"Thinking of You"
My mind often drifts, and when I tend to be thinking of letting my facade drop, they cross my mind.
My mind often drifts, and when I tend to be thinking of letting my facade drop, they cross my mind.
No one else had taken the time to listen to me ramble; ramble about my obsession with him; and yet he himself does. This must be love.
If you know me, I'm a bit of a true crime junkie. I find joy in documenting cases, cold or solved, and sharing them with whoever likes to listen. I hope you enjoy a few I covered myself!
Bubba "Leatherface" Sawyer, a forced serial killer and cannibal. Bubba was born around the year 1939, but his exact date of birth was never given. Bubba is considered a man-baby who kills in the idea of defending himself and his family; even to the point, as portrayed in the film "Leatherface," to kill someone whom he...
His words always leave me speechless. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved to this newer account.)
Warning: This story contains stalking and Stockholm syndrome, which may be uncomfortable to some readers. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved...
This poem was originally dedicated to a Texan friend of mine for his birthday, however I don't want to consider it that anymore; but as my own piece without dedication. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other a...
When you find yourself deathly dedicated to a relationship, you find yourself craving for these words. He gifted me with them. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I star...
Jealousy is a foul thing, it ravages us all; yet it is human. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved to this newer account.)
My God, my world, my light, my savior, darlin', baby, Hun; a few nicknames that I've given the love of my life, yet 'my God' always seems to explain much more. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account an...
This poem is special, dedicated to an ex-lover who ended up being one of my greatest friends. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved to th...
We lose and we gain; it took losing the charm in my life to find the love of my life. That charm will never be forgotten for his sacrifice. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back...
This poem is dedicated to my lovely partner, a man who taught me that cheating gets you nowhere. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved to...
In your darkest hours, there is always a reason to push on. (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my poetry pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved to this newer account.)
This was a put together piece for my English project a few weeks back, I hope you enjoy! (Yes, this will be found on another account. But I assure you that this is my pieces, my partner can back me up. I was logged out of my other account and couldn't get back in, so I started from step one and moved to this newer acc...
Yet another English project, one that sent me in over my head. This one, however, is an add-on to a podcast I had listened to, 'The Hollow'. All credit for the characters themselves, and the podcast, goes to it's rightful creators. And I recommend listening to the entire podcast before reading this, it'd make more sen...
Yet another English project, one that sent me in over my head. This one, however, is an add-on to a podcast I had listened to, 'The Hollow'. All credit for the characters themselves, and the podcast, goes to it's rightful creators. And I recommend listening to the entire podcast before reading this, it'd make more sen...
This was a poem made in the heat in the moment, made for someone who was surely crumbling. That poem has never been given to another, solely being for them and them only.
I had originally did this for an English assignment, but I couldn't help but share it. Warning: This story contains stalking and Stockholm syndrome, which may be uncomfortable to some readers.
Bubba "Leatherface" Sawyer, a forced serial killer and cannibal. Bubba was born around the year 1939, but his exact date of birth was never given. Bubba is considered a man-baby who kills in the idea of defending himself and his family; even to the point, as portrayed in the film "Leatherface," to kill someone whom he...
This poem, alike others, is dedicated to my truly outstanding partner; a man of glory, if I may.
A few years ago, years that I dread, a piece of me had been taken away. That piece of me was a person, a man; a lovely one at that. Clover is what many called him, including myself. He was ripped away from me way too soon, and this is to honor that.
'One Day' is a poem dedicated to someone I hold dearly, someone I cannot smile without.