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.
FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Jul 2017 7:17am
21st Jul 2017 7:17am
Ballad Of The Lost And Broken
Its been a rough day, I've spent the last week crashing at my friend Jake's house and fucking his little sister Megan The three of us did a little bit of dope last night and I've had the come down blues all day.
Around four this afternoon the cops came by for the first time, looking for my guy and his daughter. We lied and said they weren't there. They continued to stop by every few hours, while we hid in the house and pretended not to be home.
I walked with him to work just in case the cops were watching. On the way he got ahold of dcf and asked why there were officers...
Around four this afternoon the cops came by for the first time, looking for my guy and his daughter. We lied and said they weren't there. They continued to stop by every few hours, while we hid in the house and pretended not to be home.
I walked with him to work just in case the cops were watching. On the way he got ahold of dcf and asked why there were officers...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
21st Jul 2017 2:45am
21st Jul 2017 2:45am
Trailer Trash Romance
She sleeps beside me as I lie awake in her bed, stuck in that murky place between the high and the comedown, full of melancholy and the blues...
She spent last night in my arms, giggling and smiling like a teenager with a crush, but it's daylight now & she's expecting her sugar daddy to be stopping by...
It's just the come down that's got me feeling low, I knew the game before the first time I lay in her bed. I'm her secret lover beneath the moon and the night belongs to us
during the light of day, like a fugitive running from the law, I hide in the...
She spent last night in my arms, giggling and smiling like a teenager with a crush, but it's daylight now & she's expecting her sugar daddy to be stopping by...
It's just the come down that's got me feeling low, I knew the game before the first time I lay in her bed. I'm her secret lover beneath the moon and the night belongs to us
during the light of day, like a fugitive running from the law, I hide in the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Jun 2016 5:07pm
8th Jun 2016 5:07pm
growing up
I'm laying on my couch, it's not even ten am yet and its already hot as fuck inside my house. It's been two hundred and twenty four days since the last time i shot up, since the KBI knocked on my front door to serve a warrant for my arrest.
I'm four months in to a twelve month sentence with community corrections, if im violated I get revoked and will spend the next eight months in DOC.
After I got out my girlfriend and I got married, now im a family man with five young kids and a job at a truck stop.
This life is better then the one I had before, but its full at...
I'm four months in to a twelve month sentence with community corrections, if im violated I get revoked and will spend the next eight months in DOC.
After I got out my girlfriend and I got married, now im a family man with five young kids and a job at a truck stop.
This life is better then the one I had before, but its full at...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
16th Oct 2015 8:20am
16th Oct 2015 8:20am
Rock and a hard place
A week ago today my homie Kyle was supposed to check in to a rehab center in Topeka. Instead he went out chasing dope and fucked off his best shot at avoiding his 7 year prison sentence.
His parole officer came by because my house is listed on his registry. Now if i help him at all it's felony aiding and abetting. All the stress from this shit on top of four kids and work had me and Gina at each others throats more often then not.
We've decided to get off dope for a while. Me and Kyle both are pretty sure the fbi is in town, makes sense why nobody's gotten popped yet.
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His parole officer came by because my house is listed on his registry. Now if i help him at all it's felony aiding and abetting. All the stress from this shit on top of four kids and work had me and Gina at each others throats more often then not.
We've decided to get off dope for a while. Me and Kyle both are pretty sure the fbi is in town, makes sense why nobody's gotten popped yet.
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
9th Oct 2015 10:47am
9th Oct 2015 10:47am
opportunity lost
It's after three am, Gina lays next to me, semi awake. The last few weeks have been rough, were both stressed out and at our breaking point. With me working closing shift we've always been.short on alone time, but since kyle for out there ain't been alone time. Between work, kids and him I can't get a moment alone to relax and unwind.
He's more strung out them he was before he went to prison, and the only time he leaves my place is when I'm out of dope. He was supposed to go to rehab a couple days ago but he fucked it off and blew his shot. I talked his drug abuse counselor into...
He's more strung out them he was before he went to prison, and the only time he leaves my place is when I'm out of dope. He was supposed to go to rehab a couple days ago but he fucked it off and blew his shot. I talked his drug abuse counselor into...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
4th Oct 2015 00:46am
4th Oct 2015 00:46am
Noise
It's just after noon, I'm bored, listening to the sound of the kids running amok thru my house, their feet as heavy as those of an elephant. The noise changes to the sound of a three year old crying because he's tired and cranky. I hear Gina inform them that they're going to eat their yogurt and take a nap.
I spend most of my time trying to make them listen and behave, a task that never seems to get any easier, and more often then not I'm irritated at at least two out of the four, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
None of their dad's are in their lives, our...
I spend most of my time trying to make them listen and behave, a task that never seems to get any easier, and more often then not I'm irritated at at least two out of the four, but I wouldn't trade it for anything.
None of their dad's are in their lives, our...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Oct 2015 7:36pm
2nd Oct 2015 7:36pm
Deciept and Despair
Its almost one pm, I'm stressed out and haven't been to bed yet. Me and Gina are fighting...bad. I choked her and slapped her after I noticed that she had unblocked a guy on Facebook who had been trying to fuck her when I first got with her.
She gave me three different explanations as to how and why she was talking to him again, which means me she lied to me at least two times about what was going on between them.
I normally don't get jealous or insecure, but she has a history of being unfaithful, and I caught her lying to me about a guy she's talking to behind my back....
She gave me three different explanations as to how and why she was talking to him again, which means me she lied to me at least two times about what was going on between them.
I normally don't get jealous or insecure, but she has a history of being unfaithful, and I caught her lying to me about a guy she's talking to behind my back....
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2015 7:24pm
22nd Aug 2015 7:24pm
Close to the Bone
If you follow my stories here then you've read a little about my girl Gina, but I feel like she hasn't been properly introduced, or been given the attention she deserves. Her little brother Kyle is one of my closest homies; the first time I met Gina was about a year and a half ago when me and my former homeboy Jeremy went over to Kyle and Ginas mom's house to buy a bag of crystal off of kyle.
She answered the door when we knocked, "kyles in there" she said pointing to a door on our left, and returning to her spot on the couch. I didn't give her a second thought...
She answered the door when we knocked, "kyles in there" she said pointing to a door on our left, and returning to her spot on the couch. I didn't give her a second thought...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Aug 2015 9:53am
19th Aug 2015 9:53am
Another Day In my Life
Just after 2:30am, I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, smoking weed out of a ceramic pipe I call King Kong because its shaped like a giant gorilla. Kyle maybe baby mama, Michaela found it cleaning rooms at a motel she used to work at.
About a month ago the Dairy Queen I'd worked at for close to two years shut down abruptly, my ex and boss woke me up on payday and told me she'd take me to cash my paycheck, but that we should hurry in case Donny decided to clear out his account and screw us.
I just got home from work at my new job at McDonald's. I was damn near hired...
About a month ago the Dairy Queen I'd worked at for close to two years shut down abruptly, my ex and boss woke me up on payday and told me she'd take me to cash my paycheck, but that we should hurry in case Donny decided to clear out his account and screw us.
I just got home from work at my new job at McDonald's. I was damn near hired...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
13th Aug 2015 00:07am
13th Aug 2015 00:07am
40oz kind of day
My homie kyle, my girls little brother, is finally home from Winfield state correctional facility. I had just got off work at McD's, which happens to be the greyhound station as well, when I saw him get off the bus just after one am.
I'm happy he's home, but I feel guilt gnawing at me as well. Kyle had his head on straight while he was inside, but coming home to find his best friend spun out, along with everyone else he knows put him face to face with temptation.
Two days since he got out and he's already slamming dope and hustling with me. He's mainly crashing...
I'm happy he's home, but I feel guilt gnawing at me as well. Kyle had his head on straight while he was inside, but coming home to find his best friend spun out, along with everyone else he knows put him face to face with temptation.
Two days since he got out and he's already slamming dope and hustling with me. He's mainly crashing...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
30th Jul 2015 5:27pm
30th Jul 2015 5:27pm
relapse
It's almost 5am, I'm wide awake, my mind is racing, my hands trembling. Ive started using meth again back in April, maybe even March, I don't remember for sure. My homie Kyle had just been struck stupid a few days earlier when he was placed on community corrections instead of being sent to prison. He got hit with sale/distribution of methamphetamine, of which he would eventually be convicted of three more times.
We sat in his room with his girl and his sister drinking jager bombs to celebrate the Judges leniency. The jager was followed by beer, and buttershots. All of us were current...
We sat in his room with his girl and his sister drinking jager bombs to celebrate the Judges leniency. The jager was followed by beer, and buttershots. All of us were current...
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