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A new Harvard poll shows that only half of Americans trust the CDC — other health agencies were rated even lower. During a pandemic, trust is critical to the success of a public health response. — Read on http://www.npr.org/2021/05/13/996331692/poll-finds-public-health-has-a-trust-problem Not very shocking that half of Americans think the CDC is full of shit. 👀 You... Continue Reading →
need need need you
Pure as the thoughts I have of him
Fragments of a broken heart
Words can either move mountains or dig graves (a collection of ideas)
Just my love
Broken thoughts, miniature words, endless sorrow
The Moon - a poem + thoughts
Please stop the pain
Let's be real, you don't know love in any manner, you don't even love yourself.
Who will save the sane?
Potentially, the greatest question I've ever asked. A 10 word poem.
Themes of death, possible trigger warning (irony)
Stuffs. Micropoetry mostly. Writings I hadn't intended to share. Trashy treasures.
OMFG freshly wrote this AM for you. A poem + convo + lesson
Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache
Grateful for you and sorries
Truth makes noise (early morning ramble + snap)
Friday afternoon freestyle freeform 🙂 + a few added snaps because it's my birthday weekend!!! 😃
His love turns me from a peasant to a goddess
There's an entire universe in his gaze which heals my wounds and all...
I know not anything.
Bits of pieces here & there. Thoughts. Ideas. Microwords. I feel like watching you smile is one of the most beautiful things I can witness in life. If you can't have it, dream about it. Fantasize. Talk to yourself. Loneliness is a state, not a being. Be one with it. Love. Even when you can't.... Continue Reading →
I want to get lost in you so that you may find me again and when you search for me in your soul, I'll be resting there I'm just going to have a little nap between your heartbeats (c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.
The sun peeks through the clouds, as if he's hiding his head in shame All the pain she suffered left lingering in vain As if mourning the seasons would promise a better day I need nothing more, ever love (c) Delia Ross. 2013. All Rights Reserved.