Entropy

There’s something degrading about growing old
Detach myself from the world and you, hit entropy, it’s cold
Onward consequence leaves little to ever behold
Still can’t seem to sever the switch that gives you complete control

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Never Worth Trying

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

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

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

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

© Delia Ross. 2020

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Even Angels Fall

I write words for you grander than statues
And still you would tear me into
I collect rubble
I stitch together fragments of time
Your broken dreams are alive
I give them life!
And still you flew

I hold onto your dying breath like a pearl
I show it heaven too
But you are a fool

I told God you are forgetful
You know not what you do
But you knew
Breaking my wings into
Here they are for you

Wrapped and bleeding
Like echoes singing
Needless needing

They aren’t cherished in the places I go
Still I can’t let go
When I need you so

I buried my heart where you broke it
Now it can’t be found
I keep walking around
Searching underground

I have a moral code, it’s angelic
You wouldn’t get it

You keep chasing the wrong lines
I’m writing overtime
You keep committing crimes
I’m begetting rhymes

They are gifts for a halfwit

I know it’s easier for you to slumber in hell
Than chase steps to get well
Heaven’s quite a long trail
I went missing there

I hope one day to find my heart again
My eyes grow tired from what it’s seen
My feet are walking from this dream
A nightmare encasing

I’m not well, can’t you tell?
But like a comet I fell
For you

Even angels fall
Even angels crawl
I am not that tall
Underneath it all

© Delia Ross. 2020

Can you see me underneath the pain you buried me in?

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Invisibility

I look for him in places he won’t be
I’m not perfect like she
I’m not anything
Alive for humility
So tired of suffering
In cloaks of invisibility
Why does he torture me
He loves her infinitely
I am nobody
No one worth to see
I am dying

© Delia Ross. 2020

I wonder if he stopped buying her things if he’d still be seen…

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The Signs

The signs all point to hollow
There is no quarter for solitude
There is no pill to change the view
The signs all point to sorrow

The signs all point to narrow
As one by one I’m torn in two
While nothing gets me over you
The signs all stop at follow

© Delia Ross. 2020

6/3/2020

6/3/2020
6/3/2020

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Swim

He never told her how much she meant to him
Because she didn’t mean a thing
Love she never learned to swim
And so wound up drowning

Deeper yet she tried to wade
To kill the fire that’s burning
Heavy prices have been paid
But what he taught she isn’t learning

© Delia Ross. 2020

The ocean (photo by me @POEETERNAL)

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Swallow

Why did you go?
Where did you lead us?
There are armies bleeding tears which swell and swallow whole moons
Why did you take the light with you to leave us here to croon?
My hope floats on fear all afternoon
Sometimes the darkness is blinding
And always there reminding
It got you too soon
Reason only comes in brigades of sorrow
Where doubt peeks its head at tomorrow
But cowers behind the window
Why did you fall after the show?
Now all the angels trow
There are chains on the month of May
The Earth pulling the days
Our eyes are pulk
You lost your way
All the days are heavy
Like heaven falling on its knee
That’s where we plea
Please don’t you leave!
Where are the steps to find you?
Our godfather of grunge
Our black sun
There is little truth in flame
Are drugs to blame?
You were the sun to somebody, everybody
Every day
We will remember your name
I am the same
Living decay
Now where will the summer lead
Where will the sun fade

© Delia Ross. 2020

Written for and dedicated to Chris Cornell of Soundgarden who died by suicide (poem and photo edits by me @poeeternal) RIP 💔💔💔

Chris Cornell (edit by me)
Chris Cornell (edit by me)



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His Kingdom

I once could feast on him but only from afar
There are continents that separate our hope
His smooth head has been polished by time
I long to run my fingers over his kingdom
But my feet are not wanted on his land
That doesn’t stop the stars falling every night for his love
The moon perched on fantasy
His poems are auras in my soul
God made it so
The storms he brew in me
Where will the rain fall now?
Who will wash your feet?
The way I’ve done after you’ve murdered me
An outcast for mercy
Forgiveness I cried
Gullibility my only ally
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
Not since he banished hope
All welcome but you need not apply
You’re not worth my time
The moment I died

My halls are haunted now
By dreams that never came
And all the things we could have done
Are all that do remain

© Delia Ross. 2020

His poems are auras in my soul

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Corridors

What are dreams but avenues of despair
Dark corridors where he’ll gladly meet you there
But me no he doesn’t care
He won’t meet me anywhere

What are his lies but sugar for my screams
A place where nothing dreams
Where fears are window screens
And cries his favorite things

What are words but bullets for his gun
A web where lies are spun
A hole where I am none –
And he broke my heart just for fun

© Delia Ross. 2020


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White Dwarf

Were you planning a murder?
You assemble letters and vowels like death
Like the mercy you don’t harbor
When I’m running out of breath

Did you know you’d be the executioner’s hand?
Precisely in depth to know how it would land
There’s a crater where my soul has bled
Ashes where your words were tread

Did you plan a heist to gather the stardust?
Were you aware I’d combust
One tiny heart shattered
As if it never mattered

There’s a dim dot glowing
Where love was exposed
There’s a heavy price knowing
My soul decomposed

© Delia Ross. 2020

Clouds

Where am I to go when your words are a maze
They lead to heaven and purgatory
Why do you leave pieces of your heart like breadcrumbs for me to find
Did you mean to hold me in contempt
The way starlight holds in my love for you
I die over and over here
What do you do with the pieces that break off me while carrying you
A casualty of two
You say you want me gone but won’t let me leave
I’ve climbed every inch of these walls
Blood holds them up now
Coagulated and full of tears
I almost saw the sun disappear forever
But now confusion fills these halls
I would die a thousand ways for you
And have
Sometimes my clouds block the view
Oh, and I’m calling too
“Over here, over here, see”
But too many clouds wouldn’t let you do
You stay so far from reach like the moon
Getting close, getting closer, gone
We live in the same galaxy
But my escape velocity is you
I nearly escaped but like an eclipse you appeared
I can hear the trumpets bellow
Or maybe my heart pounding under the mass of you
Waking me from the nightmares you haunt
I scream and hear endless echoes
“Please just let me die”
And die I do only to be born again crying
“Please just let me die”
I don’t know what’s dream or reality anymore
But can hell be any more real than now?
You stripped me of my wings
You plucked me of my feathers
You tell me I’m no good
You say I’m broken anyhow
Then kick me while I’m down
You grab me by the throat
Drag me up with your claws in my vein
You say I stench of love
And spit in my face
You scold me and tell me there’s nothing to love here
So I believe you and stop loving myself
Please just let me die…

© Delia Ross. 2020

I would follow you unto the ends of hell and do, but I can turn around too.

Nuclear Fallout

I’m retreating
Transparency leaving
Transmissions ending
And maybe love will stop receding

I hit the fast track
I’m not looking back
I’ve accepted everything as black
And everything is what I lack

What does it matter if you’re not here
You’re just my world that disappeared
And I made it worse the atmosphere
Like nuclear fallout I fear

And regret deeper than the Grand Canyon
With quicksand, I stand in
Clearly, the wrong landing
And it’s even worse than I imagine

Empty, dry and desolate
With doubts that I can handle it
Love neither narrow or straight
Worry now the heaviest weight

Peel my eye to your silent sky
And why you never said goodbye
When self-worth becomes a lie
Nothing left but to die

© Delia Ross. 2020

Halo

I keep to shadow
I listen for the crow
My every step is sinking
Deeper in the snow

There’s blood on this arrow
Which came from your crossbow
I’m having trouble thinking
My step is at a slow

I don’t have any ammo
I lost it long ago
There’s nightmares when I’m sleeping
You might have guessed it though

I still keep your photo
Nesting deep below
And maybe why I’m clinging
To all I’ll never know

Every step my halo
Has a brighter glow
As if my soul’s imprinting
Further in your soul

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Cold Winds + Mortars

After midnight poetry. Stuff in my head.

Block the cold winds blowing from the north
Frozen in time mistakes keep you from moving forth
Like the heavy winds from the north
You stop and weap
Holding down a crumbling fort
Eight days a week
You carry regret like a torch
Reminder: time is short

After midnight poetry. Stuff in my head.

Open quarters
Small circles
Blown mortars
Follow orders
Closed borders
Such horror

All blurs
No cures
Blood pours
More tours
Four doors
His wars


© Delia Ross. 2020




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Scars

The scars on my veins a reminder of pain
The courage just to continue each day
Cuz living with depression is living under chain
You may call me crazy but I’m rather quite sane

The days are heavy and I haven’t any strength
Every foot forward the deeper I sink
The treatments are barbaric and push me to the brink
Every other year I’ve got another kind of shrink

© Delia Ross. 2020

Sending some love hehe (in case you forgots)
Hi’s
I had therapy today and I don’t regret it.
My first ponytail since the 1600s. Some of my biggest mistakes were haircuts. And ponytails?

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Debts

Been lost in a quarantine daze
Been circling these halls like a maze
Reaching for forgiveness but there’s been delays
Blood and tears the only currency that pays

When will I be released from his prison
When will all be forgiven
When will eyes see a life worth living
When will the stars again be risen

Wondering when my debts to him will all be paid
Reason only comes at the tips of blades
But he was there when I needed aid
Tell me how much a hero really weighs

When will the invisible no longer be hidden
Is there ever a time the truth is written
Will there ever be a day he finally listens
When will his anger be out of commission

© Delia Ross. 2020


I would give my life for him. My knight. Indebted forever. Loves.



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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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And growing this ridiculous mane of mine out…

Tormented

You say praying won’t make a difference
I say running won’t bring repentance
Now your spirit I have lamented
As for letting go, I’ll stay tormented
Walking away, I have been tempted
I’m tired of the endless bitterness

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Happy Easter to those who celebrate. Amateur digiart by me @poeeternal
Amateur digiart by me @poeeternal

Maps To Purgatory

The silence rips across my back
Like a whip of time
My soul swells with whelps
As I feel his belt

How he punishes me
Saline tears, darkest fears
Maps to purgatory

Forgiveness a dark corridor
Making sure that he blocks the door
The words he won’t speak leaves me a foreigner
A soldier in the cold without armor

© Delia Ross. 2020

Completely isolated and alone, don’t expect him to care.

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Final Notice

Hate you with a fever
The way you linger
As if you need her
Yet treat her cheaper

I’m shifting focus
Straight to hopeless
No other motive
Cuz now I’m lowest

I cut the tether
Release the weather
I need some pleasure
Help me grow better

So now I’m homeless
Was that my bonus?
A final notice
These tears as roses

© Delia Ross. 2020

So, I’ll write something with a particular word and then bam she pops up doing the same on her blog. So, I’ll post a particular image on Instagram, and bam she pops up on hers doing the same. And I’m tired of watching him thumbs up her while ghosting me. I’ve blocked them both now. I’m sick of being used and abused so he can sit back and convince all the other girls that I’m the fucking problem while they all laugh about me behind my back. Yet they all stalk me. I’M SICK OF WANTING TO FEEL LIKE I WANT TO DIE. ONTO HATING HIM AND EVERYONE HE KNOWS. HE’S BEYOND CRUEL. I JUST WANT SOME POSITIVE SUPPORT, WHICH I WORK HARD FOR AND DESERVE RECOGNITION FOR!!!!

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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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Across the Sky

The way he doesn’t care
The way he’s never there
The cold that’s from his hand
The heart that’s rather dead

The beauty from his shame
The face without a name
The weight that’s on his shoulder
While blindly growing older

The pain won’t wash away
I love him still the same
I’m bleeding every night
I’m frail from too much sight

I wish on every star
A word, or whisper far
I pray that he’s alright
He’ll always be my knight

The twist and burn from silence
My mind fills up with violence
I scream without a sound
I’m lost and never found

I’m forging my own trail
Where life is simply stale
Sorrow spreads across the sky
From his silent goodbye

© Delia Ross. 2020

An ocean of sadness, the end is all inside us (self-portrait 2020)

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The Picture

What kind of web have you spun
Lying about me
Look at the direction you run
Focused on poverty

The future is missing any sun
While it’s raining
Regret must weigh a ton
Love is waning

There is trust or there is none
The picture you’re painting
Always lying under gun
My eyes are straining

Why’d you let her kill our fun
She’s still in training
She’s the trophy that you won
I’m still fading

© Delia Ross. 2020


Freshly written this AM. All it takes is constant heartbreak and insomnia.


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Replay

He’s only there to watch me suffer
Feeds on sorrow like it’s supper
Winter might as well be summer
‘Cuz nothing stops me going under

Please take me back to the beginning
Where just for once my life had meaning
My head was quiet and heart was leading
And doubt was sound asleep and dreaming

Scrub my heart ’til it’s clean
Love is now a fragile dream
Cracked and broken at the seam
Replay the start, end the scene

© Delia Ross. 2020

Heart broken in two
I wonder what it’s like to be cherished and adored

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Descend

Creature of the night and of the wind
And with his lie my heart will end
I’m just a toy made for his sin
It’s just a game I’ll never win

Long is night without a friend
Hard is trust with no begin
Hand outstretched but will not tend
Though like an angel I did descend

© Delia Ross. 2020

He collects my tears like it’s his trophy.

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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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Blue

He watches over her carefully
She is the epicenter of every thought
Though careful is his distant step
She’ll never see him trot

Part monster, part heaven too
Mistakes go supernova
How quick he catches view
And wishes, he grants a few

If only worlds could once collide
So good will not be penalized
Where monsters have a place to hide
And following wasn’t hard to do

Maybe signs are hard to read
And little feet need love to lead
Maybe I’m not what they need
And maybe skies aren’t blue

© Delia Ross. 2020

Wrap me in thoughts of you until I’m blue…

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Some

Some will call me treasure but it won’t last for very long
Some will say they love me when they never did at all
Some will never see me unless it is to fall
Some will give me numbers but tell me when to call

Some act like they know me but we’re only ever strange
Some move through life cycles but they never really change
Some will give me pieces like there’s something to arrange
Some will call me crazy yet they really are deranged

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Echoes

I let them see my truth
My heart, the reason I’m through
The many ways of reckoning
I find myself askew

I give up all for few
Chasing the dew
The call of his beckoning
Will race into view

I show them my hue
The color blue
The reasons I’m echoing
How much I love you

© Delia Ross. 2020


I love you… do you ever think I’m worthy of love too? I’m lonely. Aren’t you?


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Prices

I give a little still they need a lot
I swing for gold but miss my shot
I pull the thread, they tie the knot
I turn around then lose my spot

I bust through fears like it’s a door
I’m exposing things I haven’t before
I’ve been wandering for ages lost on his shore
And I’m terrified our country is headed for war

Many are choices yet few we can choose
And I wonder just really who could fit these shoes
And I gave him my word and he gave me the blues
And I gave him my heart now there’s nothing to lose

Been stumbling around and lost in a maze
And I’m choking on fumes that came from his blaze
Yet no matter how he hurts me the love always stays
Maybe I’m just broken and desperate for his praise

I hear so much chatter but there’s nothing people say
Yet ask them where they’re going they’ll get back another day
And I really give my all, that’s just the price we pay
It’s like we’re skipping first base and heading straight for the freeway!!

Sometimes I think a bridge is there for me to jump
And an ocean is a gully where all my hope has sunk
Sometimes I’m wise and knowing and other times I’m drunk
But mostly these days I rarely give a fuck

Patience is a virtue and some don’t know the drill
If silence is really golden, I am searching still
He is just a sleeping lion ready for the kill
And she is just a tool to help him seal the deal


© Delia Ross. 2020

LIVING DEAD GHOUL (GIRL), selfie, March 2020

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Angel’s Dust

Sorry for the disturbance
I rub over like iron rust
A thick layer of heavy crust
Right over the heart if you must
These broken wings are angel’s dust

© Delia Ross. 2020

Sorry’s come with sorrow (Self cicra 2019)

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Croon

Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase
Maybe it’s the wounds that he makes
Maybe it’s the patience that it takes
Maybe it’s his love which fills the aches

Maybe I still love him though he’s gone
Maybe I can never move on
Maybe it’s for him I’ll always long
Maybe I will never right this wrong

Maybe he will always make me swoon
Maybe I said I love you too soon
Maybe I still feel him like a moon
Maybe he was born to make me croon

© Delia Ross. 2020

*update* I’ve been super busy making digiart, and I’m excited to begin posting some as perks for my patrons over on my Patreon soon, but I’m also super nervous as well. Anytime I expose my art, there is a degree of rawness to it. I feel exposed. And I’m also beginning to break through traumas and fears over there, where I feel a sense of privacy and safety. Grateful for the encouraging feedback I’m receiving from my patrons too! Been writing like mad too! I love you! Anyway, I hope you like my new poem! ❤


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Forsaken

“Why have you forsaken me, Christopher”
Last words, slipped out from her
On the ground, her wings curled and hurt
Where you’ve been dead since your birth

She could see death dancing in his eye
But he would still tell her no goodbye
Her dark angel, had no wings to fly
He had no soul to cry

He would gather her and carry her to heaven’s gates
He’s made too many choices that came with too many mistakes
Carrying her from the steps of hell isn’t a price he celebrates
And he will walk forever if forever is what it takes

© Delia Ross. 2020


I wanted to write a short story about redemption to accompany this poem, but my keyboard is broken, it now takes 19 days to charge my tablet, and my tiny, pathetic mobile phone makes me want to start a war, helps…


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Misunderstood

There is no life in this blood
Heartache rushing in like a flood
My heart is buried in your mud
And giving up, I would if I could

These streets are lined with people who are down
Yet your hand is never one that can be found
On broken backs you prance around
And forgetting you, I probably should

It’s either burning bridges or half- frozen lakes
And how to get through, I don’t know what it takes
Sleeping pills or alcohol won’t stop the aches
And all your meanings, well I clearly misunderstood

© Delia Ross. 2020


Good luck with her, her, her, and her (there’s 4 of them right?) I’m just tired of being an outcast and a fool for love. Reading your poetry and comments to girls is like falling straight into a cactus naked. I can’t do it anymore. I’m literally going to die if I get one more prick. Goodbye


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An Invitation To Love

I’ll go, I’ll diverge my eyes
And words, I’ll let them die

Please don’t make me believe your lies
As I do, in this moment, all you give me are cries

Please don’t kill hope with goodbyes
Any further, I can’t predict what survives

I am all out of signs
But I’m on the road still drawing lines
I think our love might be divine
I drink your words like the finest wine

But are they ever really mine?
I bleed for you all the time

Do you even read my rhyme?
I feel as if ours collide

But I’ll really go if you’re so inclined
RSVP reserved or declined?

© Delia Ross. 2020

It’s just a freestyle y’all and I cried all the way through it… my heart is going through some tough stuffs and my fear is he thinks I am swine…

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An Apology For My Apologies

I’m not proud of the things I have done
Dropping verse like a hit and run
Settling scores by the inch of my tongue
Belittling others cuz they’re having more fun

I’m not proud of calling them names
Dousing the fuel, igniting the flames
Keeping him down and shackled in chains
Changing the rules without knowing the games

With tiny feet I trample the heavens
But take regrets and multiply by seven
I caused you pain and my mouth was my weapon
I made you cry in multiple sessions

I am sorry I pushed you all away
For the trouble I caused and the endless heartache
For the knife I inserted with every mistake
For tossing stones instead of embrace

I don’t expect you to forgive me
I just want you to know it made me feel empty
And that pound of weight has turned into twenty
And heavier now is this ink that is leaking

I need you to know I feel humiliated
And maybe this apology has been long-awaited?
Maybe none of us are where we are fated?
Maybe tomorrow our hands are less weighted?

My door is always open and you are welcome here
Coming together is what I wanted, not to disappear
I’ve been looking for forgiveness and checking in my rear
And I’m hoping maybe silence is more than you all can endear

© Delia Ross. 2020

So, I’m sorry. It may not mean much. It may not help at all. But, I am completely humiliated by my actions and accusations of other bloggers, and even the comments I have left here or on Instagram. Please forgive me if you can. My head and heart really were confused, and my actions did not match my character. My behavior is\was deplorable. I’m sorry I hurt you.


Regrets eek (self circa 2019)

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Rope

I never know he’s watching,
But, I’m hoping,
I’m hoping on, the rope that’s got me choking
And tighter yet, the courage it takes coping
When hanging from, the thread he strung, starts croaking
And tighter do my hands become from groping
Regrets like knots, have kept love from corroding
Swaying bound, his eyes slowly approaching
Enlightenment may be found with both eyes opened

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Today is my WordPress Anniversary!

Today is my WordPress anniversary! I’m not doing anything special to celebrate the day but I did take some snaps for you! With messy hair and a t-shirt. My basic, every day look. But now my hair looks messier than ever because my roots aren’t matching my drapes. BUT this is the year I am ATTEMPTING to love me as I am. And because I love me, I don’t want to put any more chemicals on my hair that I’ve been carefully growing out for nearly 3 years (the length of time I’ve been out of the Army). Once my ride is paid off, TATTOOS shall become me (I have 3 already). I would like some more piercings in my ears as well! Things I couldn’t do while serving honorably for 15 years!

I gave up lots of rights y’all probably take for granted. But now, I am attempting to enjoy those rights that y’all had that I didn’t have. And some folks don’t like that because it doesn’t serve their needs. But that’s okay too because this journey is teaching me who my real friends and family are. Who my real fans and supporters are. And exposing enemies wrapped like allies. And I appreciate those who allow me room to grow because there are many who are still holding onto versions of me that no longer exist. A narcissist may not be able to change but I can. I just wish I could forget a lot of the things they have done to me. Those things primarily being abuse. Anyhoo.

January 30th is my WordPress anny!
Hi
I need foodz and coffeeeee
Petite little thang but I love youuu

Thanks for the love and attention y’all. It’s non-existent in my real life. And dudes truly only care about the dirty gals. They pass me over like trash. They make me feel invisible and make me wish I had never been born… Or they are only interested in sex. Nothing more. Like, I’m a person with real feelings. But I’m either trash or a sex object, to them, that’s it. Depression is an understatement. What self-esteem? They’ve killed it. It’s a daily struggle to go on, to even want a purpose anymore. I can’t hide the sadness in my face any longer. Disappointment is an understatement. There are no words…

Except, I love you. Thank you for supporting me. For your follows. Your likes. Your re-shares. Your comments. Your pledges on my Patreon. Your encouragement. I need it more than ever now. You matter. ❤

I matter too?

600 Followers today, uhm I LOVE YOU

First off, WOW, my blog hit 600 followers today and I think that’s a big deal. Especially considering I don’t follow the blogging rules, I’m not a social butterfly, I’m wild and awkward, I haven’t participated in any of the blogger award nominations, I actually read your stuff (as opposed to just hitting like on a flood of your post), and my comments can seem cold and off-putting, or instigating a bit, sarcastic or uncaring. Yo, all I can say is I’m a war vet and dealing with stuffs, loads of stuffs, communication in this phase of my life is hard. But I’m out here still trying to share who I am with you and you’re following me, and like that warms up my icy heart. And sometimes you guys leave me comments that really sink deep into my soul. I’m grateful for that and for you. Honestly your support has kept me going through this depression, I’d be lost without you.

Thank you for finding value in me when facing my family and discovering how toxic they were and how little value they actually had of me, especially after getting out of the army after serving honorably for 15 years. I literally had no support. You guys have seen me get emo, falter, fall, get back up again. You’ve let me share my writings with you, even the ones I was scared to share, which encouraged me to keep writing and to keep sharing. The poems in which I thought wouldn’t have much impact actually had more impact on others than the ones that I thought would carry more weight. Some I write as agony bleeds from my pen, taking careful time and precision, others I freestyle as if it’s the last rhyme I’ll ever write. Time is absolutely irrelevant when it comes to the quality of my poetry.

It doesn’t matter if I take an hour or 5 Seconds, the inspiration flows out all the same. It’s just the ones that are always painstakingly hard to write, aren’t always the ones that get the most attention. The ones that I desperately want people to like aren’t always the ones that get the attention. Or, the size of poem. It matters not. I’ve even pushed myself to write 10 word micro-stories and poems, 25 word micro-poems and stories, and 50 word poetry and stories, and you guys have took to all of them really well! And to be honest, it feels great when my mini stories are well-received because they aren’t easy to write. And all my poetry or stories always have a moral to them. A climax. A decline. A theme. An ending. Purpose. I give words purpose. That’s what I do. And in 200 years it very well may be my legacy.

But now is all that matters. I don’t just write for me anymore, I write for you as well. And by that I mean, you inspire me to keep going, to keep pushing through depression, self-loathing, regrets, sorrow, isolation, suicidal ideations, excessive crying, public mood swings, insomnia, rage, confusion, hate, and even unrequited love. Underneath all that you still see a person worth following. Thank you for reals. I see you. I love you.

P.S. I’m aware a recent poem probably hit really hard but they’re just words, I don’t really hate him, I actually want the best for him and love him and I wish he would actually try to get better and truth is I’m just trying to hurt him the way he’s hurting me. I don’t even want him to be blocked and I wish we were following each other’s blogs & Insta’s again. But, I haven’t got past my own insecurities and seeing him flirt with other girls hurts me to the core, like the very center, which seems to radiate everywhere else in me. And lately the hurt has been flowing out like hot magma, but hopefully when the rage cools down, crust will form over the Earth, flowers will bloom again. Because, the hate doesn’t stop making me love him. Death won’t even do that…

P.S.S. A big shoutout to all my Patrons who are supporting this blog, I am utterly grateful for your encouragement and pledges, you have no idea! I so value your support and your feedback, as a writer it’s invaluable, and the privacy of it allows me to have a “safe place” to write and grow with you. But also, I really need the bread money and your support means I can keep writing on this blog and writing is so therapeutic! It also holds me accountable, and gives my life purpose and meaning. Something many veterans struggle with after returning to civilian life. And I really am trying to give you a lot of value for your money, thank you for believing in me! And for pledging! ❤ I’m getting sobby again. I cry over everything but at least this one is a good cry. 😄

The bigger number, the one nearing 4K, that’s WordPress counting my Twitter and Facebook followers (I don’t think Insta is included in that data but I could be wrong).

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First Place

I’d rather claw out my eyes than look him in the face
And when it comes to heartache, I’d give him a taste
If he were the last man on Earth, I’d disappear without a trace
But when it comes to suffering, I’m still in first place

I’d cut out his tongue and replace his black mask
I’d point him to sorrow and long may he bask
Where demons grow hollow where angels come last
And forgiveness is something he never will ask

© Delia Ross. 2020


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Dim

Every tear begs to forget of his existence
My heart still fights but I wish for resistance
The longing now just feels like a sickness
When love came about he left with a quickness

It’s like privacy becomes a crystal ball
Yet who I am he doesn’t know at all
Take his hand you’ll be sure to fall
Will break your heart then hide behind a wall

Courage no it’s not a look for him
Forgiveness now is looking very slim
He haunts my heart like a phantom limb
Show him light and he will show you dim

© Delia Ross. 2020


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heart aches la la la la la

Call To Sorrow

I call to sorrow like a friend
I make him guest of honor
He is the hand I can depend
I trust him like a father

I sway with sorrow in a dance
Lost in darkness in a trance
I hate him first for not taking a chance
I hate me more for giving love in advance

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Hollowed

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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Creature of the underworld…
I don’t like heartbreaks…
My heart is so heavy my eyes cry
I still hurts after all this time…
My hair is fookin’ long tho… almost as long as my regrets…

Ink and Tears

I weaved magic with my pen for him, but still he left

I cleaned poisoned wounds with ink and tears, still he fled

I dropped dreams like trails of bread crumbs, though he ran

I brought light and warmth and destiny, where nobody can

© Delia Ross. 2020


I write you poetry, why did you leave me 💔


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Paper Cuts

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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Mirror

Is is one, is it two, is it three?
All these words written
To whom do they mean?

Is this not a mirror where we see?
Who then is looking back at me?
Perhaps the mirror is shattering

For reality seems unflattering
When all I recall is they were never meant to be – for me

Per chance they were all mine?
We cannot erase time
But it’s hard to patch – this hole- where I bleed

© Delia Ross. 2019




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Angels Among Us

The further apart our severed tether
The more chaos the Earth befell
My wings are burning, we’re not together
And I am certain this is hell

© Delia Ross. 2019

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Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing
Old wounds and regrets resurfacing