I sit and stare as I’m actively focusing
Information constantly pouring in
My eyes transfixed on a tree knot four layers deep
There’s a candle, a window, snow, and phone-line in front of me
Dull eyes constantly robotically focusing
All the while my mind keeps on listening
Like a sensual battle I fight without knowing it
Until finally there is a break in the melodic droning
It breaks the spell on my mind
Cast on eyes and ears simultaneously
I shake the fog away and shock my limbs into moving
I adjust to the lighting the room is quietly basking in
I narrow in on an unfinished project there
I’m off again, my eye now focused inwardly
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.”
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH7 days ago in Critique
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Your content has a great incisive edge, and your style is great, measured but free-flowing. Thanks for creating!