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

Shotgun Shells On The Battlefield

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I walk alone on the edge of death,

a cracked veneer of borrowed flesh.

The cold winds whisper: you’re alone,

a shadow stitched to hollow bone.

Eyes like caves that hold no flame,

A familiar face with a stranger’s name.

It mocks the quiet, feeds the ache,

a drowning heart in a still-black lake.

Every step, the ground dissolves,

questions rise but never solve.

The sun retracts its golden claws,

...

Poetry

Lovesick Junkie

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Oh, what I would give,

If I could make you soluble,

To put you in a spoon and break you down,

Let love be the tourniquet,

Sweating, shaking, tie it off.

I’m lovesick baby.

Find a vain, big and blue

Break right through the scar tissue,

shoot you into my blood,

God, I’d be so high on you,

So high on love,

I’m a lovesick junkie and you’re my favorite drug....

Poetry

When This Life Is Over

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

When I have spent the fleeting years,

The ones that Heaven kindly gave,

When I have burned through joys and fears,

A thousand suns to light my grave,

When my heart, weary, turns to stone,

And splinters with its final break,

When tears I’ve wept could flood alone

The oceans and the endless lakes,

When hands that trembled, held, and lost

Have felt their final warmth and chill,

When beau...

Poetry

All These Selves

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I’m sure it comes as no surprise—

I’m wrestling with the voice again.

This time, though, I dread the fight,

Because I know she’s gonna win.

She calls me mad, deranged, unhinged—

But isn’t that her reflection?

I’d laugh, but she laughs louder, sharper,

Her taunts are my infection.

Wait—did you hear that?

She’s mocking you now, sneering through my teeth.

“You pity this wreck? You care for her?

S...

Poetry

Dear Mama

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Mamas little girl,

Looking up at you with wonder,

Why did you make her ask herself,

If you could ever love her?

All she ever wanted was

For you to dry her tears.

To chase away the monsters, but,

Instead, you brought them near.

Oh, mama… Why’d you have to go,

And make your little girl feel so small?

Trembling with her head hung low,

You beat her down each time she’d fall.

You were supp...

Poetry

Beautiful Inferno

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Our love was wild and fierce

An iron fist that shattered the sky.

we devoured the Earth,

Set fire to the universe.

Oh, but we were mesmerized,

Hand in hand, we watched it burn.

The passion blazing in your eyes,

Was my only concern.

The world around us turned to dust,

As I lay dying in your arms.

The Sparks did fly, the flames grew high,

But I was not alarmed.

Oh, darling… my God,

What a be...

Poetry

Swallow The Sky

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I blink an eye,

And 100 years go by.

The sun inhales the Earth,

And the devil known as time

Is gonna spread her wings and fly.

On bended knees, I cry

There’s a fault line in the sky.

The black hole known as time,

Didn’t even bat and I,

When she carried you away,

And now you fly, fly, fly.

But I hold my head up high,

And my blue eyes face the sky,

Till the old familiar friend,

Known as...

Poetry

Ashes To Ashes

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

I am made of sticks and stones,

A monument to your quiet hunger.

Darling, strip me to my bones,

The marrow ignites, pulling you under.

Jagged edges, splintered seams,

Cracked and whittled, half-decayed.

Grind me down to dust and dreams,

Spin my head, I’m not afraid.

Spill my thoughts across the floor,

Your front and center in the mess,

My love, it’s you my heart beats for

Rip it straight from...

Poetry

Pretty Girl

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Pretty little girl,

Her big blue eyes,

Wide and full of wonder,

Drinking in the universe,

So bright, so inviting,

A canvas of untouched light.

A world where she saw,

Nothing but laughter and skies unbroken,

She didn’t notice the shadows,

Curling crudely at the edges,

Or the monsters, slipping,

Past the light.

She thought they only lived,

Beneath her bed, and in her closet,

Whispering from the...

Poetry

Up In Flames

Maranda Quinn

1 min read

Once I was made of stone,

Steady, strong, and sure.

Beautiful in a quiet way,

Built to last, to endure.

But you slowly dismantled me,

Wore me paper thin,

Drenched me in gasoline,

Set the fire within.

The flames rose, fierce and wild,

Dancing in your steady gaze.

I crumbled slowly into ash,

Consumed by your wicked blaze.

When nothing but dust was left of me,

I crawled into your veins.

Now I...

Poetry

Maranda Quinn

Maranda Quinn

Shotgun Shells On The Battlefield ￼

Lovesick Junkie

When This Life Is Over ￼

All These Selves

Dear Mama ￼

Beautiful Inferno ￼

Swallow The ￼ Sky

￼ Ashes To Ashes

￼ Pretty Girl

￼ Up In Flames

Shotgun Shells On The Battlefield ￼

Lovesick Junkie

When This Life Is Over ￼

All These Selves

Dear Mama ￼

Beautiful Inferno ￼

Swallow The ￼ Sky

￼ Ashes To Ashes

￼ Pretty Girl

￼ Up In Flames

Shotgun Shells On The Battlefield

When This Life Is Over

Dear Mama

Beautiful Inferno

Swallow The Sky

Ashes To Ashes

Pretty Girl

Up In Flames

Shotgun Shells On The Battlefield

When This Life Is Over

Dear Mama

Beautiful Inferno

Swallow The Sky

Ashes To Ashes

Pretty Girl

Up In Flames