K. Waterss

Joined April 2021

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Poetry has been my life for as long as I can remember. It's the only other thing besides my daughter that makes sense to me most days.

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I Want To Name You
I want to name you my beyond child Because you will reach so high that there, the light always touches, so that even in the darkest of places you will always see a future in being You
By K. Waterssabout a year ago in Poets
Isn't it funny how art
Isn't it funny how art most imitates life when a body is being drained of it (Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib "The crown ain't worth much")
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
Why Am I Back
Imagine seeing the exit ramp and immediately your anxiety takes over as to welcome you back to your birthright when you see your memorable street sign
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
Repeat
Long before there were iPhones there was a world separated into three parts. There were people who lived at the top of the hills, people that lived at the edge of the sea, and the people who lived at the bottom of the ocean. The only thing keeping everyone connected was said to be hidden in a brown box.
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Fiction
A Gift
If a gift comes unwrapped is it still a gift. If a sentence goes unread does the story still make sense. Does standing inside make it warm even though there's ice on the windows.
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
Found
You put me in a dress when I was 2 and called it MY CHOICE You say nothing about my light up spiderman shoes You say little girls like dolls and this and the other
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
Talking To The Moon
I don't have time today, I want to remember when your face was as memorable as my hands I want to go back to when reaching for you was the hardest thing I had to do because if I reached far enough I knew I would always find you
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
Comfortable Stranger
You say I know you but I have no idea what you’re like in your own head If we went to a party I wouldn’t know where you would rather stand is that why you let the crowd take you
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
Roots
A walk through your park is like a glide through an unattached fantasy land The trees seem to bend any which way they want to
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
A Prison
A prison Is it a state of mind caught at a sound because the following vibrations and waves just MIGHT bring a tsunami Is it focusing on might
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
My Demons Dance In The Night
The night highlights my fears and the course of my demons They continue to take a free course in my desires that are unwashed from long-term consequences
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets
To Eat Or Not To Eat
Allas the day has come when eating is remembered like a breath or a hum a thought that pops up in your head a lowly snack before your bed
By K. Waterss2 years ago in Poets

K. Waterss

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I Want To Name You

Isn't it funny how art

Why Am I Back

Repeat

A Gift

Found

Talking To The Moon

Comfortable Stranger

Roots

A Prison

My Demons Dance In The Night

To Eat Or Not To Eat

Stories (21/0)