Why ask…
when you know
the words I have to say
only shock, confuse
and bring you such dismay?
~~~
Disrespect?
What is it to have lived it?
How am I supposed to "contain" it?
Why should evil be forced
to reside alone inside my mind?
~~~
Frightening, and desolate
yet not really up for debate
The truth isn't some offense
This is MY life
so sorry to have ruined your day
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
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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CH 20~ Party Down
Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
By K.B. Silver Exclusive • 5 days ago
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl7 days ago in Fiction
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"Why should evil be forced to reside alone inside my mind?" - I know this so well. Thanks for sharing your poem~
Yes! You’re life and you’re entitled! Amazing poem! You made my day!