Skye Wander

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Skye Wander

https://artfight.net/~Skye-Wander

263

Writings

192

Followers

244

Following

Skin

Skye Wander

1 min read

(Entirely fictional; inspired by the prompt; TW-implied suicide attempt, scars)

A scar above my knee. (9)

A scar on my arm. (12)

A scar on my ankle. (15)

A scar on my cheek

A scar on my wrist

A scar on my foot

A scar on my leg

A scar on my left arm

A scar on my face

A scar on my back

A scar on my leg

A scar on my back

A scar on my thighs

A scar on my elbow

A scar on my stomach

A scar on my righ...

Poetry

YA fiction

I Was Only Temporary

Skye Wander

1 min read

I was only

Temporary

I will always be

Temporary

I will come and go and

Temporarily

I will feel that I belong.

For so long

I have wanted to run away

Probably won’t ever see the day

But I have a guitar

And a book

And a backpack

And $35 in cash.

The actual _want_ of it is

Temporary in my mind

I love my family

And I love my band

And I love my library.

I spent a whole evening looking up bindings ti...

Poetry

Stargirl

Skye Wander

1 min read

Stargirl is not a person.

She is the stars that shine above

That could teach our parents love

She is hope wrapped in a body

That is both secular and godly

Long rains, grass stains

Break a lonely poets chains

She is always shifting

Just as the world is drifting

But unlike the world

She doesn’t have a course

An unfinished canvas; paints swirled

A melancholy messy force

She is the howling wind

A ...

Poetry

Far Fallen

Skye Wander

1 min read

The stars keep me grounded

The skies have me astounded

Staring at the clouds fly past

Living each moment as if it were my last

_Maybe all _

_Stars_

_F_

_A_

_L_

_Eventually_

A girl crafted of stardust

Comforted me when I was young

She was freedom captured in a body

My silent rebellion

Stargirl.

All I feel is

Nothing

It’s almost worse than pain

But not quite I must say

It’s like the worl...

Poetry

“valuable” virtues

Skye Wander

1 min read

My anger is my weapon

It’s what motivates me

To keep getting up every day

But forgiveness and anger

Are not mutually exclusive

I can know I’m in the wrong

But hate you anyways

I can know I’m in the right

And still blame myself

Could I even still remember

If I really, really tried

How it felt before I died

Before the world fried my mind

And now I cannot stand asking why

Why should it matter

If...

Poetry

Birthday

Skye Wander

1 min read

I had so much _potential_

As a young poet

Every word essential

To me and so what?

One day later

I will be one year older

I need to be greater

I keep growing colder

Just a number

I suppose

My heart contains umber

My blood smells of rose

Not much to show

For 3 years of pain

Theres not much I know

Even less I’ve gained

Why’s it so hard

To be good for your age

Time caught me off guard

Not tired en...

Poetry

Burning Panic

Skye Wander

1 min read

Running into my room

A feeling of impending doom

Overhead hangs a cloud of gloom

What have I done?

Stars above me glint

The sky, an unnameable tint

I can’t breathe, shit

‘I’m going on a run’

My whole family is a mess

Theres so much inside me i can never confess

I just need a little bit of rest

Or maybe a gun

I’m not wanted here

I am my only fear

My end could be so clear

I flew too close to the ...

Poetry

What We Stand For || What We’re Here For

Skye Wander

4 min read

_Ray_

D.W. Stares at me like a deer in headlights. Like the first day Byx led her to our hideout. Like the day I lifted a gun to her the first time. Her eyes are chocolate brown with those little gold specks I noticed so long ago. We are not those people anymore. Not those kids so eager to rebel against everything and everyone, we stood for nothing but spite.

Byx and Benjo are by my side, thoug...

YA fiction

Two Years

Skye Wander

1 min read

Somehow still alive but am I the same?

I guess I’m the only one I have to blame

Imploding dreams of music and fame

It is for the best I stop playing this game

My feet will always walk

I’ve half learned when to talk

Words stifled by locks

Even threw out my rocks

Am I a poet

Or a girl with a poem

Maybe I’ll blow it

But one day I’ll show them

I am too forgiving

To live a life of pivoting

From wall...

Poetry

A Monologue To Be Spoken With Passion

Skye Wander

1 min read

**Scene 7**

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**FADE IN:**

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**EXT.CAR DEALERSHIP-EVENING**

ASHLEY glances at the body, then quickly looks back at the officer, JOHNOTHY.

INSPIRING MUSIC begins.

ASHLEY

“Look, in my life I have murdered eight people. Which sounds real bad, right? It’s like, cocaine. Yo...

Humour

Drama