should be. But not always with mental clarity. Sometimes my mind and my heart have to catch up.

You know the blood in my vein is a liquid. A mineral. Iron. Technically, plasma? Blood is energy. It’s what drives my body. It’s my fuel. Like our Sun. Energy. Always moving. Even at rest. It’s moving. And it turns into a solid at death. It is matter. And my brain dumps loads of chemicals into my bloodstream. But never so much as when I see pictures of you or hear your voice. Your deep rumble in my vein. It drives me insane. You drive me insane.

And I don’t like you writing for other girls. 😔

Like, die in the street nakid kind of madness. I’m going mad. Yet, I keep reading your words despite the ache. There’s very few people I give my time to, and I digress, every thought contains you. Are you okay? Are you happy? I already know you have the love of all the world (except the ones you worship who only see you as a number, and even worse the ones you allow to use you).

So I tried burning all the bridges.

How did I do?

*drowns in ocean*

I can see your face under water distorted. I hate me too.

I was never enough for this world.

I know I’ve made a lot of enemies on my road to death.

Still forever always, I love you

Thank you to everyone out there supporting me and not stealing my ideas from me. I see you. And I am especially extra grateful to have your support during this pandemic. 💞

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The Light

Are you light reflecting off rock?
Refraction?
Or fatal attraction?
Orbits in tidal lock?

Disaster already happened?
Am I what you thought?
Do you count subtraction?
Is love really lost?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

For those inquiring, it is a pink crystal, with energetic healing properties. Specifically, a rose quartz. I have various stones and crystals I use for meditation. What do you do to center?

I write about the light alot. But that’s what we really are, star stuff. Some of us collapsing inwards, stealing the gravity of others, until turning into a black hole, and eating any hope or light that is left. And, out of contempt, any other light that gets near. How dare we disturb its darkness, with our piercing, blinding light. Truth hurts.

Oh, I need you. Don’t kill the light. Can’t breathe. Sun = light = oxygen & iron= Life.

In the dark. Spiraling out of control. Orbit’s unstable. Earthquakes are mood swings. Core is splitting in two.

Watching planet blue, hello https://youtu.be/N-gc5fzd55k

Where are you? I am sitting on the Moon. Where, where are you? I am missing, I am missing you…

You don’t love me? You never loved me?

Sigh

*dies in street*

I was just an atom briefly popping into existence. Like your love?

*vanishes from history*

Are you the light? Or the darkness I’m living through?
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Reign went #1 on my TikTok in under 24 hours! 😍

Well thank you! Reign went #1 on my TikTok in under 24 hours! 😍

Nearly 500 plays in under 24 hours too! Can we get to 500 plays? 😍

I am so grateful for your views!! It’s such a whirlwind to see it get that many plays in such a short time and it’s now my number one viewed tiktok! 😍

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNrTBJG/

I have 8 followers on TikTok and I am going up against Big Bro and his shadowbans so yeah, I am grateful you took the time to watch my 30-second TikTok (which actually took me hours to make not including rehearsal times)! 👀

I am pushing through roadblocks like stage fright and anxiety, shadowbans, and others making fun of me and what I’m doing.

But I have seen way worse tiktoks and I’m doing something original. I’m trying.

I do hope to get better at making clever video but right now my tricks are just pulling out my creative writing tool bag and dousing you with words and a little bit of drama.

Do they teach how to make TikTok videos in school now? Because I’m going up against some fierce competition and I am truly grateful for your plays! 😍

12 hours in and it had already received 350 plays plus a couple boys making fun of it! When I asked him what he had against poetry he said he didn’t know “idk”. I guess this was the first time he has ever even heard spoken word poetry? I’m pushing TikTok boundaries?

Can it reach 500 plays in under 24 hours? It’s nearly there with several hours to go! We’re at hour 17! C’mon! 😍

Thanks for watching and for supporting indie bloggers and content creators!

Watch my new TikTok here and thanks for making it my #1 TikTok! 😍 https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNrTBJG/

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Reign on TikTok! (A soft reading of Reign on TikTok) ☺ *new spoken word*

Right. Well, I did do a TikTok and it’s already getting some hate!

But it’s also getting some plays and it’s only been out a few hours and it’s already my third most watched TikTok video!

Gotta take the good with the bad!

The TIKTOK: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNjMCDf/

30 seconds to judge someone’s entire body of work. 👎👎

HaHa Ha ho ho ho

Get yer negativity away from my depression. K, thanx, bye

The TikTok! https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeNjMCDf/

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Reign *new spoken word poetry reel*

You belong on some foreign land, speaking languages of the old, forgotten gods
In some haunted and forsaken land
Where your reign has better odds
Speaking words I’ll never understand
Cuz your lies they come in squads!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I made a new Reel for this new poem!!! I know everyone crosses platforms and shares tiktok on Instagram and reels on tiktok but whatever- if I get 30 views on this new reel, I’ve decided I’m going to be happy with that. Because if 30 people showed up to watch what I did in a room, I would freak f*cking out.

You do not need an Instagram account to watch it. Watch it here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CLZjgzbFnga/?igshid=1orz2whlkrg4i

Edgar’s bones are rattling, I think he’s been moved! (This literally did happen to him- come to think- but that’s not what I mean). I’m just trying to keep the rhyme tradition alive and I reside in modern times.

Smitten by words

You can ghost me, we still live on the same planet and in the same galaxy. Sucker!

One day you are going to die and I am going to die but the question remains now: who is going to become dust faster?

Gotcha thinking!

Welp.

Some idiot on Insta insulted my ass again. He said I was living rent-free up in his mind but he was stalking my profile m’kay. Stop lying. Blocked. And thanks for the workout motivation and compliment. 👍

Here a narcissist, there a narcissist, the devil comes in two

How about this new poem I wrote tho, eh? Oh, you don’t want to let me know that I swoon you in any shape or fashion? Hence, it matters not cuz Edgar Allan Poe, yo.

Goddess of Poetry

I am an elite rhyming poet in this century and I feel like I’ve written enough decent rhyme to make my mark in that category and to call myself A REAL POET.

It may take 200 years for anyone to acknowledge that fact. But I’m having a real go at it anyway.

Watch my new spoken word poetry reel here: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CLZjgzbFnga/?igshid=1orz2whlkrg4i

Thanks for checking out my blog and for supporting indie artists!! I live and breathe poetry. 🙂

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Buoy

Are you a buoy?
Resting in the vast expanse of my heart?
Rocking back and forth –
Or are you lurking like a shark?

Does love then wash ashore?
Or is love a sunken art?
Is there treasure on the floor?
Does your map plan out a chart?

If I call your name like Thor,
Will the tides begin to part?
Is your heart a sponge or spore?
Do we have a chance to start?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Happy Valentines. I love you. 😇

How I feel about our love. Neither here or gone. Still loading. Or maybe that’s just 2021?
I have a good side and a bad side. Double trouble. Twice the love. 💞

Am I your angel or demon? A lonely mermaid? Are we now even?

Did you know I read tarot from time to time? I have 2 deck of cards plus some tarot books. While I don’t have each card memorized, I’m fairly good at interpreting what they mean, in comparison to the question you ask each deck/reading. My friends and family are generally pretty amazed by each reading (despite me flipping through my book). While I’m not as experienced reading tarot, I’m skilled with meditation sessions and intermediate with meditation with crystals and stones.
I studied astrology when I was 15, followed by dream interpretation, and then wound up getting my science degree in psychology. I also have a medical background working as an EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) and Combat Medic for some 8 years in the Army (I went on to get a second MOS in the Army as I was offered a position with the Department of Defense, so I went to another school in the Army and got a second MOS classification and started working as a Transportation officer. Thus my medical career halted, I changed my masters from psychology to an MBA, as my entire life changed when I became a businesswoman for the DOD (Department of Defense) and this went on for several years until I reached 15 years in the Army and opted to not reenlist a fifth or sixth time. Thus, here I am now. An unknown soldier, poor, heartbroke, and on the brinks of a mysterious death, just like Edgar A. Poe!!! Woo Hoo!

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The Nameless

You left messages in the clouds
When all your sky was dread
So I withdrew the shrouds
And colored rainbow instead

You said the crop was dry
And maybe even dead
So I sprinkled hope heaven high
And let the fire spread

From eternal hope love’s leaning
To your soul it is grain
And if my love has any meaning
Then these words are open plains

I swore I heard a blue bird singing
He had such sweet refrain
But then I woke from dreaming
And couldn’t name your name

© Delia Ross. 2021

I mean, I just freestyle wrote this. What. Stop rhyming? I mean, like maybe after I die. MAYBE.

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Division

Amongst these ranks division
Our world ablaze in ruin
And I stand burning wishin’
The fire meant more to you

Watch you divide with precision
I’ve been cut in two
Galaxies set for collision
Now darkness can pursue

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Left me in the dark. Welp.

Heyyy I’m newly on the LinkTree and holy hell at all the views and clicks! *thankies* 😍 https://linktr.ee/poeeternal

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Urgency

You’re like the urgency a forest fire needs
And I dependent on its breeze
The way a fire needs air to breathe
You give Earth its speed

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

New exclusive poetry just dropped on my Patreon campaign (all ages friendly)! https://www.patreon.com/posts/45837584

More exclusive content coming to my Patreon & OF! More fun stuff coming to my blog too!!

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A Great Awakening

Now falls upon me a great awakening
Every hour ink is spilling from my pen
From feet to earth to heart again
When does aching end?

How do I demand for time to repent?
Give him a moment for light to ascend?
Wipe from my hand all he condemned?
He makes a terrible friend!

Eyes bleeding from all they comprehend
Faces turning from where they have been
Islands growing thinner from terrible sin
I am sick of him!

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Flawless

I watched how souls he’d harvest
I saw where he fell hardest
I know how hope will tarnish
My love he’s flung the farthest

I fear the words he promised
I see he’s never honest
The truth the pain I harness
I thought though he was flawless

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Game over. Flawless victory.

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