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Author of horror genre
“Collision” Despair eats at my soul. I give in to the pain. No more will I be whole, Or believe I am sane. Breaking from within, I see Hurt not yet discovered. The hurt envelops me, Never to recover. Giving in to despair, I… Continue Reading “COLLISION”
“Just” My pain I just could not deny. It hurt to not be at his side. Rebellion was not my intent. And if guilty, I do repent. Submission is my heart’s desire, Even after he called me. “Liar.” He thinks I practice witchery, And… Continue Reading “JUST”
“Explosive Emotions” Pain builds to a point when it explodes. Emotions override our thoughts, And our actions seem to matter not. One may not even mean to hurt another. Emotions may just cause dramatic twists; And therefore, can one be held accountable for… Continue Reading “EXPLOSIVE EMOTIONS”
“My Teddy Bear” My Teddy Bear, Oh, My Teddy Bear, Won’t you play with my Teddy Bear? I’m mesmerized by its eyes in which I stare I’m not sure really why but I truly care To know what it sees when it looks at… Continue Reading “MY TEDDY BEAR”
“Disdainful” Stared into my soul and Saw the devil there My mind embraces all horror And doesn’t care My mind’s twisted, hands fisted Arms scarred, heart’s charred Tackle life like it’s no holds barred My soul envelops the evil And longs to share My… Continue Reading “DISDAINFUL”
“I Like To Live Dangerously” I like to live dangerously I play with knives With sharp blades And with guns With live rounds Like they’re toys. With one live round, I put the gun to my head Just to hear the noise. I take… Continue Reading “I LIKE TO LIVE DANGEROUSLY”
“American Dream” Head hangs Feels strange People looting the Stores like they’re Deranged Eyes open I’m broken Unsettled in this Life of the new Woken Head aches Hands shake Struggling for every Dime that you Make This life isn’t what I had pictured for… Continue Reading “AMERICAN DREAM”
“When It’s Time to Collect” Hair of black, Eyes of stone Body of twisted metal and bone. Once alive and vibrant and full of dreams, Now cold and pale in your dark blue jeans. When small truck meets large truck In a terrifying dead… Continue Reading “WHEN IT’S TIME TO COLLECT”
“The Hollow” Enveloped by this hollow world— Loneliness fills the space. Crying out for one who understands, I long for one to take my hand, yet no one comes. My heart breaks and the tears fall— Resentment has set in. Shouting against all that… Continue Reading “THE HOLLOW”
“I’m Shy” I’m Shy, Shy You walked by me and said hi, Walked Walked Same man making me feel stalked, Grabbed Grabbed Threatened me you would stab, Clap Clap, I felt the sting of every slap, Change Change, Shakin’ my head, feeling deranged, Prayer… Continue Reading “I’M SHY”
Author P.S. Kessell 