Maranda Quinn

Words bloom like wildflowers in the garden of my heart – each pedal a syllable my mouth could never express.🩷31, totally blind, lover of poetry and prose, trying to expand my short story skills, recovering addict/possible trigger warnings!

Maranda Quinn

The Dust Of You

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

The first time you held me in your arms,

you handled me with such tender care,

Like a precious thing pulled from the dark,

Scarred but beautiful, something rare.

You never flinched from all my ruin,

the broken, jagged edges of me,

and when I sliced you open deep,

you wore each scar willingly.

With blood still fresh across your skin,

your wounds laid bare, and yet you stayed.

The lov...

Poetry

Romance

Hiding Place

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

When the sun slips down

and dusk hangs heavy,

like dust on this worn-out town,

I close my eyes, see your face,

pretending you’re still here.

In my mind, I run to you—

you’re where I disappear.

This old house groans and creaks,

its bones are wearing thin.

Our memories play hide and seek.

I think of you, of simpler days,

the laughter, the steady ways.

I picture that warm smile upon your face,

I r...

Poetry

Romance

A Second Skin

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Your presence clings to me,

Like fresh paint, a second skin.

I split myself open,

And let you slither in.

Wrap yourself around my bones,

Carve your name into my heart.

Turn this body into dust,

Shatter me apart.

Darling, bring me to my knees,

Consume me, take my life.

I’ll be your blood-stained canvas,

And you can be my knife....

Poetry

The Art Of Pretending

Maranda Quinn

2 min read

They say ignorance is bliss, but I’ve never been blessed with that kind of mercy. I sit back and watch him, studying every move, every casual laugh, every kiss that brushes my lips with a false tenderness. There was a time when he would kiss me as if I were the air that he breathed. A time when he looked at me as if he’d been searching for me his entire life. Now, the kisses come with all the pass...

Drama

Romance

Beauty, Dead & Gone

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I decided to write a poem that uses these three words instead of creating a character that embodies them. Hope you guys enjoy! 🩷😊

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I’m rough around the edges,

My heart is cracked and jagged.

I’m ravenous for love,

With self-esteem that’s ragged.

And baby, all I really know

Is that I don’t know a thing.

Loving you is painful,

But I can’t live without the pain.

If I could climb a mountai...

Poetry

Romance

The Ghost Of You

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

You were the music to my ears,

The constant song that played.

A Melody so soft and sweet,

I thought you’d never fade.

But suddenly, the record stopped,

And silence took its place.

The darkness swallowed you,

And you were gone without a trace.

I waited for 1000 years,

For you to come around.

I listened for your melody,

In each and every sound.

Now the record’s cracked and worn,

It ga...

Poetry

Romance

Earthbound

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I watched them spread their tiny wings,

And listen to the songs they sing.

Oh, how I wish that I could tag along.

Every morning, they swoop in,

And at night, they retreat again.

While I’m trapped, earthbound, waiting for their song…...

Poetry

Isn’t Life Grand?

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I couldn’t even look anyone in the eye. Not that it mattered, because at this point I was convinced my eyes had completely bugged out of my skull and were rolling across the floor somewhere. My stomach did a somersault so aggressive, I thought it might stage a protest and hop right out of my body. Maybe if I turned inside out, I could crawl into myself like a human pretzel and stay that way for th...

Humour

Addicted To The Pain

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I pull you close, then push you back,

Until you disappear.

I love you when you’re far away,

And hate you when you’re here.

I’ leave because you make me sick,

But I cry when I’m away.

So I come running back again,

It’s a game, and you love to play.

I bite the hand that feeds me,

So that maybe it’ll let me starve,

But baby, Give me the razor blade,

It’s your name that I would carve.

Is ...

Poetry

Drama

The Ocean Of Unspoken Pain

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I lay my head upon your chest,

And listen to your heart.

Hand in hand, skin on skin,

Yet still, we’re worlds apart.

I remember when love, and love alone,

Made a home inside of us.

Not the ocean of unspoken pain,

That now separates us.

Tell me, love, where have you gone?

To shores I cannot see?

If I can’t bring you back to me,

I’ll drift where you may be....

Poetry

Romance

Maranda Quinn

Maranda Quinn

The Dust Of You ￼

Hiding Place ￼

A Second Skin ￼

The Art Of Pretending ￼

￼ Beauty, Dead & Gone

The Ghost Of You ￼

Earthbound ￼

Isn’t Life Grand? ￼

Addicted To The Pain ￼

The Ocean Of Unspoken Pain ￼

The Dust Of You ￼

Hiding Place ￼

A Second Skin ￼

The Art Of Pretending ￼

￼ Beauty, Dead & Gone

The Ghost Of You ￼

Earthbound ￼

Isn’t Life Grand? ￼

Addicted To The Pain ￼

The Ocean Of Unspoken Pain ￼

The Dust Of You

Hiding Place

A Second Skin

The Art Of Pretending

Beauty, Dead & Gone

The Ghost Of You

Earthbound

Isn’t Life Grand?

Addicted To The Pain

The Ocean Of Unspoken Pain

The Dust Of You

Hiding Place

A Second Skin

The Art Of Pretending

Beauty, Dead & Gone

The Ghost Of You

Earthbound

Isn’t Life Grand?

Addicted To The Pain

The Ocean Of Unspoken Pain