A Legacy of Fire
Flares of choice
History
Dutifully scribed by the victors
Hence my overflowing
Portfolio of secrets
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The burning drive to record
Burdening gory details
The fuel combusting in my veins
Urges fingers to articulate
When they’re swollen and mutilated
Preserving my testimony
Recording every surfacing memory
Becomes my only means of
Combating the darkness enshrouding
My former days
A sacrifice of self-discovery
This self-immolation in ink and
Soul-cleansing imagery
꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷
I don sword and shield
For I declared myself the victor
Despite my disadvantageous position
Drug my own battered remains
From the pits of filth and despair
I picked the lock and flew from the cage
Deceit confined me to
For daring to question life’s cruelty
Fled without so much as a
Rearward glance
꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷
I’ll not let my light go out
Without a fight to the last
Truth splattered word
Stanza by stanza
I cut away the bonds restraining my
Soul’s skyward motion
Gathering speed
Gaining momentum
I let myself go
꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷
Free-falling
I dive headfirst
Past the fortified battlements
Into acceptance
Fire, burning in
Oil-borne flames of triumph
Spreading as I splash down
Ultimate goal achieved
꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷🔥꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷
My words, burning in
Space and time
Will live on
Inciting intense sensation
Long after my
Physical energy subsides
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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I’ve had so many names in this life I lose track of which ones were ever really mine and which ones I wore because someone needed me to. Some were handed to me before I had words to refuse them, before I knew what they meant, before I knew I could say no. Most weren’t meant to hurt. That doesn’t mean they didn’t leave marks. Marks that told me who I belong to, who I am by way of who claims me, recognizes me in the good and bad, who walks beside me.
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very good
Hey K.B Silver You are making really Wendarfull information
The powerful description and imagery! Well done on placing top story. So well deserved!
This was so stunning, my goodness! I love the fierceness and viscerality (not a word, but you get my point!) of it all.
"Drug my own battered remains From the pits of filth and despair I picked the lock and flew from the cage Deceit confined me to" This feels so empowering and is an inspiration to empower myself more. Congratulations on your top story, KB!🥳🔥
Agree with the others. This is powerful! Congratulations on your Top Story!
amazing
Your mastery of metaphors and cadence makes this poem unforgettable. The way you framed fire as both destroyer and healer is simply brilliant.
powerful! Loved it so much!
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Long Live K.B. Silver! Very finely expressed. A wonderful read.
History is told by the victors—but what of those who tell their own history, does that make them the victor? What an amazingly blazing poem! Congrats on the Top Story.
This was so freaking powerful! Loved it so much!
Whoa, this one’s pure fire! You turned pain into poetry and made it look effortless. Those flame dividers? chef’s kiss. total vibe.✨
This is the poem version of that gif where the paper bursts into flames while the guy is writing on it. ✍️🔥 Such a cool concept, words as legacy and as fire. I dig it.