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
25th Mar 2015 6:52am
25th Mar 2015 6:52am
Born into a world full of drugs
Addiction has been a part of my life, in one form or another since the moment a shot of meth sent my mother to the hospital, where she found out she was pregnant with me. As for my dad, he went to rehab for his coke problem when I was just a baby, but not before a dealer he and my uncle porky robbed came looking for them at the house my mom and I were at.
One of my uncle's, my mom and porkys older brother, was friends with the guy porkys and my dad robbed and managed to convince them not to kill them. He even managed to get the guy back most of his weed and his coke.
I met...
One of my uncle's, my mom and porkys older brother, was friends with the guy porkys and my dad robbed and managed to convince them not to kill them. He even managed to get the guy back most of his weed and his coke.
I met...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
17th Feb 2015 11:22pm
17th Feb 2015 11:22pm
Teenage Rage
I wrote this probably 4 years ago, was looking thru my older stuff and decided to share it here
My teenage days were spent loitering in parking lots, drinking illicit alcohol from a bottle concealed in a brown paper bag and smoking stolen filterless camel cigarettes.
An adolescent alcoholic searching for clarity, thru the whisky fumes.
Lost in the neverending quest for intoxication, I found cheap contentment in a plant and paper combination.
Huffing duster from a can because it's cheap, it fucked me up and made me feel good with the "wah wah...
My teenage days were spent loitering in parking lots, drinking illicit alcohol from a bottle concealed in a brown paper bag and smoking stolen filterless camel cigarettes.
An adolescent alcoholic searching for clarity, thru the whisky fumes.
Lost in the neverending quest for intoxication, I found cheap contentment in a plant and paper combination.
Huffing duster from a can because it's cheap, it fucked me up and made me feel good with the "wah wah...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2015 6:36pm
17th Feb 2015 6:36pm
Anothe Verse Of The Razor Blade Blues
Vague memory
of unearthing
juliettes bones
Of my torn bleeding hands
Clawing deep into the earths womb
Of placing the bones of sacred lover
Upon the altar of broken hearts
A prayer spoke in silence
On a long lost
Lonesome winter night
When I was still young
And hope filled
When I still believed fate
And destiny were romantic
Eternal
When I wrote poems about the beauty
I found in wilting roses
And decaying buildings
When the razor blade blues first started playing
A lifetime...
of unearthing
juliettes bones
Of my torn bleeding hands
Clawing deep into the earths womb
Of placing the bones of sacred lover
Upon the altar of broken hearts
A prayer spoke in silence
On a long lost
Lonesome winter night
When I was still young
And hope filled
When I still believed fate
And destiny were romantic
Eternal
When I wrote poems about the beauty
I found in wilting roses
And decaying buildings
When the razor blade blues first started playing
A lifetime...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
6th Feb 2015 7:27am
6th Feb 2015 7:27am
Letter to A Demon, Disguised as an Angel
A little over a year ago I told you that I loved you, and you said you loved me too. Now I sit trying to wash the taste of those words, and their memory from my mouth and heart with beer.
Our child would be two months old if you hadn't miscarried, because your fucking job was more important to you then our unborn child's health, more important then our family.
You broke me you fucking bitch, I no longer feel love, or anything else as deeply as I did before. That part of my soul died when you bled out our child in a hospital in Hays while I flipped burgers four hours away,...
Our child would be two months old if you hadn't miscarried, because your fucking job was more important to you then our unborn child's health, more important then our family.
You broke me you fucking bitch, I no longer feel love, or anything else as deeply as I did before. That part of my soul died when you bled out our child in a hospital in Hays while I flipped burgers four hours away,...
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Published
30th Jan 2015 7:06am
30th Jan 2015 7:06am
Untitled
I'm twenty-five years old. I've had nine poems published since I was twenty-one, all of them were written during times when I was swimming In the bottom of a bottle of bourbon or gin, or while I was slamming meth or heroin, heartbroken and destitute.
I still drink, but not like I used to and I don't do meth anymore.
I also don't write very much anymore, and when I do it feels like it's missing the spark I used to feel in my work.
About three months ago I destroyed my memoirs "The Motel Diaries" for reasons I don't completely understand. I had 5 full size...
I still drink, but not like I used to and I don't do meth anymore.
I also don't write very much anymore, and when I do it feels like it's missing the spark I used to feel in my work.
About three months ago I destroyed my memoirs "The Motel Diaries" for reasons I don't completely understand. I had 5 full size...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
24th Jan 2015 6:18am
24th Jan 2015 6:18am
Drinking Alone..
Sitting here in my dark bedroom, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer while my girlfriend sleeps in bed beside me I find myself looking at both my past and my present.
Her two girls, one seven, the other five are asleep in the other bedroom. I find myself playing the role of step father, making pancakes and eggs with the girls in the morning, my living room filled with coloring books, crayons, magic markers and monster high stickers. I find myself thinking about my ex, and the baby we lost. Had she not miscarried our child would have been born sometime last month.
The life...
Her two girls, one seven, the other five are asleep in the other bedroom. I find myself playing the role of step father, making pancakes and eggs with the girls in the morning, my living room filled with coloring books, crayons, magic markers and monster high stickers. I find myself thinking about my ex, and the baby we lost. Had she not miscarried our child would have been born sometime last month.
The life...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Jan 2015 7:46pm
15th Jan 2015 7:46pm
a time before
A man sits in a dimly lit room
Surrounded by shadows
A cigarette smolders
His past gnaws at his bones
Memories of ay time before
When sleep came easy
Surrounded by shadows
A cigarette smolders
His past gnaws at his bones
Memories of ay time before
When sleep came easy
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
12th Jan 2015 9:53pm
12th Jan 2015 9:53pm
A Long Hard Look
I'm tall, a little over six feet, and now that I'm not shooting meth I'm roughly 230 pounds. My right arm is inked from my shoulder to my knuckles. I have tattoos on my left fingers and my forearm and one on my neck, all total I have 25 tattoos.
I wear baggy clothes and flatbill hats, and I listen to punk rock and rap. My drug and alcohol counselor told me that because of my size and the way I look people see me as intimidating. Also that I have a blunt straightforward personality that adds to that overall impression.
I grew up going back and forth between my ma's house in...
I wear baggy clothes and flatbill hats, and I listen to punk rock and rap. My drug and alcohol counselor told me that because of my size and the way I look people see me as intimidating. Also that I have a blunt straightforward personality that adds to that overall impression.
I grew up going back and forth between my ma's house in...
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
3rd Jan 2015 11:52pm
3rd Jan 2015 11:52pm
A New Days Horizon
I haven't written in forever...so much has happened it's unreal.
Six months ago I was arrested and thrown in jail for a sexual assault case of which I was innocent, however, backwoods justice being what it is I was afraid I was going to prison.
Finally, in November shortly before my preliminary hearing my attorney convinced the county prosecutor to drop the charges.
He dismissed them without prejudice meaning that any time in the next five years they have the option to refile charges.
While out on bond I started dating a woman I met in a gas station buying...
Six months ago I was arrested and thrown in jail for a sexual assault case of which I was innocent, however, backwoods justice being what it is I was afraid I was going to prison.
Finally, in November shortly before my preliminary hearing my attorney convinced the county prosecutor to drop the charges.
He dismissed them without prejudice meaning that any time in the next five years they have the option to refile charges.
While out on bond I started dating a woman I met in a gas station buying...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
5th Jun 2014 10:33am
5th Jun 2014 10:33am
Raining At 3 am
Its 3:19am, I'm drunk and out of cigarettes.
I was off work and my dad western unioned me a $20, so I bought a couple packs of cigs and a bottle of bourbon.
Its been a weird day, ducky my 16 year old adopted baby brother pulled on my sideburns with a pair of pliers so I split his head open. Our other home stole from my tattoo artist so i busted his nose.
On my way home from kicking it with this sexy punker chick I work with some dipshit with a baseball bat mistook me for someone else over by my Buddy's crib. I saw the house they came out of and I intend to pay them a...
I was off work and my dad western unioned me a $20, so I bought a couple packs of cigs and a bottle of bourbon.
Its been a weird day, ducky my 16 year old adopted baby brother pulled on my sideburns with a pair of pliers so I split his head open. Our other home stole from my tattoo artist so i busted his nose.
On my way home from kicking it with this sexy punker chick I work with some dipshit with a baseball bat mistook me for someone else over by my Buddy's crib. I saw the house they came out of and I intend to pay them a...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Jun 2014 7:34am
4th Jun 2014 7:34am
let go
Wake up
Light a cigarette
Inhale deeply
Splash cold water
on your face
And look appraisingly
At your reflection
Hungover
Unshaven
You look like shit
Almost two months since she left
Almost a month since she lost your child
She still says she loves you
Misses you
She texts you everyday
But says
She doesn't have "time"
To come for a visit
And every day you wonder
Why you can't just
Let
Go
Light a cigarette
Inhale deeply
Splash cold water
on your face
And look appraisingly
At your reflection
Hungover
Unshaven
You look like shit
Almost two months since she left
Almost a month since she lost your child
She still says she loves you
Misses you
She texts you everyday
But says
She doesn't have "time"
To come for a visit
And every day you wonder
Why you can't just
Let
Go
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
30th May 2014 9:37am
30th May 2014 9:37am
A Work in Progress
When I came to goodland Kansas six months ago, after my now ex girlfriend Megan kicked me out of the one bedroom apartment we lived in in Natoma, I was a strung out, junky speed freak, depressed, lost, and lonely.
My mom, also an addict, had a room here at the motel 7, so I came here, figuring I'd crash in her room for a week or so, fill out some job applications, and if I didn't have any luck I figured either I'd check myself into rehab, or spend the winter in jail.
Then Tess and Troy, the motel manager and the maintenance man offered me a room and board job helping Troy with...
My mom, also an addict, had a room here at the motel 7, so I came here, figuring I'd crash in her room for a week or so, fill out some job applications, and if I didn't have any luck I figured either I'd check myself into rehab, or spend the winter in jail.
Then Tess and Troy, the motel manager and the maintenance man offered me a room and board job helping Troy with...
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