Author: mlwright9

  • Shut Up Angela😡😡😡

    Shut Up Angela😡😡😡

    And to every person who ever complained to my face about a decision that the marketing team of a multi-billion dollar company made, I have this to say:

  • I’d Like to Taste of Divine

    I’d Like to Taste of Divine

    I’d like to taste divine. Breathe smoke, fire, red flame. Cover my life with floral, red lace.

  • Shout Out to my Ex

    Shout Out to my Ex

    Well, as a play on words and a joke to myself, I wrote a poem about the experience fresh off the heels of the breakup so the emotion is nice and spicy. Instead of his actual last name, I just used Ferdinand instead. Mr. Ferdinand. And now, every time that I write about this villain’s…

  • Dark-Or-Not

    Dark-Or-Not

    Long story short, Thank you for reading my poems over the years and please enjoy this free collection.

  • Dark-or-Not

    Dark-or-Not

    In truth, this is a love letter to my younger self and the influences I imbibed. I hope I can pierce someone’s heart the way other poets have and continue to do today.

  • My Editor says that Prologues suck so here’s a sneak peak into my sequel

    My Editor says that Prologues suck so here’s a sneak peak into my sequel

    I knew the individual words she said, but the way they were strung together and coming out of her mouth… I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I couldn’t picture it. Her? A mother? She could barely remember to get the mail at least weekly.

  • Coming July 1st, 2021…

    Coming July 1st, 2021…

    I’ve used most of my late teen-early adult years using poetry as my therapy. Speaking to a licensed professional: expensive Spewing word vomit into a journal: 3 dollars for the journal, 25 cents for the pen. Normally, I’m actually quite embarrassed by my poetic past. Most of them scream sad, emo kid. However, with a…

  • The F-bomb

    The F-bomb

    *DISCLAIMER* This post contains strong language. Also, opinions. If either offends you, consider sitting this one out.

  • Autumn

    Autumn

    I’m bored at work so pretend it’s thursday again. Tbt to when I thought I was the shit at making poems. I don’t hate this one though. I’m still surprised by how well this piece speaks to how I feel at this moment when it was written years before I even felt romantic heartache. I…

  • Lack Thereof

    Lack Thereof

    don’t ask me how 16 year old virgin lonely me who never left the house was able to encapsulate 21 year old me’s feelings. I genuinely can’t tell if it’s deep or if this last break up actually broke my brain.