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
29th Jul 2015 2:36am
29th Jul 2015 2:36am
Waiting for The Dope Man
I sit in my room with a hot rag held against the inside of my elbow to reduce the swelling from a partially missed shot of meth.I didn't miss alot, only a small amount. It's these damn short needles, I gotta shove em down deep to hit my veins.
The kids are playing outside and Gina's in the kitchen, thawing chicken to make tacos, and I'm waiting on a call back from the dope man. He called me a while ago to let me know he handled what he needed to handle and from the sound of it he's waiting on the new connect.
I've got maybe 40 cents worth of shit left, enough for one bac...
The kids are playing outside and Gina's in the kitchen, thawing chicken to make tacos, and I'm waiting on a call back from the dope man. He called me a while ago to let me know he handled what he needed to handle and from the sound of it he's waiting on the new connect.
I've got maybe 40 cents worth of shit left, enough for one bac...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
28th Jul 2015 9:53am
28th Jul 2015 9:53am
Crazy Sexy Eyes
It's 2:30am, its hot out tonight, the air is thick and miserable with humidity as I lie awake in bed sweating, my girl beside me, her head on my chest as she drifts off to sleep for the first time in two days.
I light a cigarette and think about the first time I saw Gina. It was last summer, I had gone over to her mom's house to see her brother Kyle and get a bag of dope. She was on the couch when I went inside, "Kyle's in there" she said, pointing to a door next to me.
I didn't really think much about her then, I don't think I even asked who she was. I sure as hell...
I light a cigarette and think about the first time I saw Gina. It was last summer, I had gone over to her mom's house to see her brother Kyle and get a bag of dope. She was on the couch when I went inside, "Kyle's in there" she said, pointing to a door next to me.
I didn't really think much about her then, I don't think I even asked who she was. I sure as hell...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
28th Jul 2015 6:53am
28th Jul 2015 6:53am
That Junky Itch
My homie, Kyle is on corrections for sale and distribution of methamphetamine. Hes currently doing a short stretch at Hutchinson state correctional institute. It's a four month program we call the 120 quick dip.
Basically when u fuck up on corrections your first major fuck up gets you sent to prison for 120 days, after that if you can't toe the line they send u back to prison to serve the sentence that was suspended during sentencing when you made a deal for corrections.
Kyles underlying is seven years and in Kansas getting good time means at most you serve 85% of your...
Basically when u fuck up on corrections your first major fuck up gets you sent to prison for 120 days, after that if you can't toe the line they send u back to prison to serve the sentence that was suspended during sentencing when you made a deal for corrections.
Kyles underlying is seven years and in Kansas getting good time means at most you serve 85% of your...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jul 2015 6:31pm
17th Jul 2015 6:31pm
the game
Late night, moving in the shadows, alert for anything, anyone, who doesn't fit, who doesn't feel right. Your gut always knows instinctively, tightening, rolling with overtones of nausea, it's when you fail to interpret the signs, the signals, that's when everything goes to hell in a hurry as your front door is kicked in by tactical swat unit dressed in Kevlar and brandishing assault weapons, voices speaking in unison "everyone on the floor now, move, move" and you're put in cuffs and roughly jerked to your feet, and dragged to the back of a patrol car that they aggressively push you...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th Jul 2015 4:58am
14th Jul 2015 4:58am
Hard Daze Nite
It's just after noon, Im off work today, in fact my psychotic boss/ex girlfriend made sure I have three days off this week, same as last week, which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that she also took my raise. My boss is crooked as a motherfucker, and gives his employees cash along with their paychecks instead of giving a normal raise. He says its for our benefit so we don't have to pay taxes, but really it's so he can take it away any time he wants.
A friend just stopped by and left some money, wanting me to go get him some dope. He doesn't know that I've got anything,...
A friend just stopped by and left some money, wanting me to go get him some dope. He doesn't know that I've got anything,...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jul 2015 6:43pm
5th Jul 2015 6:43pm
These Feelings Of Betrayal
It's almost one am, I'm sitting here with my homeboys older sister, the one who's now ex boyfriend is sitting in county. When I spent that first night with her a couple weeks ago my only intention was to fuck her because I don't like the guy she was dating, but now shes living with me and I'm falling hard for her.
She's down to earth, easy to talk to, and an absolute freak in bed. Her brothers the closest male friend I've got on this god forsaken part of northwestern Kansas, and he's sitting in prison for the next several months after popping hot for meth during a visit with his PO. ...
She's down to earth, easy to talk to, and an absolute freak in bed. Her brothers the closest male friend I've got on this god forsaken part of northwestern Kansas, and he's sitting in prison for the next several months after popping hot for meth during a visit with his PO. ...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
29th Jun 2015 4:00pm
29th Jun 2015 4:00pm
Waiting for Nothing
Its almost two am, I'm sitting in my bedroom with three females, two of which I've fucked. We're all high as fuck, while I sit here writing, the three of them chatter away about nothing important. The conversation is all over the place, they jump from topic to topic randomly.
I'm waiting on this guy my homeboy asked me to drop a teener off to since he's not going to be in town tonight. I'm starting to get kinda pissed, dude called an hour ago
I'm waiting on this guy my homeboy asked me to drop a teener off to since he's not going to be in town tonight. I'm starting to get kinda pissed, dude called an hour ago
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
20th Jun 2015 6:28am
20th Jun 2015 6:28am
Seedy Side Of Life
Its almost eleven pm, I just got off work about twenty minutes ago. A girl I know is coming from Nebraska to see me tonight, if she'll make it remains to be seen. This is the third time she's said the same thing in the last month. Not that I really care, its just another fish on the line. But if she don't show there's always this chick I know who's ol mans sitting in county. She's a nympho, all I gotta do is show up and climb in bed. Especially if I've got some dope, and I just got the call that its on its way.
This is my life these days, I get high, go to work, and fuck puddle sluts...
This is my life these days, I get high, go to work, and fuck puddle sluts...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
17th Jun 2015 8:24am
17th Jun 2015 8:24am
Do Unto Others,..,,
I'm laying in a my home boys sister, Gina's bed, waiting on her and my home girl to get back from the dope man's house with the shit. Ginas ol man Jeremy used to be one of my closest home boys, I looked at him like a little brother. Then he got all twisted off when this dude we know turned him on to needles. I've given him a job three times, than I fired him because he went to jail on another stupid charge that he could have avoided if he'd listened to me.
The day he got out, the window of my car got smashed out. I can't prove it was him, bit I'm pretty certain. So since the stupid...
The day he got out, the window of my car got smashed out. I can't prove it was him, bit I'm pretty certain. So since the stupid...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
10th Jun 2015 7:10am
10th Jun 2015 7:10am
sketched out
A month into my relapse I'm shot out and dehydrated to the point where I can't even hit a vein. I'm paranoid, which isn't normal to me like it is to some tweakers, but I've been anxious & jumpy for two days now, looking back over my shoulder. I've been fucking this chick Mallory for a couple weeks now, but I've been hearing some sketchy shit about her, but I don't know how much of it, if any is true, or just typical tweaker bull shit.
My ex, the one i just broke up with, snitched on some people and I grilled her on the ins and outs of how it works. She told me that they asked if...
My ex, the one i just broke up with, snitched on some people and I grilled her on the ins and outs of how it works. She told me that they asked if...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
14th May 2015 8:22pm
14th May 2015 8:22pm
King of the Concrete Wilderness
The last thirteen years, exactly half of my twenty six years on earth, were spent raising hell, chasing girls, shootin dope, living on the edge with the rest of the outlaws and rebels like me. Thats where I've always felt the most comfortable.
It comes naturally to me, like breathing, where as life inside the clearly defined lines of social acceptability isn't as familiar to me, it feels like a lie, and within the margins of mainstream life I feel like a creature from the wild, captured and caged, put on display where those domesticated masses can study me safely, from a distance....
It comes naturally to me, like breathing, where as life inside the clearly defined lines of social acceptability isn't as familiar to me, it feels like a lie, and within the margins of mainstream life I feel like a creature from the wild, captured and caged, put on display where those domesticated masses can study me safely, from a distance....
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th May 2015 5:46am
8th May 2015 5:46am
Jimi
I don't have very many friends, mainly because I don't really have much use for most people. The majority of them are fake, they greet you with plastic smiles and insincere enthusiasm, as if they don't talk shit behind your back. I've been betrayed by a friend I claimed as my little brother, as well as most others I've let my guard down around.
Jimi, is one of a very few people I consider my friend. He's a loyal, solid friend, who would give the shirt off his back to anyone who needed it more. He just happens to be a junkie, on corrections for multiple charges of distribution of...
Jimi, is one of a very few people I consider my friend. He's a loyal, solid friend, who would give the shirt off his back to anyone who needed it more. He just happens to be a junkie, on corrections for multiple charges of distribution of...
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