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EvieWhy

Hi! I'm Evie! :) I go live everyday on YouNow eviewhy.live I'm Evie! I'm just trying to change the colour on your mood ring!

I also like long walks to the refrigerator. only! :) I'm a Canadian girl living in New York City.

06/05/2026

if your eyes could record 👀🎥 probably one of the first poems i wrote back at the very beginning of 2021. I was still in a wheelchair at the time. uncertain about the future of my mobility, about the future of the word tbh and reflecting on my life. im a dreamer. always have been. i can sometimes live there too and that can be good at times because i have vision & hope & a reason to wake up when i just wanna stay in bed but its also not good because i find myself wanting more than appreciating. and there is so much to appreciate in the life im currently living… i mean by some miracle IM WALKING again!!! its been 3 years and I dont think thats sunk in quite yet. IM WALKING!!!! 🚶‍♀️

anyway, i return to this poem every few years (i really do wish my eyes could record sometimes so I could watch my life back like a fly on my forehead) so i can remember to live with intention & heart. so i can be someone who would keep her tapes, the ones only her eyes could record🥹

x E

29/04/2026

necessary companions (in this never ending fight against evil) ❤️‍🩹 there are those who fight evil with their teeth out, and those who nurture humanity (and make sure the ones facing darkness aren’t consumed by it). i’m in a constant battle with how to exist comfortably and feel joy in a world with so much suffering. i know i’m in no position to save it and also question how self-centered it is to feel like i should. but still, the lack of power is distressing. all of this empathy can feel… wasteful.

writing has always been how i make sense of things. so i wrote this in an effort to understand what power i do have. maybe it’s just this: to care for, and be cared for by my community (both the people near me and the ones i’ll never meet in person).

i still question if that’s enough. if being a nurturer is enough. if art is enough. if words are enough. but i’ve felt what it’s like to hear that something i wrote healed someone, inspired them, made them feel less alone… more brave even. maybe they go on to do more good than i ever could. and maybe that kind of indirect impact matters (and is enough) in keeping everything from collapsing. maybe (hopefully).

wrote this poem for day 28 of / using the prompt by - rest and unrest sit side by side, what do they say? 🤍

22/04/2026

maybe joy lasts forever too? 💫 wrote this one after watching the inside out films back in 2024. there’s a scene at the beginning of the first film where they’re sending all of the day’s memories down to long term and I saw all these yellow balls of joy and the few blue ones that stuck out like a sore thumb and thought… WAIT… we are filled with so much joy!!!
I try to remember this on the grief-stricken days. that the joy filled memories surely outnumber the sad ones and that’s why these days stick out so much🥹

18/04/2026

poems i secretly wrote about other people (over the years) part two 🫶🏼 not all poems about others are about anger/sadness/heartbreak, sometimes they’re about love or appreciation too and i love it all. in the end we’re all human. we’re all trying our best. sometimes people hurt people and sometimes people bring so much joy. and other times people are simply mirrors to ourselves. our humanity. so I write about others from time to time. (mostly because it’s hard to face the flesh of another and say this is how I feel but also because poetry is immortal & we are not 😭) ok that’s enough for now!!! xx E

2. about wanting to be understand better
3. about the loves of my life
4. an observation on my fiancés attitude towards life
5. written as part of an anthology I released in 2020 about my journey through love
5. a tribute to friendship (new and old)

16/04/2026

you are a museum 🥹🫶🏼 when i wrote this poem in 2022 my heart was hurting sooo badly from being rejected by a group of people who i thought were my friends. i didn’t set out to write about that. i was doing a 30 day challenge for vlogmas and wrote this in an hour (needing something so i wouldn’t fail the daily challenge) based on the vlog footage i took of myself going to the ROM. my hurting heart bled into my writing.. clearly! i so desperately wanted to feel better about this rejection and I suppose this was my way of doing that.

there are two quotes by that I keep on post it notes on my desk as reminders to share my art even if I’m too scared or feel unworthy or think it’s bad: “if you don’t share what you’re meant to, the people you’re meant to help will continue to suffer.” and “your art is the antidote to so many people’s pain yet you keep it to yourself.”

when i read these quotes i think a lot about this poem i wrote. how it’s helped so many people find comfort in being themselves. in healing from all types of heartbreak. I don’t have the words for how that makes me feel exactly… but i’m just so glad i didn’t let my inner critic stop me from sharing it.

xx E

11/04/2026

time’s melting on every corner of my hungering tongue !👅 I am trying to get over my need to explain myself, to be understood, to be admired!! so I will refrain from explaining my poem. but I hope you get it!!🥹

I made another super prompt today for - one from (to write an ekphrastic poem although I probably didn’t do it right & I chose a different painting) + one from (to ruminate on a specific word or feeling. I chose time & how I feel like I never have and have never had enough of it!! will I ever feel differently?)

anyway, off to get hakka!!
x EVIE

text reads:
time’s melting by the sea shore,
time’s melting on a branch,
time’s melting on a cloth-covered carcass,
time’s melting on ants.

what a time to be alive!
you’ve got time, you’re so young,
but time’s melting on every corner
of my hungering tongue.

x EVIE

07/04/2026

are you up for the test???? 👀 a silly little cryptic poem I wrote for day 7 of based on idioms, rhymes, vibes, and the prompt by “you take a leap of faith where do you land?” I couldn’t figure out an answer so I became the prompt instead 😅 (also I read a few Shel Silverstein poems this morning and was feeling the whimsy)

anywayyyy, enjoy :) how have I written a new poem every day this week!?!? I love to ponder and think through ideas but having to run with the first few thoughts I have and no time to judge myself has been a v nice thing! I notice my creativity shows up for me as I show up for it. It really is true what they say.. it’s a muscle!💪

07/04/2026

the birthday poems of my 30s 🎂it’s become a bit of a tradition to write a poem each year and I’m very proud of them !!! (in my early 20s I used to write raps! ha!!) it’s been just over 3 weeks since my birthday but pisces szn is forever 🤭

07/04/2026

in another life I’d be one of the Artemis || astronauts having a nap rn next to the dark side of the moon 🌑 but I guess in this life my mission is to conquer and explore my inner darkness or something.. i guesssssssssss 🥺

anyway, today’s poem for used another prompt from - pick a tarot card and use it to guide the direction (& title) of your poem. I ofc let the cosmos pick my card and got The Hermit. the hermit is about quieting the noise so you can go inside yourself and seek inner truth. frankly I’m a little jealous and sad that I’ll never orbit the glorious moon myself but maybe just maybe the inner journey will be just as worthwhile?? MAYBE?? ✨💫🌟☄️