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
30th Jan 2013 12:13pm
30th Jan 2013 12:13pm
New job, old thoughts
What a shitty way to waste these hours that cant be made up.
I'm just sitting here, looking at guitars online wishing I had mine here, so I could thrash some of this angst away.
I start my job Monday. Im gonna be a cashier at a local cigarette store that also sells bongs and shit like that.
Its part time and minimum wage but at least working will help occupy these idle hours,give me something else to think about at least a couple hours a day.
I like to work though. I love hard heavy physical work, the kind that not everyone can handle, that lets you know your a...
I'm just sitting here, looking at guitars online wishing I had mine here, so I could thrash some of this angst away.
I start my job Monday. Im gonna be a cashier at a local cigarette store that also sells bongs and shit like that.
Its part time and minimum wage but at least working will help occupy these idle hours,give me something else to think about at least a couple hours a day.
I like to work though. I love hard heavy physical work, the kind that not everyone can handle, that lets you know your a...
661 reads
2 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2013 1:15am
30th Jan 2013 1:15am
Davy Disease
I'm a marked man, branded by my own hand. I hide my shame easily enough.
Its amazing how little people notice, how they can look right past what they dont know is there. I count on this quirk of human nature to protect my secret. I use many tools daily to survive and conceal myself from discovery.
Its effective, but it grinds on a man knowing that ninety percent of waht he does is designed to keep the world at arms length.
I'm more alone than anyone else i know, I dont think anyone but maybe my little brother even has a clue who I really am, I guard myself because I don't...
Its amazing how little people notice, how they can look right past what they dont know is there. I count on this quirk of human nature to protect my secret. I use many tools daily to survive and conceal myself from discovery.
Its effective, but it grinds on a man knowing that ninety percent of waht he does is designed to keep the world at arms length.
I'm more alone than anyone else i know, I dont think anyone but maybe my little brother even has a clue who I really am, I guard myself because I don't...
692 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Jan 2013 5:11am
28th Jan 2013 5:11am
Too Many Feelings (Explosion)
This shit inside of me is turning back to rage, back to hate.
As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror every cell in my body is itching to put my fist thru it in some post adolescent fit.
I restrain myself but I know if I dont do something its gonna happen if not to the bathroom mirror than whatever is handy.
Sitting here listening to Bad Religion "past is dead" I think about how fucking awesome it would be to hit a punk show right now all angsty and self destructive. Hell yea a fucking pit would be the shit, go in and slam around until im a mess of sweat,...
As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror every cell in my body is itching to put my fist thru it in some post adolescent fit.
I restrain myself but I know if I dont do something its gonna happen if not to the bathroom mirror than whatever is handy.
Sitting here listening to Bad Religion "past is dead" I think about how fucking awesome it would be to hit a punk show right now all angsty and self destructive. Hell yea a fucking pit would be the shit, go in and slam around until im a mess of sweat,...
642 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
28th Jan 2013 4:28am
28th Jan 2013 4:28am
Death Camp Wolves Gnawing on The Bones Of My Past
A death-camp smile on a demons face, howling of hungry wolves
Muzzleflash and the sound of artillery burst
Napalm kisses on angels lips
Black-heart flirtations
on the eve of destruction
Play a song for me Nero, we'll sing as the empire burns
Cyanide filled rooms where the wounded become the dead
Ashes to Ashes as bones become dust
The horizon red with fire as you say I love you
As you look me in the eyes and sing your liars song of days to come
wolves are already at my door...
Muzzleflash and the sound of artillery burst
Napalm kisses on angels lips
Black-heart flirtations
on the eve of destruction
Play a song for me Nero, we'll sing as the empire burns
Cyanide filled rooms where the wounded become the dead
Ashes to Ashes as bones become dust
The horizon red with fire as you say I love you
As you look me in the eyes and sing your liars song of days to come
wolves are already at my door...
673 reads
2 Comments
SONG LYRICS
Published
27th Jan 2013 4:34pm
27th Jan 2013 4:34pm
Broken Hearts Dont Always Mend
like a deep cut in tender flesh
i couldnt stop to catch my breath
like falling down on hard pavement
i guess i know what forever meant
i kiss the pistol like a friend
i never thought that it would end
broken hearts dont always mend
i guess to you it was just pretend
I screamed out loud above the crowd
like jesus on his fucking cloud
i searched for you but you werent there
i guess its true that life aint fair
I kiss the pistol like a friend
i never thought that it would end
broken hearts dont always mend
I guess to...
i couldnt stop to catch my breath
like falling down on hard pavement
i guess i know what forever meant
i kiss the pistol like a friend
i never thought that it would end
broken hearts dont always mend
i guess to you it was just pretend
I screamed out loud above the crowd
like jesus on his fucking cloud
i searched for you but you werent there
i guess its true that life aint fair
I kiss the pistol like a friend
i never thought that it would end
broken hearts dont always mend
I guess to...
712 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 10:44pm
25th Jan 2013 10:44pm
swastika tattoos, affirmitave action, and f**k the naacp
636 reads
2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Jan 2013 11:11am
25th Jan 2013 11:11am
Rattlesnake Blues, collab with Evan Sarov
Frail hands
searching.
For something
to cut
deep enough,
to bury the hate.
Hatred.
Burning within,
like a blow-torch to skin.
Trapt
by the guilt
and the failures,
of my past.
Rattlesnake
lullaby.
A psalm
written,
not in ink.
Nor even blood,
but carved
into my sternum,
and femur.
With this message
carved, into my chest.
Will you sing
the lullaby,
to ease my pain?
It's easy to sing..
For the lullaby
is carved, in my chest.
Sing to...
searching.
For something
to cut
deep enough,
to bury the hate.
Hatred.
Burning within,
like a blow-torch to skin.
Trapt
by the guilt
and the failures,
of my past.
Rattlesnake
lullaby.
A psalm
written,
not in ink.
Nor even blood,
but carved
into my sternum,
and femur.
With this message
carved, into my chest.
Will you sing
the lullaby,
to ease my pain?
It's easy to sing..
For the lullaby
is carved, in my chest.
Sing to...
592 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jan 2013 5:36am
25th Jan 2013 5:36am
to walk thru hell and come out a different person.
820 reads
7 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Jan 2013 8:09am
22nd Jan 2013 8:09am
The Junky and the Train (I observe a poem)
940 reads
3 Comments
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