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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Hi. My name is Delia. I follow/unfollow blogs. Sometimes I’m afraid to follow at all (even tho I want to). My comments are usually rude. I’m in therapy. K, thanx bye.
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
I’m struts and shocks / your heart tied in knots / his equinox / if I’m there or not \
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Postscript
He said I had some seconds left in my tires, I said, well, what does that mean?
He said, “they ain’t got any life left”
I said, well, how much is that gonna cost me?
(You know, everything)
They took good care of her, cleaned up my brakes – got off the rusty business. I’m uninstalling the step up bars next stop, getting the spark plugs and tires replaced.
Eventually, the shocks and struts.
Could I sell her for the pretty penny CarMax offered me? Sure. I could sell or trade her in for a “younger model”.
But it’s Valentines, we’ve been together since 10K miles, I’m not ghosting her or leaving her in this hellhole (please God, we want out)
You seen Thelma and Louise? We’re together til the end. Potentially.
Hopefully not such a dramatic ending but I daydream of it.
Fantasize about ending my life.
Don’t want her to be a casualty of war driving off a cliff
Apparently when you take your ride into the shop, if you say things like “she’s a good girl”, “she just hit 76k”, “she’s making squeaky noises”, – they will assign more value to your ride, as my technician was still tweaking her, even after he drove her around to the front, he was on the ground, tool in hand.
I said, “can we get rid of that thang” and honestly, it wasn’t even installed correctly (so Pep Boys will be removing my step-up underbar next visit, no charge).
Struts are likely third in line for install – but poem written anyway.
I was like “can the rust be cleaned next visit” not realizing he already took care of that – as they were spic and span heading to the car (it’s an SUV)
Maybe, today instead of coming to work, and hating your job, you appreciate and value it instead, happy customer means more business – and not because you did something shady – but now you can relax knowing hooker income is incoming
Simply for doing your job and being proactive
He went above and beyond – or did his job – to the BEST of his ability – instead of quietly quitting
But there was no tip jar
There was no option to tip
I hope to hell God let’s me escape here
It’s good to have goals in hell
Some of the savings was depleted but that’s what the savings is for…
Right?
That’s why there’s 4 different saving pots to pull from.
I’ve decided I’m heading to GameStop to sell the ps4. Whatever the offer is – give it fucking to me.
I gotta replenish the gold at the end of the rainbow
I ain’t even got a TV
And even when I did, the sucker stayed turned off six months
That fucking propaganda box cost me everything
I haven’t renewed my lease so
Turned in all my library books – not wasting any more miles driving to that gorgeous dump
The sun was burning me through the window and I was asking/praying was I “doing the right thing”
“Should I be here, replacing my drive train belt”
I feel like I gotta escape a black hole…
Tires and spark plugs next
If God will may…
Make way for the Great Escape
To where?
A fucking homeless shelter cuz have you seen the price of lodging these days!?!?
$2k per month for extended stay
Or $2k for an acre of land and free sunshine
Fuck you
I could eat contempt / wrap it with lament / file it tax exempt / yell “god damnit” / my brain will forget / I haven’t cared yet \
Searching for you in typeface / underlines / and heartbreak / happiness is our stake / a gamble we should take \
A thousand miles from nowhere / I want to go there / ask God there’s hope where \
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This comment is hate filled / a sinkhole / for you to build.
There’s likely bloodstains in the carpet / bloodstreams of my target / am I the carcass?
He shot her in her wedding dress / but love her / he’d never confess.
Father / they’ve all chosen sin / and I’m sinking / in quicksand.
Hey Sun,
How did you rise?
With light in eyes?
Is there time to shine?
Hey Sun,
Am I alright?
The peerless moonlight
Will we unite?
(Love you forever)
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Postscript
*do something / act abnormal to run your blog readers off*
*insert insanity here*
*program successfully installed*
I got John hanging in front of me, and dear Edgar in my rearview, in a puff of smoke, just loving the 10k hand I have drawn.
Werd.
I could use a real hand getting the apartment prepped to be stripped of this danky old carpet, and replaced with some fresh skin (lighter color too)
Don’t even know if I’m staying
LAUGHS
Immortally insane
Running through my vein
Edgar wants me to pick up a typewriter and get off this broken iPhone
I knew the phone was subject to break – but alas – even with these cursive powers – I did nothing to stop its fall
Oh shittte, it broke more than I thought
BABE
Fuck Apple, it’s a 6, I’m done selling shit – and jump off a bridge
But there’s poisoned sweet potato pie in the fridge
There is indeed, God bless, we’re gonna learn to make a healthy pie, but for now, poisoned pie for Valentine
*squee
Postnote: I ignored all the ingredients when I saw the price marked down to $2.50 with a date of 2/15. Said, “you’re coming with me”
But for real tho, don’t buy the pie
(It’s poisonous)
(You die, I die – but we’re not together, Romeo)
P.S.S.S?? Been rebounding my ass off (the rebounder fitness – resistance training – getting fit with gravity – weeee)
I’m two scenes on repeat currently – in my favorite film – Made in Heaven (1987?)
The one where he’s tossing his drink in the mirror / laying in the road screaming to God / Emmet “as himself” AND
Her, crying in public on the street – she got arrested too – dark days ahead
Welp.
GOD: if you don’t find each other, you’ll both be miserable
God: there’s no guarantee you’ll come back
Me: YOU TOOK MY LIFE
The roses are dying / cuz I’m done trying / the crow is black / his heart tarmac
*insert another copyright here*
I wore a t-shirt to the medical clinic once – with Poe on it – and the technician asked if it was Hitler
Millennial or GENZ
I sighed and said “Poe”
“Kind of a popular stash then tho, huh…”
“Hitler”
*makes awkward attempt to continue on with life wearing such an offensible shirt*
(Wonders if others mistake Him for Hitler too)
*creepily laughs
These motherfuckers are in charge
*nearly chokes on the air
*tries not to die*
And in a more recent attempt at “getting out and socializing”
I ordered food – through a drive thru
It wasn’t busy – I had time to count my cash – fuck the elite – you wanna be a cashless society and track me huh – fuck you – cash everywhere or boycott
Him (another Millennial/GenZ): why did you give me so much money!?!? *looks at me stumped like I’m stupid
Me: what do you mean!?!? *looks confused / haz brain injury / why am I so stoopidd
…well, I, gave you MORE to get the big bills back…
Him: *clearly confused – counts the money – proceeds to hand me a ten back, a five, and some silver.
So apparently I’m not stupid. Just pre- computer age.
I once had to work at registers where you needed to know basic math – to count change back
Remember when they upgraded the register to tell you the change back
MY GOD they made us beg and groggle for those jobs!!!!!!
“Don’t discuss your income in the workplace”
FUCK YOU
I mean, Happy Valentine
Burn in hell
*insert shitty photo of me here
I don’t want to see myself in the mirror – or on my blog currently – tho I haz space now
I wants new blog
*stomps feet*
I wants better home
*if I buy the land / will you buy the home?
Tell me, I need to know!!!!
I have gluten free parts / unless you count my farts.
I run my visitors off / like a cap I’m twisting off / Kiss them with scoff /but first to read their blog.
Sweet kiss of oblivion – heart like obsidian.
I gave him my love / still he / tossed it in the mire / made me walk on fire / like I’m some liar.
Why would he love a dead red sea / is that what I’m becoming / is there good in me?
Left behind
But forced to go on
Through the grime
Delete my life
Rearrange the pie
Crunch time
He’s interested in the context
Not the poetry but my point next
He gets into the prospect
What makes me sad
What I detest
He’s like a mirror what I reflect
I woke up with money, and I mean a lot;
Unless you think ten grand is not.
In the far recesses of your heart, moving forward and backward feel the same
If you’re gonna reset the deck
Don’t write the check
Force your hand instead
Erase the bet
Need savings to your neck
Montana
Mountains
Call of the wild
Throw a dart
I’ll drive there
God recalled
Every little sin
One of God’s flaws
Find me in the attic
Uncovering mirrors
Acting erratic
Unlike the flickers
They seem more static
Visions are clearer
I’m usually not wrong with my calculations unless it’s math
Then I have to ask
I don’t know what hate is / I’m only torn by love
Heads up: A lender reported that the status of your account is now current. Drifting but determined. Maybe we’re learning. But watch for what is coming…
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FOR THE RECORD: I hate my online etiquette but I’m at odds to change it.
It’s me not you…
P.S. I’ve yelled at my body to “grow up” so much in the mirror but alas I’m this tiny fucking thang.
No man has ever made me feel like a woman either.
So fuck you.
But please stay.
I wish he’d remove my clothing – instead of my wings.
Separated by billions of light-years / this love
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I’m using line breaks now. Am I a better poet?
I do crave the sound and clack and annoyance of an old typewriter.
I’m not going to put a filter on my poetry like Boeing put one on to tell the plane it can fly
Up down, up down, up down 18 times before it took a nosedive into the deep blue sea
The President: “you’ll need to rebrand”
GMO: “we’re Bioengineered Ingredients now”
The FDA: “we don’t want to tell you what’s on the labels” / NATURAL FLAVOR in EVERYTHING
(It was mad in a lab)
And now companies act like Coca Cola using “secret formulas”
It says it’s good for me so it must be true
(They’ll believe anything)
STOP TOUCHING ME AT CHURCH SPEAKING IN TONGUE
The sounds of my ribs breaking across the ocean as I leap from a bridge / has got to be better than the noises my BLACK LIVES MATTER neighbors love to make
Marriage / or go Hulk / take out the city block
Okay, I get the idea / but isn’t my context good enough
Did you know an acre cost about $2k grand?
If I started the paperwork, I could buy around 7 acres tomorrow
I’m only begging God for 1-5
Did you know I’ve already started collecting seeds?
Special seeds. For our garden.
EVE needs THE GARDEN
I dreamed the birds came to me
Fuck you.
Go enjoy your prostitutes
I should never be included in “a list” (top or not)
I already fell for you / asshole.
You destroyed my wings
You stripped me! Without consent!
If you don’t give me my mini garden the world will end
I know it’s what you what
Nihilist
And I’m gonna be crawling for John Jones / you better get over it
The world doesn’t revolve around YOU
Others need my special love – my light / it’s fading
My signal soon gone
My last will and testament is to die in peace
Man is only concerned with AI and “man’s best friend” and his own inventions
Destroying the world White lives & Native American first – well there’s been other resets
6th mass extinction currently – all with malicious intent “we create our own reality” / we destroyed Mars
Now we’re off to “save it” only we can’t leave earth
Van Allan Belt
NASA says “they made worse”
I need to train for cold weather grow some thangs
I’d rather gut myself with my bayonet / than to let him see me in real time / at my worse
Tell him / I need more time
(God too please)
He’s like a long-winded walk
Under midnight sun
And though he’s likely not you
He’s to blame for all you’ve done
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*insert clever line breaks here*
Did you ever think God needs you here to keep this place from going under
You’re light and thunder
Relax your plunder
I need you longer
To wake from slumber
Realize the hunger
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Postscript
I write for God now.
Could you please let God know I’m exhausted and need to rest a bit longer.
These demons have not stopped pounding me since I was born.
My dreams consist of multiple murder and full vape pens.
The mind normally gets what the mind wants
The face may show sadness, the eyes show rage
“The scientists” say that once bees are dead – all life will vanish
“The scientists” have fucked around with the genetic coding of honey bees, which has resulted in a 50% life reduction drop.
The honeybees only live 50% of the life God had intended for them – now that the “scientists” have reduced their genes to half life.
They thought the bees would be “more productive”. Pay attention
These demons are killing EVERYTHING
I do not fear imprisonment, my heart would self-annihilate or I’d ensure humane ending via a cop ending my life prematurely
Keep swinging your dick on the road like you have more importance than everyone women
Tell me something is wrong with me again
I’ll respond: what’s the matter honey? You in-love with a prostitute?
Yes. We know you all are.
The studies say over 50% of men want love with a prostitute and would legalize prostitution
There’s also a direct link to sex trafficking and prostitution – with testimony from men, “she looked trafficked and frightened and underage but it’s what I want”
Fuck you
Cut me off again, anywhere, anyday
You only treat prostitutes with respect huh
Like this book “racing the light” that I checked out from the library just yesterday – nowhere in the synopsis did I know porn would be the subject.
So far, the writer has used his characters to complain about the daily women, one being a “skinny scarecrow”, the other being “fat” – yet glorifying the porn star on the poster, how she looks amazing wearing “all black”. How they wouldn’t fuck her during a podcast show because they have boundaries
GET IN THE FUCKING SEA
I’m done reading!
Chapter 7! He’s on his way to meet the famous pornstar!
Gag me! I’d rather die than live in this porn infested society!
Stop conditioning!
This book should not be at the library!
Walmart and the mall should not be selling sex equipment in front of children or me!!!!!!!!!
FUCK YOU
Tell God I’m angry!!!!!!!
The honeybees deserve more!
Science is unethical!
Art is sin!
90% of all murder happen by men!!!!!!!!!
The other ten percent I’m contemplating falling in!
So many men are committing crimes they are reducing sentences – opposite for women – hardly any do so punishment is more severe
Rules for thee, not for me
I’m gonna fuck you up if you smile at me incorrectly or refuse to open the door when you see me
Cut me off again
I triple dare you
Money don’t mean shit to me
Ending your pathetic society tho – like Bonnie and Clyde
I dream of it
DAYDREAMS
Of bloodletting
With the de-lite
BLACK LIVES MATTER / ASIAN HATE ✓
All before morning coffee
Born this way
Need him to go where I’m going
The library is no longer a safe place for me – I’m angry and contending with that now
I sensed this with the LGBT and Boomer staff lurking and the “smell of lies” and the street political thugs in gold begging for my signature
Still there was hope
Briefly
It didn’t last very long
People ruin everything
I’m finely crafting my monster and angelic side –
Men have suppressed me from sex and defense
They get sex and murder – with the slap of a hand
Cut me off again
I can’t be the only woman feeling this way
Gonna start a riot
The way doctor lady swallowed when I told her “according to the latest studies over 51% want love with a prostitute and would vote yes”
Gutted her right there in her stool
Continued gutting her with more facts
I’m maybe the Oracle but get treated like Agent Smith
I’m maybe Neo Trinity Morpheus too
“Why me Gabriel” (you’re going to hell for the life you took – you’re fucked)
Should I join the order of Satanism? I was reading over their website – I read the DR book age 16 – it cost money to join – they say titles are earned – whatev, give me Priestess or fuck off – I will keep my $$$
Also, should I join? The order?
Of Satanism?
Revenge is a dish served by an Angel rogue in hell
It’s just another form of narcissism carefully crafted
“We’re not religious but we are, we think we’re Gods”
LAUGHS
Oh yeah?
So adorable
I really enjoy spending time in the sun getting “weathered” and feeding all God’s creatures
Probably causing them more harm but the intention is good
Tell God I’m sorry for being such a fuck up
I know I’m suffering cuz I died via suicide – this hell
But when do I?
I’ve been conditioning myself to do it since in womb
Age 5 on the kindergarten – got in trouble for putting “string around my neck and pulling” – wasn’t allowed sunshine or going outdoors for weeks (fuck you)
You treat prisoners better than civilians
I’ve got scars from cutting on my body
Charming
I worry more about my stretch marks than I do scars over my big veins
LOOK: TRIED TO KILL MYSELF THAT DAY
Wanna get married?
*jumps from bridge
The light moves
Through dark and greys
The way it soothes
When heart would stray
It won’t lose way
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Postscript
I think the sun is likely female
Light is information
Your heart, brain, your nerves electrical
Little light-beings
Not your fleshlight
“I’m sorry Cooper, you had a gift and you didn’t get to use it”
If only my parents would acknowledge their mistakes with their children
The father must be wondering if he’s sending his sister out into the great unknown to see if “I am happy”, in which, “I am not” and I’m stalking my father to see if his address is on the sex registry, where I learned a list “is not forever” – in fact, many states are reducing the length of time a name should be on
My own flesh was surprised to just learn that the list “is not forever”
The list should be one list and forever
Maybe I should go pay the ole father a visit
Will be hard to look upon him without spitting or disgust
Can barely write this now without snarling
The Boomers sold America out
Need land. Want to grow things.
Been disassociating. Have money. Lots.
LAUGHS
I swear to fuck, Edgar just said, “this one’s on me”
He doesn’t want me dying in the street
Been there, done that mentality
I need a lock of his hair and Jone’s skull
Thinking of buying land out in Montana
I’m gonna get him outta that fucking hole
People do it… I’ve read
Years later. A recovery after the government said no.
They were later blessed.
They just went in and did it, danger and all.
Some die trying. Bless.
But many mostly succeed. Determined.
He wants out. It was his final wish. His last will and testament.
Management thought a death would bring in more $$$$. He was disappointed it closed. Surprised. I read his own fucking lines.
I wanna rip his fucking cock out with my teeth
Maybe I should write a story – fictional – and focus on buying land in Montana instead
The desert is probably a terrible place to grow things
Are there trees in Montana? Is there sunshine and a sun? What sort of food can I grow? What are the taxes like? What are restrictions like? Can I have a chicken coop?
Not to slaughter but I’ll steal the eggs – with gratitude and love
I don’t know how to take care of a plant, let alone a chicken…
I could dig a foxhole and protect them tho…
I don’t want to kill the fox tho
The fox is hungry
He will probably be getting fed..
All of God’s creatures can come to me for food
If God will allow me to provide for them
I want to be called Willow, or my land
“Willow acres” or something
1-5 acres is all I am asking for
I have a COE
Please ask God to protect me from my crazy behavior, I’m spinning wild
Should I buy land in Florida? I don’t wanna now – it’s gone – immigration ruined it 😦
*sadface*
The sinkholes, the limestone
Can’t even take a bath after knowing what recently happened to that one brother “in his bed”
What the fuck was he looking at tho? For real? The earth got mad!
Sorry don’t meant to victim blame
Terrible terrible way to go
Sinkholes are to be feared
And most Floridians fear them more than the gators…
Please stop using the animals as entertainment and selling their teeth
I still have mine – and cry
Poor baby gators
Getting their teeth knocked out for a few bucks
God made me so depressed
*sigh*
I always hated investing but now I’m trying to study and learn and just keep going over it until something finally sticks
The ah ha moment
All my research says stay away from the stock market if you don’t want your savings to plummet
I’ve had mine in investment funds for years – growing – ungrowing – I fear to peer
I didn’t know I had any at all
I thought I had lost it all
I have my down payment for my land or home – and I can borrow against it or remove it all (with a penalty)
Or keep investing (with minimal to high risk)
Are banks even interested in a $15k down payment? Does money still talk?
I’m talking 1-5 acres
Is cash still king?
Or do I gotta take in a gift card and doughnuts?
Shouldn’t they be feeding me? To get the sale?
The Army and Marines took me to lunch – more than once – the Marines heartbroken when I chose Army green
Oh boo, my uniforms are obsolete
And I’m so fucking small – I get lost in them now..
Can’t even sell the new ones – even old – cuz they changed uniforms again!!! Immigration is a Trojan horse!
Me and the old vets complain about how these kids don’t leave a building to fight…
They’re planning something sinister
Is Montana a good place to move? About to throw a dart…
Forgive me
Of these sins I carry
Wandering
Lost in hell
Check my itinerary
Turning left with Mary
Uphill cemetery
No cross too heavy
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
Postscript
Decade at this and Poe died on the street.
Looking back – leaving the Devil in the dust – picking up my run.
Put away my gun.
Eyes focused. Sun.
I’ve been unable to delete my Playstation account – via phone or web. Infinite loop.
Called the New York times today and bit a hole in their asshole. Data deletion kind of pending. Gotta jump through hoops.
I’m aside myself.
At Starbucks, in public, I saw a Mexican grooming a young white female.
The way she clung to her drink – her straw – not making eye contact with him.
The things I overheard.
The way he puckered his lip.
How I just stood there – like a fawn -idling in my car – until she looked at me – saw my distress – and I pulled off left her there, in her pigtails and little dress – ordered my coffee appallingly – swore off society again – spent all day having issues controlling my breathing or my heart – like a unending panic attack – I threw away everything in my closet – swearing off anything sexy – and men likely forever – drowning in sorrow like a little bitch – remembering scenes at MacDonalds as a young girl I’d rather not recall
Knowing calling the cops with suspicion and hearsay is futile – knowing the propaganda they serve
I’ve gone insane
But then today
Sitting in my car
Pondering to keep an extra calendar I acquired or not – deciding that someone in fact may still need one – it being February 2nd and all – someone may have decided they need a calendar after all.
Not even 20 minutes later – awaiting my appointment – someone at the counter – “you don’t have anymore calendars do you?”
They did not…
I spoke up – “oddly enough God told me someone might need one, and I dropped one off at the front where the coffee normally is”
He promptly went and scored his new calendar, came back with it proudly.
He was still looking over it as I was leaving my appointment, like a half hour later.
Bless.
He probably won’t ever throw that calendar away.
Meanwhile, I’ve got monsters breaking me freeing me from a curse
I don’t have time to finish this conversation because I have a physical therapy appointment to attend.
I’m doing things.
Got my 20 minute rebound session in.
The peach is looking rather rump.
Round rump.
The abs are solid hard core
To be homeless or not be homeless
That is the question?
Answers are coming
P.S.S.
I can’t help the people I love.
I can’t stop giving.
I know things before they happen.
Little things.
Like someone needing a calendar.
WTF is that!?!
What have they done to me?
What powers do I possess?
He’s the first one
At my den
Sitting front face
Right where he’s been
And when he’s out there
In the harsh marsh marching
Blood for his pen
I know his foot steps
Right where I’m sinking
Count on him
Like one through ten
The alphabet but then
He smells of gin
Spice or cinnamon
He’s like a ghost in quicksand
Cynical and disciplined
He’s the whole world listening
When I speak
He’s the sun peeking in!
Even when light’s missing
He’s thinking when
“Will I see you again”
As if the earth just doesn’t spin…
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
I got carried away with this rhyme
And maybe he’s my imaginary friend
But there’s only so many letters in the alphabet for him to appear
I speak in morse code – maybe he can hear
Is my rambling clear?
It’s freestyle dear… 🙂
Father,
I’ve been forsaken
Fell on earth
Still shaking
Whole world undertaking
You feel me aching?
Cursing while I’m breaking?
Nightmare got me waking!
I am awaken?
How light will break in?
Always knocking, Satan!
Tell him, I hate him!
My soul ain’t vacant!
I hope God is patient
Before world naked
I’m basic
Darkness so pervasive
I’m growing complacent
Getting stuck in places!
Knowing what John faces!
I’m faceless!
Falling down ain’t gracious!
I’m persuasive!
Smiling where I’m hated!
Holes in wall frustrated!
Emaciated!
Hung on cross related!
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
“Where do you get your truth?”
I am the truth – that’s why I’m facing you
6000 years of deleting my word
But you don’t know what’s coming
Or you do
So I expect you’re running
Split in two
Soulless, too
Through and through
I don’t actually have a problem with “dry rot write” (dry well, writing droughts)
I need to learn to shut the fuck up
And I felt like I could continue this poem on for several more lines…
So I stop for fear of going “overboard” but I really wanna just keep going four pages if I must…
I write. With brain fog edit. Post.
I don’t know when I will get another chance
The clock is ticking
I’m obsolete forsaken
😑
I do not sleep in a rose-painted bed
With doves above my crown
I’ve got sorrow lying around
Like pillows drifting below
I do not sleep in a rose-painted bed
Where dreams assemble and grow
The visions of yesteryear
Left me somewhere dead
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
Postscript: Free speech below
What does it mean when shadows in your mirror appear?
Yeah, I can’t fucking sleep…
I’ve reached a new level of insanity
Please, not the streets.
There it is again!
Am I dying!?!? 😫
I mean, the poem turned out okay though?
God only made me average but I try and do it so well…
I fuck everything up, that’s a give
I want a rose-painted bed
I want a night of rest…
I want in his arms – I want to be valuable enough to be in the same room with a man – and not want to murder one another or break bonds
I’ve never imprinted
Feeling worthless is the baseline of depression
He’s got demons on his back
An angel full on attack
In an order of the fallen
His heart is black
But I bet –
He can hear me calling!
I know where success recedes
I hope God notices my little deeds
Despite making mistakes in excessive speeds
Crawling headfirst to sacred needs
I know where hatred breeds
How repentance precedes
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
Free speech below 🛑⚠️🛑
It should be illegal to sell our data or spam us at our private home address.
The rain forest is being turned into a McDonald’s coupon
I’ve always felt uneasy wiping my ass with a tree
Since age 5 or something
FYI
We’re turning earth into mars
Remember the great dust bowl? Here on earth
Keep chopping down the trees…
Earth will turn into a dead planet
“Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct”
Don’t shoot me if I wind up in your yard
Naked out of my mind….
Don’t have me committed
Don’t do anything
Just pretend I don’t exist like you do now
My labs are fine
But man I’ve lost my mind
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
It’s not just in the koolaid, it’s in the water too
FYI
I not only have to fight the urge to not leap from a fucking bridge, I have to also not get committed against my will.
I made bean soup yesterday and there’s only one bowl left. Shame.
Ate half the pot in one sitting. What a gluttonous little bitch. Followed by a fat slice of upside down pineapple coconut cake 2.0.
One slice of cake, one bowl of beans left. It was a good run.
I’m still throwing my life away.
I hope I’m not next
My trust setting is lower than yours
Like opening sores
Instead of closing doors
I am dead for sure
I’m lost
And in despair
The maps will lead you there
Dying
Does anybody care
Men are capable of great things
Except for taking care of me
I’m so far from reach
Tongue has lost its speech
The big sweep
Got me on my knee
Locked in misery
Losing sleep
Depression is a roundabout. I need a different route!
Found my worth
Dying on the cross
But it isn’t your loss
Nor the hole in the wall
It isn’t your turf
But don’t let me go, Murph!
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
STOP 🛑 Free speech below ⚠️⛔️⚠️
The way the forest was crying. So I tossed out a homemade trail mix. I swear I hear tweets of “thank u” and cute little calming chirps from the squirrels. When I hear crow arrive, I boldly and loudly say “CROW” out my window to greet him/her. A couple evenings ago Crow said something and a kid loudly yelled “shut up” to the crow.
Also a kid violently threw away some trash and I saw a squirrel fly from the bush onto a tree – in fear.
So all things live in fear here – thanks to BLM ✊🏿
Someone was loudly playing a “pussy” song out here from their car.
Charming
An abandoned wildcat is terrorizing the squirrels. We have 6 or 7 living in the slums now.
Being homeless might not be so bad in the summer.
There was a tent but it was sold at the pawn.
Along with all the other cheap shit that didn’t mean a thing.
Been tossing perfectly fine hardback books away in the trash.
Yet holding onto some book with torn pages.
I’m to blame for the ripped pages.
I place value in things I shouldn’t.
I deserve nothing.
The weed stopped working, and God doesn’t want me disassociating anymore. Boo.
I spent a load of money buying hardware and now they decided to stop selling that hardware and they replaced it with new hardware so you can’t replace the batteries and recharge or anything like that and so like I’m just done with the goddamn bullshit everywhere including my phone
They want us to pay for the phone – and the service – and the storage – and now you need an account or an app to read or do anything
It took a shit ton of effort to delete my PapaJohns account – had to call them – took them several minutes of jerking off – and supposedly it is done. They are selling your data, to the enemy. Tracking you.
I just wanted to order pizza man. I’m done ordering pizza. Cool beans.
And then, if you don’t keep all these apps updated, they’ll just keep changing their policies, spying on you.
Bombarding you with ads “you will buy this”
Newsflash: energy is not endless like the sea. Those in power are delusional.
NASA is delusions of grandeur
America is selling sex toys in front of children everywhere, and me! It’s disgusting!!!!!!!
Fine! Starve me on the cross! I refuse to participate!
The weed don’t work no mo!
The eddies. The flower.
Long time ago homegrown lasted longer than this overpriced, GMO modified junk!
Tier 1, tier 2, tier 3
Fuck all that
And… the kicker… having to pay to enter a “medical building”
I have to jump through the hoops to get to my legal weed, but y’all are selling sex toys in front of the fucking children for “health and wellness”
And apparently on the street, they’re selling junk as well and you get sexually harassed and your goods stolen
Where the fuck did the mindfulness and community unity go!?! You could smoke a joint a be set for a good 7 or 8 hours in the 90s
Meet up at the tree. Break time. Wee
I don’t even wanna go to the movies or go to the restaurants or buy anything because everything is fucking poisoned and everyone has a goddamn attitude
And they want a 15% tip for ringing you up
Bitch, you didn’t even greet me nor were you smiling
I worked 3 jobs with a smile…
Gentrification exists
And NASA and Hollywood are the same entity. We can’t expend all earth’s resources getting to a dead planet – we probably destroyed with bombs and fearmongering
We killed off the dinosaurs too
Narcissism and nihilism is killing off everything
I’m sick to fuck of crying…
The day is starting
There was no sleep again…
“Scientists” continue to say that we are in a sixth mass extinction (new world order agenda) but overconsumption is due to narcissism.
I’m tired of environments being destroyed for a fucking shopping mall that will be a abandoned in a few years
It’s clear the enemy took over America
Give it time, the church will be selling anal sex toys for “health and wellness” too…
Get it off the icecream truck
Probably cheaper than the icecream these days
It’s all conditioning
One gen to the next
It’s a utophian nightmare
We can’t leave earth!!!!!
Stop killing her!!!!!
The divorce rate is 85%+!!!
90% of all murders happen by men!!!!!!
Wake up!!!!!!!!!
Please father, don’t let me die on the street
Down here with all these demons
“You’re gonna die of a good time down here”
WHEN!?!?!
The gaslighting 😩
Can’t even watch a film
Throwing out all my band memorabilia in the trash bin 🤩
So much moneytimeenergy wasted 🤩
There won’t be much left to bleed soon…
I am boney tendons
I am without intention
I am deep in ascension
Got your attention?
Like comets missing
Circling new dimensions
I need intervention
Holy brigade of his suns
Shining light on this one
His favorite weapon
Energized confession
It’s called possession
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
Postscript (contains free speech) 🫣
Holyshit, the wave is picking back up now. I’m in the eye of the storm.
I’m that scene when Trinity leaps from the building and falls into fawn mode
“Get up Trinity, get up…”
She had Neo to live for. The great anomaly. Love.
They wouldn’t even give John Jones a second phone call and it was Thanksgiving.
The real life ain’t the movies (but they made one about him and changed the most important details to suit Hollywoods agenda).
Now John has a nickname in heaven but I don’t like it very much. “LJ”
He likes his nickname but I don’t
It was on my upside down pineapple coconut cake
An L and a J
“LJ” was here
LJ (squared) (John Jones)
And if you don’t get the L reference – NICKNAME (too fucking bad)
Ask John what the L means
He will tell you
Or read some articles
I read every statement he said dying down there
Stuff from official Utah sources
Comments during the time
I READ COMMENTS FROM MICHAEL LEVITT VICTIM BLAMING
Recently a shadow formed on my wall in an L shape with a man hanging
He loves his new nickname but is sensitive to the fact that I’m yet not…
I made cake and I like feeding the squirrels and John has a new nickname
One day I’m gonna visit the caves
“LJ lives here”
It’s not even funny
It broke me
And I was dying of heart inflammation
He imprinted on me
His spirit
I want to cut Michael’s dick off
I want to do very bad things…
I bake experimental cakes instead
And the weed don’t work!
My meds stopped working!
“Get up Trinity, get up”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am getting a new blog soon
This one can just exist as an archive of major fuckup disasters
New pen, new identity
New deck of cards
I did it for love. I don’t know what God has in store for me
I hope it’s not dying on the street
The good news:
I don’t actually have to jump from a bridge
I can buy a gun
🙂
(Which is better than hanging yourself with a belt in your hotel room like Chris Cornell and Michael Hutchence)
Bless
I was so upset when I learned Michael died of suicide when I was 10.
EVERYONE I LOVE IS DEAD (-)
Did I tell you that John has been saving my life
I should not have got vaccine number two after vaccine one caused me heart issues
I’ll never get another flu shot or vaccine again
How much do you love your job to push your agenda?
I’m a Soldier, going down in battle sounds better than this bullshit of self-sabotage or “committed”
I probably failed my review board as I feared even mentioning being homicidal – although it’s the reason they ask all vets at the VA now
“Are you feeling suicidal or homicidal today”
It was always just suicidal until I was saying, “oh I’m feeling more homicidal these days“…
And I graduated to group therapy but there’s holes in my walls
“I fantasize about dying”
“It’s not a field day out here”
But it will be if the cops show up for me
(If I die here, nobody will know I didn’t want to…)
Although I’ve been blogging pretty heavily about it
“I hate it here as much as John Jones hates that cave”
LJ bless
Love you bro…
I’ll never wear fake jewelry again
And gifts received –
Returned with “I’d rather be dead”
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
“I’m not good with goodbye”
I know why you lie
Your head in her smile
Making me immobile
It’s all-or-nothing thinking
Oh look, I’m sinking!
“Depression is treatable!”
Unless you’re unagreeable!
I must be some kind of fool
I’m stupid too
Sinner or saint
I crossed a line
I filed complaint
Near heavens gate
What if my only plan is to love you
Like a wild sea
I’m raging
For you to pursue
One, two
Passing out the card
On top
First
To discard
I’m letting go of floppy drives
Pulling from my back the knives
How do I reach you?
Through the fog?
No dialogue?
The sky is blue?
There are still parts of me a virgin
Like my love for you
And I fell in my youth
I sit behind no curtains
Maybe old burdens
Cold and cursing
These serpents
Feast on virgins
I want to hurt them
Still converting
God is learning
My spirit forms in verses
Satan’s not in service
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
So apparently, I’ve ran more people off again, and this time it’s because I was busy… 🙃
Busy having a midlife crisis
Laughs
Dear Edgar,
We’re the same
With love from hell,
Your daughter!?!?
With Love From Hell (new book title idea but no idea has ever been my own and Google is broken)
Still fixing the mothership and vessels
48 hours ago was so intense
In the eye of the storm now
Gonna make upside down pineapple coconut cranberry cake today (with nuts and seeds)
Gonna eat it all….
I don’t know why I crawled deeper in the hole
It’s scary down here
No one could save me
STOP 🛑 ✋🛑 This section of the cave is not worth exploring. 2 people have required rescue.
Scratch that idea
Let’s close the cave for six months and make a new map without the dangerous location. That’ll keep em out.
6 months later…
John Jones crawling around with a headlamp from his childhood because even with strict entrance rules, the management was narcissistically terrible, and though quick to victim blame, twas managements fault. He got a promotion and award for killing Jones, FYI
“Why did you put me here?” John Jones (love you bro)
When there’s so much intensity followed by so much calm.
Make cake…
With coconut milk, coconut oil, coconut flakes.
NOM
Just a box cake glorified
Whatever they did to the medicinal, it doesn’t work for me anymore.
Florida is trying to make it recreational
Which is good cuz I’m done paying the state every 7 months to enter a 🏥 building
Fucking criminals creating addicts while modifying and poisoning the goods – it ain’t natural anymore – or generationally grown. It’s lab designed and shit. Stripped everything good out of it. Waste of time and money. Money drain pit.
And if you live in Missouri, you have to pay the state extra money if you want to grow your own weed, because fuck this establishment
“Globalism will be great” they said. I wasn’t convinced in college. I was right.
Never do listen to myself
This will change
That’s the intention anyway
Over and out
I’m down in the slums
Marching around
Counting my crumbs
Mostly dumbfound
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
Two days ago I fed a squirrel.
Yesterday a squirrel grabbed my attention and brought a gang of his friends.
I fed them too.
I also added dry split pea to the seed and nut mix.
Now I got a bird grabbing my attention.
I’ll feed him too
I’m tempted to start buying squirrel and bird feed, and start spreading it everywhere (currently they’re eating my stash of food supplies) (I’m five pounds)
Stop on the side of the road, toss a bit
The city gonna start fining me for saving the world
It starts at home
And in your enemies backyard
They’re killing everything
Nihilism yah know
Psst I jumped into a deep pond
Now I’m somewhere 150 feet deep
I don’t want depth blackout
Thank God it was a full moon (I think)
It’s so cold down here a tear in my suit could send me to shock
I don’t know what’s next but the answers are coming (frighteningly)
I didn’t really have to crawl down here – but I panicked – and I did
I really deserve better than this
I think I’m learning my lessons and ready to try again
Need safe space
Where there is water moss will grow – especially when a source of warmth is involved
We can’t leave earth
Space exploration is a cool idea but that’s all it is and they go through great amounts to keep everyone asleep and hustling confusion
Astro physicist Neil Degrasse stated that the astronauts in the space station are not “in space”, he says “that is not space” and that he wants to go to the moon. He even stated the space station was “boring” and “didn’t want to do what 100 people have done before”
Let’s send Neil to the moon
Oh you lost all evidence on how to go eh
Oh the moon landing was rehearsed
Oh they didn’t have a phone line on the moon nor a way to talk from the moon to earth thus that famous quote we hear Neil say was actually recorded on earth (during rehearsal) (laughs)
So I might be moving
Onto the street
Come April 1st
Or, doors could be opening for me
There is no plan B currently
There is only isolation, packing/donating/selling/trashing my entire existence (minus some things I find valuable and I’d rather bury them in the dirt than tell you what they are)
I still sleep with my bayonet 🙂
I kept my vegan makeup and new closet items
And I’ve since added 4 new pairs of leggings to the collection (giving me 6 new pairs of comfies, nearly a week’s worth)
But some cause cancer
Laughs
So been hunting all cotton, wool, leather for wearing (sorry not sorry, natural does not hurt the eggs or delivery goods)
I’m not interested in memory foam no matter the name or price
That shit is toxic
Soon, the furniture will be removed from the apartment
The deep cleaning has already begun
I may need a shredding session like WaterGate
Only… I don’t know what files to keep or shred
People are dead
The deeds no longer matter
How long do you keep a receipt
And the looming tax files are the only thing I know for certain I should probably keep (medical and military records too)
Aside from that, I’ve got memories from folks and family I don’t want to remember
Or maybe I do
But all these things got to go
Things I’d like to do:
Yep so that’s about it…
Happy depression 2023
There the offer stood
Like humiliation in the door
I guess life ain’t good
Unless you’re in a brotherhood
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
Apparently the thing I was fighting for does have value.
Most everything else that was gifted to me was cheap, fake shit.
LAUGHS
Jumping ship
To where, to which?
To be continued…. (praying)
“Don’t let me go, Murph”
“Don’t let me sell, Murph”
Great time to sell, not-so-much to buy.
Couldn’t really turn things around.
Sometimes nurturing old faithful is the better (and less expensive choice) (lesson learned after much research)
3 too many doors too many
I’ll chill here awhile
God: “what are you doing out here, it’s been ten years.”
Me: fuck the god damn doors, they all lead to hell…
God: “come inside”
Me: I’m fine in purgatory thanks
The noise is sometimes reduced to soul screaming only
“I talk to dead people”
God: “I made hot chocolate”
Me: why didn’t you say!!!!!!!!
*crawls inside*
Did y’all know the Bible that has been re-written many times (red flag) is actually Luciferian
Tis is…
The earth is alive
We spawned from here
Nihilism is a plague
“Too many men” according to Asian science (with malicious intent and purpose)
Narcissism is a plague
Sold/donated/trashed nearly 44 years of my life
Was gonna sell my uniforms but probably outdated and old (tho some new lol)
But not old enough to be vintage sought after
Just basically obsolete because gentrification exists lol
Once the uniforms are gone, I’m completely lost down here
Can’t even take my training with me when I die
Welp
I tried to shake him off
He wouldn’t go
He’d only flutter
And bop around
Organize the clutter
Prepare for undertow
“I love you” he will mutter
In case I didn’t know…
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
He’s a very clever otter and must have been one in his previous life. He doesn’t mind my storms. He collects the debris to build a stable foundation and home. 🦦
New writing game. Write a poem about my mistakes. Tell the world.
Eminem made a name of himself being a fuck up and Edgar died on the street and I’m somewhere in between of I don’t know what’s next for me
So there’s your theme 🤪
I am dealing with some serious real life issues and it seems the devil enemy has got me surrounded
“I hate it here” John Jones
Hear, hear
All the shops are closed. I’m having a meltdown and they’re enjoying a 3-4 day calendar holiday that they invented
This timeline isn’t real
April fools because 13 months originally
When I realized two weeks ago that the entire world is not on the same calendar and Ethopia is seven years behind….
I sold my TV 📺
I have 8,000 photos scheduled for deletion
My best friend got rid of everything before she offed herself too
I just wanna move…
From this building to another off property and preferably out of city
I know it’s asking a lot when I don’t deserve anything
Or maybe I deserve better things
Than the things people monsters have destroyed
Turns out they look a lot like family and friends
I dunno, they’re all dead to me
I’m trying to ghost Apple
But I’ll likely have a comeback
It’s why I’m fighting for my life
It’s called will
Once you lose your will to survive, the mold will get you
Especially if your foundation was built on a swamp and is ran by an evil Chinese dictator overlord slumlord
GIVE ME ALL YOUR MONEY, DO NOT PASS GO
If globalism is the reason, the land keeps going up and all the taxes, then please for the love of fucking God, stop immigration
Living in a tent soon (if I’m lucks)
Ohhh tent never used – going in the to be sold at the pawn
One less item to worry with jumping ship
CMON John Jones! We getting da fuck outta here bro!
He ain’t been saving my life in vain….
(If only my therapist knew I was communicating with the dead)
(She knows about the holes in my wall…)
(She understands why the sex toys being sold in front of the children triggers me)
(Cuz I was sexually abused as a child)
(“Oh”) *quietly sobs*
The sins of the Father 🤩
Satan is the Devil ran by an evil Chinese dictator
I mean, I wrote a love poem.
It is the end of the world.
His love is the equivalent of “stopping to smell the bloody roses”.
I like when he cleans me hypothetically.
“You’ve got some on your nose…”
Midlife crisis
Or awakening
The sacrifices
They all look the same to me
© Delia Ross. 2023 / @poeeternal
First poem drop of the year
This must be what it’s like for God to mourn
Fall down with thorn
Hope stillborn
I’m here to warn
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
The sign read: buy, sell, trade. But the sign was a lie. I plan to return and pass a note to the demon owner: it will flood again.
LAUGHS
“I’m only doing trades right now”.
I can’t wait to pass him a note like a little kid from school. Gonna skip off too.
He’ll be watching his monitors for weeks in a panic. Thinking I’m unhinged.
Laughs.
“The floods will come again”.
There’s no ethics stored in science
And complaining is not compliance
I’m in hell on the wrong alliance
Now switching teams without guidance
Father is a predator
“I’m not good with metaphor”
Lies spun from the tongue
Feasting off the young
I’m so far segregated from my family tree
My neck is hanging
This place is cursed 🛑✋🛑
I’d rather live in a box
Out in the boondocks
Hunting with the crocs
Open meadows, zero locks
I hate it here
The neighbors in the rear
The cheaply atmosphere
Acting fake when not sincere
The fights always near
The loud knocking dear!!!
I wish therapy came with a cleaning course, demons have no remorse…
Like princess and the pea, I woke up with a needle under me….
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
So the reason I am so sensitive to sex toys being sold in front of children is because I was sexually abused as a child and my therapist kind of brought this point up to me yesterday, but it was a revelation point – like oh – I started crying.
And I am extremely triggered being exposed to sex toys especially when teenagers and children are around (my recent experience at the mall for example – I’ll never return). Humiliated and frightened to death. I don’t even own sex toys. It desensitizes the area. It’s Satanic (sorry not sorry) (manmade not of original design or use)
That stuff was always behind 21+ adult stores – behind black walls – the secret backrooms have become open orgy in the street.
This isn’t the same country I fought for. My values don’t match with what’s being forced on me.
My therapist has seen the worst of me and is proud of me. FYI. I’m like okay but there’s holes in my wall…
It took a lot to stop disassociating just to figure out what my values were and I know that they are not being a band, groupie propaganda whore, or sex bot
I have done some stripping in my life yes. But I was terrible at it. They all wanted more from me and got pissed when the answer was no. Pretty bias exists. The money no. I was rated a 5 in my 20s. Laughs out loud.
How to get rid of mold? Evacuate the premises. Don’t build on top a swamp ran by an evil Chinese dictator slumlord.
Gentrification is a thing, and the Fair Housing act just means this:
Base pay + give it time and they will start charging to wipe your ass
So forced to live in deplorable conditions – where white lives are in deletion (check the census asshole, it’s not just how people are reporting)
Black Lives Matter!!! White lives don’t!
Yay!!!!!!!
Being on fixed income doesn’t mean one can’t pay rent but now they are including all this other bullshit to keep people out 🚩
Who the fuck wants to pay $95 a month for cable reruns when the Internet is free?
Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $250 a month just to park their vehicle where they live?
Who the fuck wants someone else controlling their electricity and the temperature of their home?
The rich gents do. Gentrification. The Fair Housing act is bullshit.
Who the fuck wants to pay an extra $40 a month just to have storage space? Oh yeee a garage! That’ll be an extra fifty please. Go to jail. Do not pass go.
And… 100k in insurance for the cheap shit I no longer own!
$100 app fee ($25 in the 90s, it keeps creeping up each year) + now an additional $200 “admin fee”
Tell the pedos to get fucked
I’d rather live in a box
Than under BlackRock who are taking ownership of all the major towns and cities in the ungreat state of Florida, which has quickly turned to shit like California and New York, because the immigrants have fucking ruined it
I said what I said
Narcissism is a plague
Dogs were made in a lab in Asia and now they want to charge you for owning one in your home because pet rent you know and slavery
I hate living here as much as John Jones hates that cave
The map is hangman everywhere I go
And now they are fucking with the Second Amendment and trying to take our guns. By creating rules on who can own one if plagued by a mental illness (that they caused). Just like they changed the definition of a woman to benefit man. Anything to get closer to the children. Porn could be censored like our free speech. The way Elon Musk can censor a picture circulating of himself that he don’t like. Too much control and power. They don’t believe in God and they think they are gods. Just like they edited the Bible to suit their agenda. Condition you, change the rules. History rewritten before our eyes. But as long as you keep hitting your vape pen and being poly cuz lgbt is a cult and Satan is in society.
This timeline ain’t even real. Manmade traps to serve man only. They fucking hate women being in charge of creation and are destroying everything and plan to edit dna and rebuild a new earth where they are gods. It must end. 90% of all murders happen by men. Honeybees have a 50% reduced lifespan now thanks to gene editing. Human population is also down.
Doctors aren’t your friend. I’m not here to make amends; judgment hour: angel. What’s hard to comprehend? It’s hell or ascend.
Follow me if you wanna go off map and get lost….
RIP John Jones (as above, so below)
(What’s happening to me, happened to him)
Patterns are key to survival. Don’t ignore warnings or red flags.
The Great Void isn’t real. I want it to be but then I studied it. It’s made up to fit their expansion model. The Big Bang isn’t real. Science is fake. “We create our own reality”. Computers can’t feel. Please wake up.
I sold my TV.
I might be selling my military uniforms, but then I think oh my God, how fucking suicidal am I now
It’s this or the mold
I’m trying to escape gravity
Mold comes from the deep void
But the void ain’t real and we can’t leave earth
Since 1970 68% of all life has gone extinct
But now the honeybees are at 50% half-life thanks to science 😍
I watched a demon toss a live tree in the trash. Christmas is over. No remorse. What’s next to own and/or destroy? Fuck the poor. Fuck the white.
Fuck Native American too
Asia number one
Hurry die
Checkmate
Tender mercy
Sharpening knives
Overwhelming worry
Ending lives
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I apparently don’t believe in abortion or euthanasia.
“Thou shall not kill” hits differently for Angel Baby.
The little mutt may be a Frankenstein made in a lab, but he has a soul and a heartbeat, and I’m not getting in the way of God or his plans and whatnot.
So I have a hellhound in this timeline. He hates it here (this location) as much as John Jones hates that cave.
Hear, hear
The crows were never here the prior four years.
Neither was BlackRock – who took control of this building
I need out the city
The Titanic is sinking overrun with racism and murder of white folk by Black Lives Matter but white lives don’t
Check the census. It’s not just how people are reporting stupid.
“So you don’t believe in interracial marriage”
You can marry who you want but I don’t want to live in a predominantly black neighborhood ever again…
I’m autistic angelic
I curse and say “autistic”
I’m gonna get committed
The enemy is in a white coat and White House
My mama think I got a “dirty mouth”
Over and out…
To those still lurking, thank you. Maybe one day, a night bloom.
Hell is freezing waters. Heaven has daughters.
I misread the diagram
I’m not where I am
But am I
Lion or lamb
Goddamn
The scam
Is a program
Thorough exam
Disengaged Aries the ram
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Who parks at my gate
Love rusted and weary
The demand for redemption
Hand emptied
Where is the offering
For a foundation of truth
Even the storms have freewill
Galloping
John rests his case
Along pillows of worry
Beyond rescue
Where heaven is blurry
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I’m two places at once: https://linktr.ee/PoeEternal
Would you let the moon in?
She’s out there charging
Soul for sin
Must be a bargain
Losing spin
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Postscript: I gained a pound. 111 now. Gratitude.
The house is full of food and ghosts. Spirits and curses. The crows gather around.
Everybody is serving Satan.
And I’m suppose to just sit back and smile.
New lines are forming on my face.
I just had another EKG and xRay completed – doc musta saw something cuz has ordered and scheduled me another echocardiogram.
I have so many appointments this month – all over. Deland. Lake Nona/ Orlando. Daytona.
But I gained a pound. A GOOD POUND.
I don’t want to die.
Still fighting the good fight.
Like our dear John Jones, I crawled so far in the hole.
The Good maker blessed us with 100+ years.
Neo if you’re out there…
If you can read this…
Trinity down
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The day resets
The bath grows cold
He’s no regrets
Said life is love
But mostly debts
Let luck manifold
And you’ll have no sweats
Little gold
Cuz I stole success
And you cannot fold
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I do hail from the deep Deep South
Yep.
The Matrix is broken
The glitch took me to a place I’d never been before
We’re sorry
That profile is not available
You thought love was unfailable
We hope you feel terrible
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Edgar Allan Poe died on the street because of this bullshite
He didn’t make it past 40 without love (which happened to be his blood cousin – not through marriage – but blood relation – uhm incest)
I’m gonna throw up 🤢
Still. He is tattooed on my bone. And skin
“Earth is lying”
A constant reminder
I’m just a former shell of all I could’ve been
I hope somebody in heaven still loves me
Closing shop but still sinning at my private clubhouse where it seems the Devil and crows have gathered
I don’t find the crows ominous at all
They bring me gifts and blessings
I crawled deeper in the hole – cuz I don’t know how to leave well enough alone – and I’ve never been more frightened in my life
Edgar was a Soldier
The enemy is in the White House
“I’m that program in the system doing what it’s not suppose to…”
Literally programmed to make a mess
This is why heaven is empty
Nobody wants me here
I’ve been ghosted again
Rambling
These feet catch wind
No shambling
I’m lite as sin
Soul gambling
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
This is the way God wants it
I’m convinced
He wants me focused on healing ❤️🩹
Course correcting
Plugging the ship
Making soup with thangs he grows
The earth has veins and we’re mining her and that’s why sinkholes form
The Devil wants to destroy everything God made and organic
He loves synthetic
The Bible has been rewritten so many times that you are actually serving a dark entity. You are worshiping the devil.
And a false entity
I’ve made so many mistakes
Got a new identity
Getting the apartment back to a shell
I look like I’m moving in or out of hell
My bed is always made
I rarely sleep under cover
I guess my sins aren’t paid
More suffering to discover
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Busy day today. Having tea. Then stuff to be done.
He likes my fit peach
Wants it between his knee
Not out of reach
Says I make him lose his speech
My fit peach
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
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I know why everybody’s gone, halfheartedly
The Devil is a finely-tuned mistake
Just off center front stage
Sitting in a black box
Drinking champagne
His eye a spotlight
He keeps a letter in his pocket
Dark corduroy lint free
He smells of oak and pine
And her expression is a look of expectation she will never meet
He finds her in the most desolate ruin
Out of breath
Wasted time
Ready to die
Regret is a curtain pulled aside
And she dances with fury
He’s convinced the moon is under her spell
Gazing
Engorged
She prefers the clouds her audience
The quiet solitude
Where destiny won’t find her
Where broken promises and debts will never be paid…
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
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He’s taking phone calls
Then running back to me
His rules, his protocols
But don’t have a skeleton key
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
WARNING BIG MOUTH BELOW
I’m sick of being quarantined. I’m sick of dying. I’m sick of the VA murdering me.
I’m crawling through hell to stay alive
Not getting phone calls. Don’t know his Twitter. But he need me to know he’s hot and after.
I would be hurting less with his cuddles. But nooo zombieeeeee
And he wanna punish me for getting stuck
At least John Jones’s brother said “I’m not mad at you for getting stuck” and he never saw him again after that
My sister died and went to hell with me mad at her
I’m still mad!!!!
I need to escape the Matrix. I don’t wanna vote. I need a small field. To grow things or die.
I do have a bunch of doctors appointments coming up, I fucking hate the Hitler deathcamp I’m trapped in
I don’t know how to escape the regime
Without leaping into the singularity
I would like to die in his arms. Just him.
The Devil is coming after me hard
So turns out he had trouble messaging too
Which means he didn’t block me
And all those other thoughts that followed after were untrue
“He was bored”
“He didn’t like the topic”
“He wanted to punish me”
WHAT DIDN’T I THINK UP
I don’t know anymore if people are being emo or if it’s the algorithm
I JUST DON’T KNOW
I absolutely did not block him from communicating tho – and he was blocked for like five minutes on my fucking phone
And he knows why
HE KNOWS
HE SHOULD NOT HAVE TOLD ME ABOUT HIS TWITTER
Don’t even need to say it
🤐
He wants me to know about the life he’s living that I’m not allowed to know about
I should probably cut my dead ends off but fuck it I’m almost dead
And I like looking like a mermaid
Apologies for apologies
Sorry never sorry
Maybe on safari
Headed for Centauri?
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Welp. Gone is gone.
Apologies for apologies
Like wind I flee
King of quitting
All hail misery
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
I’m not allowed in anyone’s garden. I make too many messes.
The Smart TV
In the trash
Propaganda machine
Gone in a smash
Glass flying like a limousine
Zero backlash
Fuck quarantine
But I am marching last
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Yesterday I carried the Smart TV to the bin. It’s stupid. The Internet is dead and ran by an algorithm. It should be made 21+. It’s full of propaganda, porn, and predators.
Walmart is selling sex toys in front of children – and online too in the “health” section.
This is not healthy or good. Growing up all my life, that stuff was found in Adult 21+ stores only.
Now I’m exposed to it shopping for essentials. I don’t own any toys. I don’t want to see anal plugs next to Lava Lamps or in the “health” section. Porn has destroyed humanity. FYI. I know you don’t care. 90% of all murders happen by men and since 1970 68% of ALL LIFE has gone extinct.
It’s synthetic everything now. Can’t even find some cotton from my hometown. I feel a stranger in my own land and country I fought for.
It was always the dollar tree, always. That junk was never worth more than pennies. Fucking GAWD. IMMIGRATION
I don’t want any part of toxic America society which has been destroyed by our enemy through globalism and narcissism.
I continue to receive the rainforest in my mailbox to eat at places or to shop at places I will never shop at.
I can’t opt out anywhere from anything. It’s toxic and sick.
They are trying to commit soldiers who are going after 100% disability for mental health through the VA.
I will go all Hannibal Lecter on your ass. I will. God knows. 👀
The suicide rate continues to increase among veterans and military because the OER’s and NCOER’s aren’t matching the Mission statement or what’s going on in the real world
I’m very depressed and suicidal but you’re not gonna lock me into a fucking jail cell because I don’t agree with this dictatorship society and never have
And now when you go out and about there are a bunch of desensitized GenZ and Millennials who only care about instant gratification, quietly quitting, or the LGBT community.
I am quietly quitting society
I’m not gonna sit back and let the enemy commit me for what they’ve done to me
I’m leaving here soon
This identity
It’s all gone
Back to reading books (I still have yours with ripped out pages and I’m still speaking to ghosts)
They want to commit us…
The rubberband is gonna pop
They keep pushing us and FYI we busted our ass more than any generation alive – with nothing but scar wounds to show for it – and they want to commit us – instead of paying us compensation.
It’s sick what the enemy is getting away with because the Millennials are so emancipated
I’m trapped like John Jones only I currently got a toilet which is now under BlackRock ownership
There’s no rent control out here
They are gutting us from the inside with policies that do not fit America
Joining an app or signing up for an account just means they are going to sell your private personal data and you can never fully leave
I CAN THO. YOU CAN’T MAKE ME WATCH TV
I’M NOT ANSWERING SURVEYS TO TRAIN THE ALGORITHM
I DO NOT LIKE ANY OF THIS
SUICIDE IS HUMANE
Crows and raven patterns
Demands he’s going after
Rings as full as Saturn
Kissing under lantern
Unholy laughter
Coffee with warm milk and dark chocolate
Hearts come with broken lockets
Empty picture frames not flawless
I have skeletons in my closet
I make him feel all the senses
Dizzy jumping fences
Climbing towards defenses
He needs me endless
He’s possessed
Or the letter was written in blood
Signed and scribbled with mud
Let love manifest
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
“I don’t want my kids to see this” 💋
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John,
Prayers for insane. Payers don’t get blamed. Layers for the game.
John,
Doomsayers say. Favors come with maim. Strayers have timeframe. I counterclaim.
John,
I have nightmares. Downstairs lost your way. Wares have minimal wage. Flares now come with rage.
John,
Affairs decay. Players turn the page. But what of you became?
John,
I’m not okay.
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
John, I haven’t forgot you were crucified upside down for Thanksgiving. Worst way to die. The very worse. “I’m spitting” hear, hear
Your story is a guidepost for my own wrongdoing.
I can’t get past the, “I thought it was going to open up”
“Yeah, we took that off the map. Figured people with common sense would know dusty means don’t go”
I want to rip his fucking dick off with my teeth, I mean Lorena Bobbitt cut her husbands dick off with scissors and they’re doing fine…
Just saying
Michael Levitt murdered John Jones
Psst… John is here. He’s refractive.
“Everything’s okay”
The sky is grey
The streets are flooded
May sound cliché
But hope cold-blooded
And hell to pay
My faith is studded
And he is my valet
The Devil mudded
Dirty like the clay
He won’t sound thudded
Rotting on display
His position rugged
New earth to survey
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
RIP JOHN JONES
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Large dose of ginger
Ugly sweater for winter
Empty frame with picture
His kiss December
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Freestyle before I lose power 🙂
I wasn’t ready for Halloween to end lol but I do have some Christmas items arriving soon – they made it to Orlando. 🙂
Veterans Day is tomorrow but the streets might be flooded and I may be homebound and required by law 🙃
The lights have been flickering on and off so storm Nicole is near (I think that’s her name)
Florida does lose power
I’ve lost it for a week at a time on two occasions where I live 🙂
Not ghosting
I’ve been really busy in the real world but I do have some cute lingerie sets here already that are not holiday themed – as well as a halter and booty short set that sold out on Dolls Kill – in a small – that fits!!! I do wanna get proper photos in these things.
The halter set is vinyl. I wanted it in red. It sold out. Was lucky to get the mocha – in small – and it fit. Yay! Pics soonish! 🤪
It’s just… I’ve never had Christmas lingerie before – and my package is nearly here 📦
As far as I’m concerned, Christmas started when my skates arrived – and fit!
Was lucky to score a pair at all!
And I absolutely adore these. Kinda unisex. Fits my goth grunge style.
Like the bat, I am the dark
Oh, remember how I said we need to enter a black hole feet first
John kinda took it literal and is leading the way
He is the closest to the center of the earth
Where do you think the Sun is falling?
Even NASA (if you believe) stated we were 2000 light-years closer to Sagittarius A* than previously thought
Yeah because the math is wrong…
Management should have been replaced when two kids got stuck at Nutty Putty cave – but instead they decided to make a new map that did not feature parts of the dangerous cave and re-opened it for John Jones to get stuck
He owns that cave, that’s his ship now
Him and Earth became one
She accepted his sacrifice
And feet first we go…
I have a plan
If I can get it to stick
Keep missing
My own target
Maybe God’s middleman
I feel a lunatic
Roaming without land
In a panic
I give a damn
Lost without yardstick
Devil where lie began
Evil is arithmetic
I have eyes to scan
The earth they turn to scarlet
Dividing when they can
Label me a harlot
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Should I start over under a hidden identity with my face and tattoos never shown? And my opinion never disclosed? It seems I would have better odds if my mouth were closed.
John, what are you doing down there?
“I thought I was somewhere else on the map”
It’s November. John died in November. I’m grateful I can remember he was murdered.
I live somewhere
On the outskirts
You won’t find me
Where his position asserts
I’m not responding
To alarms and alerts
Even when I’m craving
All his bloody desserts
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
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The dead-nosed reindeer
Will change the atmosphere
From cheer to fear
Instant in a light-year
The cynical snowman
Like an evil program
Hate will last a lifespan
Sin his piping plan
Dead to me
Like your Christmas tree
Presents for devotee
Rotting disbelief
Doomed dessert
Black your soul convert
I’ve seen them at work
Make you hurt the worst
Goddess of gloom
Now in the room
I come with doom
Prophecy assumed
Hollow pumpkin shell
Endless souls in hell
Can’t help myself
Hate is heartfelt
War of the roses
Love decomposes
Lies is where his nose is
Overcast is ghosted
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
My location is
The light from chandeliers
Knelt down
The thorns around your crown
Need the heavy glow of moonlight
The deep trails of twilight
Your words gives me appetite
Open wounds for sacrifice
Redemption on the dark side
His expression was burning like a sun
I wondered what had I done
Sundown soon
Turns out –
I’m just someone!?!
Hello Unicorn
Spooky tales
And wishing wells
Parables in parallels
Devil sleeps
In nine hotels
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
It’s Halloween y’all. I bought skates. I’m glowing. Another heirloom, so hope they fit.
Conversations with Millennials be like:
“Have you ever hung out at a Mall”
“DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GENX AT ALL?” 🫢
I beat Mortal Kombat on a quarter with a line of people waiting and watching me at the arcade with SubZero against GORO
My mom was a bitch but I beat the game on a quarter.
No easy task.
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