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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 fall into the ash.
No fire burns in here.
The heart and soul clash.
Written in February 27, 1998
“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 I do not, obviously.
He practices hypocrisy,
And with that, he would not agree.
Lashing out at one another
Has accomplished merely nothing.
The problems remain unresolved.
The young wreak havoc due to cause.
We should not be divided.
Through this, we must stand united,
But when all hell’s broken loose,
There comes a time you have to choose.
Someone must make the sacrifice,
The price to pay for being nice.
Since I am the scapegoat in this,
I know now just what he can kiss.
Written on February 17, 1999
“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 this?
One’s perceptions are distorted by emotions.
In desperation, one expresses his feelings,
And all the while, the heart breaks as one tries to reason.
Even good intentions can prove to be a downfall.
Wanting to help others can bring you too close.
Those unwilling to help themselves are like a drug overdose.
We become a ball of explosive emotions
Failure to control them ultimately destroys us
And our ability to recognize what Love is.
Written on February 4, 1996
“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 me
I see its soul when I look at it
Deep down inside, a large pit
Of havoc, death and disaster
Just the kind of fun that I’m after
My Teddy Bear, Oh, My Teddy Bear,
Won’t you play with my Teddy Bear?
Oh, hug me back, my Teddy Bear
There are many goals that we share
You’re so naughty, not so nice
There’s something about that I really like
Share with me your heart’s desires
As I, too, shall share mine
Something tells me we will be happy
And get along just fine
My Teddy Bear, Oh, My Teddy Bear,
Won’t you play with my…
Wait! What are you doing?
I see a sparkle in your eye
I want us to be friends.
Can you not tell me why?
What!
Ugh!
My
Blood
Splatters
My Teddy Bear, Oh, My Teddy Bear,
You’ve my heart on your dinner platter
Written on 10/30/2021
“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 soul’s longing, for belonging
Long for harming, so alarming
Destroy a life while being charming
My lungs breathe for the immoral
And feel no shame
My lungs expanding, a throat slashing
Engaging in the sinful, on a spinful
As I lavish in the bloody skinful
With a spirit that is just disdainful
Written on October 29, 2021
“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 the blade across
My lily white skin
Just to see crimson on my shin.
A line across my abdomen
Cutting my way through
All my sins.
I place the gun and knife
Into my lap
As I draw the water
For my final bath.
Contemplating suicide
With the options, just so wide.
Grab the bottle of pills
To help me sleep
Get in the tub
With the blow dryer
At my feet.
Perfect planning
To kick it in the tub with me
Oh, shucks, mom has caught me,
But damn, do I like to live dangerously
Written on 10/30/2021
“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 me; This life, damn sure, isn’t what I had dreamed.
Back pain
Shirt stain
Working masked up to
Prevent the next
Strain
Sore feet
Less meat
Dealing with climate
Change and this
Heat
Arms sore
Closed doors
Prices increase and
Continue to
Soar
This life isn’t what I had pictured for me; This life, damn sure, isn’t what I had dreamed.
Emotional low
Blow after blow
Whether to take the
Vaccine or no
Crazy year
Eyes of tears
Watching the news for
Something good to
Hear
We wait
We have faith
Knowing everything is on God’s plate.
Wind blows
God knows
Believing this isn’t our country’s fate
This life isn’t what I had pictured for me; This life, damn sure, isn’t the American dream.
Written on October 6, 2021
“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 stop,
Unexpected, as it was,
The metal, the beams, the glass
All dropped.
Down through the windshield
With the speed and force of a god.
Smashing, glass breaking, blood dripping
No stop.
Along the side of the car, he waits.
Patiently, not in haste.
Ready to take what now is his
He reaches in to touch your lips.
Cold as ice.
No, there’s no life.
Off with me, you go.
For the reasons you already know.
He grabs her throat and twists her head,
And laughs as he says, “Yes, she’s dead.”
She awakens and screams in horror
As she sees that the car is 50 feet below her.
She tries to fight and get away,
But there’s no fighting him now. It’s your day.
And unfortunately, there’s hell to pay.
Written on September 24, 2018
“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 is unfair,
I rebuke those who do not care, yet no one hears.
The wall built and stronghold established—
Bitterness takes root.
Hurting from excruciating pain,
I withdraw into myself to never be the same, yet no one knows.
Written on February 17, 1994
“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
Prayer,
I seduced you in your own lair, Wait
Wait,
I lured you in with my own bait, Wink
Wink,
I took you to the very brink, Cries
Cries,
Who now determines who dies? Dead
Dead,
I put your gun to your forehead, POW!
POW!,
Quarter inch hole above your left brow, Done,
Done,
Guess you know now who won, Still
Shy, Shy
Although not sure really why
Written on October 22, 2021
Author P.S. Kessell 