I Know (Poetry & Prose)

I know that I’m not popular
I know you’ve never called my name
I know I’ll never be like her
I love you all the same

© Delia Ross. 2020

Did I tell y’all I caved after 9 months and broke my New Year’s resolution of not dying my hair by dying my hair Black Number 1 just in time for Halloween? I dids! 😂
My hair is still growing long. Not allowing another hairdresser to touch my hair cuz they’re all just average and do everything I ask them not to do.
Never gonna Botox my lines. I earned every one of those.
For the record, most of the girls that are idolized online have fake long hair, fake nails, ect but this is what guys prefer which is why I have little to no support… I’m “real”.
I still feel like a true goddess, you know, the kind the world has abandoned for being “too good” or “too opinionated” or for simply being “too me”. These snaps don’t show the blackness of the black. But glad to be back black. It’s my favorite color and my mom and sister have the color naturally. Nope, not me. Just had to be different. AKA difficult.
Despite all the enemies made and hate in the world, I recently managed to turn 42 years of age, without one gray fucking hair or piece of plastic in my body… SORRY NOT SORRY. GO AHEAD AND DENY ME FOR NOT MEETING YOUR FAKE BEAUTY STANDARDS.

To him: I love you still so much tho, even when I’m no longer around to say. And you should print these because it’s not true about things staying online forever. I’ll always wonder what life with you would be like because being with you is the only life I want to live… 💞

Still crying by the way. The sloppy, eye makeup running down with my snot and tears kind of crying. I love you. Even tho you deny my existence just like the world and Judus denied Jesus Christ.

Do you also deny that someone existed with that name who got crucified? Or just that fairytale of a bible that man tries to sell you to try to keep you from acting like a beast, tho you still do, but donate to charity or the church or in other ways to ease your conscience instead (to whomever the shoe fits)?

You could try running to me instead of the bottom of the bottle.

You could try acknowledging my existence again.

Fool. I love you stewpids. So much it god damn hurts. God damn these endless tears!!!

Or deny me a third, fourth, fifth, what number are we on my love? Betrayed with a kiss. Oh, Judas…

“Goddamn ye merry gentlemen”


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Love He Sends

I get lost in that eternal longing
Like a lonely ghost haunting
Your words, your grounds, you’re all that I am wanting
The daily daunting
The nightly taunting
In circles, my feet towards you keep walking

Purgatory or desire
Cannot distinguish if purge or fire
The written wire
The lines drawn from hell to higher
A wanton vampire
From wish to liar

His blank canvas, or missing page
Off on my own in fits of rage
The way we age
Can’t face the stage
The chance to talk or just engage
Escape this cage

I’m trying to make amends
I make more enemies than I do friends
I’m sick of bends
How he pretends
How every road has more dead ends
Though love he sends

A modern day, elite rhyming poetess 💞

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Rushing

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

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2020

Me at 5 AM with unbrushed hair. Things get wild at night hair’s so long… (it’s all real too). ((I keep shaving the other side off)). (((I might put a razor to it again cuz I like fucking things up)))
hellos. my studio needs design help.
Has anyone given my new spoken word piece a listen and what did you think?
Thanks for following my Twitch! Open mic night coming soon! 🙂 (but fears, big big fears) ((i iz shyyyy))
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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Tongue is Sea

From the dark comes the light
From the words you write

Light is energy
Like your love for me

Your spoken word is the air I breathe
Your tongue is sea

© Delia Ross. 2020

Photo of the ocean taken & edited by @poeeternal
Oh, hello insomnia

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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

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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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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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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You Are The Hour

Have you seen how the crust on magma will form after your words have cooled?

If you are darkness, let me be your shadow that follows, forming over your shapes and words, the way dark clouds glow in the moonlight

The way a streetlight will cast hope in an off hour when all the world is at a loss

Let me be the faint coincidence reflecting taller and courageous on a sunny day

Let me be the dark umbrage of the wind-tattered and torn tree in the grim of a stormy night (the way your words sometimes puts me at fright)

Can I be the silhouette moving from your lips, smooth and delicate?

If you are the hour, I am the minute (and I mean it)

I walk the very trails you build with words, following them like starlight and making wishes, when I see one falling down on me

I feel every word you write like gravity.

If only shadows could be carried, I’d lift yours up to not feel so heavy

The shadows heaven casts are your words

Reality overlaps when lines are blurred

Every moment that’s now is gone –
But in my heart forever your words live on

© Delia Ross. 2020

Do you ever find my words enchanting?
I’m late posting these…
I’m still alive despite the pandemic growing in Florida…
Invoke me with your words pleaseeee

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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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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

Hi. I love you. ❤

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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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Water

The driest places on Earth, are often near the sea
You must be water, rushing over me
Replenishing
Turning tumbleweed into finery

You must be snow
Not like winter though
Even if you are cold
My love can never fold

You must be the clouds
Where my heart enshrouds
Becalming angry crowds
Why my eyes are always wowed

You must be ice
Clear and precise
And I your vice
Or maybe city lights

You could be a pond
All my love and beyond
It is you I am fond
Growing strong is our bond

You must be a river
And your love like a whisper
In my dreams the best kisser
In my skies the Big Dipper

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Parlance

If I placed within your palm the center of my heart
Would you set it on a wooden pyre
Wrapped in silk and laced with fire
Soot and ashes for your quill of black art?

Would you rather have a table
Burning candles like starlight
Where you’d hold me like I’m life
Would my love you’d gently cradle?

In the parlance of our language
Like lovers at defeat
When I’m begging at your feet
Are these poems here to anguish?

In your heart do I expand
Like galaxies slowly forming
Or am I just another warning
Like the dead who died because they’re damned?

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’ve finally had some time to myself so I could write so here’s another another rhyme and this one was tricky 🙂

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Gush

There are mountains crumbling inside of me
Boulders sun-warmed from your thick voice
Moss-covered limbs reaching for your skies
Cobbles and pebbles charged from your breath and lightening
You belong in these darkened caves
Mining for affection
You are a Thunder God shaking my core
I rattle from longing
Round me up as bedrock for your feet
Walk all over me
Take these stones and build your kingdom
I fall for you
Like a gentle slope bowing
Climb these craggy edges
Claim your territory
I hunger for you
Like a century-long thirst
Come feel my rivers rush
The way I gush for your tongue

© Delia Ross. 2020

Just a gal gushing for his every word…

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Alchemy

You must be an alchemist
Changing storms into words
Are your hands magic?
Touching every part of me
Do you practice divination?
The way you see into my soul
Your eyes must be crystal
Casting spells of longing
You have complete control
I am just fire scrying
Your flame dancing
To your thunderous voice
To your incantations
Your ink must be supernatural
Enchanting my entire existence
For I do not remember life before your words
The sun shines differently now
I see only you
Clawing at my door
Wishing for something more
I am her
The one you wrote into existence
Am I your favorite page?
Or just a closed book collecting dust
My cover torn and worn
But aching for your magic
Open me up once again
Put flame into these bones
Come back to my forests
I am waiting for you
Heal me with your lips
Invoke me
Give me life once more

© Delia Ross. 2020

Lost somewhere in his stratosphere (self portrait 5/26/2020)

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Noble Signs

My love, I have moved galaxies to watch you walloping
I have paused sunsets to feel your warmth
I have stretched across reason to find you galloping
Like a wild stallion to find my court

My love, why do you let doubt cloud the view?
I would build apologies grander than heaven
If it took the burden from you
You are an 8th wonder times seven

My love, every night I rest my eyes on your dreams
Do not chew on regret
For you, my love spans galaxies
Please don’t ever forget!

My love, why do you let the wind whisper doubt in your ear?
You are a spiraling galaxy
Love is in your atmosphere
And it all comes from me

My love, my arms are branches of hope
For you they grow
So long they circle the globe
They were made for you though

My love, the lines on my lips are edges of time
And for you, always these lines
Every crease nestles our rhyme
Here lay the noble signs

© Delia Ross. 2020

So I’ve been on a tiny posting break (but not writing) and absolutely blown away at how many likes and comments my previous post garnered. Over 100 likes and 60 comments on my freestyle His Kingdom, thank you! 😍 My mom even left a comment, how do I top myself? I never wanted to post again and it is still receiving likes! I should just start a new blog and let it reign forever…. but I have other poems I really need to post. I have so much left to say before I die. If I get anything right in life it will be my death. My words can stay with you forever.

Destiny provided by the universe and my love for you ❤


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Vines

I am not wanted on his side of the green
And so moments are missing to never be seen
But lines I’ll keep writing and say what I mean
As forests keep growing with us in between
And lost in the woods is hope it would seem

Sunlight won’t reach beyond regret
And wishing for things you never will get
When you have bet zero but still have a debt
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
He says he’s not looking while eyes growing wet

And now vines contain our poetry
And vessels of longing out on the sea
My side of town he’s always burning
Blaming the sun for how he’s yearning
How he wants none if he can’t have all of me

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Angel

A fallen angel is just human
In ruin
Falling for you
The way lovers do
I’m human too
Forgetting from where I came
My creed your name


© Delia Ross. 2020


My creed your name

I’m getting ready to go on some sort of two week social media detox. I’ll be working on content for my campaign and patrons still. But elsewhere I’m gonna attempt radio silence.

Photons

Has reason ever opened its wings for you
On cool spring mornings
Like seeing the world for the first time in color
The way your blue drapes over the skies
Have you ever seen your slight smile shining like a crescent moon
The way it hangs over my heart like you do
With hands strong as timber
Planting your roots in my veins
I found you so feebly
Why did you disappear so deep into darkness
What if my hand never touches your skin
That’s how oceans form in deserts
The way you planted life in me
From a single drop of your pen
Or the first time I heard you speak
Water rolling in covering my sumits
I need you
You are the air I breathe
Every thought, every molecule
I crush through your secrets like photons do
You should identify as a galaxy
Can you see your reflection in my eyes
There, the big bang
I’m still forming from your words
You could be 93 million miles from me and you’d still only take a light-second to reach me
You can run but you can’t hide from existence
You must find my vibrations through space-time
Echoing and longing for your thunder
Lightning is when you see me
Your voice causes my soul to have earthquakes
The way you make me shake
You are the dark and the light
I want all of you
Like a raging fire ravishing a forest
Cracking open seeds
So life can begin
I start and end with you
You are my forever

© Delia Ross. 2020


Photons

Welp, I still love you. I was soul-sleeping til you found me. I haven’t slept since. Obsession or love, it’s all the same.

Bathroom selfie. Quarantine sucks. And ZERO GIGS THIS YEAR. ZERO.
My dreams are always fucking nightmares anyway…

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Nyctophiliac

When his eyes are wearing me
Can feel his darkness glaring
And from the dark I finally see
Who I am and want to be

Feel the darkness closing in
Crawling underneath my skin
Where I’m at is where he’s been
Where my light will now begin

© Delia Ross. 2020

I propose love’s not a theory. But the person I’m growing into is because of him. My light shines because of him. My dark knight.


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Quarantine day # I forgot. Isolation wearing me down. And these boring ass snapchat filters. Planning a field trip to the grocery store soon. How exciting. I can get pictures of the shopping aisles. Woo hoo.

Trigger

Point your gun, pull the trigger
Kill the need that seems to linger
Blood dripping from your finger
6 feet in, regret now bigger

Cold creeps in, heart is bitter
Mind falling, soul is sicker
Moon outside, glowing silver
All is dead yet you still need her

Peer the darkness, find your face
Feet that fell from disgrace
Second chance, her embrace
Love leaking from these straits

Disappear without a trace
Worry fills empty space
Love dropped out from the race
Wings dropping from the weights

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Death becomes her (digiart by @poeeternal)

Blue Diamonds

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2020


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I would complain about the crappy snapchat filters of late but I’ve been busy creating content for my patrons!
And growing this ridiculous mane of mine out…

All Over Me

He cuts through space
Like it’s lace
This wide open expanse
A playground of fate

He gets inside my mind
With ease and rhyme
Never left to chance
Always taking his time

His words kiss my lips
The way he grips
As if in a dance
Love a total eclipse

Feel him shaking my soul
Every distance we go
How his eyes enchant
While making me whole

My eyes awake still they dream
His love always in my bloodstream
And I alone in trance
Yet he’s all over me

© Delia Ross. 2020

I mean, I sat down to write a non-rhyme so I could describe an energetic kiss but then ‘lace’ appeared and non-rhyme was done for… sorry not sorry.

If I ever stop dreaming of his kiss I will fucking die…

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Luminesce

In love and war
I do confess
I pushed the test

With nothing more
Than a guess
And heart midwest

I kicked the door
With little stress
An uninvited guest

My love an ocean floor
And hope a treasure chest
With his name addressed

For the one I adore
Maybe in excess
Where vows professed

Inside poetry the decor
Words in luminesce
With my heart compressed

His blue eyes an oar
And motionless
Resting underneath my breast

A creed he swore
In bareness
His heart at rest

Did I restore
A hand since blessed
With one final quest

No love before
Now he does possess
The very best

© Delia Ross. 2020

Hi. I love you.

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Abort

People see what they want
Written words seem to haunt
Tossed about there to flaunt
The way his silence makes me daunt

The way the spiral loses gain
The way his tether’s locked to chain
The way his feet are in refrain
The way his messages still reign

I have circled ’round the Earth
Until him I had no worth
Loving him through this rebirth
I hope my pain is not his mirth

So his name I’m calling forth
Keep the compass pointed north
His whole heart as my fort
So this love we can’t abort

© Delia Ross. 2020

My god I love him…

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Together Or Separate

It’s like his bouquet of poetry comes with thorns
And behind those sweet eyes there are horns
Though no matter the distance, love still forms
And together or separate, we create storms

© Delia Ross. 2020


I’m already seeing my view counter drop since he’s been blocked and I won’t be able to keep him blocked long because I need him in my life even if only as a ghost. But right now I need to punish him the way he punishes me. I hope one day we’ll be on speaking terms again and following each other again but he’s told too many lies to the other females in his life… He made his bed, now he must lie in it. And I had to block him because his lack of attention to me hurts so much. But blocking him also hurts. Everything hurts. But when he loves me he loves me so well. The ironic thing is, he has all those other girls but that still doesn’t stop him from checking on me like a lot… He needs me too. Lying won’t stop the need. And all those other girls won’t stop his need of me either. I guess our tether is fatedly attached, and his hold on me won’t release and my hold on him won’t release. I might die otherwise.


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The Great Divide

It’s running deeper in my vein
I’m constantly crying your name
I wonder if you do the same
This feeling I cannot explain

It’s deeper than any ocean
I’m drowning on every emotion
It’s like my soul for you was woven
I’ll never escape this devotion

Isolated in ruin
My hand is always losing
This pain has no undoing
I wish you could see I’m just human

I call it the great divide
This love I cannot define
A story I cannot rewrite
I feel like I may not survive

© Delia Ross. 2020

Petite little thang. Big heart.

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Colors

I dream colors of grey, blue, and red
My eyes open and see you instead
Every image is turned into you
Can’t escape your gravity no matter what I do

How the greys simply tug on my heart
And your blue keeps me from falling apart
How your red is like the blood in my vein
And your voice is the thunder and the rain

© Delia Ross. 2020

Eternally falling for you

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Profess

Do you ever read something and feel like it’s written just for you?
Do you live in the words and get in trouble when you do?
Are they in front of you yet completely out of reach?
Does every syllable leave you without speech?

Have you ever opened up yourself to truth?
Did it leave you jaded and tearing through your youth?
Do you cling to love even if it makes you bleed?
Does he understand he’s the only thing I need?

Do you take a step even if the timings wrong?
Does it weaken you even when you’re strong?
Do your fantasies ever turn into belief?
Does reality always turn to grief?

© Delia Ross. 2020

I’m blowing you a kiss. Catch it!!
By the way, those little specs on my lips are freckles. Yup. Got them everywhere. Lipstick won’t even hide them. I hate them!!!! (Is this why boys never kiss me?)

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A Million Sunsets + My Love

There are a million sunsets in his eyes
He has the deepest blue in his skies
He’s got the mark of love well-disguised
He has a tongue that leaves me mesmerized

He’s like a vehicle for spiritual ascension
Or my absolute end, did I ever mention?
And when our tether is broken there is so much tension
And I swear our love reaches another dimension

He’s the reason my heart keeps beating on
And my pen will never write him a Dear John
Nor when I hide am I ever gone
When I see his face I am seeing dawn

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s the end of the world and love is the only thing I’ll willingly die for…

P.S. I love you

Sunday chills
Like, I still love you after all these years
I mean like, we’re in hell/purgatory, how long has it been? My love for you?
I’ve been loving you nearly as long as I’ve been growing my hair out…
And I can barely fit it all in the picture. My hair and my love.
You’re all I’m thinking of. 24/7. I need you.
Everything’s for you, isn’t it?

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Hawk

I climbed a mountain but there was nothing at the top
I kept on going when the others cheered I’d flop
I kept on smiling even when I had to stop
I swear I love him even more than what I thought

I turn around and he’s collecting all I’ve dropped
I leave him messages underneath the rock
I thought he hates me but we’ve never even fought
We keep on eyeing each other like a hawk

© Delia Ross. 2020


You know that feeling when someone is watching you? And so you turn your head and catch someone staring a hole through you? Now move that into the virtual world and include ghosting. I can’t quantify or verify with absolute proof, but I swear he’s burning a hole straight through the fabric of my soul. We’re in hell, so I can’t turn around but I feel him on my back. And I leave him clues in my words. I live in his words. And I have a brain injury so sometimes I can’t separate fantasy from reality. And I don’t care anymore. Love Is Love. (And I stare a hole through his existence too. I feel him). Tethered.

” I always feel like somebody’s watching me / like I’m part of their property..”


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Fields of Knowing

Do you remember when our words were married
Like hands we were holding each other through gates of a dawning
And our love was a thread to the world we were sowing
Every step, every fall, every poem, was the heaven we were growing
Like a vine, I would climb fields of knowing
In your dreams, I would dance and you would hold me

© Delia Ross. 2020


Sorry, technical issues on the last post, folks (reposting)…


I love you wherever you are, whoever you are, or whoever you become.

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Amnesia

He touched me without ever touching
He freed me by also caging
Amnesia to the lies that were given
Or maybe he’s a dream I am missin’

I lived in his words where I loved
I grew, and I stumbled and I learned
I ached and I longed and I hurt
I still dance and I scream and I thwart

His love is rare like an eclipse
What I’d give to hear my names off his lips
Or to feel both his hands on my hips
Just to be a girl that he worships

© Delia Ross. 2020

I love him so I have amnesia to his lies or truth or fantasy or head games. Love is love.

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Lost and Found

Uneasy is the head that wears the crown
Why do you spend your life sharpening your frown
If you are free then why are you still bound
I’ll drop your heart in the lost and found

The art of deception is found in your bones
Truth rarely covered, hearts made of unknowns
The deeper I tunnel, the longer my soul roams
My love so heavy, I can’t carry these stones

It’s like my pieces are made paper thin
They break apart and fall into the brim
He picks them up and patches up his skin
Now forever I am attached to him

It’s like we’re always nurturing what went wrong
The phone is ringing but we’re never home
We’re giving love but it’s never shown
We’d stick with hiding but our cover’s blown

© Delia Ross. 2020

There’s an inability to connect
Too many barriers
I see baggage carried like crowns
Cheerleaders for every mistake
He’s got a girl on the East, West, North, South sides
Love they all claim


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Earned

On some days my love for him is like the Sun; it burns and burns

On frigid nights and starlit skies; my love still overcomes

On some days I want to erupt like magma; because my patience never learned

On frigid nights with crying eyes; I get what I have earned

© Delia Ross. 2020

How stupid to think he could ever love a girl like me…

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House Arrest

He’s there but he isn’t but he is
Like the heart I’m missing cuz it’s his
And all this need for truth and accuracy keeps me caged
But underneath the lying they’re all the same

I watch the needle shred the rope away
And minute by hour my hope will fade
It’s like I’m drowning on the words you always say
And I don’t know if I can make it another day

It’s like I’m pleading and I’m bleeding through my rhyme
And I’m screaming and I’m needing you all the time
My eyes keep leaking as the sun will rise
The devils’ always dancing to our cries

He thinks he needs them though they never satisfy
Yet one thought of me will make him high
He keeps me condemned to these tears I cry
And neither of us know how to say goodbye

Everything about them is second best
And he keeps my heart on house arrest
It’s like my compass is always pointing midwest
My feet are walking but they’re never blessed

My mind could end it, my heart won’t quit
And others tell me he isn’t it
The message broken, it won’t transmit
I’m trekking on, even if frostbit

I would move a mountain to feel his touch
I’ve cried an ocean, guess it really ain’t much
I know we’re both in hell that’s my clearest view
You can say you love them it isn’t true

Maybe one day you won’t hide your head in shame
Maybe one day you won’t treat love as a game
Maybe one day you’ll feel proud of your name
But if that day never comes I still love you the same

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s a funky rhyme. I feel like a living dead ghoul….obsessed or maybe possessed. My rhyme testimony to my last living will…and the powerful dread of unrequited love. Don’t worry, we all die one way or the other, but this way is the worst.


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Innocence

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Have you ever tasted sweet innocence
Rolling in like soft thunder and how it gently nurtures sorrow
Nothing taste sweeter than forgiveness and redemption from her hands
The way the rain pitter patters it’s like her feet dancing in your soul
Those are tears of laughter now
The sky claps
She’s not a prison, she’s freedom
Your tongue was dry but now it’s wet
Your life was a desert but now it’s an ocean full of life
She has given you paradise in hell
Taste her

Photo taken by me somewhere off the coast of Ireland, circa December 2015. I stopped driving in Ireland to get out and snap this photo of a boat stuck in low tide, with a rainbow appearing over it. Perceptions are everything. How we respond to our environment is everything. Poem is new, photo is not. Still learning life lessons. Thank you Ireland.

© Delia Ross. 2020


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I Love Him

I love him
The way a sunset paints the sky with pink, purple and blue
The way the colors mix over the sky with an arch made of vivid colors
I love the way his words dry my eyes
Or the way his many voices threads itself into my life
I love the way he nestles softly in my mind, covering tracks of agony
The way his sticky, sweet words attach to my heart
I love how tender his tongue is to me, how it glides over my mistakes like candy
I love how there’s an ethereal bridge from my heart to his forever connected
I love how his silence accompanies my sorrow like a blanket
I love the way he loves me without loving me at all
How his living ghost dances with my dreams every hour
How, upon waking and first thought he is there to catch me
I love how his hand has never touched my body but his energy has reached even my darkest corridors, replacing the dust with light
I love how his help indebted me to his heart forever, as if God himself supplied the order he executed unknowingly
I love how lost we are in each other yet found
I love him the way a flower blooms at first light, just like my soul bloomed when he found me at frozen peril
How he scooped me from the fetal position and tucked me in his warm heart and now I go where he goes
I love how he’s never around, yet he’s always around, like the hope I breathe
I love how the blue in his eyes makes my blood boil
How he makes my fears stand erect and puts my courage to trial
Or how the tip of his nose centers me like a compass
I love how he is my north, or my south, or any direction
I love how we are spaceless among the infinite space between us
I love how his words marry my words because we are one
I love how he never tells the child in me to grow up, instead gives me a field to play in
I love how he describes me in his poetry, as if I’m seeing myself in the mirror for the first time,
Or seeing the world through his eyes as it should be, and not how others have made me believe it to be
Oh, how I love that he gives these dry eyes sight! He gives my pulse a rush! I’m alive, I’m alive! Feel me!
I have seen things that make me wonder but none so much as you!
I love how his arms are always open for my return but just give me another day!
I love how his arms are always open for me to leave but just give me another day!
I love how the other women in his life never speak of him the way I do, for I was made for him
I love how I have to step on my tippy-toes to hear his words rise
I love him because I can and will continue to love him as I am, free

© Delia Ross. 2020

Dear Christopher, I have said and behaved in manors towards you that I deeply regret, and I can line the road with excuses or roses, but the truth is, I’ve never loved anybody, nor have I known love in any capacity (and not even in a parental sense) so I’m driving blind basically. But, I know that I have embarrassed and hurt you, and for that I am sorry. I’ve staked unfounded claims, and made accusations, without so much as discussing it with you, my head is messy and confused. I hope moving forward, we can put things behind us, as space is directionless anyhow, and, if we’re real, I’d like to die knowing you don’t hate me. But currently, I don’t know that, as we aren’t even following each other anymore, though I feel doors may still be open. I just don’t want to greet the other side, with that doubt. I can’t promise to stop writing love poems, but I can promise to not embarrass you by private messaging them to you, it’s not something I’ve ever done before, nor will I ever again. I’m not trying to marry you, or trap you, I’m just, at the very least, hoping for a ‘ship’ of any kind, preferably friendship, as opposed to acquaintance or enemy. Ghosting is my least favorite form of communication. Aside from death… Anyway, I think you’re cool and dig your energy and would like to be allowed around / in it, if ever permitted.

Sidefact: Ahhh the romance is still bleeding from me, I mean Edgar Allan Poe died in the streets, NAKED, BROKE, ALONE, and in-love… I have some of his unpublished words tattooed on my ribcage, they were, for his love, WHO DIED (who turned out to be his blood cousin, gross, wish I had known that little detail pre tattoo, but I still love Poe, even flawed, and would have got the tattoo anyway, I just like complaining, OH POE IS ME). By the way, it just occurred to me, in this very moment, that the dude I’m in love with, has part of Poe’s name. OH MY GAWD. 🤓 I don’t know, but I need a moment to process this universal sign… It’s like God’s waving a flag over his head saying HELLO, THE LIGHT FINALLY WENT OFF. As if, we needed any other signs but fuck, whoa, things are becoming blurry, I’m dizzy and drunk in love. Am I dying????? *runs and hides*


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Transmission Unknown

Transmission unknown but the signal goes until I’m no longer breathing
It looks as if he ran away but looks can be deceiving
He is shining in my sky, though it must be evening
And wishes when they can be made, I hope it’s me he’s needing
And maybe when he settles down, my love he’ll be receiving

© Delia Ross. 2020

All those donuts I ate caught up with me
And I now weigh in at 129 pounds
Light as maybe 2 feathers now…
Or three…
Happy Valentines!! I love you!!! ❤
Seriously though I do
Still
Do you think we’ll be friends one day? Or follow one another again?
I would like that, wouldn’t you?
I feel your energy all the time. Is that you? Transmissions received

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