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Author of horror genre
“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”
“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… Continue Reading “CAPTIVE”
“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… Continue Reading “HELL IS MY PLAYGROUND”
“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… Continue Reading “RED”
“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… Continue Reading “THE CYCLE OF EVIL”
“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… Continue Reading “JUST BREATHE”
“When Death Comes” I see you. I am watching everything you do. I’m just waiting. You don’t know I am here, But you sense something is strange. You sense someone is following you, But you do not know who. I see you. No matter… Continue Reading “WHEN DEATH COMES”
This poem describes the loneliness one feels when one is depressed and suffering from the pressures and stress of life. A person looks for hope but only hears the voices of one’s mind responding back to one’s cries for help. This person succumbs to… Continue Reading “THE WELL”
Author P.S. Kessell 