Introvert at heart. Lover of journaling, free-verse poetry, and poutine.
one day, we'll meet and the timing will just be right // one day, we'll be so enamoured by one another's presence, that
By Skylar Whitney7 months ago in Poets
I stood in that spot on the beach a small shore, it’s only a mountain lake pacing one side to the other soles imprinted in each step
two weeks may have passed since our short-lived love burnt out too fast and yet you're taken into every consideration life is still lived as though
powder from the pieces of earth you pulled from your bag and placed on the glass top of my bedroom desk remains in a pile of physical evidence―
baby blue plastic cartridge through the ballpoint precious, savoured ink and every last drop spent on you ... swirls and curls
this evening, from my bedroom window, I watched as the sun's light dimmed- illuminated her opponent, and I wondered what you were doing;
a marg pizza steaming hot sits upon its platter between a pair of young lovers occupying a corner booth isolated from wandering eyes
By Skylar Whitney8 months ago in Poets
if 20 years down the line there comes a place, there comes a time, when I find myself without you by my side... if even it turned out
tonight i'll sleep in unmade sheets the ones we crawled under together, just last night we'd looked at the time unaware so many hours had passed
By Skylar Whitney9 months ago in Poets
i know it’d be better off this way. let a good thing be just that... a good thing. let it live in our memories; let us only remember a time
What does it feel like to love? How will I know? Do you feel it with me? When you said you felt there was something between us...
The illusion has been shattered; shimmering white veil lifted to reveal that which I'd already known, but to my young eyes, could not recognize.