Author: mlwright9
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Kiss her Wrists
I saw a quote once “Could you kiss her lips, If you knew sadness kissed her wrists?” Because I could. I could kiss her lips. Fact, I could kiss her wrists. M.L. Wright I did change a few of the original words. just because of how sensitive the meaning of the poem is to me.…
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Wait on me
You don’t know it yet But no one will love you like me. Your existence pulls on me. Does it pull on you? Or am I just lonelike wishing That someone’s waiting on me. M.L. Wright I’m creating this post as a good friend of mine’s wedding is being set up. Love is simply in…
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Roses
Roses Lilies dream of becoming roses. Wilting Roses pray to stay roses. Sunflowers learn of the sun Boasting as scholars on the run. Roses, revered and rare, held up, Placed on a pedestal, made clear. Daisies dream of becoming roses. But it’s clearly marked, made clear; Roses are the most beloved, Most rare and revered.…
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From the Sky
I could cry out into the sky until the day I die and ask the omnipotent guy, why? And he’d reach his hand down
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Tips on How to be a Good Beta Reader and Why You Should Start Beta Reading Today
Something that I think surprised me when I first started out was how popular writing truly was. So many people have so many stories to tell. Which is a beautiful thing that I think should be celebrated more often. Whatever you are into, there is an author wanting to share it. And I mean anything.
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Middle of the Road
Before summer was over, my mom moved me out to New York City to live with my grandpa. I couldn’t face the swamp or anything in it. The concrete jungle was a comfort where my home was a constant reminder.
