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
25th Mar 2013 5:55pm
25th Mar 2013 5:55pm
Dope Day
Ma's disability check finally came in todsy. Thank god or whoevers listenin, the well was gettin pretty dry here.
Dammit man we were white knuckling it, hell I walked up to Walmart and stole a suitcase full of grocerys and shit to return last night so we could eat and smoke.
The arrival of her check means we'll be getting some dope today for sure, I'll be high as fuck and I wont even have to sell my guitar.
It means we may yet scrape thru another month, a month in which i'll hopefully find another job.
For now though, my mouth waters in anticipation of...
Dammit man we were white knuckling it, hell I walked up to Walmart and stole a suitcase full of grocerys and shit to return last night so we could eat and smoke.
The arrival of her check means we'll be getting some dope today for sure, I'll be high as fuck and I wont even have to sell my guitar.
It means we may yet scrape thru another month, a month in which i'll hopefully find another job.
For now though, my mouth waters in anticipation of...
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SONG LYRICS
Published
25th Mar 2013 2:56pm
25th Mar 2013 2:56pm
Song For An Evil Bitch
You wrecked my self esteem
left me feelin dirty and unclean
you looked me in the eyes
and told such such pretty lies
with a smile on your face you
watched me choking on there taste
strike another match
and light a cigarette
dont think about my past
or all of my regrets
theres nothin left to do
but burn it all to ash
all these dreams of loaded guns
mean Im about to come undone
I havent slept for days
wide awake I pace my cage
an as another page is turned
another lesson's learned
strike...
left me feelin dirty and unclean
you looked me in the eyes
and told such such pretty lies
with a smile on your face you
watched me choking on there taste
strike another match
and light a cigarette
dont think about my past
or all of my regrets
theres nothin left to do
but burn it all to ash
all these dreams of loaded guns
mean Im about to come undone
I havent slept for days
wide awake I pace my cage
an as another page is turned
another lesson's learned
strike...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
24th Mar 2013 10:03pm
24th Mar 2013 10:03pm
Sunday Morning...
"Fuck." I say the word as a declaration to the sheet which serves as my wall. I'm sitting on my mattress, back against the wall, smoking a cigarette, wishing I had something to shoot up. Ma's got these pills that breakdown pretty good, there downers though.
Its Sunday so I cant even go to the pawnshop to sell anything for dope money, its snowing out, which makes retail theft on foot difficult, So I sit here smoking cigarettes and the last of my weed, cussing at the walls around me.
Tomorrow I'll steal my cousins paint gun and hawk it at the pawn shop, hopefully I...
Its Sunday so I cant even go to the pawnshop to sell anything for dope money, its snowing out, which makes retail theft on foot difficult, So I sit here smoking cigarettes and the last of my weed, cussing at the walls around me.
Tomorrow I'll steal my cousins paint gun and hawk it at the pawn shop, hopefully I...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 5:41am
23rd Mar 2013 5:41am
Epiphany in The Ghetto
I"m sitting at a bus stop at Colfax and Peoria. I'm the only white person I see save for the cop turning off Peoria onto Colfax. Its always the same scene here, crackheads, hustlers, bums and winos, loud and noisy.
Its here that I realize, Its not the fear that I wont get over her that makes the pain so intense, but the certainty that I will, and that none of it really meant anything afterall.
I'll get over her and one day a smile or casual conversation will lead to more and we'll fall in "love" and talk of forever, until that inevitable moment when on of us...
Its here that I realize, Its not the fear that I wont get over her that makes the pain so intense, but the certainty that I will, and that none of it really meant anything afterall.
I'll get over her and one day a smile or casual conversation will lead to more and we'll fall in "love" and talk of forever, until that inevitable moment when on of us...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2013 10:57pm
22nd Mar 2013 10:57pm
Goddam Lonesome Blues
Walking down Sable with an old pawnshop special acoustic guitar, Chain smoking Marloro reds and thinking about things better left in the past.
I feel so low I almost want to just lay down here on the corner of Montview and Sable and just stay here, its been a week since I shot any thing into my veins and for the first time in god only knows how long I can wear a t shirt because my track marks arent red and enflamed.
I swig occasionally from a big bottle of guieness, knowing that bas an alcoholic im walking a fine line.
The fine line between Drunk and Junkie that...
I feel so low I almost want to just lay down here on the corner of Montview and Sable and just stay here, its been a week since I shot any thing into my veins and for the first time in god only knows how long I can wear a t shirt because my track marks arent red and enflamed.
I swig occasionally from a big bottle of guieness, knowing that bas an alcoholic im walking a fine line.
The fine line between Drunk and Junkie that...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
22nd Mar 2013 7:17am
22nd Mar 2013 7:17am
Boot Work
Boot work.
Its always been my specialty. I've got a knack for it, hurting people, even those I've never met aint ever botherede me the way it does some people.
Its what I did as a teenage thug in a motorcycle club. Somehow dirty work always seems to find me, even when I aint looking for it.
I'm not a sadist, I dont particularly enjoy it, but I can shut it out of my mind easier than most. Its just a job to me, like taking out the trash or washing dishes at Dennys.
I was sixteen when I went out on my first "job" collecting a debt from a man who...
Its always been my specialty. I've got a knack for it, hurting people, even those I've never met aint ever botherede me the way it does some people.
Its what I did as a teenage thug in a motorcycle club. Somehow dirty work always seems to find me, even when I aint looking for it.
I'm not a sadist, I dont particularly enjoy it, but I can shut it out of my mind easier than most. Its just a job to me, like taking out the trash or washing dishes at Dennys.
I was sixteen when I went out on my first "job" collecting a debt from a man who...
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
17th Mar 2013 5:33pm
17th Mar 2013 5:33pm
"Crazy"
I woke up with my back hurting from the fight I got in last night and scavenged thru the ashtray beside my bed. I light the biggest butt and inhale the smoke. I pop a handful of vicodin and wash it down with whats left of the beer I fell asleep drinking and look at the clock.
Its six am and I cant find my phone. I'm out of smokes and flat broke, "Fuck" I say out loud. This is gonna be a hell of a day. I limp upstairs to the kitchen and open the refridgerator, I grab a carton of milk ad take a long swig.
I stagger back downstairs and plop down on the couch. I turn...
Its six am and I cant find my phone. I'm out of smokes and flat broke, "Fuck" I say out loud. This is gonna be a hell of a day. I limp upstairs to the kitchen and open the refridgerator, I grab a carton of milk ad take a long swig.
I stagger back downstairs and plop down on the couch. I turn...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 7:26am
16th Mar 2013 7:26am
Loser
I guess if I'm honest, I am what your mom warned you I am, white trash straight out of the trailer park, so ghetto that even in a three bedroom house with a finished basement my room is nothing but a corner of the laundry room with sheets stapled to the ceiling and wall blocking it off from the rest of the room.
She was pissed after she found out I was the guy you'd been seeing those past few weeks, she disgustedly said to you "You're fucking the trash man!!!"
She wouldnt even accept help from me and Gio when the two of you were moving heavy patio furniture and...
She was pissed after she found out I was the guy you'd been seeing those past few weeks, she disgustedly said to you "You're fucking the trash man!!!"
She wouldnt even accept help from me and Gio when the two of you were moving heavy patio furniture and...
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Mar 2013 5:36am
16th Mar 2013 5:36am
Rotting in Aurora
I light a Marlboro 72, and contemplate the slow suicide I call a life. I'm a booster, a pro thief. I make a living stealing either shit i can sell, or return for a store credit card that I can sell.
I slam dope, 1.7 grams a day when possible. I smoke cigarettes like crazy, I always have one clamped between my teeth. I exist mostly on mountain dew and stolen snickers bars.
I live each day as it comes to me. I used to plan everything, budget everything, and all it did for me was wear me out and piss me off. Life is so much simpler now, I just dont worry about things.
...
I slam dope, 1.7 grams a day when possible. I smoke cigarettes like crazy, I always have one clamped between my teeth. I exist mostly on mountain dew and stolen snickers bars.
I live each day as it comes to me. I used to plan everything, budget everything, and all it did for me was wear me out and piss me off. Life is so much simpler now, I just dont worry about things.
...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 6:54am
15th Mar 2013 6:54am
Dead Flowers
long dead roses wilted,
sitting on a shelf
in a soda can vase
neglected, and forgotten
in a room with closed curtains
starving for sunlight
the night sky is starless
black, and empty
dead like everything beautiful
when a 40 cc shot of meth hits
the rose blooms, the curtains open
sunlight shines like perfection
the stars again fill the sky
and for a second i feel like i did
when her kiss stole my breath
sitting on a shelf
in a soda can vase
neglected, and forgotten
in a room with closed curtains
starving for sunlight
the night sky is starless
black, and empty
dead like everything beautiful
when a 40 cc shot of meth hits
the rose blooms, the curtains open
sunlight shines like perfection
the stars again fill the sky
and for a second i feel like i did
when her kiss stole my breath
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DRUGS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 4:33am
15th Mar 2013 4:33am
You Thievin Piece of Sh..
My entire family is on meth. Me, my cousin, my mom, my uncle, all of us were just a bunch of dysfuntional, gacked out tweakers.
Ma goes to score some shit, and makes it sound as if shes getting it reluctantly, for me.
"I wish you'd just go get a fucking job, you're just a thieving piece of shit" She snarled at me last night, adding "And you act like you were supportin me in Ks, thats bullshit."
My blood pressure skyrockets,
"I fucking was, up until the rig twisted off, $250 or more every monday morning in your hand before anything...
Ma goes to score some shit, and makes it sound as if shes getting it reluctantly, for me.
"I wish you'd just go get a fucking job, you're just a thieving piece of shit" She snarled at me last night, adding "And you act like you were supportin me in Ks, thats bullshit."
My blood pressure skyrockets,
"I fucking was, up until the rig twisted off, $250 or more every monday morning in your hand before anything...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Mar 2013 10:03pm
14th Mar 2013 10:03pm
Singing the Blues and Shooting Dope
Warren Zevon sings to me thru my stereo, "Carmelita, hold me tighter cuz i think im sinkin down and im all stung out on heroin on the outskirts of town"
I pull back the syringes plunger, filling it to the 25 cc mark, I scoop about forty cents worth of dope out of a small zippered baggie into a spoon and squrt it with the water from the syringe, I put the orange cap back on the rig and use it to crush the crstals until there are no more particles floating in the water.
I lick the end of the rig, tasting the meth. Its strong, so I place a cotton in the spoon and draw...
I pull back the syringes plunger, filling it to the 25 cc mark, I scoop about forty cents worth of dope out of a small zippered baggie into a spoon and squrt it with the water from the syringe, I put the orange cap back on the rig and use it to crush the crstals until there are no more particles floating in the water.
I lick the end of the rig, tasting the meth. Its strong, so I place a cotton in the spoon and draw...
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