I want to live in that moment; forever our first meeting
When the air hits my lung and starts receding
I need you for dreaming
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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You’ve rescued me in other lifetimes
Following the trail to infinity like they are guidelines
Spiraling through destiny the way our mind chimes
Stretched in tidal force and pulling our rhymes
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
These caves have carvings of you 👀
He makes the rain come
Gives color the rainbow
He puts the night aglow
Gives hope a halo
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Y’all, I have nearly died on him and he hasn’t ghosted me yet.
I went from young and wistful to 94 years old and knocking on my grave overnight and that still hasn’t pushed him away.
He’s still into me half-dead
And I’ve shared weird thoughts and had innocent embarrassing moments and like… he ain’t gone.
I know I live in a land of fantasy but he gives my sky color
I don’t even like the real world
I went to the park today at high noon, and spent the afternoon with a wild, sable duck grooming himself, eating, yawning, and napping. I saw a duck yawn. I never knew I needed to see that until I saw. 👇
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Angel wings form
When you arrive on sunbeam
With honeydew and whisperings
Sweet sacred offerings
The sky is brim with hope
When you are sparkling
Entering night with the light you bring
The wind is an angel gasping
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
So I thought I had lost him forever
I thought he was gone
And it feels like drifting out into the ocean alone
Or deep space
But then he comes crashing onto shore
And I find myself stranded in his dreams
He gives me the big feels 👀
He hasn’t ghosted me 🤨
I was preparing for the big sleep 😩
I bought a box of dye so I’m gonna color my roots
I said I was going to stop killing my locks with chemicals
But you know it’s the end of the world and I want to look my best while crying
He gives me life
Are you a safety mirage?
Should I lay down a barrage?
Is there a chance to get caught?
Is that what heaven besought?
Are you someone I can feel?
Is this fantasy for real?
Are you fate or just thrill?
Is this why hell has stood still?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I’m so deprived and devoid of life, that even if he was a predator, I’d let him eat me! 😩
Or, maybe that’s just suicidal, welp 😩
Helps 😑
He said it’s just fantasy and they all tire of me quickly
Most take one look and run! 😫
I wish the need didn’t feel so real
I need him like air 👀
*dies on street* 😩
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Love in secret
Like walking on the moon
Elated; but we won’t speak it
Tongue too swoon
What words befit?
Tell me high noon
Put them in orbit!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Uhm, he’s not bored of me yet and my double pigtails are getting long – I’ve also found that I’m treated nicer by everyone when I’m wearing them
I was taking up all the space at the grocery store today and I didn’t get yelled at not once, nor snickered at or rudely cursed.
Grandpa was extra nice
The lady shopper was nervously fidgeting with her short hair
The cashier accurately predicted I met my budget
And the young bagger did the best bag job I’ve ever had
I think I’m in a different timeline 👀
Is there truth to sift beyond the lies?
Is there love hidden under your eyes?
If I fail to plea will you still try?
Will there ever be a you and I?
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
You are a shooting star
Wishes not to discard
You are an orchard
Where hope was recorded
Three words, three seeds
That’s where love proceeds
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
🥰
I mean, the world is falling apart, but I still love you.
It’s ridic. Right? 🤔
God created this obsession FYI
And I actually know what a black hole feels like
I actually know what Sagittarius A* feels like
It’s possible that sometimes I am Sagittarius A*
When other girls are talking to you
👀
But like I love this dude and the love has manifested to be real because he bought me pizza 👀
😑
Uhm, so I haven’t lost all my ass or leg progress yet but I feel nowhere near like I’m ready to start fitness again and it’s really scary to be having these kind of heart problems at my age over a fucking vaccination.
If you’re still supporting me even though I am dying and venting on the daily, thank you.
I get called lazy for serving my country and I get called lazy for having an OnlyFans.
Jesus Christ left Mary Magdalene in charge of the gospel and they wiped her from the books and labeled her a whore.
Just like me!!!
They create poor conditions for you to live in and then condemn you for trying to survive.
They fucking condemn you if you try to die by suicide as well.
“No no no you’re not allowed to die like that, it’s a sin”!
Apparently it’s a sin if you lust after somebody else even though that is actually biology
And “a sin” if you try to die because you don’t want to live in this bullshit life
The only thing that is not a sin is giving them money
Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of your money
I ain’t wrong
👀
You changed me
When your photons
Interrupted my guile
And replaced my wrongdoings
With an infinite smile
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
75K poetry! 😻
Thank you for your light! 😻
I am a particle detector! 😻
Did you know that your photons, your light, will travel on through the universe forever?
Just like my love for you.
I love you forever!
He hurried in a double
He said I’m irresistible
Now I’m feeling less invisible
And I’ve got love for him to juggle
😻
He dumps loads of feel goods into my heart
I love the way you come
Rushing
Like a fire hose gushing
To your will I succumb
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I look for a cut
Or a scar
A loving line
Or a mark
A simple freckle
Or a knot
A little dimple
Or a shot
In open fields
Or swarms of thought
And when he’s stalling
Or in a trot
And when he’s culling
Cuz he’s caught
And rope is burning
Cuz he’s hot
Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
You ever been into somebody so much that any marking on their skin is a map to a galaxy you want to explore 👀
Or you wanna have babies with somebody but you need to figure out how to say hello or ask them out first 👀
Have you ever fallen for somebody without knowing who they are or what they look like 👀
Have you ever have a secret admirer feed you
Have you ever got a gift from a secret admirer
Have you ever lived between fantasy and real world
What if you couldn’t tell the dream world from the real world?
👀
Tell me again you love me
Under midnight blue moon
When comets are rushing
The way I hope I’ll greet you soon
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I can’t stop thinking about you and all the things we want to do.
So poem.
Again.
I love you 💕
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*
Where do you go deep in the forest?
The woods beckon me to follow
Because you’re the constellation Taurus
And the gods named you Apollo!
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
And I finally know your name (I mean, the name even you had forgotten) ⚡️⚡️⚡️
I LOVE YOU 😻
I mean, I just freestyle wrote this because your visits do some sort of thing to every atom in me.
And it’s not like they get rearranged, it’s like they’re organized and activated, as opposed to spiraling down Sagittarius A*
You magnify me or something
My electrons are connected to you
You electrically charge me
You light me up
Spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally, all the “ly”
Marry me?
I can see part of his face
Haunting me through time
I want to memorize his shape
Like a spiral on a spine
And the colors of his flesh
The canvas of divine
Takes the pain beneath the breast
Gives me hope to align
💕
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
*The below contains unpopular opinion and language* 🤓
Is it true that trademarks are only recognized in some countries now?
It’s a bold statement to make, it’s just I saw something pop up on a video game about trademarks being recognized in some countries only – or at least, that’s how I perceived it. I seem to read between the lines (or gaslighting).
So the FDA has banned menthol but I could turn myself into a lizard if I want? 🤔
So, I can get a full body lizard tattoo and split my tongue, and get a full sex change operation, I can identify as a carrot BUT it’s illegal to smoke a menthol cigarette? 🤔
Somebody help me the fuck out
I can sew up my pp and chop off my boobs but I can’t smoke a menthol? 🤔
Wait, what.
We can still feed sugar crack to 3 year olds but I can’t smoke a fucking menthol? 🤔
So I can give this god damn sugar crack to recommended age 3+, but I can legally no longer buy a pack of menthol? 🤔
It’s fucking cancer + crack and recommended right there on the package for age 3+
But menthol is fucking banned.
Uhm, okay who is running the fucking country?
Y’all have lost y’all damn mind
I don’t even smoke anymore but on the rare occasion that I do, it’s a fucking menthol.
I just don’t understand the world anymore and I can’t blame it on my brain injury any longer.
I haven’t been voting for any of this shit!
I don’t want my tax money going to NASA!!!!!
In other news, if I die, I’m still gonna be taking my last breath dreaming about you.
Because I like how you lean on my lips and touch my cheeks with your fingertips.
I like the little ways you go above and beyond to show me you care.
I like living off your breath because it’s the nectar of life.
Your kiss.
And all I want before I die.
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My workout routine has been halted, but not my diet. 🤢
I’m not quitting my photography, writing, or cosplay.
Though moving now at a snails pace.
I got it from Amazon Prime – a favorite place to shop no doubt. Been shopping there for years. Even bought my Epiphone guitar kit from there. Came with everything, still working good. 🤓
I am lying in rubble
I cover earth in dew
Every sign points to trouble
I just want to be with you
And so the air I cuddle
Remembering that you breathe it too
Every night I crumble
But dreams always change my view
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I love the real world and the dreamworld with you.
I like the plans and the mess.
I like the spontaneous combustion with you.
From combat boots to stilettos – and me standing in my very first pair for the very first time. Now I know why a poll is involved generally when in use. Or, another human being. For support. 👀
So they’ve gotten a lot of really good feedback so I’m going to keep them even though they pinch my toes.
They will be good for theatrics, photoshoots, or as fuckware. They are definitely hard to walk in but I’m getting better. 🤪
I picked up the Pleaser Devil Kat Stacks Adore in Black/Red from one of my favorite stores called DollsKill. They’d been in my wishlist for a minute. Figured they’d go with most of my wardrobe (which is black).
I’m working on new content – albeit not a light-speeds.
I have something wrong with my fucking heart.
We only have 4 valves right? Because I don’t want to Google or to remember.
I don’t want to think that my heart is actually working at 50% capacity because that would explain the pain coming from my fucking chest and when my mind and heart connect it starts hurting a whole lot worse so I’m having to disassociate thank you bye
I’ve also spent a lot of time under my heating pad.
I only had four puffs from one cigarette from a pack of menthol that I have had in my freezer for months but after I read that the FDA are banning them and I figured I was dying so what the fuck, I had a few puffs. As goodbye. And an act of rebellion. Fuck the FDA.
Also, there isn’t anybody else threatening to kick my ass so I don’t have to go all fucking Unhinged.
That was a momentary lapse of reason.
I’m mostly just dying. But then he came to visit me last night and he said he missed me and then surprised me with pizza but then even more spoiling cuz he ordered stuff from my Amazon Wishlist and ain’t nobody ever done that.
Ain’t no guy ever spoiled or romanced me.
I get to do things with him nobody else will let me do.
Being unexperienced just means improv to me.
I don’t feel unexperienced, I have a four page resume and a deteriorating mind.
Before long, I’ll be having things pasted on the wall.
Newspaper clippings in weird code solving the mysteries of the universe written in a format only he would understand.
But I definitely do not want to be witch lady with 50 cats because I can barely stand having one under my foot. 👀
It’s an evil little beast on 4 legs.
And I’m programmed to see it as an innocent kitten.
But it’s not, it’s a little terror machine.
I just want him.
Why is that so fucking much to ask?????
Why can’t I have him right now?
While I still have a half functioning heart.
(He probably has the other half)
(Wouldn’t mind actually laying next to his chest and allowing our hearts to go in sync and beat synchronized)
I need him.
His kisses, his stories, and whatever else he throws in the mix.
I only rest when he comes around.
I can’t fucking sleep without him.
You appear in some mythical mystery fog leaving tracks of doom for doubt
Dragging behind you the demons and dragons you slay for fun as an offering to hang out
Blood soaked boots and tattered tress
And how you got a locket of my hair is anybody’s guess
It’s a full moon and you’ve got the night on a string
I can hear you coming for miles by the howls I make you scream
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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.
I tell him I don’t want his leftovers and then I’m begging for a bone 🤪
The trail has run cold
I am burning midnight
In a purgatorial loop
Exhausting my sins
For truth
Any clue of you
I am the guardian of all secrets
But your curse makes me the weakest
I am etching on the walls of hell
You are where I fell
Still, my eyes trace no color, all is black
All I have are memories of a life I lack
One by one the stone will lift
You got the other piece to fit?
Every night a new star is born
To cover sorrow where love has formed
I’m searching for you in comets
Over empty dreams and promise
My hope has formed cobblestone
But tears are all that I have sown
I know your hues of red and blue
So I keep searching for you
Any redshift or blueshift
So alone in space I drift
Tugging on your gravity
Forming like a galaxy
Do I shine?
Can you give me a sign?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I love you wherever you are 💕
Who are you
Why do I reach for the sky
The way a stem will reach for light
I am growing towards you
Tall and vivid
With petals stretched open wide
I am fields blooming
Over midnight showers
Infinite curiosity
I am Earth spinning
Reaching climaxes unknown
You push me through time
You wrap rope around my spirit and drag me forth
My hope tangled in knots
I can’t escape your will
Destiny has chosen to kneel
These are rust proof iron chains
I am engaged
Who are you?
Why does time cover me with your wound
I’ve been peering into doom
Could you make more room?
Trouble are clouds forming
The way I cling to doubt like static
Rumbling about erratic
Can you hear my thunder chasing you?
Little echoes of light flashing
A reason or two
Time is calling
It rings in rain shower
And sweet honeydew
Ripen fruits from Eden
I am your garden to sow
Holy and you know
Our love is a golden bridge
Over a rainbow
Over destiny we grow
Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Ahem. Sat down to write a non-rhyming freestyle – but slowly and surely – I felt Sagittarius A* tugging – and well – welp – it turned into rhyme.
I had stuffs to say. And galaxies form in weird shapes. I’m sick of rules.
It’s not even 6 a.m. and I’m writing about you.
I was just dreaming about you.
Before that, my every waking moment was you.
Which means, every fucking breath, has a bit of you.
We’re made from the same star stuff.
xo
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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He told me his color was the sky
So all around me all I feel is his eye
He said, look no further than to the sea
So now I feel him crashing on me directly
And now my favorite hue is sapphire
And by the lake is where I hope to expire
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Disclaimer: this poem IS NOT about skin color. Or maybe more an FYI.
Some porn goddess is out there stealing my signature booty move 🍑- but that didn’t stop him from wanting to run off to Vegas with me and elope. I know the feels.
👀
“Wanna meet me in Vegas for a wedding”
“Whose” *twirls pigtails ditzy like
“Ours, duh”
Uhm yes please now yesterday
🤩
K, thanx, bye
He just dropped in
For days missing
Didn’t ask him where he’d been
I already knew then
So what difference was asking?
I am his high priestess
His confessions fall upon me any hour
And do I not rise to the call when he is his weakest?
I am his to fall
So resting now his wishes
Here sins have no power
The gates to heaven are keyless
Looks like love has no wall
He was spending all his time at the mire
Messages got stuck along the wire
And drawing colder yet flame from fire
Eyes perched on devil hands with buyer
Just when I believe you’ve disappeared for good, you’re at my feet whispering “I love you”.
I own a tiny piece of his heart
And I carry it so deep in me
It’ll never break apart
Jupiter,
What are you waiting on?
So patiently in the dark
So far from where I thought
You’re Father Stark
If you aren’t him and he isn’t you
Then who in the world am I talking to?
Where do the tides take you?
Pulling from destiny
Are you hurt too?
You are magnetic
But you are not a moon
I feel me falling
I hope there’s light coming soon
The gates of hell have already been opened
The 7th seal now broken
But I will die loving you
That is certain
The sun is expanding
Time covers your beard in doom
A reminder my heart’s worth saving
Should it pass you soon
He sends me pictures I normally wouldn’t approve
And if I’m lost among the shadow, he’ll build a statue
For even when light is narrow, we make a new noon
For time is like an arrow, space the canoe
And riding now forever, the love we accrue
If we were a map, what would we be?
Would you be part of my destiny?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
He just turned up – with casual conversation and a deep desire to linger on my existence.
Conversation you’d expect a couple that’s been together for 20 years to be having (I just mean the connection- not the topic, that’s irrelevant).
Just flew in – landed at my feet – i love you.
Heaven got a chance to rest too.
For a blink.
But for that moment, I so badly wanted to rub my fingers over his head. And let him snuggle on my arm so I could breathe on his head lightly.
He ends the war in my head.
When I’m not crying over him being with her – or that my destiny is to die unloved on the fucking street.
If I’m lucky I might get a box for my bones.
He wants to do everything with me and all at once
And when it’s over we will start again just like it is the first
Because hour by hour he’s the only who knows how to taunt
He fills me up with hunger, then feeds me to his wants
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I think he might worship me just a tiny of a fraction of a bit 😻
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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I want his confessions on my thigh
Forming in nebula
A library of secrets between my eye
For these desires are molecular
© Delia Ross. 2021
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 love,
You put on the night
You show up in darkness
Then cover me with light
My love,
I know I give you fright
I show up with harness
Then deliver you more sight
My love,
Everything’s gonna be alright
The world is ours to harvest
And love’s the color white
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
That opening stanza tho, right?
You blow my mind!
I want nothing more than to chain you up, blindfold you, gag ball you, and lick, claw, scratch, suck, bite, and tickle torture you, until you’re screaming for release.
Wrong chat? Cuz. I just wanted to make sure the poem said all that. 👀
Sorry, not sorry.
I need to do a TikTok video of me doing a “he loves me he loves me not” with me on each shoulder talking about how “it is him” and then my right shoulder is like “no that isn’t him” but then my left shoulder is like “oh it’s definitely him” but then my right shoulder is like “it isn’t him” and I continue going on with the ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ while pulling petals from a rose for like 30 or 60 seconds, but I don’t know how to fucking make a cool TikTok video.
But ideas.
And then I get to play three different versions of myself , you know the angel on the right and the devil on the left and the me now pulling the petals….
Because that’s exactly what’s going on every fucking day this week.
Not him, yep him, maybe not, definitely is 👀
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
I wanna dream of you everywhere
And I do
With my fingers running through your hair
I come into
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
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*
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
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!
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! 🤢🤢🤢
🤪
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
*The copyright of all content on my blog belongs to me and if you plagiarize or steal from me I will hunt you down and rip your fucking eyes and throat out*
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
Did you see how quickly I was tossed?
But with you, I never left your thoughts?
You didn’t want to see him as my lover?
But I couldn’t take another…
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Did you get my message that popped into and out of existence like an atom?
I’m so proud of you.
Our orbits are stretched so far, but our bond is like gravity.
How long does it take for messages to be received from deep space?
Am I even heard?
I love you. Forever. Always.
Come what may…
Did you know that you’d settle in me like a hundred sunsets, in just an instance, with one breath?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Thanks for supporting the little gal! I’m going through some weird self-loathing stage but I’m sure it’s because my dad died, this pandemic, isolation, depression, nearly getting kidnapped, my PTSD and anxiety on full alert, my hormones raging wild like a stallion, jealousy, and possibly even the fact that I need to get to the store for more carbs and protein for the booty gain rebound fitness diet. I’m out of chocolate. Blasphemy. The great thing about this diet, it includes loads of food. 🙂
Resistance training is no joke. Back to sharing workout vids next week.
Need more protein for the booty gains. Getting ready to add proper ankle and wrist weights to the bounce routine.
I ordered some shiny leggings. I can’t wait for them to arrive. I hope they fit.
Shiny leggings!!!
My motivation to keep working on booty gains.
I also have a shoe fetish but I hate wearing shoes.
Unless it’s Docs.
But I have a ridiculous shoe fetish. So, gonna be updating the shoe wardrobe soon as well!
K, thanx, bye 😷
Was it not the great Saturn Jupiter conjunction that made you fly by?
And when the world was all but sullen, you made the Earth cry?
And if you stopped but for a moment, would our love die?
And are you all I was ever hoping, wishing on starlight?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Once upon a time, I believed in love
*wishing love was real*
You always did stand out from the crowd
Even though I fled the scene during stormy weather
You carried your words like that of a songbird crooning in the early hours
A melody of longing and hope behind a silver shroud
The kind of song that makes you sit down and write a letter
About a love that sprung without any warning
Your voice carried different notes
Inside each line a buried treasure
I keep finding my heart in you
Are you my silver lining?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
When he looks at you like you are the very fuse to which he is lit.
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Big big feels.
Good morning from the land that always shines even though the sun hasn’t risen yet (AKA “the sunshine state”).
P.S. Jim Morrison was from Florida. He was such a California boy I forget that fact. “I dig the south”. “Let’s get tacos”.
Carry on…
Should your arm become my umbrella
The way you carry my sorrow through the storm
And hope is now more stellar
Where love is finally born
Should fingers be the compass
Guiding me to light
So love is the only language
We’ll ever learn to write?
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I mostly freestyle / improv my poetry so I dunno if it’s any good or not.
But I love you
A big thank you to everyone supporting this blog! 💞
My love, why do you frown?
The world could all wash away
Our love would still be found
My love, how heavy is your crown?
For even when the earth is dying
I’ll lift you off the ground
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Starting to remember I have a little bit of worth. Many soldiers struggle with purpose when they return to civilian life broken. Hence the pandemic of suicides on the rise.
I don’t make up the statistics, I’m just trying to avoid becoming one.
He departed her lips like a fading sunset
Flushed scarlet orange
Warm and rosy
Up before dawn
With ruddy cheeks
Matching her curiosity
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
If your kiss had color it would be the sunset…
New set on my OnlyFans. Thank you for supporting me here, there, everywhere! It keeps all this going. You give me purpose. 🎀
Why do I get jealous of another’s bloom?
Does the sun fair her more than the moon?
The way I see for her you croon
Though to my love you are immune?
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
No rest for the wicked, no peace for the lonely…
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.
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. 💞
Are you the arrow of time?
Always running forward and in a straight line?
Do you hopscotch from centuries to read my rhyme?
Are you Father Time?
The way you hold my mind
Caressing every decade like it’s the curve of my spine
Are you divine?
Flickering in starlight
Show me a sign?
A devoted comet passing by
The way you leave me on cloud nine
You’re the reason I shine
Just look up in your sky
Let hope magnify
Let a full moon mystify
You’re the light in my eye
You are my guy
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
So, I’ve been dropping TikTok’s this week, if you’d like to check them out: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeF9h3H7/
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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
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 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. 😇
Am I your angel or demon? A lonely mermaid? Are we now even?
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