Best Meth Poems
I've been trying to fill this hole deep inside my chest.
I promised I plead but you still left like all the rest.
So here I sit once again I’m all alone.
You won't even send a text to my phone.
This is where I fail to stay strong.
This life of mine starts to go wrong.
I took my lighter and fired up the brass.
I applied heat to get the bubble in the glass.
I heat the rock and watch it melt down.
I'm all smiles in the happiness that Ive found.
Before I knew it im drawing from out of the spoon.
One, two, blastoff soon ill be higher then the moon.
You get that little burn in the back of your throat.
Hang on cowboy cause you just hit some bomb dope.
Then comes the ringing in your ears.
Just sit back and all your worries and fears simply disappear.
Don't worry about the lights fading in and out.
That's the dope coursing through your veins ya your high no doubt.
The color will leave your eyes.
Your body engulfed in the warmth of a million butterflies.
But now the demon has got you like a needle to thread.
Welcome to the struggle cause you got to keep the demon fed.
Now we've been up for nights and days.
Given up hope we succumb to her ways.
When she leaves you she leaves you feeling dead.
You can't silence the voices screaming inside your head.
Now you just look for the next high.
Cause without that demon you wanna die.
People will wonder where have you been.
It's no secret with those track marks up and down your skin.
Now you will know new lows.
It's a sad story but thats just how it goes.
Now your alone and feel so close to death.
Just remember who did this her name is crystal meth.
Now if you could relive that day.
When your pal held out that needle tell what would you have to say.
As I sit here and silently wait, I can only think this isn't love, it must be hate.
I've been lost in your tantalizing charms,
and all I want to do is feel you in my arm.
When I close my eyes, nightmares only terrorize.
I wake in cold sweats, violent shakes, and with a heart that only knows how to break.
Best of friends we used to be, back when I was young, happy, and free.
Now it seems you only enjoy to hunt, taunt, and terrorize me.
I longed for you every moment,
I begged for you on bended knee.
I crave for you all the time.
God, please give me the strength to break free.
I'm sure there was a time before you and me.
Those days have been wiped from my memory.
I've heard people say there's no way to break free, that you'll eventually be the death of me.
I put my foot down here and now.
You will not hold my hand down into the ground.
You will not be the spade they use to dig my hole, or the dirt they cover me with when I'm done and cold.
I will live longer than just 33.
Meth, you will not be the death of me.
Meth addiction, a dangerous affliction,
It can ruin lives with its painful friction,
A powerful drug that can take control,
Leaving you with an empty soul.
The first high can feel like pure bliss,
But soon you'll be trapped in a deadly abyss,
Your health, your sanity, and your life,
All sacrificed to this vicious strife.
Your teeth will rot, your skin will age,
Your mind will twist with each passing stage,
Meth addiction, a dark and deadly game,
One that only leads to pain and shame.
So if you're tempted by its fleeting high,
Remember the cost before you try,
Meth addiction is a path to destruction,
One that no one should face without instruction.
You may know who I am, but not
what I can do.
So let me extend some knowledge to
you.
I see you're new to the game.
It's a game I know very well.
You won't even remember.
The day that you fell.
I'll let you go places deep inside your
mind.
Then I'll twist your perception
of the things you might find.
I'll take you to places so dark that only
shadows can dwell.
I'll let you stand on the threshold of the doorway to
hell.
Then with all of your sexual senses
heightened.
I'll let you do things of which before you were frightened.
You'll bare the scars on your soul ,
that I leave my mark.
On those who survive their time with
me in the dark.
From your life and your loves , you
will be forsaken.
For I am the DEVIL please don't be
misTaken.
JD Berryhill 2012
this poem is about my addiction to drugs and although now clean, still struggle with temptation, this drug is evil and destructive and I hope this touches all who may be struggling to free themselves from its grasp
WHISPERS OF METH
Ive relapsed more than once, this evil is enticing
I still pay for my mistakes
I will warn you, he will destroy you, your life it will take
his name is meth, some call him ice or shard
he changed my life and it has never been so hard
he swept me off my feet at first sight
we danced and and laughed all through the night
but then the smiles started fading
and he whispered in my ear
words that tormented my mind
but were very, very clear
he said "you are mine forever, my lies you believed
and I will never love you, like you love me
youll die on my command
your life now in the palm of my hand
and till then youll live in my domain
you are my prisoner, another victim, my gift is your pain
now I have you in my control
youll beg and plead for me to let you go
but youll still chase, if you try escape me
ill give you a month or two, maybe three
try if you can to run and hide
but it wont take you long to miss me my bride
yes, we are married we are one - im all you've got
their all gone - your friends and family, I took the lot
I even took your children, your dignity and home
so if you divorce me remember youll be all alone
youll come back, they always do
im married to more people than you know - its not just you
time is fading, your days are numbered
ill watch you breathe your last breath and laugh where you slumbered
Bertyrayed by a friend
Almost showed me the end
Her name is crystal meth
She put me close to death
She asked me one day
If I would like to come out to play
She made me think i was in love
One kiss and i was flying like a dove
She seperated me from family and friends
Had my life close to the end
Opened up my eyes that she was going to stay
I just wanted her to go away
I seen my friendship had to end
I finally said good bye my friend
I don't wanna see any more death
Good bye my old friend Ms crystal meth
ironically the fad
will kill
what you long for
The cause of his death
Because he chose to do meth
He started out with a line
But it was no longer fine
He started to smoke in a glass bowl
He knows hes loosing his soul
Feeling not one emotion
With the impulse of another notion
He desires to put it on a spoon
Cooking it not to quick but not to soon
He places it into the needle sticks it in him arm
Starting to cause major bodily harm
Instantly hes enjoying his high
But doesnt even get to say goodbye
Death decides its his time to go
Just a thought...
But maybe he should have said
no??
Dear Meth, this is my letter to you and to inform the world, how I thought you were my boy, I thought that I was your girl I trusted you, your face I would seek you had me up for day's sometimes for weeks.
I thought I could lean on you if my life depend but as we can see all things must come to an end, I'm glad to say that we have fallen apart but I wish I never know you from the start.
Just that one hit smoke filled my lung's oh boy, then I was sprung, crystal, crank or speed you were like my medicine you was all I need, as the urge grew the more money I blew all of my dreams were gone now because I listening to you.
It's a shame how you contribute to my pain, you unleashed the wild beast in me that could not be tamed, I could no longer see who was the real me, I just could not believe it, you stole my identity, I remember you did me so cold and now I'm starting to look kind of old.
My future is ruin look at my face, my teeth are rotting full of decay, I'm hungry and body is aching, there is no telling how much now I'm weighing. You have the name of a girl but your strength is ten men put together, yeah you were large and in charge I thought it would last forever, but my God is even better!
You played with my mind the whole entire time, so here's to our relationship, boy was I so wrong, I’m cutting all ties; I'm saying goodbye so long.
P.S So many things you put me through I'm glad that I found out the real you.
? Written by Precious Barnes
Try her once try her twice
you'll be hooked don't be surprised
She's got you now to have and to hold
till death do you part
she won't let go
She gave you that rush
you wanted so much
In return she gave you not much
Snort her
smoke her
shoot her up it's all the same
she makes you insane
She's playing our family like a game
for destruction is the name of her game
Love is lost she won the toss
She took your heart and soul
tossed it in your bowl
She gives you days of sleepness night
hearing voices in the night
Dealing drugs
meeting seekers
Now your the true tweaker
She's got me pleading and grieving
for you to give up needing
Inside i'm crying
for fear of you dying
I dreamed last night all the hair was missing from the back of your head.
You were back combing but I could see.
longs strands could not hide the damage
it was too extensive
I could see shorter hairs
I could see your scalp
then I knew:
he was pulling your hair out in a rage
I could clearly see him holding you and ripping at the back of your head
a clear black vision
no mother should see
"my hair is fine" you texted back
Serenity’s Meth
Flick the lighter
Flame nears the bottom
Heat slowly melts crystals together
Turning crystals into liquid
Lips pressed against the glass
Inhale what you changed
Exhale on top of the world
Fell the rush as the world is absorbed
Anticipation grows as the lighter passes
Flick of the lighter
Flame nears the bottom
Addiction grows in the dark
Self control begins to cease
Mind body and life
Time has no concept
Slowly things that mattered are no more
Flick of the lighter
Dissipating the beginning
Eagerness to inhale and exhale
Vision becomes cloudy
Rounds pass by
It’s empty
Mind body and life return
WHO AM I?
WHAT HAVE I BECOME?
EMPTY LIKE YOUR GLASS!!
Written by an amazing woman in an uncertain time
You’re his nightmare that he dreams when awake,
His nightmare that lives in his mind,
You’re his destructive thought, killing all that he is,
The most lethal poisonous kind,
And you refuse to leave, burrowing through his head,
Slowly devouring his all,
You’re in his thoughts, in a room of hurt, every day,
Creating a complete downfall.
You’re his nightmare, still, he loves you so much,
He loves you on the road to his death,
You’re his small spoon of absolute pain and want,
You’re his little cap of pure dead meth.
Oh the pain is raidiating again
need to snort,need to smoke
my brain is about to break.
Oh how I need you Meth,
Yet I hate you so much.
You take all my money,
you take my sanity to.
You ruin me with all you do.
You already took my family,
you already made me sick.
you already took my bones,
and soon my death you will make.
Meth you have ruined me,
I hate what you have made me.
A liar, a cheat, and a beggar
you create.
Cause oh how I have to have you,
oh the ache you create.
I can not ignore you,
no matter what I regret.
because at the end of the day,
you always win.
Here I am on my knees again.
Death would be kinder,
at times I do think
than to live in the stink
that you think is my life.
Someone please save me,
from myself,and deliver me
from this life that Meth did create.
When we retired we were so inspired:
To live free and rest from our labors.
This mobile home park has lived up to the mark,
But oh, goodness gracious, the neighbors.
Jay the old peeper can snoop through the creeper
And tell if the ladies are bathing.
At times he's been caught and the women have taught
him new curse words in language quite scathing.
Denny got back from the hoosegow and that
is the end of his meth lab's production.
He'll have to report to the man from the court
with his pee to avoid re-induction.
Jen basks in the sun and we all see her bum
Though we tell her it's not necessary.
In England alone she's seventeen stone
And her armpits are ever so hairy.
A lady name Myrtle we call snapping turtle
(You never know when she'll attack you)
keeps her trailer quite clean but she's viciously mean
And if talked to she'll snap right back at you.
There are neighbors with tone, who have made themselves known
And we're so glad to know they reside here,
But an odd PhD and a master's degree
Can't compete with the felons that bide here.