Writing Prompt
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POEM STARTER
Submitted by Maranda Quinn
While chasing your ghost, I became one myself.
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_You got attachment issues,_ They tell me.
_Gotta learn to let go,_ They say.
I got the issues, but who gave them to me?
It was contagious, and I became sick.
How do I let go, when I hold on so tight?
My knuckles are bruised and pale.
I didn’t even notice you were gone til you left
Didn’t see you abandon me til you did
I was a fool, am a fool
I tried to chase you and hold onto what was left
...
Going
Going
Gone.
The day that gavel struck my life, I knew what was coming.
Life seeping from your skin,
Age hollowing your bones.
But a smile that never faltered.
_Going once…_
I found you on the step—
Grinning so broadly it must’ve hurt.
_I know it did_.
Before I could ask you how long you’d been lying there,
you turned from me,
into the harsh winter air.
_Going twice…_
You told me not to ...
(Not on theme, I just needed to write this somewhere)
I lost you today
I don’t know what else to say
My eyes are waterfalls
That won’t stop coming down
Your light used to shine
All throughout my hearts town
My heart feels ripped open
I can’t get enough air
Because you aren’t here
To filter it and care
I love you still
And will never forget you
I couldn’t if I tried
It’s my fault partly
I was ...
faster.
faster. faster.
i pant.
not enough.
never enough.
catch up.
catch up. catch up.
not again.
i can’t lose, again.
my feet pound the wet pavement and i push.
i push through the exhaustion.
through the despair.
i’ll find you.
i will.
streetlights glisten off the wet asphalt.
the orange glow reflects through my eyes.
i peer into every window.
walk through every door.
no one ...
It was a year ago
When you left me with a hole
It was a year ago
When you left me
Without a home
This long dry road
Seems to be the only road I know
On my way too Sacramento
Chasing your ghost
Casing your ghost
But little did I know
Chasing you
Would make me a ghost too
Oh I’m
On my way to Sacramento
Chasing your ghost
But little did I know
Chasing you
Would make me a ghost too
A...
I chase after people
Who don't really care about me.
And I chase after people.
Who could care less about me.
So why am I choosing the people that I
DEBATE?
And why am I just a fish's
BAIT?
The people I chase,
They're translucent.
Seeable, but not really.
Kind, but not dearly.
But they change me,
And morph me,
Until I'm just like them.
(this goes out to S)...
I stop looking-
You haunt the edge of my vision.
I turn toward you-
You start to disappear.
I take a step forward-
You go hazy.
I reach out-
You crumble to dust.
I fall to the ground, lonelier, emptier than ever before-
You’re always just out of reach…
I thought of you again today.
It’s more than thinking, though.
I swear you were right there.
I could feel your arms around me.
I could hear yo...
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...
*prompt is the theme, but not actually a part of the poem. it is the theme though.*
Sometimes I wish I could erase
all the memories of you that drill into my head.
Forget the fact we used to be close.
It only hurts when you remember what they said
before they went and got themselves dead.
Your words are a reminder that echoes through my brain,
a calm yet menacing feeling pounding down my spine,
...