Author P.S. Kessell
Author of horror genre
CAPTIVE
“Captive”
Dark
Night
Low
Light
Burn
Bright
Straps
Tight
Full
Might
Must
Escape
From
This
Hell
Tonight
Heart
Races
Hound
Chases
Many
Faces
Just
One
Of
Several
Cases
So
Weak
Future
Bleak
Damn
Freak
Tossed
My
Body
In
A
Nearby
Creek
Cold
Eyes
Lids
Rise
Life
Dies
After
Several
Tries
Written on October 20, 2021
HELL IS MY PLAYGROUND
“Hell is My Playground”
Hell is My Playground
My Merry Go Round of fun
My see saw sees all I’ve sawed
I feel like I’m at a wicked carnival!
Accomplishing the horrible
I swing real high to see the sights
Bullies, Murderers, Thieves, oh my,
The ferris wheel gives me a better view
Of exactly what we’ve done to you
Carving, slicing, dicing, knifing
Wailing, screaming, begging, crying,
Oh, Hell is My Playground
And you’re stuck on my Merry Go Round
Yes, Hell is My Playground
Come get stuck on my Merry Go Round
Written on December 27, 2018
AN AMERICAN HERO
“An American Hero”
Run, Run, Run,
Faster, Faster,
Carry that flag and run.
Run, Run, Run, Faster, Faster!
Stripes bleed, stars blur, blue runs.
Run, Run, Run! Faster! Faster!
Towards that steep hill,
Towards that raging sea,
Towards that twisted metal and steel.
Run! Run! Run!
Faster! Faster!
Towards the fallen,
Run, Run, Run!
Carry that flag and gun!
Written on June 12, 2018
I WANT TO BE AN ALBATROSS
“I Want To Be An Albatross”
I want to be an albatross and travel the land,
Flying high, diving low,
Going across the waters,
Going as far as I can.
I want to be an albatross instead of a man.
I want to be an albatross and experience freedom,
Soaring here, sailing there,
Going where I wish,
Going as someone.
I want to be an albatross instead of a victim.
I want to be an albatross and make my own decisions,
Saying yes, replying no,
Going along if I desire
Going home as I envision.
I want to be an albatross instead of someone’s mission.
I want to be an albatross and sail more than the seven seas,
Shouting for joy, singing for praise,
Going through my thoughts
Going away from hypocrisy.
I want to be an albatross instead of their analyses.
I want to be an albatross and live life in good health,
Knowing right, knowing wrong,
Going forward from the closet,
Going upward on the shelf.
I want to be an albatross instead of being myself.
Written on October 13, 1993
RED
“Red”
Deep and dark and
Wise and bold.
Just from your look,
Stories are told.
You give the feelings of love and romance.
You have the look of sex in a dance.
You also create images so sinful.
Eyes and blood and all things dismal,
That’s what you are on the color wheel
Thoughts creeping out of the eyes
That shiver down the spine
Leaves you with only one ideal
Red is both love and evil.
Written on September 28, 2018
THE CYCLE OF EVIL
“The Cycle of Evil”
Death comes for me
And I welcome it
There is blood dripping
From my chest down to where I sit
A stake that penetrated
My cold, black heart
Ended my feast early
In this evening’s dark
You stand over me
Not quite believing what you see
Yet your eyes do not deceive you
And your actions certainly saved you
You wonder what I am
And how I came to be
Just how many more of me
Are out there, you think
I start to laugh as I die
You feel no pain
But begin to cry
Your end is near
And you can sense it
For we are many
And now, you’re defenseless
Run! Run! While you can
That’s more fun than when you stand
So I get to have the last laugh, it appears
As your throat is ripped out from ear to ear.
Written on September 22, 2021
THE DEVIL
“The Devil”
It’s dark in here
Black as night
Cold
Damp
I beg for light
I try to move
The space is small
I just keep bumpin’
Into the walls
Hands grab at me
Pulling, pushing
Rubbing, twisting
“Help,” I cry,
Someone is listening
A door opens wide
I can make out a figure
Someone save me
It’s the Devil of the River
It approaches me
With mouth open wide
I feel I can
Get lost inside
Alive and scared,
He swallows my head
I’m lost, now,
To the world of the undead
Written on September 21, 2021
JUST BREATHE
“Just Breathe”
Flat on the deck
With a hook in my mouth
Begging you to take it out
And to throw me back
What use am I,
Injured and small
Your size overwhelms me,
Frigid and tall
Flip and flop
You laugh and watch
I gasp for breath
An endless wait
You grab my tail
Hold me over the water
You wait too late
I roll upside down
And float belly-up on the water
Written on September 19, 2021
THIS HELL HOLE
“This Hell Hole”
Into a deep, dark hole, I have fallen,
Surrounded by darkness on all sides.
A blackness near and far
Nothing, nowhere to hide.
I try to touch something.
Nothing there to touch.
I try to smell something.
Nothing there to smell.
I try to hear something.
Nothing there to hear.
“This is impossible,” I say.
“What in the hell is this?” I ask.
“Where in the hell am I?”
Still, no answer but a response of laughter
That echoes throughout this hell hole.
Written on October 18, 2018
E-BOOK VERSION AVAILABLE
It That Has No Name III: The Beginning is now available in e-book version through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, and Google play. Paperback version is still available, as well.
Author P.S. Kessell 