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Author of horror genre
“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
“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
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”
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 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”
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
Author P.S. Kessell 