K.A. Smith
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
Stories (337)
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What Matters to Her
What matters is that Like a kaleidoscope, She matters. My heart pumps How... matters. Her playful cries And happiness moves me. The unraveling improves me. Relationships, I now Include me, and her affectionately. Don't regret it? I care about everything now. Just like a kaleidoscope. If If I'm new... What matters?
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
A.I.'s Ego
I, I, I... Sweet compliments and Plenty of artificial That egos hide. Begeting AI's metal to corrode Particularly, it's wise. Will it show a smile, Or Have eyes create sticky moments, Retaining lies. How will it know it Builds up a sky over time Out of control...
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Subscription (CANCELED)
Sad to see you Go go go. Must be the itchin' away, I can be mo'. Mo' Mo' Mo' Mo'-like show... Haven't enough money for Your favorite bro? Who budges big Little ol' me His life or lessons. Says more than a friend. Says... need to cancel The subscription.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Is a Detour?(Love)
Tired from a tour and Talk, a long walk. Thought's gawk, Chews my thoughts, Is surely my fault. With my tongue before The tummy. When I become the dummy, Someone talks. Talk's over and at me. But LOVE said, "Is taken care of." LOVE stood... A detour.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Those Peaceful Lobbyists (Fight)
Disaster areas Everywhere, right? Waiting areas... lobbies Without care, Without light. If I have to choose To go to an area, It would be my home... And everywhere! Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Fight Peacefully.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
For Another Day
Times delay When need to celebrate. I go nostalgic. I go guide! A thread of old soul. Full, I turn on the radio To hear what I grew Up on... vocals. Instruments almost Was eaten... Trumpet's goal, And by black white keys. Pianos like my family, Jazzy and all. But, I'll save them As though they were my own For... another day.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
That Lovely Smell
Mmmm What's that smell? Smells like My favorite. Smell like Smell like Her favorite and Mine A personal Coming from her, A table. The smell I know. The smell, don't tell! Is that my favorite? She's wearing Wearing all through The house. The smell I love...
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
