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.
DRUGS POEM
Published
27th Feb 2013 6:39pm
27th Feb 2013 6:39pm
City of Broken Dreams
I walk down Peoria, the wind cold against my skin and my heart heavy with the sadness its carried since love turned into a lie. I still see you every time I close my eyes, still hear your voice ringing in my ears like the dissapearing dreams of a life that I imagined.
My arms are covered in bruises and hard lumps from where I missed the vein while shooting up. Nothing pisses off a junkie like missing his last hit. I have maybe 20 cents worth left and it takes at least twice that for me to even notice a difference.
Aurora, at least for me is a city of broken dreams, the...
My arms are covered in bruises and hard lumps from where I missed the vein while shooting up. Nothing pisses off a junkie like missing his last hit. I have maybe 20 cents worth left and it takes at least twice that for me to even notice a difference.
Aurora, at least for me is a city of broken dreams, the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 1:25pm
26th Feb 2013 1:25pm
sunrise
Its six twenty am as I watch the sun begin to rise with eyes that haven't closed in true sleep in god knows how long.
Its seven thirty in kansas, she'll be getting ready to start her day, already perfect as she rolls out of bed.
I start to wonder if shes alone this morning but decide Id rather not know the answer. Whats the point in finding another wound to pick at?
Enough dope for one more shot, six hours till work, a fuel pump to fix and I still have to get more dope to get thru the day. I decide I'll just say fuck it and drop whatever im doing when it gets close...
Its seven thirty in kansas, she'll be getting ready to start her day, already perfect as she rolls out of bed.
I start to wonder if shes alone this morning but decide Id rather not know the answer. Whats the point in finding another wound to pick at?
Enough dope for one more shot, six hours till work, a fuel pump to fix and I still have to get more dope to get thru the day. I decide I'll just say fuck it and drop whatever im doing when it gets close...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 4:15am
26th Feb 2013 4:15am
walking down peoria with wet shoes and a broken heart
The wind is cold on my skin as walk down peoria. It snowed at least five inches yesterday, so my feet have been soaked since I left my house.
The cold of the rocky mountain wind isnt anywhere near as bad as the ice like death chill deep in the marrows of my bones that i've been unable to shake since she decided that the man she had only a week before declared to be her soul mate was just a junkie.
She wouldnt say the words out loud, but I heard it in the halting, careful was she chose her words, and in her denial when I asked her "so, you decided I was just broke trailer trash...
The cold of the rocky mountain wind isnt anywhere near as bad as the ice like death chill deep in the marrows of my bones that i've been unable to shake since she decided that the man she had only a week before declared to be her soul mate was just a junkie.
She wouldnt say the words out loud, but I heard it in the halting, careful was she chose her words, and in her denial when I asked her "so, you decided I was just broke trailer trash...
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2013 3:38am
26th Feb 2013 3:38am
Riah's Song
You remind me of a song I heard
I cant remember the lyrics,
only the taste of sweat
And our slick
perspiring bodies
tangled
in each other
we lay there
gasping for breath
young lovers,
trying to tame the wind
I cant remember the lyrics,
only the taste of sweat
And our slick
perspiring bodies
tangled
in each other
we lay there
gasping for breath
young lovers,
trying to tame the wind
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 12:17pm
23rd Feb 2013 12:17pm
suicide lovers
forcing my word
down the throats
of suicide lovers
hoping that
theyre strong enough
to bleed out my poison
I have dug up juliettes bones
and sacrificed
at the altar of the lost
tasted the death
of a teenage lover
murdered by school boy hands
feasted on the flesh
of morrisons bones
and drank
from cobains
shotgun shattered skull
and it has brought me nothing
down the throats
of suicide lovers
hoping that
theyre strong enough
to bleed out my poison
I have dug up juliettes bones
and sacrificed
at the altar of the lost
tasted the death
of a teenage lover
murdered by school boy hands
feasted on the flesh
of morrisons bones
and drank
from cobains
shotgun shattered skull
and it has brought me nothing
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 5:30am
23rd Feb 2013 5:30am
Broken Memories
I lay here in my new makeshift "bedroom" or more accurately the corner of the laundry room i blocked off with a sheet. I'm sweating from the dope Ive been doing with recless abandon all day, chewing on the filter of an unlit cigarette.
Its been two months since she said she didnt want me anymore. Two months of lovesick misery, of lonely nights when memories of passionate nights spent with her refuse to be shut out of my mind.
To the rest of the world I might look like im getting over her, but the truth is that im just learning to live with the pain. I still see...
Its been two months since she said she didnt want me anymore. Two months of lovesick misery, of lonely nights when memories of passionate nights spent with her refuse to be shut out of my mind.
To the rest of the world I might look like im getting over her, but the truth is that im just learning to live with the pain. I still see...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Feb 2013 9:05pm
16th Feb 2013 9:05pm
"Friends"
My reflection in the bathroom mirror stares back at me with glassy bloodshot eyes. My jaw is covered with a coppery blonde stubble, the same color as my fathers. I'm wearing a thrift store button up shirt half way unbuttoned with a black wife beater under it. My jailhouse tattoos combined with the worn out dress shirt and unshaved face give me a distinct look of a man on the edge, like a man gone insane.
I reach in the pocket of my shirt and dig out a cigarette, I light it and take a long slow drag before leisurely exhaling the smoke. My vices seem to me the closest thing to friends...
I reach in the pocket of my shirt and dig out a cigarette, I light it and take a long slow drag before leisurely exhaling the smoke. My vices seem to me the closest thing to friends...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
16th Feb 2013 8:08am
16th Feb 2013 8:08am
f**ke From Birth
White trash. Thats what I am when you get down to it, I've lived in several trailers, couple times about ten of us shared a two bedroom house where we slept wherever we could fit.
I know I've spent more of my life sleeping on a couch and living out of a duffel bag than I have sleeping in a bed and hanging my clothes in a closet.
By thirteen I had tried cocaine and was developing a dependancy on the pharmecutical amphetamines I used everyday. I went to jail the first time shortly after turning fourteen and the same night I got out I already had an arrest warrant out...
I know I've spent more of my life sleeping on a couch and living out of a duffel bag than I have sleeping in a bed and hanging my clothes in a closet.
By thirteen I had tried cocaine and was developing a dependancy on the pharmecutical amphetamines I used everyday. I went to jail the first time shortly after turning fourteen and the same night I got out I already had an arrest warrant out...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2013 9:10am
13th Feb 2013 9:10am
..A just god indeed
speak to me
of god
of his kindness
his mercy
tell me of his love
i'll show you
a thousand rape victims
or a tortured child
locked in a basment
starving and afraid
or the countless
legions murdered
in his holy name
he is a merciful
and just god
indeed
of god
of his kindness
his mercy
tell me of his love
i'll show you
a thousand rape victims
or a tortured child
locked in a basment
starving and afraid
or the countless
legions murdered
in his holy name
he is a merciful
and just god
indeed
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Feb 2013 4:59am
13th Feb 2013 4:59am
Stranger than fiction.
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LOVE POEM
Published
6th Feb 2013 2:33am
6th Feb 2013 2:33am
Purgatory Diaries, Crawling Across the Desert Of Aching Lovers
Desert of aching Lovers
Another cold night awake on the couch
longing for the feel of her skin against mine aching with the gone again flu,
morose with heartache I fell hard for you too hard.
4:14am
Now here I am without you at the end of it all. Alone and cold in Aurora, haunted by your ghost, I turn to a needle for comfort, I feed my resentments thru a hypodermic syringe, praying...
Another cold night awake on the couch
longing for the feel of her skin against mine aching with the gone again flu,
morose with heartache I fell hard for you too hard.
4:14am
Now here I am without you at the end of it all. Alone and cold in Aurora, haunted by your ghost, I turn to a needle for comfort, I feed my resentments thru a hypodermic syringe, praying...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Feb 2013 2:44am
5th Feb 2013 2:44am
Cold Aurora Night
On either side of Sable I see rundown houses and fences with blotches of spray paint covering up the gang signs graffitied along their lengths. Its an old neighborhood on the outskirts of Montbello, down by the old warehouses and factories.
I light a cigarette, the tip glows a bright orange as I take a long, slow drag. Its been well over a month since I left and those days seem less and less real, more like dreams every day. I exhale a thick cloud of smoke and watch it fade into nothing in the fluorescent glow of the Aurora night.
I look at the tattoo on my forearm, The newest of...
I light a cigarette, the tip glows a bright orange as I take a long, slow drag. Its been well over a month since I left and those days seem less and less real, more like dreams every day. I exhale a thick cloud of smoke and watch it fade into nothing in the fluorescent glow of the Aurora night.
I look at the tattoo on my forearm, The newest of...
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