Submissions by David_gessner
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
"Poet" hmm naw, sounds like somethin a pretentious hipster kid would say while drinking pabst blue ribbon and smoking a cigarette he bummed off somebody else.
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Mar 2013 6:52am
14th Mar 2013 6:52am
The Truths Carved in my Bones
Fuck. Barely any dope yesterday no dope today. Only a minute amount of weed. and I find myself at the moment all speed freaks dread,the moment when they run out of drugs, money, and resources.
Apparently a certain retailer of power tools and hardware changed there reciptless return policy. And whats worse, is that now all the major retailers will follow suit, ending the way of life of many tweakers.
Will the tweak fiends die off withoutthe herds of department stores to feed them? I doubt it, the tweaker is a most resourceful animal, who will find a way to get the precious...
Apparently a certain retailer of power tools and hardware changed there reciptless return policy. And whats worse, is that now all the major retailers will follow suit, ending the way of life of many tweakers.
Will the tweak fiends die off withoutthe herds of department stores to feed them? I doubt it, the tweaker is a most resourceful animal, who will find a way to get the precious...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 1:44pm
12th Mar 2013 1:44pm
The Day That Lies Ahead
I lay here in my makeshift bedroom, the remains of my last cigarette clenched between my teeth as I think about what struggles the day will bring.
To begin with I need to find $120 cash before the day is out so I can pay the fat man for the 1.7 grams of speed I got yesterday. I pretended like i was going to hustle it off, but truth is I dont have the network do that here.
So addict that I am, I simply did it. Whoops.
My best option is to boost some shit at home depot, return it for a store gift card and take the cards to fat man, he'll go 50% of a dollar for em,...
To begin with I need to find $120 cash before the day is out so I can pay the fat man for the 1.7 grams of speed I got yesterday. I pretended like i was going to hustle it off, but truth is I dont have the network do that here.
So addict that I am, I simply did it. Whoops.
My best option is to boost some shit at home depot, return it for a store gift card and take the cards to fat man, he'll go 50% of a dollar for em,...
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LOVE POEM
Published
12th Mar 2013 8:46am
12th Mar 2013 8:46am
f**k Love
"you should justforget about her" My sister tells me, "Shes a skank, you were just dick to her in between tyler time."
Her words are like a heavy fist square in the solar plexus. Every time she told me how she loved me like she had never loved anyone before was a lie, I was only a distraction to her.
"You should come back, you said you dont have a warrant right? I miss you brother" she says, her words breaking my heart and bringing tears to my eyes.
"Sis if I went back they'd issue a warrant, besides I cant imagine running into...
Her words are like a heavy fist square in the solar plexus. Every time she told me how she loved me like she had never loved anyone before was a lie, I was only a distraction to her.
"You should come back, you said you dont have a warrant right? I miss you brother" she says, her words breaking my heart and bringing tears to my eyes.
"Sis if I went back they'd issue a warrant, besides I cant imagine running into...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 7:44am
10th Mar 2013 7:44am
Falling Out
I woke up on the mattress that lays on the floor of the section of the laundry room blocked off with sheets that serves as my "room."
Its still wet from two days ago when the washing machines hose came loose and flooded the basement.
I fell out last night in Arvada, at the King Soopers Alicia informs me when she woke up. "Right in the store too," she said with a semi amused look on her face.
What a sight that must have been to those yuppie fucks, a strung out speed freak at the blood pressure machine sound asleep.
I'm lucky they didnt...
Its still wet from two days ago when the washing machines hose came loose and flooded the basement.
I fell out last night in Arvada, at the King Soopers Alicia informs me when she woke up. "Right in the store too," she said with a semi amused look on her face.
What a sight that must have been to those yuppie fucks, a strung out speed freak at the blood pressure machine sound asleep.
I'm lucky they didnt...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Mar 2013 3:02am
10th Mar 2013 3:02am
Gimme A Fix
I dont even remember coming home late last night or early this morning. I woke up at Two this afternoon, on the couch in the basement. What a wild couple of days its been, maybe more like a week.
My Cousin is pissed at Alicia and I because he thinks were fucking, he doesnt have the balls to accuse us so he makes up other reasons to be pissy. Alicia however made it clear last night that she wouldn't be opposed to the idea of the two of us hooking up.
I aint made up my mind yet, it seems sleazy but fuck i'm being treated like shit for it anyway, so why not?
Why does...
My Cousin is pissed at Alicia and I because he thinks were fucking, he doesnt have the balls to accuse us so he makes up other reasons to be pissy. Alicia however made it clear last night that she wouldn't be opposed to the idea of the two of us hooking up.
I aint made up my mind yet, it seems sleazy but fuck i'm being treated like shit for it anyway, so why not?
Why does...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Mar 2013 12:55pm
8th Mar 2013 12:55pm
Better then sex
push the point thru
skin, into your veins,
quickened breath
as you watch
the blood rose blooms
in the syringe
pull back a little more
making sure you're still in
than push it home,
your ears burn
your vision
blurry from the hit
as you catch your breath
you think
"sweet jesus, its better than sex"
skin, into your veins,
quickened breath
as you watch
the blood rose blooms
in the syringe
pull back a little more
making sure you're still in
than push it home,
your ears burn
your vision
blurry from the hit
as you catch your breath
you think
"sweet jesus, its better than sex"
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
7th Mar 2013 8:58am
7th Mar 2013 8:58am
Theft and Jealousy
I felt more alive today than i have since leaving kansas.
I went out boosting shit all day with a chick I know, my cousins ex, Alicia.
We plan on lifting more shit tomorrow, than takin it to a guy she knows that will buy it. Its all I can do at the moment, I doubt I have a job anymore so fuck it.
My cousins pissy because me and Alicia have been hangin out, and he aint been included. Neither of us have the heart to tell him that thats because hes being a buzzkill. Like im gonna take a guy out thieving who has spent the day telling me how useless and stupid boosting is. ...
I went out boosting shit all day with a chick I know, my cousins ex, Alicia.
We plan on lifting more shit tomorrow, than takin it to a guy she knows that will buy it. Its all I can do at the moment, I doubt I have a job anymore so fuck it.
My cousins pissy because me and Alicia have been hangin out, and he aint been included. Neither of us have the heart to tell him that thats because hes being a buzzkill. Like im gonna take a guy out thieving who has spent the day telling me how useless and stupid boosting is. ...
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ANGER POEM
Published
6th Mar 2013 7:19am
6th Mar 2013 7:19am
Uncontrolable
Two much noise in my head this morning, nothing poetic or productive, more like the static from an old, broken tube-style television, incoherent and distracting.
I'm sitting at the counter of The Waffle-house with my baby cousin and her dad, the one on Peoria, that my aunt worked at when I was a kid. The windows have Closing scrawled across the front of them.
I did my last load of speed before we left the house, and my eyelids are still heavy, my tolerance is ridiculously high now, likely due to the recklessly huge loads I've been doing daily since my life got turned upside...
I'm sitting at the counter of The Waffle-house with my baby cousin and her dad, the one on Peoria, that my aunt worked at when I was a kid. The windows have Closing scrawled across the front of them.
I did my last load of speed before we left the house, and my eyelids are still heavy, my tolerance is ridiculously high now, likely due to the recklessly huge loads I've been doing daily since my life got turned upside...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
6th Mar 2013 6:08am
6th Mar 2013 6:08am
Carshopping
My "room" is just a couple of blankets stapled to the ceiling and wall in a corner of the laundry room.
My furniture is an old kitchen island which I use as a dresser, a plastic storage tub serves as my nightstand, and my bed is the matress from an old sleeper sofa. For lighting i use two drop lights, one stapled to the ciling the other hangs from the vent.
Very tweaker chic, I know.
I lay in here now, smoking a cigarette and thinking about tomorrow. I let a guy steal a pack of smokes tonight. He was broke and I felt sorry for him, hopefully it isnt obvious that...
My furniture is an old kitchen island which I use as a dresser, a plastic storage tub serves as my nightstand, and my bed is the matress from an old sleeper sofa. For lighting i use two drop lights, one stapled to the ciling the other hangs from the vent.
Very tweaker chic, I know.
I lay in here now, smoking a cigarette and thinking about tomorrow. I let a guy steal a pack of smokes tonight. He was broke and I felt sorry for him, hopefully it isnt obvious that...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
3rd Mar 2013 3:30pm
3rd Mar 2013 3:30pm
Remorseless. A confession
I was 16 when one of the most dangerous organizations in the usa recruited me, I was the 2nd minor ever to be a member with 30 years between us. Before I could buy a pack of smoke legally, I had hurt people I didnt know either because they owed us, or because I had been hired by an associate of my group.
I was givn the first job within a week of being asked to join.
I was handed a pistol and a pic of a man 40ish with a goatee and long hair and told he refused to pay back a debt he owed us. They said dont shoot unless you have to.
I looked for him for a week before i...
I was givn the first job within a week of being asked to join.
I was handed a pistol and a pic of a man 40ish with a goatee and long hair and told he refused to pay back a debt he owed us. They said dont shoot unless you have to.
I looked for him for a week before i...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Mar 2013 4:04am
3rd Mar 2013 4:04am
Optimism
The funny thing about the "bottom" is that it can always get deeper, you always have a little bit further you can fall.
You wake up late because your electricity went out duriong the night and your alarm reset itself, then on your way to work you get rear ended and arrive an hour late, and then your boss fires you.
It can only get better right?
So you think until you arrive home from work to find your girl blowing some other dude in your bed.
Surely it cant get any worse now, right?
Not if its her place.
Now you find yourself out of a...
You wake up late because your electricity went out duriong the night and your alarm reset itself, then on your way to work you get rear ended and arrive an hour late, and then your boss fires you.
It can only get better right?
So you think until you arrive home from work to find your girl blowing some other dude in your bed.
Surely it cant get any worse now, right?
Not if its her place.
Now you find yourself out of a...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Feb 2013 6:30am
28th Feb 2013 6:30am
Jesse, The Homeless Saint of East Colfax
Jesse is an old homeless man who comes to the store I work at almost everyday for matches. I've liked Jesse since the moment I met him.
Katie, my manager told me that Jesse, a homeless alcoholic who walks here wearing his only pair of jeans and boots that may well be as old as myself with soles that flap and gets a book of matches to light the cigarette butts he picks up wherever he finds them comes in every day when we have our annual month long fundraiser for childrens hospial care and donates most of his money to the kids.
She also told me about abother regular who...
Katie, my manager told me that Jesse, a homeless alcoholic who walks here wearing his only pair of jeans and boots that may well be as old as myself with soles that flap and gets a book of matches to light the cigarette butts he picks up wherever he finds them comes in every day when we have our annual month long fundraiser for childrens hospial care and donates most of his money to the kids.
She also told me about abother regular who...
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