These Hard Times

You’re free to go
Where the wind will blow
Disassemble and row
Nobody gotta tell yah so
So go on and show
What your feet can stow


Hello, good evening Tormentor
May I call you Mister?
Mister Tormentor?
Word hipster
Hard hitter
Love quitter
Still with her?


I go from tuning
To finely pruning
They say I’m ruin
I got sin brewin’


His voice is a soothing surf
Not a curse
I need him and it’s getting worse
For what it’s worth


Our lives aren’t permanent
I was born and in effect, I’m not perfect
Still mistakes you’ll erect
On display my regret
1, 2, 3, now it’s set
I’ll admit, I changed my bet
But you are dead and now I’m next


He was gone
But his eyes kept looking back
And now love was a balancing act
Her heart atrophied
From the love it lacked


It is so obvious to me concepts
But then I am gullible and miss steps


She cried so much
He made a levee
But it just keeps flooding
Her tears are heavy


There is more bad than there is good
It gets to me more than it should


Constantly pretending it doesn’t hurt at all
Restart. Repurpose. Throw it up against a wall
Reorganize disaster before they see the fall
Rejection. Redirection. He will not take a call

Taste the sin, twice the infection
Long-distance waiting, I cannot face inspection
Hours non-debating and time shows no affection
A trip to my own mind, a nightmare his direction


Everyday, I’m waking up triggered
Just today, frustration got bigger


He must exist in some galaxy far from reach;
Like my company he won’t seek


I’m stone but you cut through me like water; making me soft yet harder.


There’s a positive and a negative in everything I’ve learned; even the outcome…


I peer into my dream as if you’re there –
A hundred million reasons why I care


His words a sword cutting through stone; I guess I’d rather be alone.


Read the lines in between, I do get what you mean and, I’m not searching for a thing…


Transforming into high seas
Don’t wanna be on my knees
Or marching in an army


My dreams of him live in endless meadows
Where fears have been foreclosed
Never near the brink of extinction
Our love can never decompose


And now he’s building a nest
Right where her heart beats best


Both try to speak though tongue was held
They try to walk but they both failed


Sinners have acute senses sinning


One day she looked down at her hands and didn’t recognize them anymore.

Wounds she carries of others crosses.
Her hearts too heavy from all these losses.


Wrap me in your worlds; only want your words.


You’re always passing by
Why don’t you come inside
And stay awhile by my side


Secrets aren’t for telling
Even when we’re yelling
Secrets aren’t for selling
Even where you’re dwelling


I don’t know if he’s iron or sorcery / He’s got a hold on me


They come, they go
I’m high, then low


The trouble with worry is that I worry there’s trouble.


He yells “retreat, I am the dark”
But, he is the way for light to embark
It takes both to fuel the heart
And when it comes to love they hit the mark


“…You have to cut the cord”

“No, I can’t live without you…”

“Babe, you can’t stop existing just because I do” (love is keepsake, love is forever)


I gave you my best angles
My mess and my tangles


She said, “you finally showed up. Took the damn end of the world, too…”


© Delia Ross. 2020

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Bleeding Ink

Break the chain, break the link, don’t wanna be in sync
The way your eyes and my eyes leak
The way we talk but never speak
The days prowl on and we are weak
But life is cruel and so are we
And I guess we are both guilty
But neither life is a life free
And that is why we’re bleeding ink

© Delia Ross. 2020

Couldn’t sleep because I’m dreaming of you (so I wrote this instead)…
The love of my life. His name is Sam. He’s got some teeth issues going on, and other medical stuff, but he enjoyed our day out. Look at that smile.

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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)))
hellos. my studio needs design help.
Has anyone given my new spoken word piece a listen and what did you think?
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I have 3 gigantic mirrors and don’t know what to do with them 🙂 “…sometimes I think I’d like to watch them burn” 🙂

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Mad Rhymes

‘Turn Me Blue’

Sometimes I experience words as if they are new
That’s what your written word can do
Pushing and pulling through and through
Take my breath, turn me blue
Subjunctive mood

Lay it out for me in lines
Penalized
Marginalized
Revised
By your red pen, I am chastised

Twisting and burning
Your pens always yearning
Speaking of truth as if you are learning
Replacing your mask while your lies keep turning
Every single day my anger is churning!!

Lines! Lines! The devil’s crossing, the way you’re talking!
The constant lusting, a poor man’s cursing
The way you haunt me
The nightly stalking
I can’t keep walking


I’m more than drunken babble
Jagged edges traveled
I’m more than all you saddle
Or the porn that’s on your channel


Stop pretending you’re something you’re not
The baggage you carry weighs alot
Still licking your mask for all that it’s got
Worried the truth simply might drop


I go from wanting to block him to wanting to fuck –
I go from ‘I hate him’ to “he’s my buck”…


Jagged edges
Overcrowded ledges
Falling into hedges
Deserted second pledges

Wishing things I haven’t
Rotten choices maggot
Fine tuning an old habit
Lessons always absent


Why do they always have to lay on me their personal conditions?
I want to muse not defuse the hourly emissions
Confessions, obsession, next the rejection
The highs, the lies, twice the objection
Undermining and poor correction
Next you know there’s more affection
Every step has got you guessing
But no one ever moves direction


From none to some
From some to none
From birth to young
From aged to numb

From luck to curse
To curse from luck
From fast to stuck
From good to suck


I’m still finding bones you buried
Death the only thing you married


I wasn’t around love and nurturing growing up
I was a petite girl beaten, I had it rough
My mother, my sister, my father’s, they all were tough
From blood to bruises, scruff was the stuff


The frog doesn’t know until it’s too late that the water is hot
People either loathe me or they love me alot
Maybe I’m formidable or maybe I’m not
Maybe you’re alive with a heart full of rot


He left but his silhouette remains
Life is quiet where shadow overstays
Not even a whisper asks if I’m okay


All you ever give me is your poorly drawn lines. I’ve heard this excuse now a million damn times.


Stop pretending my love is a crime
Stop telling others I’m not worth a dime
It seems you’ve laid integrity on the line
Darling, I’ll win every time


Lure her where light breaks
Offer her heartaches
Remind her of her mistakes


He made his bed though he wasn’t prepared
The road she was going he couldn’t care
It seems her worries wasn’t shared
Or maybe underneath the hiding, a boy was scared


I left you like a ton of bricks crumbling

My rearview shows the void
A boy devoid
Self-worth destroyed
There’s nothing to avoid


Tear me down
Disassemble words ticking
Fingers clicking
People bitching
Darkness my gown

Sales we’re pitching
Endless ditching
Wounds we’re stitching
Anger itching
Another smiling clown

Dreams still wishing
Lies keep twisting
Sorrows non-fixing
Love went missing
Watch me drown


I can go but the only thing it’ll prove is that I’m gone…


If only forgiveness were a page to turn
All these hills are mistakes I’ve run
And I cannot change the things I’ve done


Got my enemies watching with a telescope
You say you hate me but you know I’m dope
I see you clinging to my every hope
You pray I’m drowning tho God is my boat


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Heaven’s Gate ~ Spoken Word Poetry

Written, recorded, and edited in my home studio

Heaven’s Gate is where Earth meets the sky
I’ll get there if I try
Forever searching for a hello or goodbye
Only finding time to cry

These mountains I stumble and crawl
Every day for you I fall
Gathering mistakes for monuments standing tall
You’re my favorite of them all

I’ve never gone to open mic night or sang karaoke due to my terrible stage fright!
I’ll be attempting an “open mic night” on my Twitch TV channel soon!!
Elite rhyming poetess (I live and breathe poetry and have a taste for rhyme)
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Mixed Signals

The Moon struggles to detach
The hope we lack
There’s no comeback
From mistakes we stack

This mass has gravity
You don’t know me
Forget what you see
I want to leave

Still you crave the perfect match
The plans you hatch
Always traveling the sinner track
Your heart is black

We’re dancing when we grieve
These tears we weave
Fate is tugging in-between
Our feet deceive

© Delia Ross. 2020

Original rhyming poetry by @PoeEternal

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Wanderer

What happened to your spirit?
Oh ye reckless wanderer
Casting lies like fishing lines
Hoping any will take a bite

Where did you drop your honor?
Ye who lost more than sails
Racing by like comet trails
Wishing love was more than tales

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Love Me Naught

Got my finger on the block
I guess it’s better than my Glock
I know you watch me like a hawk
And then you turn around and mock

I know I’m always in your thought
I’m not quite the sinner you sought
I’m the girl you never caught
And you say you love me naught

Gonna block him again. Why not. That way, I can ignore his existence too. Eye for an eye.

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Loathe or Love

The frog doesn’t know until it’s too late that the water is hot
People either loathe me or they love me alot
Maybe I’m formidable or maybe I’m not
Maybe you’re alive with a heart full of rot

© Delia Ross. 2020

God knows…
I need a vaca from responsibility
If my brain only had a pause button…

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Not A Word

There’s nothing that I have when I die that I keep
There’s not a word that he’s written that has not made me weep
Longing comes in floods, I guess we get what we reap
Treading flooding waters drowning where his soul runs deep

© Delia Ross. 2020

Longing for him 24/7

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Dew

The way he kissed her
Galaxies forming in the rearview
Nebula swarming in the mirror
All your dreams coming true

The way he missed her
Stars twinkle in the hue
The sunlight drawing nearer
His breath the fresh morning dew

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Call

Do you ever feel me clawing on your existence
Why push for truce then give resistance
You know for you I’d shut away the distance
If you call my name I’ll come this instance

© Delia Ross. 2020

My setup

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Fold

I’m falling to pieces
Falling for you

I fold into creases
When I see your blue

I’m crawling these inches
Wasted for two

I’m still burning bridges
To get a better view

© Delia Ross. 2020

Always writing

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Our Tree

I went to visit the tree we planted
The seed that fell as our hearts connected
The hope that grew as love erected
A time before I was neglected

I buried my heart where you rejected
And even left faith if ever collected
I have found peace and wrongs been corrected
The tree keeps our poetry safe and protected

© Delia Ross. 2020

I still plant his poetry in the better parts of me… his entire existence became a nebula for my poetry and to be honest I haven’t stopped writing about him. I wonder if he still reads these.

In an alternative universe, there is a tree growing with our initials, threaded together by our poetry.

His existence changed me. It’s still changing me. I wish he grasped the power of that.


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Messy but fucking lovable

Croon

I love you like midnight
Piercing off the moon
How even your cold shoulder
Can still make the night swoon

I love you like the darkness
Passing by at noon
How even when it’s hopeless
You make the cold wind croon

© Delia Ross. 2020

All this hair is like a furnace in Florida
One Freckle for every reason why I love you
Always lost in translation…

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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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Leap

I still see you and feel a rush
I think I’m dead then find a pulse
Tell myself it’s just impulse
But heart and mind still convulse

I hear your voice then start to faint
My wings expand without constraint
Then lust and love start to taint
I leap in gallops for a taste

© Delia Ross. 2020

Cut me up and piece me back together, I’m still into you…



I’ve tried to kill the need but it just grows stronger. I need you hard.

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Dare

I remember wonder
I found it deep in you
I remember hunger
You give me all that too

Deep beneath your slumber
Upon your dreams I chew
And if you dare to plunder
You may just like the view

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

My birthday is in 3 days!! Still alive and kicking!!

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Noose

You tied the noose then left me hanging
You pledged for days then changed your aiming
You point your finger loudly blaming
You have no proof for what you’re claiming

Your youth is gone, you’re well past ageing
Your actions don’t match words you’re painting
And every step you’re proudly feigning
I don’t believe a word you’re saying

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

To be honest, I think rhyming gets me off. I get euphoric after I’ve pieced together a decent story. Sure, writing is hard. Rhyming is harder. But you wouldn’t see it that way if you saw me in a dizzy spell writing, sometimes pieces come together so quickly. Or the fact that I live and breathe rhyme 24/7. I think I might have an addiction, albeit, is it a healthy one? I literally write anywhere, and while doing everything. Sometimes I force myself to stop writing and other times I think I’ll never be able to write anything ever again. But alas, I’m still rhyming *sigh* and have been since the age of 12. I fell in love with poetry in the 3rd grade though, when I read an Emily Dickinson poem (I talk a bit about that in my thank you video on my Patreon for my patrons who join, so the video is still there if you are my patron and overlooked watching it. It’s been there since the beginning of my campaign). Anyhoo, sometimes I think I don’t have a drop of rhyme left in me. And then it is flowing out. In heaps. Like lava. And often with tears. My rhyme contains my soul. I lived in a very abusive environment as a child and writing became my escape. Writing was my coping mechanism. And still is of today.

My attempt at “But is it art” below… (but is it art was a saying me and my best friend used to say all the time when we’d fuck shit up. Like once, we redid a chair by putting our handprints in paint all over it graffiti style and writing “but is it art!?!). She died by suicide and I’ve never been the same. But all my attempts at art end with, BUT IS IT ART!?!

Bath + snaps
Bath + snaps
But is it art?
But is it art?
I nearly didn’t share this for a number of reasons. But here’s the thing, I don’t want fake boobs. I like feeling things. Might account a tad bit for my poetry. But for real, I’ve had many guys complain that my boobs weren’t fake. Had a guy break up with me in my 20s over it. And I have been peer pressured by society and men to get plastic surgery that I don’t want. I also breast fed an entire year, I have natural curves. And I don’t want to replace my sex organ with plastic for many reasons. I could have made my nipples harder I suppose, so hence ‘soft nudity’. I wasn’t trying to be vulgar or even sexual. Just existing in a hot bath and trying to capture my soft curves. Attempting to be artsy. Instead, I worry now my boobs aren’t sitting in their best, upright position. They don’t meet societies standards of perfection. I’m tired of feeling things though so maybe I should start getting plastic surgery and fake nails and fake hair and fake lips and fake eyelashes and fake tans… throw a fake personality in there too. ((Also if you’re one of the guys who’s ever put my body down… fuck you))! For real tho… desensitized nation 101. I’m not a model. I’m not a porn barbie. I’m a warrior poet, dig? Just trying to find myself and keep 100% authentic & real. I feel like I’m heading towards a dire ending like Edgar Allan Poe though. Cursed. It’s in our blood… I hope someone enjoys my little attempt at art in isolation. If you don’t like my body or my art, join the long line of boys who also don’t. I can’t be bothered with shallow waters any longer. Evolving into a better me slowly as my body is dying. Keeping my mind in a nurturing environment. SELF-LOVE.
The same vid as above but with different effects. But is it art?
I never knew how hard wet hair can be to manage when it’s this long and wet and also heavy… (no filter). I really wish I could upgrade and get some decent camera equipment and lighting. Someone join my Patreon or make a donation please lol I need new editing software too!!! It’s my birthday this month!!! 😍
That’s all for now. Can’t do much in quarantine. Trying not to catch the plague. Trying not to die by depression. Missing gig life to the full. No birthday gig this year!!! 😭😭😭

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Between Your Teeth

Those lies lying between your teeth
Lingering among our feet
Like the desperation you seek
Hopeless in the street
At what hour does forgiveness greet
Do our eyes meet?

Tell me the art of affection
Written any direction
A lethal injection
I need your objection
A bridge for connection
A poor life in question

Answer truth do not befool
Life is cruel
So bend a rule
Love this jewel
Keep hands cool
Reserve your fuel

Under trust a sleeping serpent
Midnight hermit
Mourning servant
Lessons learn it
Longing urgent
Fever current

© Delia Ross. 2020

If only I were between your teeth / beneath your feet / instead of those lies

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Still Water

Why do you take me to plight
Leading me to still water
Why can’t I be her
Reflecting from your eye like moonlight

Let me cast wishes on your soul
Under growing starlight
Like how you light my life
Got me dreaming from the cold

© Delia Ross. 2020

Make a wish!

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Poems For A Penny ~ Poems That Are Mini

I want him to stretch out my smile until my cheek hurts
Roll around on the ground laughing til it’s worse
I want his poetry as my universe
His kisses to be my in-house nurse

I want his words instead of roses, dig?
Forgiveness for mistakes I hid
Perhaps another chance to bid
Love despite the things I did


You give life color
You are the place sadness goes to rest
Gently under midnight breath
You unchain the collar


Your tongue rushes through layers of time only to stand still!
Why do you stomp outside my gate demanding honor when your skin is made of scales?
I wonder if there is any light left in you at all?
Do you feel my love sneaking into you at night?
Or when my tears have sweetened the sky?


Is it a pen-
Or a tool for destruction?

Is it a hand-
Or a rule for instruction?


Why do you always have to be so bad?
Why do you exist only to make me sad?
Why are you always claiming I am wrong?
Why are you someplace I don’t belong?


Remorse is a little grave
Radioactive your words decay
They cause delay
Like the games you play
The lies you say
The lives you slay


I don’t hide behind pretense or a mask
I’ve got a mind to not do what you ask
If you want it first you’ll get it last
A narcissist hating me, makes me feel first-class!


Just go! Why do you always make a scene?
Your reason cruelly crafted, doesn’t mean a thing.


Life happens in gallops
The downs, the ups
A calloused heart develops
Blackened and jealous

There’ll never be an us
You’re too careless
You’ve got life but you’re aimless
Now the end you can cherish

You’re spinning on your axis
Your every lie is backless
I’m splitting from this madness
And returning all your sadness


People out there climbing, hardly trying, rarely ever hear them crying…


Don’t let the bottle sink you to the floor
Got you nailing shut every door
Every hour you are at war
The enemy is your roar
We can’t take it anymore


Eventually longing runs out like a clock that stops ticking…


She’s a pyramid scheme
Lined in fake gold and your dying dream
The way her eyes will gleam
Faking is in her bloodstream

They are tied together at the seam
He injects her like she’s morphine
She ranks him number one supreme
But all they ever do is scream


You cling to death a hardend criminal
Morally bankrupt


She has darkness leaking from her eyes
Scales and veins that demoralize
The blood runs blue behind cold skies
Quickly fallen the soldier dies


His smile is fusion
So his kingdom I’m choosing


You left me dismantled
Said there was nothing you couldn’t handle
I guess you had a different angle
You were gone by the flick of your candle

My time was fully channeled
But now our friendship has been cancelled
Everyday a different battle
Took all I had to not get mangled

Stow my fucks upon the mantle
I’ll write you off another devil
There were signs that I’m a rebel
I guess I’m on a different level

Choice is yours to revel
You’re a man that’s acting feral
Trust is like a petal
And I need to be more careful


Time is a death sentence.


Do you take the stars with you when you disappear?
Do you hide the light within your black soul?


I am a wounded warrior who fought for this country
I need more than fancy cars or money
Or the consistent catcalling of “come here honey”

Give me wonder from your fingertips, from your every word that slips
Galactic walls of poetry, moves for my dancing feet, that’s all I’ll ever need


Who or what are you chasing?
Everyday I see the man you could be slowly erasing


You move in-and-out of my life like water; you shape my rivers.


She looks cheap and worn down like an old lumber mill-
But piss on her and he’ll crumble at will!


My love, lend me your ear
Spending time with you would change the atmosphere


Do my pleas appear like flares in darkened skies
Are my hopes and dreams all the things that you despise


Growing evermore increasingly isolated
And humanity, well I don’t like it
And man and his lies absolutely hated
And to think for love I sat around and waited

But love is about abundant as God
And man only rule with his evil rod
But leave it to them to curse why I’m flawed
And when it comes to law every one is a fraud


An angel and a demon fall in love

He doesn’t want to hurt her, he can’t change who he is
Walk away he won’t let her and try yes she did

There were warnings in the echoes
Writings on the windows

-LOVE FORBID-


One day these words will be gone – life won’t exist
Time is slow but not forever, now is in the mist


Let’s rewind the details.


They line up like dogs, fisting her, inching her
Why do you love her, I need an answer

© Delia Ross. 2020

Alive to be miserable another day…
Survived another “growing old, life is scary” milestone…

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Gap

I once held him like starlight in my eye
But the light slowly turned to drab
And hope was a rope not an inch to grab
I watched a living life magnify and die

His breath was once a sail for my dreams
But the air turned stale with mold and dust
And hand was an enemy not an ounce of trust
Life passed me by it seems

His poetry was once a creed and map
But his words turned to curse and hell
And love was a poison for not feeling well
Between my heart and his there lies a gap

© Delia Ross. 2020

So I’m alive and still writing poetry. This is Annie Lenox. Rescue kitty. She’s been the queen of the domain several years now. Got her when she was a wee 15 weeks old, recently turned 7 years young. Gorgeous girl and sweet too! Happy birthday, Annie!!
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Lonely May I Rot

Beautiful though I’m not, my heart is made of gold
And lonely may I rot, I’m too precious to hold

Feeling underwhelmed
Disappointment; a forest growing
Distance; the road I’m going
Condemnation; the cold wind blowing

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Things In Order

What does the room feel like after I’ve left
Are there tears of joy you’ve finally wept?
Now’s the time to take your breath
Things in order how you kept?

Does the air turn to dust and cold
And hope is breath that turns to mold?
Is the darkness you worship wonder to behold
Do you ever notice you are growing old?

Do you take these poems and place them in the attic
Do you convince yourself I’m only erratic?
Do you tell them all I’m just a fanatic
Or do you admit to yourself you’re a narcissistic addict?

Does the blood in your calloused heart move faster
Is everything you destroy a beautiful disaster?
Is love the only thing in life you can never master
Have you ever given yourself an honest answer?

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Sunspots

Feel like he gave my heart sunspots
I’m tangled up in knots
Feel like I’m ever growing hotter
And my head is full of clots

They heard the war was over
But my soul is taking shots
Now I’m prepped and groomed for slaughter
And I know he hurts me lots

© Delia Ross. 2020

I just freestyle wrote this and shared it on my Instagram but I wanted to share it here also… I really love to rhyme!


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Ice Age

You fool, my love doesn’t disappear nor the sun
Mountains don’t crumble in a day
Your heart is an ice age
Look what you’ve done

My love, I must depart this tundra
Your soul is frigid carving doubt
I’ll barely even make it out
This ice is falling under

Look fool how worn’s the tether
It’s one or the other
I cannot be her
Fuck this weather

Tether cut. So bye.

© Delia Ross. 2020

Dark Matter

Life is only precious because it is fleeting
It’s a shame you and I won’t be meeting
Some people come into our lives only for leaving
It’s a hard lesson but where I am leaning

You’re all in or all out
There’s no middle ground to talk about
I give you my best, you give me your worst
One minute I’m free, the next I am cursed

Maybe I’m not the one or maybe I am
For what it’s worth now I don’t give a damn
For I am a lion and never a lamb
And the hand you are selling is only a sham

© Delia Ross. 2020

Finally freed my heart from your curse…

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Age of Expansion

My love, we share the same Sun
Put an ocean between us, we are still one
My love, look how far we have come
Going nowhere, though fast we have spun

Holy is the space of us
Our mistakes is only dust
Love is spinning, Earth is crust
Gone are sorrows and love we must

© Delia Ross. 2020

The sweetest poem I’ve ever written, part two. I swore the love bug off but fate is persistent (or obsession). But don’t worry, I have some anti-love poems coming too…


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Centuries

All these centuries it was you I craved
Hiking mountains of longing while your name I praised
All these fallen ruins are bits of you I’ve saved
Every foot in darkness steps for you I braved

Pulling part the ocean that’s the depths I paved
Fusion in my core for the light that’s phased
Trust in only love cuz that’s my heart you grazed
Want to spend eternity with our souls engraved

© Delia Ross. 2020

Probably the sweetest love poem I’ve ever written. I literally enchanted myself. A first. But it is now after 2 AM and maybe I’m just tired… But my blog is nearing 50K views (that’s 50,000 visits folks) and I want to pee myself!! 😍

But I wrote a poem instead. And I hesitated to write a second stanza, but once I got going I’m glad I did… I’m sick to fuck of love to be honest. Someone said I was too young to be a cougar, that I was a cub instead. Well, whatever. Now that I’m ready to date and mingle there’s a bloody zombie apocalypse going on. I ain’t trying to die from the plague. Apophis (that huge effing asteroid) is returning to kiss Earth in April 2029, which sounds like a more exciting world ending, and I hope to get laid by then too… 😏

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Dead As Dead Can Be (Part 1)

You haven’t asked for forgiveness, you haven’t crossed the fence
You toss your sword then demand from me to hurry and self-inflict

You say that you are friendly with poison in your hand
You’re slurring words and defending things I’ll never understand

Your foundation is fairly dirty, there’s cracks upon the wall
Any direction I’m going, it’s likely I will fall

I warned you I was empty, I warned you I was cold
But now you are doing things I predicted would unfold

You are a drowning man, seeking a casualty
But darling if you really look you’re dead as dead can be

Poetry: it’s not what you say but how you say it…


© Delia Ross. 2020

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Alienation

I’m depressed and understand they won’t. People say they do up until they walk away and don’t.

People say my soul is beautiful up until it isn’t. It mattered in the moment but upon the next hour it simply didn’t.

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m depressed, moody, withdrawn, emotionally detached, unavailable in every capacity. People swear they get it up until they’re screaming profanities at me for how evil I am for not giving them my time (or love for that matter). I am a fallen angel and a creature of the underground, I’m not capable of love. But a monster I am not. Just simply void and numb. Sorry not sorry. SURVIVAL MODE

What does all this mean? Depression means I’m incapable of forming attachments. Or joy. Writing is my only escape. It was my escape when I was a little girl and couldn’t escape all the abuse. I wrote poetry in between classes at school. On the bus. On the toilet. And guess what? I still do. Only now I’m sharing this part of me WITH YOU. But I lose friendships and followers because I’m unable to maintain communication right now. I keep telling people I’m depressed and suicidal but it’s like wind over the ears. They still need me to provide a service for them. I cannot. I barely can brush my teeth on some days. This is not me you’re meeting but some ruined version of what I might have could of been… (and yes under all the suicidal ideation I am gentle and loving and worth saving). So bye.

“Just another lost angel”…

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Tell Me When He Dies

I’m never looking back but I’m waiting for the echoes of cries and ringing of bells for when his death arrives

I’ve been sneaking through the halls of hell, dashing through the crowds and veils, it’s a wonder any hope survives

I’ve been bruised by thickets and hell’s prickly fences, the endless casting of spells, preying with fevor and with any luck by sunrise

Mostly wandering lost, decorating diamonds on cells, and the chances we are given are none, there’s no way to revise

I get lost in the feeding, the crying and the frenzy, the height of their yells, his existence I still fully despise

We’re on towers burning bridges, losing hours and our riches, our heads spinning like carousels, but I can see through disguise

Heartless and uncaring, the wounds from his carving, I’m impatient and I’m starving, but hell he dwells, just tell me when he dies

© Delia Ross. 2020

This poem is a multiple rhyme scheme. It has a weird flow.

(My ex is sometimes sneaking around here tho I’ve gone no contact, he’s a narcissist demon spawn from hell).

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Salute

They need me up until I’m muted
Chances are I’ve done something that couldn’t be disputed
But when it comes to compassion it’s poorly executed
And when I try my hand at warmth it comes across polluted

I’m pulling and I’m pulling for his wings to be uprooted
There once was a time his heart could be recruited
But cheap romance and chugs of lies was a game he felt more suited
In truth he won and always will his wit can be saluted

© Delia Ross. 2020

I write most of these poems “for him” but I wonder if my words will be read in 200 years? Will they like me more after I’m dead?

Self-portrait 7/4/2020
Self-portrait 7/4/2020
Self-portrait 7/4/2020
Self-portrait 7/4/2020

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The Lows

I’m sick of concrete ceiling skies
His tireless little alibis
The lows that come when I need to rise
The feeling that I’m out of tries

I’m wanting just a bit more luck
And wouldn’t hurt to have a buck
But mostly never give a fuck
Depression hit me like a truck

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m moody and withdrawn. Therefore, I’ve been neglecting your blogs and friendships (and my life), I’m sorry.


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Jealousy

Watching your love of others is feeling black holes collide
And though I brush off jealousy my heart is gaping wide
Fantasy a haunted garden where dreams are cyanide
And watching you adoring her a spear into my side

Many you need but I only breathe for one
And love you I may I’ll always be on the run
The weight of the shame and remorse for all I have done
Mistakes I have made but none that should permanently shun

It’s like you are a mountain crumbling down on me
Harsh is your punishment and I’m having trouble breathing
And call out I may but silence is loudly ringing
Daily reminders I’m not what you’re needing

© Delia Ross. 2020

Hi.

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What Am I

What am I but rotting flesh worshipping the dead
With a noose around my neck hung up on things you said
Tireless were my efforts turning obsession into bread
Knowing every hour there was darkness up ahead

What am I but skeletons for your throne
A path to a garden where nothings ever grown
A stage for your eyes where all my soul is shown
Humiliation for despair now breeding in my bone

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Free MP3 of Original Spoken Word Poetry

oh hi my loves. i’ve just dropped some free spoken word on my Patreon campaign, as a thank you for supporting my campaign / & my blog. i hope you will enjoy it. ❤

Words Are Arrows Spoken Word MP3 (free) can be found at this link: https://www.patreon.com/posts/38682079

Free spoken word on my latest Patreon post! Recorded with love!!

© Delia Ross. 2020

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By Your Side

There are pieces of my heart littered in your poetry
You free me from agony
To me your soul is candy
Sweetened, darkened and tempting

I love you through weal and woe
All the highs and low
Wondering how deep the shallows go
And drowning in moments when I know

Your voice makes the sea rise
I’m lost in the swell of your blue eyes
I’m clinging on to your tide
Or maybe destiny is by your side

© Delia Ross. 2020

Forever by your side

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Craters

Your words have heavy impact
Formed craters from contact
But now forever’s been taken back
Honest is always what you lack

Hardcore truth in reality
Desired is what I’ll never be
Clouds of darkness chasing me
Can’t undo what has been seen

Grasping at straws for a meaning
Wishing for value just for an evening
But cold is the hand you are leaning
“I’m sorry” are words you are never repeating

I would die with you
Without you dying too
So begins the cycle anew
Drowning in your blue

Walls, steel cage, or death
I still loved you best
Better than the rest
You know I loved you best

© Delia Ross. 2020

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A Graveyard For

For my sadness there is no limit
I am invisible to the wicked
And doomed to love him every minute
But why I cherish him I’m afflicted

My every breath feels like a wake
Mere passages of doom
Where every hour I feel the ache
Of his love that is my tomb

Every step more heavy than the last
And his desire a chain tied to my breath
But what it takes I dare to ask
For my eyes only see that he brings death

Killing me with silence
And killing between the lines
Punishment for non-compliance
A graveyard for these rhymes

© Delia Ross. 2020


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You’ll Never See

He’s going down a road I’ll never be taking
But that doesn’t stop the moon every night from breaking
Getting more rest won’t stop me from aging
And long are the hours in shame we are aching

He’s a golden statue crumbling down
The crown he wears just drags the ground
He’ll likely beg where she is bound
A noose around his fate was found

What is truth but feeling numb
And watching others acting dumb
Why have one when none’s a sum
When you predict every outcome

I chewed off more than I can bite
It’s possible I’ll die tonight
I’m not okay but that’s alright
You’ll never see me make it right

© Delia Ross. 2020

This is how I hurt.

I’ve been approved by the state for medical. There’s so much fear mongering about it uggg. I’ll likely do a blog post about it. Is this still a safe place!?!

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How To Stop Loving You

The Earth took a tremble and shake
With every lie you create
Magma still flowing
In the direction I’m now going

The sky took a breath with thunder in her chest and we’re both crying
I can’t stop you though from spying
But the stars have since been hiding
We’re through trying

The Sun has changed his point of view
With every breath that we drew
And every crack you fell through
This is how to stop loving you

© Delia Ross. 2020

P.S. I’m ready to date again. 😚😙😘

MOOD

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The Dead

I felt him swing from the heavens, into my heart he went
And from the bowels of the netherworld, my soul came to ascent
Our orbits must have collided, I have been feeling him ever since
Collecting more than fraying feathers, I’m not that innocent

Watching him grow cold and devilish, while following his gradual descent
Vision crossing planks of inability, I cannot stop these events
Burning chains on regret, dragging around feet like they are blocks of cement
The weight of consequence in this pit, the dead can still lament

© Delia Ross. 2020

Dreams, no not tonight
Dreams, no not tonight…

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Never Worth Trying

What is left that remains?
I broke all our picture frames
Underneath my thoughts are the same
There’s nothing left here to save

I’m hurting
But you’ll never know when
And her road that you’re taking
It’s just a dead end

There’s little doubt
You took the easy way out
And I don’t care if you’re ever about
Your trust is a drought

Sadness as loud as a siren
I don’t care if it’s who, or where you’ve been
Your love was always barren
You were never worth trying 

© Delia Ross. 2020

I hope I haven’t misspelled any words, I have anxiety over that now lol. 🤓 It’s probably not about any one guy. It’s just a poem. But maybe they need to come with a disclaimer (it’s not about you I swear) 😄😃😄

Some videos featuring me and my dream to get to Mars! Watch for my name under candidates, this video gives me tears (my name is Delia Ross): https://youtu.be/SwT4pTusyVw

Oh my goodness tis me on Watch Hollywood TV haha PT 1: https://youtu.be/ggfjzKCBPlA / PT 2: https://youtu.be/RrkVNd0zK6k (and I think there are some bonus behind-the-scene ones floating out there too)

Ok more featuring me and my dream to get to Mars. Me on the local news! 😃 https://youtu.be/yupJHGGuMU0

My Facebook Mars Candidacy page will have more info buried over the years with more vids, links to a podcast I did, Mars One updates when I was still a candidate in the running! I’m obsessed with Mars if you haven’t guessed by now… Feel free to follow my page! It’s probably worth reading back the post from when I was a candidate with Mars One! 😄 https://www.facebook.com/deliatomars

A hat in Florida is imperative. Anybody out there keeping up with Elon Musk?
He’s always got his hands into making Earth a better place but all of the profits are for funding to get to Mars. Like this hat. They are digging some futuristic tunnels in New York I think. The Boring Company. Clever. It’s a nice cap too, stitched logo, 100% cotton, velcro clapse, not plastic. He was selling it a couple years back during xmas. Twenty bucks and it included shipping. Profits for Mars I had to invest lmao. Any chance I can be a nerd but many won’t understand the logo. 🙂
He sold 50K hats LOL I gots 1. It’s for Mars dude. I’m trying to stay alive to see the first humans land. I wanna hitch a ride! 😄 https://www.boringcompany.com/


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You Are Everything

Are they lips or avenues where my dreams can run amuck
Where I travel on your roads and can never get enough
Are they words or are they spells teaching me how to conduct
Are they pieces of a puzzle made for me to now construct?

Are they eyes or vivid skies the way they sparkle when I’m by
Or just a cloud for me to ride when my hope is running dry
Are they tears or is it rain singing me a lullaby
A double rainbow passing through changing sorrow to a sigh?

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Cost

Now you have her attention
I wonder how much it cost
Is your heart now merry
After everything you bought

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Vicissitudes

He speaks not to me
Yet every word a spell
I succumb to his sorcery
Where I seem to dwell

Sometimes they’re dark and stormy
His words become a gale
The vicissitudes of his cruelty
He tortures me in hell

But mostly they are loving
It’s how my heart has fell
Forever his devotee
There’s not much more to tell

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Visit Me At The Cemetery

Will you visit me at the cemetery
Will you sleep outside the gates?
And when you’re feeling wary
Will you tell me about the aches?

Will you make my tomb a sanctuary
Will you forgive my mistakes?
And if you ever marry
Will you still have what it takes?

© Delia Ross. 2020


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