Ornaments

He has cards lying around as ornaments
But I will never know his coordinates
I will never be as fortunate
I’m not important

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Welp. Getting so much hatemail on TikTok. Can’t wait for the world to end, officially

But also getting followers, views, and some love too. So thanks.

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Zone of Avoidance

He’s the zone of avoidance
Darkness so thick
No clairvoyance
Light it travels quick
Set to destroy us

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Witchy cosplay wig 🤪
If I had extremely thick black and grey long hair with bangs
I do my makeup and rarely do it the same
Cosplay wig!!!

Did you know that I am a Leo? Ruler/ leader of all the signs.

Facts!

Me burning for you in the dark

Cold Water

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

So, I love you both. What now? Burn me at the stake? Ghost me? Crucify me? Put weights around my ankle and toss me in the sea?

So, I’m affected by the triangulation – the bizarre love triangle – The great Bermuda triangulation.

You both turn me into an animal. You bring out my fangs and my claws. Kitty wants to play.

Kitty wants to scratch and bite.

So you get me all riled up to play and now you’re not available?

I guess we’ll just sweep your devotion under the rug like it never happened?

I should just delete every fucking voicemail?

You didn’t actually need me?

That’s not what I heard at all.

But good luck with your new proposition, y’all aren’t going to get along at all.

I’m literally your dream girl but whatever.

Oh now you don’t think we have chemistry?

Like, I was fine being emotionally unavailable and just like the sex object.

I WAS OKAY WITH THAT FYI

I’m just trying to figure out what my role is now because I actually liked you.

Oh, I’m just the useless sex object again?

I now serve you no purpose?

From worship to worthless?

For a leaf blower? M’kay… 🙄

Enjoy.

My feelings never changed but I’m aware that yours did.

Color

What color are your eyes?
Are they ivy?
You’re looking at the blind?
You’re seeing right through me?

What color is your heart?
The color of night sky?
Can’t see past all your dirt
I guess you’re not my guy?

What color is your soul?
Do you think it’d ever fly?
Say you’re never feeling whole
But you’d never let me try…

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

From dudes ghosting me to trying to kidnap me off the street- I just ain’t feeling right…

Know what I mean?

You ever have some guy wait for you to come out of the store and then exit their vehicle and chase you down the sidewalk and then not take two no’s for an answer?

He actually went “hmmm” and started looking around the parking lot.

This is after I’ve told a stranger no TWICE that I did not want to go for a ride with him.

He still hadn’t left.

Now he’s going “hmmm” and his eyes are scanning the front door and parking lot.

He then looks back at me and my facial expression read: is this the part you now grab me and I fight back

He said “alright” despairingly and left. Finally. But it was the longest seconds of my life. Too many seconds after the second no was issued. Too many.

I spent the next 20 minutes or an hour believing he was following me and wouldn’t drive any route home.

I have not recovered.

You ever have a guy wait for you to leave the store, exit his vehicle, run down the sidewalk, and not take no for an answer?

And then watch him scope out in contemplate if he’s going to take you or not?

In broad daylight?

I don’t like getting out. It’s too dangerous being this dainty and cute.

I need a bodyguard. Hence, I’m packing weight soon.

Know what I mean?

I got a girl you want to meet her? Her name is 9 millimeter…

Simply Lost

Where do you go when my dreams are not visible?

I look to the stars where only darkness is found.

Were the moon not my crown, would you come around?

Is love now only mythical?

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I’m a Soldier. I kinda rely on the stars to get around. Kinda like a sailor. But now the stars can’t be seen and I’m too dependent on the air that I breathe.

But then reality sets in that I very well could die like my dad or Edgar Allan Poe.

*sobs*

Under the streets of Pariee in the catacombs – risking end-all for this photo of me with some of the skull and bones. And weird fact: this sort of stench is euphoric to me because I’m a vampire (well maybe it’s just because I’m like “every other white girl”)…
And I got yelled at by two French Parisian guards for stepping on Jim Morrison’s grave
THANK YOU OH LORD FOR THE WHITE BLIND LIGHT (kissing the tomb of Jim Morrison)
I had to lay down completely flat to get this shot of the Eiffel Tower on my 35 millimeter camera. Ahhh Pariee, I miss thee.
Me on top of the world, having a right panic, because I’m afraid of heights, and the Eiffel Tower sways. I spent a few nights in Paris, but I don’t have many photos remaining. I’ve lived 1000 years. Vagabond. Unknown Soldier actually. ✌
A shot a took from on top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris France
In the rearview mirror with my 35 mm camera on the streets of Paris
At a cafe in Paris near Pere lachaise Cemetery
A different story- that time I got to talk to Robby Krieger and John Densmore on a rock line for a very long time and then I got a signed CD in the mail by Robby Krieger..
Six Flags Belgium. That ride terrified me and I also got addicted to the Belgian chocolates while I was living in Germany and I was only 15 minutes away from the border of France. La la la

Okay, that’s enough of “getting to know me”. Yuck. Vampires prefer being elusive or maybe that’s just “every other white girl” I don’t know anymore, maybe all of my problems are due to the fact that I’m f****** “WHITE”… 🤔

Or maybe we all bleed the same and he’s just a fucking ASSHOLE.

And yes I’m still feeling some kind of way about being attacked for being WHITE and SICK with an ILLNESS.

And I wish he’d just come say that s*** to my face so I could drop kick him in the face with my steel-toed boots. Then I wouldn’t be feeling some kind of way.

I guess I’ll just have to put my feelings into another TikTok so it’ll get all of 5 views.

Not gonna lie, feeling very UNDERWHELMED.

After Midnight Poetry part 6789

Where do you go when you leave my thoughts?

On some midnight stroll carrying my heart and hopes?

The way a lightning bug will flicker hope?

You give me the will to cope

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I wish I gave you reason to live. I wish I were your reason to live.

*still trying to avoid dying on the street like Poe*

Signed, YOURS TRULY (I’d never leave you)

How many ways can I say I love you? I’m still trying… though I’m being buried alive. Hopelessness. Depression awareness? 🤔

I need you. *sobs*

That is all. Carry on. Only dying. No big deal.

Pray

All my life I’ve been searching for a man with no name
Delicately, with thunder on the plain
The way we befriend shadow when there is no rain

The way they demand trust when they are no friend
The way every part of him feels like my own end

When every single second he deserves the worse death
When every single hour I will pray for such breath

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Fragments

Take the air from where I breathe
He will never notice me


There you go again
Breaking my heart
For just a thrill
It’s overkill


A thousand times over
You have made your point
And I know
I am never what you sought
Though lurking
I am aching where you haunt
Through searching
Though every tear was bought


Age of despair
But like an ember
I flare him up
Because I care
And I’ve no defense
From getting burned everywhere


I was in alliance with ineptitude


Love is like the beginning and the end. Alpha omega. I love you. I’ll kill you. But I love you forever.


You look like you are dying
Bu you are already dead


As above, so below
My aura is here to glow


This great depression.


There will be no headstone
No grave
From life to dust
I’m not okay (RIP daddy)


Where are you?
In every molecule?
The early morning dew?
The air I breathe on lonely avenue?

Where are you?
If not but in every dream I dream?
Clinging to the in-between?
Wondering if I can be seen?


All God is woe.


My bed is overrated.


I don’t know where to begin so I’d rather not start at all…


Where have the best years of my life gone


At 26,000 light-years away, it’s the closest we’ve ever been-
And if regret is a singularity, it’s finally creeping in (re: black hole)


I got cigarette burns on my skin
Black holes where he’s been
There’s cold creeping in
A hundred reasons why I sin


You’re just her whipping boy
You’re a tool
You want to be her toy
You’re a fool


I know not what holds him here
I am a dry sponge, brittle
The way time taunts me
Like I am little

Give me a veil
Let’s rest in hell

I got secrets that would disown me
The way he’s unholy
Still that’s my only

I wish Sagittarius A* would put on his parking breaks
Throw me into another galaxy if that’s what it takes

I am a living statue
To darkness, his bride
(Well that’s a lie)
Still isn’t he by my side?

It’s so dark on the inside
Maybe why I cry

Banned under the same sunbeam
From things I’ve seen
Those things I’ve seen are haunting me

Take away the ray
Take away the ray
It’s burning

Chained to existence
Wishing I didn’t remember you
That’s coming too
I won’t remember who

My eyes are sunspots
Turning grey
From things you say

Married to hopelessness
Decay
Mourning
Sorrow
Despair
Isolation
Loneliness
Quantum confusion
Heartache
Wilderness
Wonder
Beauty
Longing
Truthfulness
Purity
Humanity
All entities
The air we breathe
The hope we seek
The light we keep


She built an empire on a pyramid scheme. She’s an evil queen.


The world can burn for all I care.


Sometimes
Even under soft moons
Or enduring high noons
There will be casualties of war

And even when I face doom
And circling is his tomb
I believe there is love within his core


He’s been charged with possession of stolen property; my heart.


In the beginning there was nothingness. Now in the end, nothing is.


The only lines I cross are rhyme.


You are the cold emptiness of space
Absolute zero
You are the reason I lay in waste
You’re not a hero


Come to me
By frothy sea
Shine your light
I fancy thee


I was born into confusion
Believe this, believe that
It’s all delusion
Best theory or illusion


I’m so much better than that flock of shit you summon
Your mouth is the opposite direction I am running
Your lies only come by the dozen
You can knock but you can’t come in
The darkness covers all but it’s my coven
You ain’t welcome here again


You fool
How desolate and awkward your thoughts lead you
Rising plumes of gloom
And I an idiot more
To watch how hope you consume
Bereft of pulse
A necrophiliac
You lifted pen then I had life
But then you call creation strife
But I died again after witnessing your child and wife


I’m a rib from your side
A curse like Dracula’s bride
Or Bonnie and Clyde
I drink your love like cyanide
Mixed with hope and rhyme


I am a dead sea
A red sea
A bad seed
Devolving
Unsolving
Dead, see?


Death do us part


I’m tired of defending my actions against your lies
From sunup to sundown I am wise
I can see clearly with these eyes
You can’t erase these cries


Loving him is a sentence to death row.


Why does my love always cause destructive tidal waves?


Did you know mountains were resting on your shoulder named envy?
You let me crash on your soul in frenzy
I’m dizzy
Did you not need me?

Did you know moons were glowing with envy?
Heartache cost not a penny
But I got plenty
If you need any?


Distance is
The love we keep
And even further
The solution we seek


Life’s a waiting room
Give my wound a womb
Erase the moon
Erect my tomb
You are full doom


Now I owe you nothing
Soul paid
I’m reduced to hurting


Oh! What heavens I could reach with your arms!


Did you know when I look up I find you stargazing into my soul
You know where every prayer goes


Dear Edgar,
I can’t live without my love either
But he is lost in the ether
I can’t reach him neither


Edges of time his mind
I go missing every time
His rhyme
Holding me to crime
His line
Wishing on a dime


Not everyone is created equal
Like the ones who pull out fast then take it slow
Those aren’t my kind of people


Sometimes, I climb into the ether where we met
Heaven is risky but I took the step
You feel like eternity in an instance
Gotta keep our distance

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

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Existence

I exist somewhere between now and never
Just a fragment of time
A handshake, a moment, or lie

Your cold breath on my shoulder
While heaven was written with your eyes
And hope was seized by your rhyme

I come into existence as quickly as I am erased
Time is fleeting
I’ve been replaced

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

My third eye is open
I make my own luck. I don’t need your love.
I make my own luck. I make my own love.

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Dust

You speak and turn hope to dust
The way I combust
No room for love to adjust
Like iron to rust

A bull you can never trust
No you, no I, no ‘us’
Useless
But now the earth is filled with crust

You walk and turn earth to cinder
Watch my soul grow dimmer
The way a burning lie will hinder
I’m left with barely a shimmer

Won’t forget but can’t remember
You turn wonder to winter
Count my prayers, now I’m a sinner
Guess I’ll never be a winner

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Decided to write a poem without the similes but then it felt naked so I had to put one in. 😇

I thought Dracul loved Mina. Where’s my big love? 😤😤😤

*sobs*

My tears are burning

😭😭😭 helps 😭😭😭

Oh, I just wrote this. But the way my brain is deteriorating, it surprises me I can write at all.

Well maybe when the day comes that I forget my name that I’ll finally remember yours.

Don’t fall in love with a devil 😭

It’s purgatory 😭😭😭

But now I know why Edgar Allan Poe died on the street, nakid, possibly poisoned, broke, heartbrokes, likely depressed and drunk. And he served 2 years in the military, he didn’t deserve a death like that. That was not an honorable death. Welp. He better have a statue out there or I’m gonna have an effing fit. But whatev. Asteroid Apophis is on her way. End times will come for all.

Gonna die unloved.

Not everyone winds up with a burial plot. For many, they become dust in the sand. And it takes an extreme amount of heat to burn a body. Extreme to turn bones to dust.

I’m having trouble facing my own ending.

Welps.

I need God to throw me a bone. Hungers.

Division

Amongst these ranks division
Our world ablaze in ruin
And I stand burning wishin’
The fire meant more to you

Watch you divide with precision
I’ve been cut in two
Galaxies set for collision
Now darkness can pursue

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

Left me in the dark. Welp.


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Miscataloged

Have you ever felt the cold night move over you like fog
Like lace covered in unholy smog
You’re not the boy at all I thought
You’re not the hope that I had sought

The Great Expansion
The Great Divide
The Great Unearthing
All I despise

From written word to analog
Or being threatened to back off
Then having no dialogue
I guess I’ve been miscataloged

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I hate when people misplace me. How dare they. Pff.

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Avid

I once held him like constellations
I ate his ripened fruit full of temptations
Like when you are feeling loved in all the locations
He was my biggest wonder in all of the nation’s

I was a most avid reader
Growing like cedar
Never needed a breather
Now I am neither

© Delia Ross. 2021 /@poeeternal

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Keys of the Kingdom

Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
Every hour the sun is growing dimmer.
Pouring every atom from his chest, love is thinner.
Burning any chance of hope, death’s a winner.

Does she hold light like a moon because there’s a glimmer?
Does love keep her on her knees praying for he’s a sinner?
The blood that’s leaking from his chalice it spells a killer.
If lying were monumental he takes the pillar.

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Err, I probably should wait 24 hours in-between posting, but like I’ve got so much to say and so little time. I’ve got to lay it all on the line. Cut my tongue out, I’d still write you rhyme.

It’s finally cold enough in Florida for winter hats. (I’ll make any excuse to wear a hat, sometimes 3 at a time. I iz weirdo).

The only thing that matters is now.


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The Truth (I Lie)

Our love is science fiction
I wrap your love around my vein
It’s called addiction
Still the power you contain
I’ve got affliction
But I love you all the same
So I keep wishing
On stars I knew your real name
And I keep itching
In places where you came
A crucifixion
But I lie and call it rain
A contradiction
When the truth makes my soul wane

© Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

Welp. 15460 days old and still not learning universal lessons. 😭

On a positive note, I have no grey hairs.

But 2020 is pushing my temperament.

I don’t know how to give up something I’ve never had.

I don’t know where to put all this love. 😭😭

Trying not to die on the street like Edgar Allan Poe. 😭😭😭

Welp.


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Occlude

Why do you block the tide from receding?
Was it not the love you were needing?
Did creatures not evolve from the bleeding?
Every hour you appeared for the feeding?

Why do you not place repentance on my altar?
Why am I barely head above water?
Feeling my existence ever growing smaller
You want her to feel taller?

©Delia Ross. 2020 / @poeeternal

This poem was sitting in my drafts (along with many others) I had forgotten I’d written…

Hi. My name is Delia and I’m addicted to rhyme. (And him).

Into Darkness

Where am I to go
When life without you is all I’ll know
A galaxy out of control
A black hole forming in my soul

And how the skies envy her reign
I am lost all the same
Keep calling your name
Though I don’t know where to aim

Directionless, still my compass points to you
North, south, east, west; you’re all I’m into
Or how the space inside grew
When away you flew

Leaving me an island of despair
I’ve laid my soul out bare
Drowning on too much air
Believing you’ll never care

My love, pull the lights from me please
Have mercy
Into darkness help me ease
Give me eternal sleep

© Delia Ross. 2020

Let my heart be your final resting place.

Give me death or you


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Nothing We Can Do

It’s just a letter
But I eat it like a pill
In hopes, it’ll make me better

Your pen a feather
An allegory, as an umbrella
Your stormy weather

With distance in-between
We’re still together
There’s nothing we can do to break this tether

© Delia Ross. 2020

Who am I writing for anymore? To whom do these words belong??
I don’t know if I can distinguish the dream world from the real world anymore.

Neo helps.

Morpheus:

Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

The Matrix
What if you couldn’t distinguish the dream world from the real world?

I mean the only positive news that has come out of 2020 is the fact that the Matrix 4 is coming out and I’m trying to stay alive for that shit (it’s only news that they’re making another one- doesn’t mean the movie is coming out in 2020).

Can you teach me how to not worship you???? Before I go to New Orleans and see a voodoo doctor and start casting spells on you????????? Cuz, I mean, it’s moving up on the to-do-list, FYI.

Fool. I don’t know if you’re my kryptonite or what, but I’d take a fucking bullet for you ( I prefer offense and saving though, that’s what I’m efficiently trained to do).

I literally want to just leap Into Your Existence and wrap my entire body around you in a hug. I don’t think that’s normal response. I’m like a wild fucking animal. You like- turn me into a werewolf on a full moon. Can I ravage you?????

Fuck. I can’t breatheeeeee.

There ain’t a pill in heaven that makes me feel as good as your fucking existence.

Blocking is like putting a fence up for your own protection. So I don’t fucking turn all werewolf on you.

Cuz I do have a little bit of werewolf blood in me too. 🙂

I do stupid shit like howl at the moon- but once you’ve been sleeping in fox holes in a war zone in the middle of the fucking desert in Iraq for months at a time – yeah bitch howl til your heart’s content.

I iz beast. Untamed.

So, my very last breath will be loving you…

I Know (Poetry & Prose)

I know that I’m not popular
I know you’ve never called my name
I know I’ll never be like her
I love you all the same

© Delia Ross. 2020

Did I tell y’all I caved after 9 months and broke my New Year’s resolution of not dying my hair by dying my hair Black Number 1 just in time for Halloween? I dids! 😂
My hair is still growing long. Not allowing another hairdresser to touch my hair cuz they’re all just average and do everything I ask them not to do.
Never gonna Botox my lines. I earned every one of those.
For the record, most of the girls that are idolized online have fake long hair, fake nails, ect but this is what guys prefer which is why I have little to no support… I’m “real”.
I still feel like a true goddess, you know, the kind the world has abandoned for being “too good” or “too opinionated” or for simply being “too me”. These snaps don’t show the blackness of the black. But glad to be back black. It’s my favorite color and my mom and sister have the color naturally. Nope, not me. Just had to be different. AKA difficult.
Despite all the enemies made and hate in the world, I recently managed to turn 42 years of age, without one gray fucking hair or piece of plastic in my body… SORRY NOT SORRY. GO AHEAD AND DENY ME FOR NOT MEETING YOUR FAKE BEAUTY STANDARDS.

To him: I love you still so much tho, even when I’m no longer around to say. And you should print these because it’s not true about things staying online forever. I’ll always wonder what life with you would be like because being with you is the only life I want to live… 💞

Still crying by the way. The sloppy, eye makeup running down with my snot and tears kind of crying. I love you. Even tho you deny my existence just like the world and Judus denied Jesus Christ.

Do you also deny that someone existed with that name who got crucified? Or just that fairytale of a bible that man tries to sell you to try to keep you from acting like a beast, tho you still do, but donate to charity or the church or in other ways to ease your conscience instead (to whomever the shoe fits)?

You could try running to me instead of the bottom of the bottle.

You could try acknowledging my existence again.

Fool. I love you stewpids. So much it god damn hurts. God damn these endless tears!!!

Or deny me a third, fourth, fifth, what number are we on my love? Betrayed with a kiss. Oh, Judas…

Goddamn ye merry gentlemen”


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Jealousy

Watching your love of others is feeling black holes collide
And though I brush off jealousy my heart is gaping wide
Fantasy a haunted garden where dreams are cyanide
And watching you adoring her a spear into my side

Many you need but I only breathe for one
And love you I may I’ll always be on the run
The weight of the shame and remorse for all I have done
Mistakes I have made but none that should permanently shun

It’s like you are a mountain crumbling down on me
Harsh is your punishment and I’m having trouble breathing
And call out I may but silence is loudly ringing
Daily reminders I’m not what you’re needing

© Delia Ross. 2020

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Craters

Your words have heavy impact
Formed craters from contact
But now forever’s been taken back
Honest is always what you lack

Hardcore truth in reality
Desired is what I’ll never be
Clouds of darkness chasing me
Can’t undo what has been seen

Grasping at straws for a meaning
Wishing for value just for an evening
But cold is the hand you are leaning
“I’m sorry” are words you are never repeating

I would die with you
Without you dying too
So begins the cycle anew
Drowning in your blue

Walls, steel cage, or death
I still loved you best
Better than the rest
You know I loved you best

© Delia Ross. 2020

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A Graveyard For

For my sadness there is no limit
I am invisible to the wicked
And doomed to love him every minute
But why I cherish him I’m afflicted

My every breath feels like a wake
Mere passages of doom
Where every hour I feel the ache
Of his love that is my tomb

Every step more heavy than the last
And his desire a chain tied to my breath
But what it takes I dare to ask
For my eyes only see that he brings death

Killing me with silence
And killing between the lines
Punishment for non-compliance
A graveyard for these rhymes

© Delia Ross. 2020


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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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Not The First

It’s not the best house but it’s definitely not the worst
And if you think I’m worthless well honey you’re not the first
And if you think I’m perfect well your bubble I’m here to burst
And if you blame obsession I know I’ve got the thirst

I may not be a diamond but I’m definitely not a curse
And if you’re wanting love well my heart left in a hearse
I might have said I loved you once or twice in verse
But if I stick around I’ll likely make it worse

© Delia Ross. 2020

Fallen Angel (self-portrait)
I know I don’t matter. You made that clear. I don’t base my worth on you or my sometimes mistakes. People grow, people change. At least, I do. You’re likely holding onto versions of me that no longer exist. I’ve said my sorries, I’ve made my peace.

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Vines

I am not wanted on his side of the green
And so moments are missing to never be seen
But lines I’ll keep writing and say what I mean
As forests keep growing with us in between
And lost in the woods is hope it would seem

Sunlight won’t reach beyond regret
And wishing for things you never will get
When you have bet zero but still have a debt
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
He says he’s not looking while eyes growing wet

And now vines contain our poetry
And vessels of longing out on the sea
My side of town he’s always burning
Blaming the sun for how he’s yearning
How he wants none if he can’t have all of me

© Delia Ross. 2020


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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

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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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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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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Toxification

His love is suffocating
Like radiation decaying
He blasts it over me
It’s uncomforting

His love is like an ocean drying
But he’s not my reason for crying
He’s not even the mountain I’m climbing
Or ever wind for wings flying

His love is like a toxic spill
Leaking down a hill
Heading for the kill
A place I’d never heal

© Delia Ross. 2020

Ahem, y’all ever have someone you don’t know, just randomly claim they love you? There’s a guy I never had one conversation with message me to tell me he was completely in love with me. In hindsight, I wonder if I’m reaping what I sow. Does the guy I claim I’m in love with think of me the way I think of this guy? I hope not. Him and I, at least had some conversations together, I always enjoyed his spoken word and he even did some spoken word for me once so I know what he looks like. I know why I love him. I know why he makes my blood boil and my heart beat. I know why my soul is connected to his like a tether. I know why he makes me completely black with jealousy. I know why I long for him and cry for him. I know. But this other guy who loves me, I don’t know at all. Anything. Maybe I do. Read the poem.

I iz confused. Goddess of Confusion.

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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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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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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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Loveless

Tell me, how many do you love?
Is it one, is it two, or maybe 12 from above?
Tell me, who do you spend your time thinking of?
Is it Sue, is it Penny, do I ever occur?
Tell me, am I ever her?
Is there anything about me that might make you stir?

© Delia Ross. 2020


He digs any gal with panties around their ankles. Which isn’t me. No, I’m not worth noticing at all because I’M NOT NAKED or age 13. He also needs a constant supply of “yes” people. He doesn’t live in reality. He’s delusional. And his entire life is literally centered around his cock. Every move. How will his cock get off? That’s it, that’s all he’s good for. Cumming. And not one baby… He’s basically the scum of the universe and I’m moving into the “I hate him” phase. Hey, this is HIS BED, NOT MINE. He can run and hide under another blog but he needs a spaceship to the nearest black hole. GET IN THE SEA NOW, TAKE ALL YOUR BROWN NOSES WITH YOU.


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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

Undertow

I just want him to know
I’m trying to let go
Of a sinking boat
And avoid undertow

Drowning seems to be the only solution
Love doesn’t want to die though

So it tries a different form
It tries to love a different way
It gets lost in a storm
Still it loves another day

But like a shark missing its fin
Sinking down, it still can’t swim
When defeat becomes a win
Disillusionment becomes him

I tried to love you as a friend
I tried to love you as an enemy
I tried to love with eyes that couldn’t see
I tried to love the end

I still can’t pretend
That I can love you any other way
And so my heart I defend
The things you always fail to say

© Delia Ross. 2019

I’m trying to love him in a way that it won’t hurt… (just a freestyle from my heart to him)