I warned you, didn’t I?
I pointed out the red flags
But oh you still believe in words
Where mouths will always lie
You think I am crazy?
Truth is my only mask
Though you see it as trash
I wear integrity as we all cry
I warned you of this guy
But still you open wide
You stay by his side
When you know deep down he is mine
Stones like troops berating
Maybe queen was only saving
You from injury
That will keep you aching
© Delia Ross. 2019
Money won’t buy it all
My love is not for sale
And even if it was
You’d never get a pail
© Delia Ross. 2019
All his life they taught him he is worth what he could pay
All her life they taught her she is worth what they can take
Both have outstretched hands but neither know the way
Both keep writing words but it never heals the ache
© Delia Ross. 2019
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?
Death is going to come like a creature in the night
Everything dies but it still gives me fright
You’re using all your cum but creating stillness life
You think you’re having fun but you’re killing all with light
© Delia Ross. 2019
I am like an eagle
I’m trying to unplug sheeple
I am raising flags on evil
Corporations are not people
They won’t understand
I’m fighting for their life
I’ve fighted for their rights
I’m shining all the lights
BIG PHARMA IS A CANCER
DO YOU NEED ANOTHER ANSWER
PILLS ARE JUST AN ANCHOR
THEY’LL SEND YOU TO A CHAMBER
© Delia Ross. 2019
Another death, big pharm to blame, I’M ANGRY!!!!!
It mattered most
But now it don’t
I could forgive
But now I won’t
I could have cared
But you’re dethroned
I could have tried
But you’re condoned
My heart was soft
But now it’s bone
You could be right
I know you’re wrong
© Delia Ross. 2019
Always using one head to satisfy the other, you are just a tool
Mistakes come and mistakes go
But love is threaded in the soul
You can cling to hate like a black hole
But it’ll leave you feeling less than whole
You can drop the rope and lose control
Or turn your heart black like charcoal
© Delia Ross. 2019
Forgiveness, yo… Free yer mind, give love, more love
Nobody before, nobody now
Don’t follow me, I’m not around
I may sneak to see if you are well
But you will never tell
Who am I, don’t you know?
I am nobody, I told you so
If you’d like me to be someone, I could try
But then again, that is only a lie
© Delia Ross. 2019
First off let me just say, I am a kinky bitch. I am in no way ashamed of my body, even though for many years many people tried to make me feel bad for being petite and for not being made of plastic. You see, I may not have fake hair, fake eyelashes, fake nails, fake tits, fake tans, or fake personalities, etc, because I actually like to feel and sense my surroundings. I want to feel the things I’m touching and the things that are touching me and plastic is a barrier. And so, what you see is what you get. I shouldn’t have to remove my panties to find a good lover. Everyone is so desensitized these days, but not me. Even that plastic vibrator you’re using is keeping you disconnected and from real connection. I’ve traveled the world, I could have bought breast many times over, but I love myself too much to fall for society’s standards. I’m not a slut and I’m not asking you for money but generally girls who remove their panties are in fact asking you for money one way or the other. Whether it be a print or a book collaboration. So I am kinky, I am a vampire, I like kinky sex but I’m very private about my sexual life. I never said the blogger was fucking everyone, I said she’s fucking one person. And living in Alaska doesn’t rule you out of fucking sex.
Stop judging me by the covers I refuse to take off and start seeing me for my actual worth. I am not close-minded. But she is a sex worker, stop fucking being blinded by the shades and wording she is using. I DON’T LIKE HER AND HE SHOULDN’T BE WITH HER. BAD INFLUENCE.
I SAID I KNOW, HE KNOWS, I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
https://m.soundcloud.com/shaylasparxxx/explicit-erotic-audio-spanking-session
Trust and you’ll be trusted
Says the liar to the fool
Lust and so what if you’re busted?
In love and war there ain’t no rules
Do you believe in forever?
I don’t even believe in tomorrow
The only things that last forever
Are memories and sorrow
Out of sight out of mind
The motto of betrayal
The prophets preach to forgive and forget
I’m sorry, but I am unable
You went to L’amour Saturday night
Red nails and lipstick dressed two sizes two tight
His tongue down your throat
His hand up your skirt
Yeah I’m a man
But it still hurts
Slut
Whore
Cunt
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
You had cock on your mind
And cum on your breath
Inserted that diaphragm before you left
Practicing freelance gynecology
Where there’s a womb there’s a way
With you it’s for free
Slut
Whore
Cunt
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
Done it before
Time after time
Refused to learn your lesson
Gave ’til it hurt
Thought it was right
Only fools make mistakes twice
So you sit home
Drinking alone
Empty bottle in your hand
Don’t even try
To sort out the lies
It’s worse to try to understand
You make me hate myself
I know you’re fucking someone else
(He knows you’re fucking someone else)
I SAID I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING SOMEONE ELSE
LYRICS AND SONG BY TYPE O NEGATIVE
SHE’S A FUCKING LYING CUNT
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
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
He has no self-worth
He’s not the best, nor the worst
But pain he will bring forth
And his love is cursed
Truth rarely circles Earth
But it is what I thirst
I ache for a rebirth
Or for a hand to nurse
© Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 1
A Visit From Lu Part 2
Now it is true Lu has been after me since about 1978
Ever since I fled the compounds of those Pearly gates
Restricted to forever yet I castrated my own fate
I fell beyond the heavens to see what love I could create
“Alright, enough with the charades”, Lu had finally said
“Why did you call me here” as he leaned across my bed
And I a child started giggling until my face was turning red
But careful is the food I chew when it’s the devil passing bread
It was in this moment that both our eyes connected
I often wondered how many souls he had collected
Which of the seven sins had the best method
And was the numbers what they both expected
Those numbers won’t mean anything, if Lu can’t collect, both of my wings
Black as onyx, soft as silk, one feather would please all the kings
There’s unspoken pleasures that my feather brings
There’s only one in the world with the deed to these blessings
“First off Lu, I never called you here”
“If I were to pray now, it would be for you to disappear
My soul is not for bargain, let me make it clear –
I seem to remind you year after year…”
And now he knows I am speaking truth
Honesty, it’s what earned my wings of youth
He knows lying here, will never be of use
It is why I’m such a challenge and one he cannot lose
To be continued…!?!
© Delia Ross. 2019
Read: A Visit From Lu Part 3
How are you liking this fantasy religion stuffs? Should I continue the story with part 3? I’ve been sort of taking the long way around, so I haven’t really got to the bread-and-butter yet. 😄
Really dig the last line in the 2nd stanza tho, I did goods there, right? 🤔 Made it worth writing part two me thinks.
Hey guys (it’s Southern slang so it means all), I know I have been a bit anti-social, withdrawn, pissy, childish, and certainly many other adjectives, I am a bit transparent no doubt (and I have been dealing with a chemical imbalance known as depression) but I wanted to thank you for still coming to my blog even though I haven’t been going to yours as much lately. I swear I want to read your stuff and make it up to you, there are many things that I want to do that depression is keeping me from. It literally keeps me from life. Most of the time I go without television or playing video games or listening to music or playing my guitar or reading or any of the other pastimes that normally would bring me enjoyment. It’s full on isolation and anxiety. Thanks for not giving up on me (yet). I am still fighting the good fight. I sometimes leave bad crumbs. I’m sorries. Forgives me? xx
Truth came hard like thunder, the sky opened her eyes, flush with rage, she whipped across the night, striking melodies of discord, a witness to betrayal, an immediate downpour of reason, she licks blood from the spear of doubt, her shout echoes into the distant memory of what was, what ever could be, lies dance in ballerina shoes into neverland, but truth comes hard like thunder. I open my gates to her fury, for she is my sister and cry together we did.
© Delia Ross. 2019
We all have skeletons in our closet
Some wear many masks
We all tuck lies in our pocket
With questions never asked
If any were to audit
They’d see plenty had been tasked
It would hit you like a rocket
The truth would come so fast
And it is as loud as a trumpet
Truth will feel harassed
A sinner of mistruth or a prophet
The unknown is so vast
If only he hadn’t known it
Our love might have last
© Delia Ross. 2019
You say there’s no reason for our unfriending
But why do I feel like it’s always near ending
We never even got a proper beginning
There’s always another you are attending
And here I go with more words of offending
I wish these messages I would stop sending
Or maybe more kindness from you is worth lending
If you are confused I am too comprehending
These situations that keep us from ascending
I’ll do what I can to keep from descending
I’m grateful for you and will go on defending
Thank you for allowing my childish venting
At least you’ll never find me pretending
© Delia Ross. 2019
Street lights are blinding
Friends don’t need reminding
Words are spellbinding
If you try
Why are you hiding
Afraid of me lying
The temperature now rising
That sound is my battle cry
Always denying
Your words I’m not buying
Left us all crying
But I cannot be modified
© Delia Ross. 2019
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