The truth is, I would carry his stone;
I would slay his demons and carry him home.
The truth is, I walk on my own;
But his heart won’t have to be carried alone.
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Lyrics:
It was something that they put you through
It makes no sense at all
If you will let me carry you
I promise not to fall
I can take care of you
But only if you want
I’m strong enough to carry you
Though sometimes I may crawl
Hang on, hang on, hang on
ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhhh ohhhh
© Delia Ross. 2020
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If a dream had a silhouette, would it appear like streaks of gray in your beard?
Or perhaps the shadow of a dream, would look like the hue of your blue eyes?
Per chance dreams took form like the shape of your hands, stretching long like an icy comet tail…
Maybe dreams greet us like sunrises, casting warmth over darkness the way your lips do.
Sometimes dreams come rolling in like thunder, from the sound of your voice, falling into my cracks.
Have you seen wonder the way it moves over the curb of your head?
I have seen miracles grow from your ear.
A moonrise is the peak of your nose.
I have built hope on top of your words.
Did you know that time is my every thought of you?
I watched you suck poison from my vein, and still your back was sturdy from the stones I hurled.
If love were an entity, he came to visit in your half smile.
Did you know that words have the power to heal but yours have raised the dead?
You are the shelter I seek. Let me take refuge under your breath.
One time is forever. So is it once or never?
Dreams, they’re all the shape of you.
Sometimes dreams slide off of your tongue, and get trapped in my throat.
You can’t erase the vast expanse your existence takes up in my heart.
Our love is an eighth wonder of the universe. Move over Juliet.
I have seen entire star formations in your eyes.
If words are forever, my love is permanent.
Dreams are stepping stones and mine will lead to your imagination.
All dreams form like the shape of your face, when moon’s are eclipse, and orbits are bound.
I have seen pillars grow from your words, and ancient beast taking bow.
Dreams are the way you forgive my faults. You put them to rest and tell them goodnight. You kiss my forehead gently.
Did you know, if you close your eyes and think about me, I will find you there? Dream formation.
The atmosphere will change, that’s a dream forming like a cloud, it has mass and energy, and you will feel time slow.
Dreams are the way my eyes caress your poetry, how my feet slip into your metaphors, and whisper goodnight.
Dreams are because I believe in love again.
Even if dreaming is all I’ll ever do…
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I wonder how my name would sound upon his tongue
Dripping off the alter
Seeping underneath my skin
Foraging its way to fantasies underground
Entire oceans parting open
To let him in
Would it flood my deserts
Cover my roots with silky twine
Promise blooms of forever
Listen to a soft reading here: https://tuners.io/tracks/14617
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I hid between the space of
dream and reality
half-slumbered
like an echo nearing its end
I looked over heartache
hanging crooked
like a crescent moon
longing for finality
Drenched in the regret of becoming whole
now armies gather in my hull
bringing doubt
I see and can’t undue what’s seen
wide expanses of disillusionment
How many times must I end?
The foundation of spirit crushed
and gravity is the weight of ego
pulling between my heart and tongue
If I let go I may never see again
the girl you so perfectly drew
and loved between the lines
Or feel in places I have never felt
That alternate reality which houses
every bit of my soul
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I don’t understand this lesson
How your actions leave me guessin’
And your heart’s not where it’s destined
And your praise to her hits like a lethal weapon
I’m not blind, I have eyes to see
And your poetry contains bits of me
You’re running wild yet you’re never free
But I’m moving on, without your poetry
It’s hard to count the many tears I’ve cried
And even harder, the lies you’re living by
I’d wish you well but then it’s me who lied
And though I’m dead my love for you survived
I feel empty, like a hollowed shell
Yet every tear has the weight of hell
If I’m missed, I can never tell
I know your love would get me feeling well
© Delia Ross. 2020
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He says she’s perfect as a rose
Pink is her flesh where she climbs and grows
But does he know how deep her thorns can go?
He makes her petals spread wherever he goes
Her blooms so wide beg for control
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Words needing mailing
Written pages full of failing
Ink filled with non-stop wailing
Paper cuts and agony
The worst of him is the worst of me
Another year and there’s still longing
Silence and solitude
My point of view
Not over you
Where on the page do I write the amends?
And where does one stop and the other begin?
Who takes the step to be a kinder friend?
I take my dreams on up the river
I sleep on the promise of forever
This is the final chapter
Wake me when you’re ready (x3)
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Maybe if he understood the need
How longing is growing like a weed
And in between the distance and the stars that truly listen
I know he’d rather have me in the lead
Maybe if I took the time to plead
And nurtured space like it was a seed
The stuff that would be growing is the energy in knowing
That fate will come to help us both succeed
© Delia Ross. 2020
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P.S. For Chris
He’s magma
Watch him flow
Feel the Earth grow
His words make time slow
His rhyme flows through my soul
Warm desire
Taste the fire
Never letting go
© Delia Ross. 2020
I’m gonna effing melt…. on fireeee
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His words cover me like body paint
The vowels flowing leave me faint
Erasing darkness with a stroke of fate
And momentarily how it’ll ease the ache
The distance closes just an open gate
A place where longing comes with no mistake
Just one more rhyme is all it’ll take
Forever his in the words we make
© Delia Ross. 2020
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His lips are a boat, perhaps a sail
A perfect note, wind to inhale
A float of hope, love felt in braille
Words to evoke, dreams to unveil
© Delia Ross. 2019
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Block unblock block unblock
I can’t figure it out
Got the devil controlling my right hand
And this angel is full of doubt
Follow leave follow leave
I have lost direction
The devil keeps pointing at you
And you’re the object of obsession
Today I care but tomorrow I won’t
But give it another day
Whatever it is my heart is thinking
The devil’s got something to say
Whatever this spell he has me under
I can’t go away
But if he really hated me
He would have blocked me yesterday
© Delia Ross. 2019
All this blocking and unblocking I do, follow and unfollow routine, but he’s never once done those things to me. CUZ HE LOVES ME AND IT DRIVES ME INSANE. THUS POEM ABOVE. I’m sure he’d like me to be on Mars already but he needs to fuck me first. Sorry not sorry. Still loves him.
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He built me tall like a cathedral
I stuck his poetry in me like a needle
Never caring if it was lethal
One’s not enough, give me a prologue and a sequel
And though he took me high I felt like his equal
For a moment he made me feel like I was his people
But he ditched me for something more evil
© Delia Ross. 2019
He once made me feel I was his angel… now I feel no more
He traces over my body
Exploring every freckle like it’s a galaxy
He speaks in mountains of sighs
He travels through my valley’s
Through my depressions and my highs
He lingers near the alley of my thighs
He catches every heartbeat when he looks into my eye
And gentle is the hand that never says goodbye
© Delia Ross. 2019
He once traced me in poetry, now it is only in dream…
Struggling to put words on the page
Trying to keep the ink from turning red
Difficult finding solitude while I age
Wishing he’d free me from this dread
Difficult finding strength just to engage
Pacing around in circles since he fled
Cannot find my freedom in a cage
Does he understand a word I said
Love is free, it shouldn’t cost a wage
But like a war it turned into bloodshed
As if a play he exited from the stage
And where he goes an angel cannot tread
He avoids the truth like it is a plague
And his thoughts of me he can never shed
Just a gust of wind is all I need to enrage
Already mending pieces where I lost my head
© Delia Ross. 2019
I did a soft reading of this on my Tuners account (free to listen, no download needed. Great app by Alex Ebert, free app to use too): https://tuners.io/tracks/13799
The shape of you
Appears in a dream
Like a butterfly of hope
Encasing over me
Like the colors of a rainbow
Love flows in through a stream
And nightmares of us ending
Break away at the seam
Pictures of us together
Paint a different theme
© Delia Ross. 2019
Pull the plug, cut the cord
Your life ain’t worth fighting for
Remove your shield, lay on my sword
Love cost more than you can afford
No love to give, and so I horde
I want it whole, not just a third
Look to mirror, all is blurred
But I see me, when I read your word
And I feel life, where connection occurred
Every single word, goes not unheard
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, unrequited love is wearing me paper thin…
Blood spills over her
Over dead flowers
Lost sleep in the hours
And over things that never matter
“Mina: I want to be what you are, see what you see, love what you love.
Dracula: Mina, to walk with me you must die to your breathing life and be reborn to mine.
Mina: You are my love… and my life, always.
Dracula: Then, I give you life eternal. Everlasting love. The power of the storm. And the beasts of the earth. Walk with me to be my loving wife, forever.
Mina : I love you! Oh, God forgive me, I do!”
LOVE NEVER DIES *sigh* (I still love you)
You never saw it coming my confession
My tongue split your head like a weapon
And my love was treated with rejection
Just a poison to your world you live in question
But I was the remedy already in session
And you failed every lesson
Your mask like glass brought out aggression
When I had been your only blessing
You lost my affection
What is now your direction
Another cheap gal I’m guessing
© Delia Ross. 2019
Do you ever regret it, responding to me on Instagram the way you did, when I came with pounds of fright and courage, to deliver you a special package, that you just threw on the floor and crushed? You knew my heart was inside, shaped as a poem? You know it’s the very moment it died? An angel came to you and you made her cry. Are you alive?
Turn on my dreams, there you are
Wake up my eyes, thoughts aren’t far
Can feel a tightness in my heart
Before just emptiness and dark
Enter my life and now there’s art
Needed you from the start
Connected to you like a binary star
Spinning so fast can’t stop the spark
BOOM! Like a big bang you left a mark
© Delia Ross. 2019
I love you
So give me the stone
I’ll break your throne
Alone, so you can really roam
Then maybe you’ll return back home
You’ve lost your sense you know
But god I love you so
I know you know –
I’m tethered to your soul
© Delia Ross. 2019
Satin today
Tomorrow blade
A mask won’t hide his thoughts away
Closed doors to me are an archway
His absence is saying come my way
His distance is sky for my parachute
His bitterness to me is the sweetest fruit
I’ll put it on my tongue and savor his juice
His walls to me are just another route
Dirt was made for digging tunnels
Demons fall bored so may cause troubles
His desert to me is an open jungle
His masks to me are just more popped bubbles
Stuck with me on planet Earth
The deeper you burrow, I value your worth
The more you plummet, I feel your girth
The more you love, the more I curse
© Delia Ross. 2019
Flying through endless space
Captured by the truth of his grace
And like a moon I hold to his embrace
He must be Earth, gravity is his face
Spinning like lovers in a dance
Energy keeps us locked in trance
Was it fate or did it happen by chance
Love is greater than the wide expanse
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’ve kissed lips that tasted of kings
I’ve slept in halls where angels sing
I’ve ridden sorrow through hells domain
But in my heart is where he remains
In an outpour I bleed out the worst
I expell the poison and simmer the curse
If time were a remedy, I’d drink until full
If his heart were a string, I’d give it a pull
Kings and queens and other things too
Honey, they won’t replace my love of you
Diamonds and roses and even poetry
You may have a million girls but they ain’t me
I’ve been through the pain and through the waste
I’ve tried them all they ain’t my taste
You are stubborn and you know it’s true
The universe says I was made for you
© Delia Ross. 2019
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Give me tools to fix his heart
Give me knowledge to know the chart
Give me eyes to see the part
Give me time to fix the start
Place my hand on his wound
Tell him he’ll be better soon
Make him feel as if marooned
Now our hearts can beat in tune
© Delia Ross. 2019
Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Push him from hope
Let him learn to swim
Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Give him some rope
Let him learn to trim
Hurt him
Hurt him to save him
Kick him down the slope
Maybe then he can feel
Hurt her
Hurt her to save her
Show her under your mask
The end at last
© Delia Ross. 2019
Inspired by heartache and a line from a favorite film, Moulin Rouge: hurt him to save him
Twisted around his finger he has me wound
Like a string, pluck a note, make a sound
Up and down my neck his finger’s bound
Stretching fingers’ out ’til scales are found
Turn the volume up so cries are drowned
Make her beg for mercy where he’s crowned
Dig into her flesh a calloused frown
Teach her that there is no love around
Practice through the night ’til finger’s raw
Make her wish you never met at all
Polish over wounds until they thaw
Making sure she’s crawling down the hall
First there will be pleasure then a claw
Seeing things you’d rather never saw
Open wide fist inside your jaw
Safety here never was a law
© Delia Ross. 2019
His name slips from my tongue
Making me warm
Etched forever in my heart
A tattoo on my soul
The need like oxygen
My mind racing to trace every line of his existence
There in another galaxy
In every possibility
Give it to me
Freely
My spirit circles your trinity
Take me to infinity
On your pages
From your tongue
In any manner you can think of
Life before had never begun
My fantasies are reality
That’s why I feel the need
You exist in me
I don’t need eyes to see
You clearly
So every idea is living too
Every thought there’s more than two
In this realm or the next
On planet Earth you are still the best
I send them far and I send them wide
These dreams keep me occupied
Wow, we live so many lives
In some I am your wife
In others you have died
There are realms of goodbye
They always make me cry
Because you are alive
And I need you by my side
Or at least without a divide
Close my eyes, dream of you
Lost in the twilight of your blue
Take my hand, see me true
Understand my heart too
There you are seeing me
And it comes so easily
Taste your lips, I feel free
Trace your heart with my energy
Fertile hands, seeds of love
I give you everything from above
Look at all this space to soar
Free your mind, feel me more
Open every single door
I never felt this much before
Vulnerability is every asteroid
But still life forms from what’s destroyed
You teach me everything
You are higher than a king
You are the very existence of my being
© Delia Ross. 2019
I am going to attempt spoken word freestyle soon, and drop it on Tuners.
I have been all over the world but I have never been in you;
I would give it all up for an hour or two…
© Delia Ross. 2019
Wish I could take his face in my hands gently, look him in the eye, and touch his nose with my nose… and then maybe he wouldn’t stay mad at me for being stewpids. That’s how I want to say I’m sorry to you now.
I am all the sweetness of a berry but I show him the sour of a peach
It seems my bitter tongue keeps him at a distance I can’t reach
If I could just learn a language that he and everyone speaks
If he could see through the lows where I have amazing peaks
I wish I could talk to him with my body
I could show him I know joy and naughty
I could kiss his lips and not feel a zombie
I could smile for him and not be so rowdy
There are so many things that I want to say
But my anxiety always gets in the way
And maybe if I had just one night
He could teach me so I could get it right
© Delia Ross. 2019
Writing this made me remember the nicknames my bestfriend (who died by suicide at age 13) and I had for each other, CREAMPUFF & JUICYFRUIT 😍 and we would say to each other, “you are my honeybun and I want to lick all of the cream off of you”. 😊 I LOVE THIS MEMORY. I was her “creampuff” *giggles* I am still sweet like that in the real world, away from a screen. Shy and nerdy but also a sexual beast. I keep showing the beast. But honestly, I can’t help it, it’s like my hormones are 13 again… Men go through their sexual prime early in life but women later… Like me, now. Send chocolates.
Is there a place in your heart nobody has been?
Will you take me to it and when?
Has real love ever touched your skin?
And when you’re done with lust can you trade it in?
Is there a hand that ever loved you true?
Because, I’ve got two that can love you through,
Baby, you were made for me, and I for you.
And when our hearts connect, life can pursue.
Have you ever found a home in a soul?
Has anyone ever made you feel whole?
And if I were to give you complete control,
Baby, just tell me, when can I enroll?
© Delia Ross. 2019
If perfection did exist, it is the shape of his lips
It is the worlds flowing from his fingertips
It is his absence then full eclipse
It is his compassion for hardships
If perfection were a thing, it is the way that he can sing
It is the poems that he can string
It is his darkness with a spring
It is his breath under my wing
If perfection were in my hand
My love he would command
He would be the promised land
And it would be where you stand
© Delia Ross. 2019
His eyes are tunnels to my soul
Oh beautiful boy, one glance turned my heart to putty
The way you rush in makes me whole
Oh honey, you make my blood hurry
Like a hot fire on a frigid night
I howl and ignite
© Delia Ross. 2019
Every inch of him is a galaxy unexplored
And every day he is more adored
I want to drive my tongue over
His peaks and valleys and lows
Let’s explore another language that nobody knows
His mind is a multi-verse
I need to immerse (and for better not worse)
His tongue spans light-years
Where I wanna disappear
His words blow me out of here
His hands are mountains I long to climb
Forever and through the ends of time
He is all the energy of a massive sun
And for him I do burn
He is the seed, he is the soil
He makes my blood boil
© Delia Ross. 2019
My desire and longing spans the ends of space and even that reach does not quantify my love for him. Which, is why space is infinite, oddly. Coincidence? Nope. Science and love are hard to comprehend at times, and that is where faith comes in. Sometimes, you just gotta believe… ❤
I can feel you wherever you are
Light and dark matter woven into my soul
Spiraling through the fabric of all that we know
And travelling through the spaces we’ve still yet to go
And the distance to our star isn’t that far (just look to your heart)
© Delia Ross. 2019
I want to stargaze him, let me camp under his heart and look to his blue skies and cast wishes on his lips for all eternal…
“My angel” words smooth as satin slipping from his tongue
Her wings of despair went flying in the air and love deep into her lung
“My queen” tattooed on her heart and there his creed was flung
“My darling” were the sweetest words she had ever heard sung
Whatever he called her, it made her feel loved and young
© Delia Ross. 2019
“If only I were as pretty and adored as she…”
Have you ever been loved? By someone like her? The one you casted aside? Me? Have you ever loved at all?
“The greatest thing you can ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return…”
I was in search of healing
My wings damaged, my knees in kneeling
A war with a monster, I never was winning
Narcissism will keep your head spinning
I was cleansing the root of my soul
I was tossing those sins in a hole
I was stitching my heart to feel again whole
And a couple years passed would you know
But one day there he was, I noticed, oh yes, I noticed
His crown dragging behind his feet, it was a bust
I’m not sure if it was his sin or a thick layer of dust
Maybe it just hides behind a wall of his lust
I heard him mouthing words from his tongue like thunder
Such fury, where does it come from, I still wonder
Crashing down curiosities is where I fell under
I slipped into his words, then love, and I became her
I remember the day I left him a compliment
I thought it was a bomb the way he responded
My hand was bitten and he was so blunt
I still stick around but he is on the hunt
Sometimes I would find pieces of me in his words
The dinner bell rang and we rushed in like buzzards
Little seeds of hope we would nibble like birds
There may have been red flags but we ignored all the hazards
Like favorite pets except for me
I come around, he gets angry
But I still don’t know how to leave
It’s impossible, I love him you see
© Delia Ross. 2019
Does he hate me because I see through his mask, or because I see through his mask and still love him? Maybe, just maybe, I’m not a bird he wants to eat? Or does he hate me because I stole her shoes? I’m not giving them back, they fit my feet and I have tiny feet. I found my missing slipper, gosh dang it, he needs to get over it. They’re mine now. MINE I SAID. Just like I belong to him, he just doesn’t know it yet. He is lost. But I found him so I’m hoping he’s only half lost now. Knock knock, Neo, it’s me, the one…open the door
I dropped a thread on Tuners Radio under my pen PoeEternal about unrequited love + a short original poetry reading on Tuners, have a listen now (free app to listen and use): https://tuners.io/users/POEETERNAL
So I’ve committed to using Tuners more, as I said before recently in a blog post. If you’re unfamiliar with it, it’s a great app to use, and you don’t even have to download anything to listen/tune in. 👍
*UPDATE* Jena Malone left a beautiful reply today, she is a queen (I’m certain you’ve seen her in a movie even if you’re not aware you saw her in a movie).
What islands must we breach, in a faraway dreamland, where the habits we keep, are safely out of reach, and the love we share, is a language we can finally comprehend?
What mystical gardens must we sow, where joy and hope is the grain that we grow, and your hand is the vine, connected to the very root of my soul?
What maps must we hunt, what fear do we uncover, that leads me to the forest where you are my lover?
What secrets do we bury, so your mask is less heavy, and my shadow will feel more like a friend not in a hurry?
What ship must I sail, on what troubles do we travail, will you follow me out of hell, can you live to tell our tale (what if I fail)?
What skin must we shed, what sorrow do we part, show me through the doors, that will lead to your heart, past the halls of the longing, through the deeds where we get our first start?
© Delia Ross. 2019
I need him so much it actually hurts…
You could give me gold, I am sure it’s what most want
But it will never satisfy, no matter what you flaunt
You can hide my eyes, but can you stop your voice
The one that’s in my head and loves without a choice
If I were to show you what is underneath my cloak
Do you think that you would like me, even when I spoke
You could send me flowers, anyone can do that
But the words that you’re writing, makes my heart so fat
You could take me places, but I’d rather be at home
The depths in your eyes are the streets I want to roam
You could play me music but what I really want to hear
Is your voice leaning in and whispering in my ear
So the things that I want isn’t much this is true
Because the only thing I want is to be alone with you
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’m not asking for much, I just want it all because you are everything and all I need (all I really want is my guitar and you) 🤓
Trying to reach him is like trying to reach a star
92 million miles away but still close enough to scar
The further the tether, the closer we are
But when it comes to his love I never reach far
The Sun never sleeps but he is missing from the night
Yet there are days when it’s best he’s out of sight
The Moon has phases where she hides from his light
But when they are united, heaven shines so bright
© Delia Ross. 2019
Eclipse of my heart…
If I were capable, I would build him a boat,
He could sail through the storms, I seem to evoke.
He could cruise through the wind, and never lose hope,
And the distance we keep, would not feel so remote.
If I were capable of obtaining perfection,
In the mirror, he would see my reflection.
If he could believe, that he made a connection,
Maybe he could see, I am trying to change my complexion.
If I were able, to shorten the distance,
A home in me, would appear into existence.
He could visit me, at this very instance,
And the safety he seeks, would never go missing.
If secrets we keep, would be less of a burden,
I would reach into where he seems to keep hurting.
I would pay with my life, to open his curtain,
And the life that he seeks, would not be uncertain.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Her hopes take flight, it catches starlight, it rides the night, it gives her dreams sight, for his love she will fight
He knows not his creed but it is burned to my tongue-
Like a tattoo by fate, open my gate and come
Please need me
I crawled on when my hope was gone
I saw sun but my eyes were burned
I found love where the hand was numb
I gave love when it would not come
He writes the most beautiful poetry
And I want to organize them into little treasures for my mind
An instrument of the finest wording and it starts with his rhyme
Pluck a note from me, as I’m slightly off key
It doesn’t take much to tune me when his writing is my shrine
He intoxicates me better than the finest wine
His words should come with a sign that reads, “do not engage”
So innocent was her love, so pure
The bouquet of poetry he would write would allure
It was love of this she was sure
In the afterglow of words she felt secure
Want a dose of paranoia mixed with anxiety? Well, if he is her and you are me and they are them, then who the fuck is she?
He doesn’t know it but he is a giant in my heart.
He was unaware of her worth
But there was something in her eye
And the look was divine
And it tasted of desire
Love sprung from the Earth
Everyone seems to be living such wonderful lives and I just want to hide in his eyes
He comes back for my love
When he’s lost his reserve
Just as I am giving up
Most days my soul is suffocating
Bouncing up and down
Flipping and flopping
Gasping for air
Frantic and in despair
Where is the life?
Silence brings violence
He’s not quite 6 feet but every bit iron foot
Just because you think I’m perfect doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell me I’m good. Just because you don’t think I’m worth it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t tell me I could.
Death didn’t hurt. Everything else did.
He moves fast through my heart like rapids…
What I would give to be shifted to number one.
Love goes on through the seasons.
© Delia Ross. 2019
If there is a world where I exist
Please visit
I am a rainbow just waiting to get sunkissed
Like a solar flare my moods can get explicit
But it is through destruction where life has risen
And now you give love a speed limit
And you tie a ribbon of shame around my spirit
You label yourself “critic”
Where once a safehouse requiring no picket
I’d enter, I’d rest, and my dreams were so vivid
I’d cry and I’d dance and I loved you every minute
Your love was a sticky mist
I inhaled all of it (give me a fix)
© Delia Ross. 2019
He is part of a world I wish I was in
The story is open, the pages are thin
Love is where I’m going but it’s never where I’ve been
The road is full of obstacles and requires some discipline
The clouds passing by bring a current of hope
The fog dissipates with all of my mope
The sun bursts with a new horoscope
The sky is a blanket where my sorrows can cope
I took my depression and left it in a back alleyway
I may return for it again someday
And when my fears visit, they’ll arrive in a beautiful bouquet
And if you ever forgive me, that day will be a permanent holiday
Set the controls to where my heart is churning
Look all directions, you’ll see our fire burning
There is never a day for you I am not yearning
Some practice of forgiveness is worth learning
© Delia Ross. 2019
I lied though, ‘cuz he is really my favorite poet. I can feel him inspire every little fiber and molecule in me… just saying.
“Stop! What are you doing?”, he demanded an answer holding a look of shock
Her face stained with black mascara and fear so thick she could hardly talk
He kneeled down beside her, their eyes in a gridlock
“I’ve learned you are the one and now it’s time to walk the walk”
Lips connected and fate started their heart clock
Love beats on…
© Delia Ross. 2019
A sad beginning with a happy ending. The middle is now. Unwritten.
Her wings wrought from sorrow, stained with regret
And if there’s any forgiveness, he hasn’t given it yet
If love had a mirror it would reflect his spirit
If any hand were worthy, his has merit
She wraps her wing around his heart
She prays it helps the pain depart
It is not a solution but it is a start
Even angels are known to break apart
She awaits quietly in silent prayer
As she tends his heart from its despair
There is no love that can compare
She plucks out bad feathers showing wear and tear
She shuts her eyes and makes a wish
She simmers any flames of anguish
So love may again feel its warmest
Where for him it was found coldest
© Delia Ross. 2019
I’d remove every feather if it meant never hurting you again.
When your ink drops my soul will splatter
Like a ripple in spacetime, you matter
You are the one my dreams look after
Where reaching you only requires a ladder
When I hear you speak the Sun rises
And my love for you comes in all sizes
Your kiss is the best of all prizes
But your eyes are the best of all horizons
© Delia Ross. 2019
That boy does something to muh. I prefer to focus on the good stuff. Even tho he hates me…
Just as you are about to settle in the dark, and mount ontop of fear, he will appear, like emergency lights, to make everything alright, to build a boat from hope, it takes two to build one heart.
© Delia Ross. 2019
Tuck me into twilight
Let your lips touch my dreams
Your love is the skylight
And hopeful are its streams
The Moon is a spotlight
Where you can find my love every night
And every star in the sky –
The amount of times you made me sigh
I love you through all eternal
I will always be your angel
Unto you I will be faithful
This love is yours to cradle
© Delia Ross. 2019
