Skye Wander

A dreamer | Writing a book | she/her | Always open to feedback | things will get better, I promise. Song of the week: Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson

https://artfight.net/~skye-wander

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Skye Wander

A dreamer | Writing a book | she/her | Always open to feedback | things will get better, I promise. Song of the week: Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson

https://artfight.net/~skye-wander

243

Writings

171

Followers

219

Following

Miss You SQ

Skye Wander

1 min read

For so long

I’ve been waiting

Hoping

Wishing

Praying

For you to come back.

But for so many weeks

Commenting

Looking

Doubting

16, 25, 43

Weeks ago

And for so long

I’ve been looking

Reading

Writing

Crying

Because I’m pretty sure we were friends.

Ish.

That post,

52 weeks ago.

It’s officially been a year

And for the first time it’s clear

Maybe

She’s not gonna come back....

Poetry

School Dances

Skye Wander

1 min read

So sick to my stomach

I can’t even eat

That greasy pizza

But then I catch a

G l a n c e

From her

She smiles

My heartbeat slows

Until she keeps dancing

Swinging her hips

Twirling

Grabbing

Other people’s

H a n d s

Working up the courage

Saying

You’re dancing with me now

The moment

A Chappell roan song plays

Smiling and laughing to pink pony club

But you pull away soon after

And dance with someon...

Poetry

Romance

Lonely Cities

Skye Wander

1 min read

Stars

Shining

Above us

Together we’re

Alone at the edge

Bright cities we don’t know

And a life we don’t quite want

Somehow we decided to stay

Blurry traffic lights reflect my soul

I wouldn’t have it any other way...

Poetry

Romance

A Lonely Throne

Skye Wander

1 min read

Beyond the map

Where legends dwell

I ventured into the unknown

From the bean

I crossed the mountains

Far away from home

Large overgrown cities

Tall technological trees

Venturing across the seas

All a dream

All my hope

All a promise of barren bones

The grass can talk

The flowers sing

Meanwhile people scream

Across windswept plains

And muffled faces

Lays the treasure I try to find

From the is...

Poetry

Adventure

A Dagger Engraved With Art

Skye Wander

1 min read

Trust is a dagger

Every rose has thorns, right?

What a grand dagger...

Poetry

Rain Would Drown The Song Out Anyways

Skye Wander

1 min read

I don’t think I’ll ever hear that song again

That song that feels like rain

And broken glass

That song that feels like pain

And lying in grass

That song sounded nice

I couldn’t hum it though

And when I roll the dice

The d20 always rolls low

Simple enough to call it a game

More complicated to play it

Simple enough to dance in the rain

More complicated to sit

My window is still cracked

No matter how...

Poetry

Berries And Gears

Skye Wander

1 min read

Fields of grass

Waving gently in the breeze

Stand up

Look around

Sit down again

Nothing and nobody

Emptiness

Quiet

A stone on the ground beside me

Baskets of strawberries

A picnic

Yet my friend hasn’t arrived yet

The stone isn’t any stone

A gust tustles my hair

As I look at the grave

Of my friend

Eat a strawberry

Put one on the ground for her

Remember the gears turning in her head

Screws and cogs ...

Poetry

Fantasy

Reality

Skye Wander

1 min read

I am losing my grip on reality

Everything is a

Lie

But every lie is based in

Truth

And every truth is made from

Reality

Now reality is

Keep walking

Almost at the bus stop

Wait.

You don’t take the bus

You’ve never taken the bus before

WHERE AM-

“Where’s your mind?”

Your mother asks you

On the way to school

You’ve been listening to something

It’s not the noise blaring thr...

Poetry

The Clean Up Guy

Skye Wander

1 min read

It’s the middle of November and I’m trudging through three feet of snow because, much to my dismay, bodies don’t just bury themselves.

No one ever cares about the clean up guy do they? Everyone’s always like, ‘oh no, someone’s dead!’ And no one’s ever like, ‘oh no, the clean up guy has so much work to do.’

My current client loves killing people on the worst ways. At least she pays instead of thr...

Humour

Crime

2 Years And A Month Or So

Skye Wander

1 min read

(These are two poems I wrote that kinda fit the prompt, one from about 6 months and one a few days ago.)

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**The thing about loving**

So… what’s it like to be in love?

As someone who is deeply in

love

with someone else

I’m terrified of the answer.

Everyone who I could ask

Well tell me she’s

Straight.

When I ask her

She tell me she doesn’t want a

Relationship.

She’d hate me if she knew,

I’ve...

Poetry

Romance