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
22nd Apr 2013 10:19am
22nd Apr 2013 10:19am
Meeting
A young man, wearing only a pair of cowboy cut Wranglers, ripped out at both knees, sits on the front porch of a weather beaten old trailer house at the end of a dirt road. He's smoking a filter-less Camel cigarette and playing "bobby McGee" on a worn out old fender acoustic guitar when a red Chevy blazer pulls into the Nascar track like gravel driveway.
Two young women get out. One he knows, Terri, his old bosses daughter, the smaller prettier girl riding shotgun he hasn't met, she looks famililar in the way that everyone in a small town does.
"What's up...
Two young women get out. One he knows, Terri, his old bosses daughter, the smaller prettier girl riding shotgun he hasn't met, she looks famililar in the way that everyone in a small town does.
"What's up...
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Apr 2013 8:05pm
21st Apr 2013 8:05pm
Ghost of Smiles Upon Dead Lips
The first kiss of your lover,
left you breathless,
gasping for air,
starry eyed, reeling
Like you had seen the very face of GOD,
Take nothing sacred like that for granted
such precious seconds of bliss are rare
What brings a smile
to your lips
must be holy in a world
so contaminated with pain
This world is made of knives that cut
that leave you bloodstained and scarred
beware the razorblades hidden in her smile
left you breathless,
gasping for air,
starry eyed, reeling
Like you had seen the very face of GOD,
Take nothing sacred like that for granted
such precious seconds of bliss are rare
What brings a smile
to your lips
must be holy in a world
so contaminated with pain
This world is made of knives that cut
that leave you bloodstained and scarred
beware the razorblades hidden in her smile
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
21st Apr 2013 6:48pm
21st Apr 2013 6:48pm
Looking at That Horizon
My vices are the only things I have left, and with no job and no money even they are drifting beyond my reach. I feel like something's got to give soon or I'm going to fucking snap. More and more often it seems like maybe I just need to hit the road, like that's what I'm supposed to do.
Maybe I should just pack my bag and start walking in whichever direction my feet decide to move first. I've got really nothing left to lose except my life, if you could choose to call it that.
I mean really, I'm stealing my food and doing returns at Wal-Mart to buy my cigarettes as it is....
Maybe I should just pack my bag and start walking in whichever direction my feet decide to move first. I've got really nothing left to lose except my life, if you could choose to call it that.
I mean really, I'm stealing my food and doing returns at Wal-Mart to buy my cigarettes as it is....
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DRUGS POEM
Published
20th Apr 2013 6:08pm
20th Apr 2013 6:08pm
420
Hank Williams III sings to me from my laptop about growing up quick and hard, traveling the country with empty pockets and worn out boots, half killing himself with substances used to hide from loves ghost.
The music suits the gray sky Saturday as I sit here wiggling a loose canine. The early morning jones has already began and I can't afford cigarettes, let alone meth. I haven't had a blast in what feels like forever, though its probably only been about a week.
A rotten tooth in the back seems to be have caused an infection under my canine which likely lead to both the...
The music suits the gray sky Saturday as I sit here wiggling a loose canine. The early morning jones has already began and I can't afford cigarettes, let alone meth. I haven't had a blast in what feels like forever, though its probably only been about a week.
A rotten tooth in the back seems to be have caused an infection under my canine which likely lead to both the...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
19th Apr 2013 00:52am
19th Apr 2013 00:52am
How The Mighty Have Fallen
What I wouldn't give for even twenty fucking dollars, just enough cash for one good shot of dope. I could go boost some shit. A Dewalt drill would pawn for at least forty bucks, but with a court date for shoplifting fast approaching I'm gun-shy.
No it looks as if I'll just have to jones hopelessly, praying for some cash to magically appear in my empty wallet. It's all I can do to keep myself in cigarettes.
Long gone are the days when I had a quarter ounce of dope and a quarter pound of weed in my desk drawer next to a stack of twenty dollar bills as thick as a bible. These days its...
No it looks as if I'll just have to jones hopelessly, praying for some cash to magically appear in my empty wallet. It's all I can do to keep myself in cigarettes.
Long gone are the days when I had a quarter ounce of dope and a quarter pound of weed in my desk drawer next to a stack of twenty dollar bills as thick as a bible. These days its...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
15th Apr 2013 4:35pm
15th Apr 2013 4:35pm
Suicidal Slam and That Redheaded Chick
Its nine am, my breath tastes like stale cigarettes and probably smells worse. My eyes are bloodshot and dilated, I smell like last nights sweat and there's blood (mine or someone else's) on my pant leg from slamming in the pit last night at Suicidal Tendencies.
I met Roger Miret from Agnostic Front, he was next to me in the crowd during his brothers band Madballs set. Fuckin crazy as hell man, cool dude, mellow surprisingly.
I need to start the days activities, probably mainly theft, theres not much else on my itinerary for the day. I don't steal, I don't eat, or smoke,...
I met Roger Miret from Agnostic Front, he was next to me in the crowd during his brothers band Madballs set. Fuckin crazy as hell man, cool dude, mellow surprisingly.
I need to start the days activities, probably mainly theft, theres not much else on my itinerary for the day. I don't steal, I don't eat, or smoke,...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
9th Apr 2013 11:53pm
9th Apr 2013 11:53pm
Death of Beauty
sunlight warm on naked flesh
pale blue sky, clouds, wispy
caressed by the breeze
like lovers hands, memories
of childhood days,
swimming naked in the river
innocent, almost sacred in its purity
sunlight slowly dies, the soft orange glow
fades into black night like smoke rising
air cools, the water that soothed now bites
and I know with the certainty of a man condemned
the dying rays of soft orange sun I watched disappear
were the last the world shall know
starlight sparkles against endless black horizons
but gradually the...
pale blue sky, clouds, wispy
caressed by the breeze
like lovers hands, memories
of childhood days,
swimming naked in the river
innocent, almost sacred in its purity
sunlight slowly dies, the soft orange glow
fades into black night like smoke rising
air cools, the water that soothed now bites
and I know with the certainty of a man condemned
the dying rays of soft orange sun I watched disappear
were the last the world shall know
starlight sparkles against endless black horizons
but gradually the...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
9th Apr 2013 6:29am
9th Apr 2013 6:29am
Closer than Blood
Jackson is my brother, whether by blood or not. I've known him so long I literally don't remember the first time I met him and my other (little) brother Jamey who's barely ten days younger than me. Jackson was still shitting in his diaper and Jamey and I hadn't even started kindergarten yet though. Hell I don't think Jackson could even really talk yet.
Jamey and I kind of went off in opposite directions,It's been almost a decade since we saw each other face to face. When I got out of the state youth authority when I was fourteen he avoided me like I had the plague. We've been back...
Jamey and I kind of went off in opposite directions,It's been almost a decade since we saw each other face to face. When I got out of the state youth authority when I was fourteen he avoided me like I had the plague. We've been back...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2013 11:23am
8th Apr 2013 11:23am
Least Likely to Succeed
Laying here in the dark, smoking cigarettes and wondering why I'm still awake, I find my mind drifting back to old girlfriends, and guys I kicked it with in high school. Its like watching someone elses memories almost.
I see the bright eyed 19 year old with the smiling brunette on his lap, and I hardly remember who he was. He bares little resemblance to the shaggy haired, bearded junkie with bloodshot eyes I see staring back at me in the mirrors reflection.
I look at the people I used to hang out with, and their lives, and it's like they all got the memo telling them...
I see the bright eyed 19 year old with the smiling brunette on his lap, and I hardly remember who he was. He bares little resemblance to the shaggy haired, bearded junkie with bloodshot eyes I see staring back at me in the mirrors reflection.
I look at the people I used to hang out with, and their lives, and it's like they all got the memo telling them...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 12:29pm
7th Apr 2013 12:29pm
Five Am Love Letter,
And the first time I saw you
still burns in my memory,
even now.
When I felt your skin for the first time
I realized that you were beautiful,
perfect even.
Before my lips had ever touched yours,
when your soul was still something I’d yet to taste,
I knew I would love you.
we passed joints, back and forth between us
and you lay in my arms,
...
still burns in my memory,
even now.
When I felt your skin for the first time
I realized that you were beautiful,
perfect even.
Before my lips had ever touched yours,
when your soul was still something I’d yet to taste,
I knew I would love you.
we passed joints, back and forth between us
and you lay in my arms,
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Apr 2013 6:24am
7th Apr 2013 6:24am
Times Are Hard
From my stereo Mike Ness sings "well I sit, and I pray in my broken down chevorlet..." while I dig around with a needle trying to find a vein.
"You can run all your life and not go anywhere"
Yea you got that right Mike I think aloud as I light a smoke. I'm in the vein and send the load home.
A half a second of almost euphoria is my reward. Maybe my curse.
"I aint got no money, been drinkin since half past noon now I stumble back to this dingy hotel room"I blow smoke out and sigh a bit, more from pathos than anything else.
"You can run all your life and not go anywhere"
Yea you got that right Mike I think aloud as I light a smoke. I'm in the vein and send the load home.
A half a second of almost euphoria is my reward. Maybe my curse.
"I aint got no money, been drinkin since half past noon now I stumble back to this dingy hotel room"I blow smoke out and sigh a bit, more from pathos than anything else.
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NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
7th Apr 2013 4:15am
7th Apr 2013 4:15am
Gone But Not Forgotten
When I was sixteen I started hanging out with a motorcycle club my cousin was prospecting for, and I wanted to wear that cut more than I'd ever wanted anything in life. The first time I went to "church" at the clubhouse one of the members offered to pay me if I'd beat up the guy who was tryin to get with his daughter.
I loved to fight and wanted to show how tough I was so I agreed instantly.
My cousin went to prison for stabbing a guy right after I turned seventeen and the club sort of looked after me and in maybe a month I was initiated as a prospect, the first...
I loved to fight and wanted to show how tough I was so I agreed instantly.
My cousin went to prison for stabbing a guy right after I turned seventeen and the club sort of looked after me and in maybe a month I was initiated as a prospect, the first...
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