the bottle


There would be highs.
And there would be lows.
I tried not to think.
Of when there’d be those.

So I bottled the moments.
The laughter. The bliss.
And I savored the second.
Our lips met to kiss.

Then the morning came.
And gone you were.
Cruel light of day.
When reality stirred.

I’ll pretend not to miss you.
But you know that I will.
With miles in between us.
In the quiet and still.

For there would be highs.
And there would be lows.
But bottled are moments.
For when there are those.


Copyright © whoisannawatts 2016


The work I want to write will encapsulate and beautify all the things you never thought you cared for.

And all the things you once cared for but now lay forgotten in the recesses of your mind, cobwebbed through time.

I want to give a gift to you, my reader.

To move, nourish, and invigorate your senses so you feel invincible, but simultaneously human.

And mortal.

So that you are inspired and encouraged to live and feel every moment to its absolute completion. And so that you are hungry for more.

For only in this moment of hunger, can you truly understand what it’s like.

To be human.

To feel human.

To act human.

And never waste a moment ever again.

Dare you come on this journey with me?

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015

the kitty kat and the general

Lovers. Friends.

Comrade. Confidante. Confidant.


Quiet mornings. As the world sleeps.

Pitter patter rain. Outside your window.

Egyptian thread count sheets. Hug limbs. Entwined with limbs.

Tender. Sweet. Dirty. Lovin’.

Gentle. Kind. Lustful. Giving.

Light. And shade.

Smoldering looks. Bedroom eyes.

Nocturnal screams. Dreamy sighs.

Goddess. Princess. Feline Highness.

Purrs and moans. Licks lips.

Long languid lean lithe lissome lines. Limbs entwined.

And the world outside. Spins.

Giggles under pink. And green. Umbrellas.

The playful little kitty kat. And her general.

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american angel

Golden boy. Heart of gold. Baby blues.

Water bearer. Heartbreaker. Troublemaker.

Funny how. Time stops. When you least expect it.

Moments. That make you smile.

City skyline.

Cherry kisses.

Gold. Croons Chet Faker.

Chevy through. Lincoln Tunnel. Crossing states. Dreamy dates.

Grab that girl.

Hearts aflutter.

4am. Times Square. Truth or dare.

Serendipity. Has a funny way. Of crossing paths. Meant to cross.

Over time and space. Gone.

So bask you shall.

Briefly thus. Under wings.

Of an American angel.

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the dark horse

Now here’s a little secret.

Unspoken for.

An unexpected collision.

To. Awaken the little beast.

So the kitty kat. Purrs.

Dreams made of. Cotton candy. Unicorns.

And everything in between.

So leap.

Jump. Take flight.

The dark horse. Cometh.

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logic less

Beat thy heart across the universe. Across a space and time. Continuum.

Because it makes no sense.

And you can’t explain. Clarify. Justify. How a piece of paper. So perfect. Makes no sense. To a heart. That beats a rebel beat. No sense.

Because it is. Logic less.

So chase a dream. Beyond recognition. Of a mind that seeks. Some form of tradition. Security. Safety net.

But the happiness is in the free fall.

So let be.

And laugh about the chance you dare to take. If chance came knocking on your door. If fate could twist her cheeky ways. And tempt you with her smile. You’d jump within a moment’s bliss.

Without a thought.

Even though it is. Logic less.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015

jet lagged heart

Count the hours. Days. Weeks.

Time ticking down til the moment.

Plane tickets. Calendar days. Airports. Suitcases. Borrowed time.

Fly in.

Stop the clock. Cram months into weeks. Weeks into days. Days into hours.

Turn madness into sanity.

Fly out.

And breathe. Thy jet lagged heart.

Copyright © whoisannawatts 2015


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