K.B. Silver

Joined April 2023

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K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.

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Stolen Soul
With the click of the shutter, you took from me. Every bit visible, and then you set to digging. First, you framed my eyes.
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Cassandra
I’ve found that people ask of you Things they do not want to know When you answer truthfully They look away and curse your name
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Shadow
I walk around a house full of eroding day-to-days. Bumping around but not moving a thing I trip and fall down a staircase but no one hears me scream
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Mirror
I walk in with eyes cast down Always aware of the mirror on the wall Worried about who I will see in the glass If I will break, or keep looking back
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Who Will I Be?
I will choose who I will be I played their parts up till today A dancer on call for any stage A chef ready to fill your needs
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Where Am I
Where is the other half of me stored? The forgotten half, the part I ignored. Was it bottled up on the inside? Or folded up inside a drawer?
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Silent Dancer
The stage is set I take it and dance Letting my body speak As I don’t know the script. The words spill out in haunting pleas.
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
No Place Like Home
Where is it you go back to? When all the places you have ever been are placeholders and just pretend. No place you would ever want to call home.
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
Focused Eye
I sit and stare as I’m actively focusing Information constantly pouring in My eyes transfixed on a tree knot four layers deep
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Poets
The First Day of Gym
I had always grown at a rate quicker than my peers. I outgrew my own mother at the age of ten years, and when we moved to a new school again at the age of twelve going on thirteen I was already proportioned like a fully grown teenager.
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Viva
The Joy of Creating Townsfolk
While I was spending time with my husband working on our current campaign we decided to generate some townsfolk for the town in which my party just ensconced itself. It is collaborative storytelling after all, and we only have other players off and on, so we try to get the most out of every aspect of the game. In this particular instance, the NPC generator we use threw up a story thread.
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Gamers
Prism's Songbook 1
Oppera! The painted whore of Taldor. Oppera! Run out of money? Marry again honey. Oppera! Crops in the dust, tools turned to rust? It’s a gala every night or bust! Oppera!
By K.B. Silver 3 years ago in Gamers