It’s like we’re moving stationary
Still caught up in the past
The topping on the cherry?
Humanity is coming in last
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The moon gives me tilt
Seasonal travesty
Without any guilt
Go stand on her
I will give you lip
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I should be sleeping. I’m not.
You got plans to go back to the moon in a decade huh. Gonna take ten years to manipulate the data/crowd.
Besides, April 2029 / the final time
Apophis is probably just an atom bomb
We probably bombed the moon
We probably bombed Mars
They can’t stop bombing earth
I’m probably closer to the truth than you are to standing on the moon
NASA is a scam
Stop taxing me
I can’t wait for the space shuttle to crash into our beautiful ocean – destroying sealife
It isn’t “in space” it’s “free falling earth’s gravity”
Fuck you
This is a special Christian thrift store – you can only visit X amount of times to shop
But anyone in the world is allowed to shop free there (free shopping, I know it’s weird)
I never know what I will find and there is a 25 item limit each visit. The Jeep was stocked.
One worker said, “I got a bag fresh in if you want it” cuz I had found a cool vintage wicker basket and they thought I’d like this. They were right. In fact, I’ve been looking all over for something but didn’t like the plastic junk currently out there. Universe said “gotcha, know just the thing you need”. Precisely.
Zero holes or tears. Zips correctly and without aggravation (thus far). I think it might be insulated and for kitchen/food use… not what I’ll be using it for. Or will I? 🤔
Also scored a full size Cannon quilt – these thing’s don’t ever run cheap
It’s comfy and making my terribly uncomfortable bed more comfies. It’ll fit the Jeep when I’m homeless again. I already put it through the wash. Need some sheets to match. Love the colors. Not too thick for Florida. Absolutely nothing wrong with it.
Also scored a hardback dictionary from back in the 70s, before the timelime was switched.
A book I’ll understand.
And got this magical purple velvet box with an angel inside – and one of a kind – she’s resting on clouds – but the art is painstakingly done on the inside of the ornament (I mostly wanted the box)
Purple velvet box with special ornament inside
Because it’s glass and has a mirror effect, it’s hard to get a picture of…
She is special and resting on clouds. I don’t know how to get a better photo. All you see is me in the reflection. Inside under her contains this note.
But the wicker basket was a nice find. I mostly cared about the basket.
Inside was three all cotton embroidered Christmas hand towels from Thailand – along with vintage soup with hand drawn art on it. Vintage.
I removed the soap and washed the towels and cleaned up the wicker basket.
100% cotton Christmas embroidered hand towels from Thailand
Vintage art soap from Thailand (my guess is this was also hand painted)
There was also non-edible cinnamon bark with decorations inside with the towels and soap.
Vintage handwoven wicker basket
Got 2 matching sets of 100% all cotton bath towels
And a couple plates
A ceramic spoon holder (now in the wash)
Some clothing like sweaters and nice fancy t-shirts
A small petite robe by Pink
A very long and beautiful crotchet table runner with my small dream home and a tree
Also this paper tablecover and a little Gospel of John propaganda book about the story of God
It’s a special thrift store and can only be visited a certain amount of times.
Anyhoo. The cost is absolutely free and it’s not junk. I’ve been all over town trying to find a bag.
Online too. God hooked me up. Special delivery fresh in. “It just arrived, thought you might like it”. I absolutely did. God bless. I didn’t know I needed a food delivery bag, but hey, have you watched made in heaven yet?
I don’t know if it’s a food delivery bag, but it would work well for picnics and things like that or to put in the back of my Jeep in the trunk area and put items in it like groceries
You could store blankets and things in it. Love my wicker basket and black travel bag! Absolutely great to store the groceries to and from! If that’s what I’ll use it for…
Mikey didn’t know what to do with the shovel. I’m in a similar boat.
I have things part of my purpose that I haven’t sorted yet.
I don’t know how to store and organize the important things.
Got 3 important boxes. All varying sizes. Velvet and satin lining. Wicker woven. Black potentially insulated. Do I keep the ornament and box together?
I thought that little wicker basket would be great to store my pads and tampons in, but surely there’s a better use for it than that…
Already washed and put out… love that all my towels and blankets are cotton! (Synthetic fibers are highly flammable and hard to put out)
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He is a dark forest
Prowling with possibility
His light unbeknownst
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
It matters not where I stand
How far space can expand
You are the center
Any direction, soul will surrender
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I don’t think it’s freewill at all
But love was always the anomaly 👀
And some things will never change
Do you think when I’m reprogrammed that I will still love you? The way I still love you?
Nothing’s been the same since you jarred me awake
To play cat and mouse?
Bored?
😩
Why did you leave me in the forest
Now these lands are swamps
With soul sorest
Dead tree as prompts
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I don’t know how to hang on to those who want to leave
I’m like a black hole with gravity to help them go
Weird dangerous events keep happening around me
Like glitches in the matrix
Like something keeps alerting me
I’m not understanding the messages/codes
The world is ending
This though I’m certain
But the 1% are racing to get off of this planet because Apophis is on her way to Earth
The Great Filter is among us
Earth is the hardest lesson in the galaxy to learn
Where will your soul be at your end
What level of consciousness are you stuck on
I’m in an alternate timeline
I’ve also known major events to happen before they’ve happened all my life and small events too
Are you asleep or part of The Great Awakening?
“Are you alive and have you been born”?
We will never be able to leave the galaxy or the solar system, not in this form
I love you!
It’s electrical
Like a heart
And black holes
Pupils of the dark
The iron in our blood
Light from the stark
And hope
Galaxies built like an ark
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
He’s the zone of avoidance
Darkness so thick
No clairvoyance
Light it travels quick
Set to destroy us
© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal
Did you know that I am a Leo? Ruler/ leader of all the signs.
Facts!
Storms take on the form of a spiral
Helical
Like a liar
Your energy
It must be viral
I’m running circles
An endless cycle
© Delia Ross. 2021
Was just having a bath thinking how water must be similar to a black hole and vice versa – The Fibonacci sequence – galaxies – how storm clouds on Earth are the same as a gas giant like Jupiter- it’s the same patterns and makeup. Snails. Biology. Poem. 🤓
It’s hard for me to even understand the concept of a black hole but I’m trying to with water.
It drains
👀
So do galaxies.
Where does all that gas stuff go?
The multiverse?
Because I’m believing more and more in a multi-verse than a big bang.
I’ve only just now understood that Jupiter is two times farther away from us than the sun, which is why it looks so tiny.
I thought Jupiter was just smaller but I knew it was far away I just didn’t realize it was that far away
👀
So what they gonna do when they reach another galaxy?
Give them a bible and start the same routine? Burning people at the stake for not believing?
Fear, it’s molecular now innit.
😑
You changed me
When your photons
Interrupted my guile
And replaced my wrongdoings
With an infinite smile
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
75K poetry! 😻
Thank you for your light! 😻
I am a particle detector! 😻
Did you know that your photons, your light, will travel on through the universe forever?
Just like my love for you.
I love you forever!
My prompt was the song “Willow” from the film High Life
Willow
You give me electric surges
From half-dead
To sudden urges
Like a tsunami rushing
The need is urgent
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
Better than coffee, slippery when wet oh wait, wrong analogy 😋
You do more than perk me up. Carving new channels of longing…
Are we still talking about coffee? I really need some coffee. You know what I mean? COFFEEE
People get addicted to coffee and people get addicted to people. But people addictions are way stronger. Like I don’t see people dying by suicide because they didn’t get Starbucks today.
I suffer from depression and I realize in hindsight that’s probably a tacky thing to say but it’s true. Like I can go days and days without eating and it’s cool, like no big deal, fuck life, but make me go one more day without love and nurturing and like oh my God, I’m ready to f****** die….
Chemicals. 😏
I mean, all of this, all of creation, over some fucking gas. It’s mind boggling.
It’s energy though. Manifesting itself in the most beautiful and cruel ways.
Ever notice how everything is always falling downwards?
Gravity gravity, I’m not talking about no apple falling from a tree.
Sagittarius A* – that supermassive black hole in the center of our Milky Way galaxy that our Sun is orbiting. *bites nails*
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I’d give you the sky
Eternal arched holy rainbow
Darkness say goodbye
Hello eternal rainbow
To keep hope held high
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I feel like I’m falling behind. Consistently, like I’m falling behind. Is this what swimming upstream to your death feels like?
We’ve now moved into a realm where the possibility of Planet X is high probability.
We’re 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than we’ve realized. We’ve also found out that our distances were way off, they are using new methods to calculate distances. Things are closer to us than they appear. Like in our rear view? And do they ever account for that? 🤔
Maybe the ending of “Is Genesis History” is not so ridiculous after all but I’m still obsessed with that movie, as I am dinosaurs, and that film talks about all sorts of cool shit. Like how old the Earth actually is based on the calculations of the rock formations on Earth and these are scientists. Eh, as a Generation X, I have found that everything I was taught growing up was a f****** lie. I slept through most of my life, plugged into The Matrix. I tried to free many people but have since learned that just like in the film many people want to stay plugged in. Bah. I’m too tired or dead to give a shit. But the animals, the trees!! *sobs* I feel Earth’s gravity tugging on me. Or maybe it’s that giant f****** black hole in the center of our galaxy that’s lurking and I guarantee you come the next update we’ll find we’re even closer to it.
next Apophis flyby APRIL 2-0-2-9 / the final time / the end my friend is not near / the hour in fact is quite here (-)
I hope I get to kiss you before the end of the world
I loved you before the mountains moved the current
When butterflies were lilies and love was all they wanted
Like nebula of longing, how galaxies are started
You and I forever the moment we both parted
My love exists after rivers do run dry
Or even as Apophis is greeting us in sky
Even when you’re gone, I can still feel you nearby
And you turn into diamonds every single tear I cry
© Delia Ross. 2021 @poeeternal
Just an FYI, I released loads of poetry and TikToks over the last 6 or 7 days and I will be working on content for my Patreon and OnlyFans this week!
I will be busy in my studio working, but not as visible online in the social media world. I’ll likely post updates, I normally do on my Insta.
With-that-said, I hear your pleas and cries for my time and I am working on setting up a Discord server so we can chat like once or twice a week. I hope to get that info out sometime this week.
And, if time permits, I may try making another trendy TikTok. Have you checked out my channel yet?
I sat down to write a non-rhyme and this fell out (for you).
I see things as they are. As they should be. But not always with mental clarity. Sometimes my mind and my heart have to catch up.
You know the blood in my vein is a liquid. A mineral. Iron. Technically, plasma? Blood is energy. It’s what drives my body. It’s my fuel. Like our Sun. Energy. Always moving. Even at rest. It’s moving. And it turns into a solid at death. It is matter. And my brain dumps loads of chemicals into my bloodstream. But never so much as when I see pictures of you or hear your voice. Your deep rumble in my vein. It drives me insane. You drive me insane.
And I don’t like you writing for other girls. 😔
Like, die in the street nakid kind of madness. I’m going mad. Yet, I keep reading your words despite the ache. There’s very few people I give my time to, and I digress, every thought contains you. Are you okay? Are you happy? I already know you have the love of all the world (except the ones you worship who only see you as a number, and even worse the ones you allow to use you).
So I tried burning all the bridges.
How did I do?
*drowns in ocean*
I can see your face under water distorted. I hate me too.
I was never enough for this world.
I know I’ve made a lot of enemies on my road to death.
Thank you to everyone out there supporting me and not stealing my ideas from me. I see you. And I am especially extra grateful to have your support during this pandemic. 💞
Do you know how light travels at light-speeds?
That’s how fast I travel to your galaxy.
Whatever your wants, whatever your needs.
My heart will see that it proceeds.
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I need you. Infinitely.
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Have you ever fed on hope
The way you spoon it to me in soft crescent words
I’ve seen your shadow dancing in twilight
I wake for your golden hour
Any hour
Melting into sunrises
You lower heaven on my shoulder
So I can skip through its halls and miss prayer
Watch how my hope crosses dimensions to find you resting at my feet
We are nesting on a great divide
Where dreams are real life
Hearts a multiverse
Parts of my soul where you left claw marks
Sacred holy landmarks
I pray to you
© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal
I love you. 😍
*edit* RIP daddy. This event was you telling me goodbye. Now I know!
Huh. Weird orange hue. Why is the sky orange. Sure, the Sun is rising but…
So, I had a peek out my blinds. Still didn’t explain the orange hue. Dog must wait. Safety first.
Slipped on my flip flops with phone in hand (it’s almost ritualistic- the phone checking upon waking). Went outside.
Still did not understand what was causing the sky to be completely orange. Did we get nuked? Is there a sandstorm coming? This isn’t a sunrise. This looks kinda terrifying.
Then a huge rainbow formed before my eyes. From one end of the sky to the other. A prism of color. And then behind it, another!!!
And it almost seemed like it was inside this big bubble. The bubble verse theory I was studying.
And I’ve been reading a lot about the Multiverse Bubble theories lately and am coming to this conclusion that I’m starting to believe in it more than that ridiculous Big Bang theory.
But I do. And I’ve been trying to make sense of my world and what it all means, if it’s all going to end anyway. I am the universe experiencing itself. We all are. And so I’ve been thinking a lot about energy and how it can’t be created or destroyed.
I think about the interconnectivity. How we’re all one.
Anyway, I think the double rainbow was a sign.
And, I’d never seen a rainbow so vividly last so long.
Seconds generally.
Well, I ran out of room on my device filming this double rainbow for over 6 minutes.
I dropped the video of the double rainbow on my Instagram IGTV.
The double rainbow reminds me to keep going. That in life, the things you love may be out of reach. But that doesn’t mean that the love wasn’t felt or received. Sometimes, optical illusions are real. And even if by worlds separated, love travels at light-speeds.
I sat and watched that weird ass bubble in the sky, along with those double rainbows that arched high across the sky, until it faded and I could see it no more.
Bye daddy. Hope you had a great final gig in the sky! 😭😭😭
I was all darkness, cold and gas
A baby stellar nursery forming with mass
But along lit my flame when it was you who came to pass
I’d give you every bit of starlight if ever you would ask
© Delia Ross. 2020
I already had a poem with Starlight as the title. Totally forgot about this one. And it’s a good one. I’m getting ready to put a book together of love poems but my god I’ve written so much poetry in the last two years and it is not organized at all- I need your help. I need you to come organize my poetry like Pamela did for Jim Morrison because I’m Morrison’s daughter and just as disorganized poetically. People have even told me I possess a room like Morrison when I walk into it (pre war days). I’m a mess. Helps. 💞
I love you so hard, don’t I baby?
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My love, tidal forces have ripped through me masked as your words
Your gravity so immense I am collapsing –
Spaghettified by your verse
What do you do with the light you recite?
Give it all to her
I am stretched into singularity trying to reach what I deserve
My love, mountains crumble the way you and I fall
We’re tumbling all over Earth
My feet stumble for the words you birth
How do you make time stand still?
Twisting and pulling
Do I exist so you can feel?
My love, you pull every fiber of my being
I come undone
Sinful and holy thing, all-consuming
Engulf me whole…
© Delia Ross. 2020
I don’t know how many poems I’ve written, because life is chaos and order, but 99.9979% have been for you. But what came first, the black hole or the star? Could the star be where it’s at today without the black hole? What if all these chemicals and elements exist because ionization occured from the black hole? What if I’m the black hole instead and you are the star? What if none of these poems were ever written? What if I never feel your actual kiss? Might die… might survive… might go supernova in your sky.
I see what they write about you. But it doesn’t fucking compare, to the magnitude of the words we write each other (I mean the words you don’t write me at all but do but don’t but do but don’t but do). Ahem. *gets back in coffin* I’m over everything and I want to hibernate through winter…
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Black holes are the pupils of space
Light enters but can’t escape
Like the poetry we make
It enters but isn’t opaque
Still our eyes partake
Absorbing the love and the ache
The connection we create –
Will never go extinct in this place
© Delia Ross. 2020
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You’re not just my companion star, you’re my entire fucking world
Observe
300 trillion miles from Earth my love is still yours
I’m your girl
South, North, East, West
I love you best for sure
Visible to the naked eye and traveling light speeds my love
You left on me a celestial fingerprint
Love permanent
Every night I watch the stars rising like my love for you
Your name is etched on my soul true
I love you more than there are grains of sand
Watch love expand
It’s been expanding since the Big Bang 13 billion years ago
It was written so
Your lines are received
They are attached to me
You give me soul shattering earthquakes
Soulshakes, trembles, and full aches
My life leaped galaxies leaping for you
Hopscotch between your dream and mine
I’ve been gravitating towards you this whole time
The Earth is spinning because you kissed me with words
Where nothing hurts
I have never seen a bouquet more beautiful than the ones you assemble with verbs
Your eyes kiss mine and mountains tremble in skies
You make all of Earth rise
The stars are my love
© Delia Ross. 2020
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I saw him stargazing
The way a painter stares at a blank canvas
What wonders were revealed?
Did he see me barefoot on my tippytoes reaching for his lips
The way clouds summit a mountain?
What hour caught him off guard
What did he find?
Fragments of my soul written for him in rhyme?
Did he see us moving
Like starlight in the sky?
© Delia Ross. 2020
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Your words have sharp edges
The tips are poison
They pierce my skin like butter
How easy they hit my heart
You the Trojan Horse
And your army of lies
I dance for them like a buffoon
Their laughter drowns my cries
But still my head is to the moon
I stare at wonder
I remember hope
It once was a playground
I ran around with naivety
They mock what they can’t control
I am still free
Going places with the stars
They can’t touch me
Words are arrows yes
But feet are healing
Truth my blanket
Saturn knows and her rings
Cracks upon my frozen face
She knows
That’s why her northern poles glow
She’s crying, longing and cold
But even wrongs need embraces
And that’s why light-seconds existed
Galaxies out there granting wishes
I know more than you know
© Delia Ross. 2020
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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
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.
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I love you. And I’ve got so much, I don’t know where to put it all. So sending love, lots of love. Because any one of us could be gone at any minute. And I don’t want to waste an ounce of my love. I’m just going to keep giving it until I can’t. And these are very dark days. But the love is the light. Stay in the light. Don’t let hate and anger become dark matter. They say there’s more darkness than there is light in the world, so in a way, the light is always fighting to be seen. And I believe that our souls are energy and that energy goes somewhere when we die. Energy seems to be the only thing that’s constant. And my love. I may be petite but my love is expanding like the universe. Spiral out, keep going… 😊 xxoo
You are my favorite place
The way your eyes move across my face
Like watching phases of the Moon retrace
You leave but return full with grace
© Delia Ross. 2020
News of my king returning has got my soul lit up like fireworks! The way I come alive when he sees me. The way his hugs always feeds me. “Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt”… I gotta get my birthday plans sorted. He makes the air worth breathing. A new circle of life. Rebirth. ✌️
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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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You come waning through
And full bring me to you
Wide in my view
Pulse quickens too
Anyone else obsessed with our moon? As a woman (and as of most things in nature), my cycles follow the Moon… life evolves and flourishes because of the Moon. So many mating rituals in nature itself, under her glow. And so I always see the moon as feminine energy. Or feel rather. We’re made mostly of water, I feel her tug. They say she’s spinning further away, and one day Earth will no longer be able to hold her. Yet on some days she feels closer than ever. Some dismiss her powers. I write about her alot in my poetry. My pets think the Sun goes to sleep at night, and the sky gets angry and cries. The wind is an entity too, especially in Florida with the hurricanes… BUT when I told my dog we needed the water the sky cries, I saw his mind expand I swear… 🤓
Anyhoo, I wrote this during that recent wolf moon we had. I have a lot of stuff I’ve started but haven’t finished. Some may never see the light of day. But even Edgar Allan Poe’s unpublished stuff wound up getting published. My words are my legacy really. And my words are the only thing I have control of right now. And I never know how many I have left. How many words have I used? What’s remaining? Nothing is infinite. Everything dies. I mean, one day, this fucking galaxy will be gone… poof. Vanished. Our existence completely annihilated. Dust. Bones. Gone. The only thing that matters is right now.
Sorry to get deep on you but it’s now 3 AM and I’m feeling socially deprived and chatty. ✌
And if you didn’t catch the double meanings in the poem, I was referring to how a certain person quickens me, and there’s a slight sexual reference in there. I always tell people art is subjective though including poetry so you get from it what you get from it. It doesn’t have to be what the writer wrote… ✌
He builds galaxies from his fingertips
Roads, avenues, and tunnels with his hips
Watch life spring from his lips
Like a magic rainbow or rare eclipse
© Delia Ross. 2019
I can’t sleep so I am writing… 🤓
You look
And what do you see but a man
I see iron and will
Miracle and moon
Heaven and wonder
© Delia Ross. 2019
There must be one hundred million miles of dreams inside him
There must be one hundred million miles of heaven beside him
Such depths are his oceans I beg to swim in
Both light and dark a great nebula still forming
There must be a hundred million reasons I can love him
© Delia Ross. 2019
Our life is an epic poem
Like the Great Red Spot on Jupiter
Our pain is our greatest storm
And we burrow and we rise in perfect form
Struggles are ingredients to our lives
And we sprinkle bits of honey on the knives
And we reach such depths in our dives
But this is how all life thrives
In our toolkit we have so much courage
We eat our sadness like it is porridge
We peer into darkness where we flourish
And our will becomes an endless forage
© Delia Ross. 2019
Alex Ebert inspires me so much, in every possible way. His pep talk on Tuners radio hit a core. I am grateful for him. For being able to learn and grow and not be stagnant in my woe. But to flourish and thrive. You cannot have light without the dark. And so I see my darkness in a new light. And so I take these waves to greater heights, as I settle in the cold black night. Everything’s gonna be alright. Just gotta get through the bite. Then sight. If you struggle with depression or suicidal thoughts and ideation, you really should go listen to his pep talk, it’s under 2 minutes but maybe the greatest lesson of my life. Listen for free (no download needed): https://tuners.io/tracks/13446
I also dropped this poem as a spoken word reply under his thread “You Are Courageous” under Alex’s Tuners Radio account, if you wanna have a listen: https://tuners.io/tracks/13492
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
Your voice takes me to planets unknown to me
Emotions are an endless sea
Give me more to stay floating
I need all of your energy
Like a sun on fire it’s burning
I spin and keep yearning
Set my spirit free
© 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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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.
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… ❤
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The lies I was eating too, were all mislabeled
Feelings that could not be swallowed, pushed under the table
The love she was selling you, have clogged your cables
Caring now a fortune and something I’m just not able
Annoyance like a vine and it creeps and entwines
If happiness were a choice they would all still decline
It seems so obvious but they require written signs
Apophis now a decade out from the end-of-times
Life’s so very short but they still won’t understand
And if they wake up now they might feel something grand
And it will be too late when she comes to kiss this land
And if that doesn’t work, well, death has other plans
© Delia Ross. 2019
Life is short, love now… MORE LOVE. The world needs more love. I don’t have time for anything else.
I am a bit like a supernova when he looks at me
My mass becomes unstable and I start ejecting
My knees become weak while my soul brightly shining
Every particle is lit up for my king –
15 solar masses all at once firing
© Delia Ross. 2019
© Delia Ross. 2019
His eyes or the ocean blue
His touch are where the mountains grew
His sky or an Earthly view
His words a permanent tattoo
His love or the harvest moon
His forgiveness is a sunrise too
My soul with endless gratitude
The universe is my eternal love for you
© Delia Ross. 2019
Buried Sun, why do you run
Where do you hide
Your colors paint my town
When you come around
My pulse beats fast but my temper slows
My frown rises as my temperature grows
Love a rainbow clouding the view
It stretches beyond the ends horizon too
Buried Sun, you are no fun
When you travel to the dark side
© Delia Ross. 2019
Orbits caught in gravity
They form and make a galaxy
Hands that grasp the sands of time
Bonds that form and never die
Love which riddles lie with truth
Tongues which move like deja vu
Open doors and open arms
Ride the bull with a crown of thorns
Forgiveness flowing and still current
Forever his devoted servant
Names are roads rarely spoken
Trust are chains never broken
© Delia Ross. 2019
Separate myself
Break myself
Turn into something else
By myself with nothing left
Let the ache manifest
From my head to my chest
How dare it linger and fester
Building gravity in the dark
Gathering more matter
Heavy and hot
No beacon call for distress
No maps to guide on this quest
Alone in silent protest
Not alive nor human nor best
A star too soon compressed
A black hole just like the rest
© Delia Ross. 2019
His smile is the brightest lighthouse in the galaxy
And even on cold nights, as they always are without him
As I’m bound in all my fallacies
My chances looking grim
He stops and says he enjoys the catastrophes
And all is right again
Have you felt his gravity
Until the doubt sets in?
© Delia Ross. 2019
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