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.
Late Night Musings
Its almost three o clock in the morning. I'm on my second day without sleep, sitting on the edge of my bed smoking cheap menthol cigarettes, wondering, Where in the fuck did I put that goddam joint?
My girlfriend is outside, smoking a cigarette on the front porch. We're both coming down, but it's rougher on her. She gets inside her head and makes herself depressed, thinking of all the things she wishes she'd done differently. I try to calm her but, she's confrontational when she's coming down, so I back off and let her have her space.
My ma's in the living room asleep on the...
My girlfriend is outside, smoking a cigarette on the front porch. We're both coming down, but it's rougher on her. She gets inside her head and makes herself depressed, thinking of all the things she wishes she'd done differently. I try to calm her but, she's confrontational when she's coming down, so I back off and let her have her space.
My ma's in the living room asleep on the...
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Rebuilding The Life I Lost
After nearly a year of being a strung out homeless junkie, in and out of jail, I think things may mostly be starting to fall back into place for me. I may have a full time job, detailing cars at a used car lot by Friday and my buddy let me move into his apartment and crash on his floor till I get back on my feet. Plus the complex manager said she will most likely hire my girlfriend to clean the complex and get us moved into our own apartment.
Its been a long, lonely, and desperate journey back from the needles point, one I wasn't sure I'd survive. I've been kidnapped at gun point by...
Its been a long, lonely, and desperate journey back from the needles point, one I wasn't sure I'd survive. I've been kidnapped at gun point by...
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Born For Leavin
Dingy, possibly once white carpet,covered with cigarette burns and stains, half full Mcdonalds and Pizza Hut cups litter the table tops and the kitchen counter make up the decor of this apartment I find myself sitting in.
A guy I know, not a friend per say, named Layne lies on the dirty carpet playing on his phone, Courtney, his girlfriend is on the couch playing music on her Ipod, listening to a song until she becomes bored with it and finds another.
We're all jonesing for more dope. Layne got a thousand dollar check today, but my connect hasn't called me back yet. He told...
A guy I know, not a friend per say, named Layne lies on the dirty carpet playing on his phone, Courtney, his girlfriend is on the couch playing music on her Ipod, listening to a song until she becomes bored with it and finds another.
We're all jonesing for more dope. Layne got a thousand dollar check today, but my connect hasn't called me back yet. He told...
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face to face
Six long months since the last time i gazed upon.your perfect beauty and suddenly there i am at two o clock in the morning standing face to face with you, high as fuck, in total breathless sh
ock as he weight of our. encounter hits me.
It still takes my breath away to look at you, so modest that you cant see how perfectly the world moves around you.
While i was in Denver becoming a strung out junkie you were busy becoming a drunken disaster. youre with my judas, the brother who betrayed me but inside a week im picking up you and your two partners in crime after you got...
ock as he weight of our. encounter hits me.
It still takes my breath away to look at you, so modest that you cant see how perfectly the world moves around you.
While i was in Denver becoming a strung out junkie you were busy becoming a drunken disaster. youre with my judas, the brother who betrayed me but inside a week im picking up you and your two partners in crime after you got...
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Return
Finally I had enough, I knew I had to get away from Aurora one way or the other, before anything else went wrong. I was tired of the drama from my dysfunctional family and their unexplainable need to instigate and stir up shit, so I put my clothes in two book bags, grabbed my guitar and left.
I got lucky and within a few hours a lesbian trucker named Jen offered to take me since she was goin that way. It was an interesting ride, jen was a trip,_just cool as hell.
I returned to Kansas to find that much was still the same. My bro Ross, my old connect came down to see me last...
I got lucky and within a few hours a lesbian trucker named Jen offered to take me since she was goin that way. It was an interesting ride, jen was a trip,_just cool as hell.
I returned to Kansas to find that much was still the same. My bro Ross, my old connect came down to see me last...
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it just gets weirder
After six months of strung out hopeless exile in aurora i packed what little i owned in a black and white checkered dickies backpack and hit the road bound for kansas.
I walked to a flying j truck stop and posted up with a sign hoping that some trucker would offer me a.ride. i got my wish when a female trucker offered to take me as far as wakeeney less then thirt miles from my destination.
her name was liz and she was a lesbian. we hit it off like old friends, and she appreciated that i didnt try to "convert" her to the path of the penis and laughed when i told her that i...
I walked to a flying j truck stop and posted up with a sign hoping that some trucker would offer me a.ride. i got my wish when a female trucker offered to take me as far as wakeeney less then thirt miles from my destination.
her name was liz and she was a lesbian. we hit it off like old friends, and she appreciated that i didnt try to "convert" her to the path of the penis and laughed when i told her that i...
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SOmethings Once Altered
I sit in this basement, at this computer for what will likely be the last time. I'm supposed to be Kansas bound tonight. My old friend and connect is coming to get me after he finishes up some business.
It looks like things may somewhat go back to the way they were. I'm moving to a different town than the one I left so I'll have to find new customers, but that won't take long. Hopefully I've got a legit job set up, building fence on my old crew.
I'm trying to keep my mind off her, but since I'm going to live with my sister, her best friend it hasn't been easy not to think...
It looks like things may somewhat go back to the way they were. I'm moving to a different town than the one I left so I'll have to find new customers, but that won't take long. Hopefully I've got a legit job set up, building fence on my old crew.
I'm trying to keep my mind off her, but since I'm going to live with my sister, her best friend it hasn't been easy not to think...
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Vanity
I've written you a thousand love letters
a million poems, and countless other
useless variations of words
on paper
as if they mean something
as if they are more than just words
spoken in vain by a desperate man
as a last pathetic attempt to change your mind
a million poems, and countless other
useless variations of words
on paper
as if they mean something
as if they are more than just words
spoken in vain by a desperate man
as a last pathetic attempt to change your mind
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Meeting,contd
Ditch lights another filter less camel cigarette as he watches Terri and Aubrey pull out of his driveway and drive away down the narrow dirt road that the trailer sat on.
"she sure was pretty" he thought to himself "oh well, you probably aint her type anyhow dummy."
He thought about how she had been studying his tattoos, trying to read there meanings. She seemed to him smarter, somehow more aware than most women he had met. He wanted to text terri and ask about the girl but he knew that Aubrey was sitting right there next to her.
"Fuck...
"she sure was pretty" he thought to himself "oh well, you probably aint her type anyhow dummy."
He thought about how she had been studying his tattoos, trying to read there meanings. She seemed to him smarter, somehow more aware than most women he had met. He wanted to text terri and ask about the girl but he knew that Aubrey was sitting right there next to her.
"Fuck...
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The Hard Luck Kid
His breath is hard with whisky, his eyes bloodshot and hazy from its effects as he stumbles out of the bar. He lights a cigarette and fumbles drunkenly with the old Zippo a long lost lover gave him years ago.
He's tall, about 6'2 and mostly lean muscle, his cheekbones are high and his jaw angular. His hair is dirty blonde and shaggy past his collar. He wears a pair of faded levis and an old chain wallet. On his feet are a pair of scuffed and worn cowboy boots.
He looks older than his twenty seven years, his gunmetal gray eyes have seen much more than their share. He walks...
He's tall, about 6'2 and mostly lean muscle, his cheekbones are high and his jaw angular. His hair is dirty blonde and shaggy past his collar. He wears a pair of faded levis and an old chain wallet. On his feet are a pair of scuffed and worn cowboy boots.
He looks older than his twenty seven years, his gunmetal gray eyes have seen much more than their share. He walks...
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Envy The Innocent
The bad thing about being a junkie and a thief is that anytime something comes up missing, you catch the blame for it. Only thing is, sometimes it wasn't you, but you still end up with drug dealers looking for you anyhow.
Sound like your life? I hope not. It is my life though, stranger than fiction yea but its all true, every last fucking word of it. I'd love to be full of shit and just bullshitting you, but sadly I'm not.
As I sit here accused of stealing an ounce of crystal meth from a drug dealer called Fat Man LeFleur, my thirteen year old cousin, Becca runs around the...
Sound like your life? I hope not. It is my life though, stranger than fiction yea but its all true, every last fucking word of it. I'd love to be full of shit and just bullshitting you, but sadly I'm not.
As I sit here accused of stealing an ounce of crystal meth from a drug dealer called Fat Man LeFleur, my thirteen year old cousin, Becca runs around the...
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Cold to My Bones
Cold morning wind blows harsh against my skin
like forgotten promises of long ago yesterdays
the scars on my skin tell you where I've been
since the last time your smile landed on me
Girl I wish I was back home with you
too many nights I've laid awake alone
with your name carved into my bones
this outlaw life is sure getting old
Memories like razorblades have left me scarred
I'm still the guy I was, I guess I'll always be
my hairs a little longer and my jeans a bit more worn
but the fire you light inside me is still just as warm
...
like forgotten promises of long ago yesterdays
the scars on my skin tell you where I've been
since the last time your smile landed on me
Girl I wish I was back home with you
too many nights I've laid awake alone
with your name carved into my bones
this outlaw life is sure getting old
Memories like razorblades have left me scarred
I'm still the guy I was, I guess I'll always be
my hairs a little longer and my jeans a bit more worn
but the fire you light inside me is still just as warm
...
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