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.
To Real For Reality
It's been a while since I've gotten to post. It's been a crazy trip the past month or so. I'm on the streets, or should I say in my uncle pork's truck. I'm at my cousins while he's at work using his computer to type this, before I leave i'll ransack the basement and garage and try and find some shit I can sell.
I haven't been shooting much dope lately, I've had no money and what little I have had has had to go towards food and smokes. If I can get enough bread together i'm gonna try and get a motel room for a night. I haven't had a shower in almost two weeks, at least not a hot one....
I haven't been shooting much dope lately, I've had no money and what little I have had has had to go towards food and smokes. If I can get enough bread together i'm gonna try and get a motel room for a night. I haven't had a shower in almost two weeks, at least not a hot one....
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Prison Bound
Sitting here in Fattys parents basement I feel as if I've reached a new low. My family now knows I shoot dope, my cousin looked at me with disgust and said "Have fun stickin shit in your arm,I'll write you in the joint."
I'm on the verge of being homeless and I almost stabbed my mother today because she called me a lazy worthless piece of shit. My belongings are in two back packs at my homeboy Karmas moms house, where I've mainly been staying.
I don't think about Riah as much,mainly because I'm more concerned with survival these days. I wonder what she's doing, and...
I'm on the verge of being homeless and I almost stabbed my mother today because she called me a lazy worthless piece of shit. My belongings are in two back packs at my homeboy Karmas moms house, where I've mainly been staying.
I don't think about Riah as much,mainly because I'm more concerned with survival these days. I wonder what she's doing, and...
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Karmic Law
Karma is a guy about my age; twenty two, He has long dirty blonde hair with shaved sides and a scraggly beard. He sells meth and has no home, like me he is a perpetual wanderer with a broken heart and a hear full of memories of better days.
He fronted me a sack of dope the first time I met him, "i'm paying to see your integrity as a man," he said to me , handing over a thirty cent bag of meth. I thought that he must either be stupid or that he was of a like mind as myself.
Neither of us are truly homeless; he has his mom
s and I have my grandmas but neither...
He fronted me a sack of dope the first time I met him, "i'm paying to see your integrity as a man," he said to me , handing over a thirty cent bag of meth. I thought that he must either be stupid or that he was of a like mind as myself.
Neither of us are truly homeless; he has his mom
s and I have my grandmas but neither...
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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