Best Meth Poems

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...

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LSD, Ecstasy, Vicodin, Meth; I've done none of these -

not even weed!  My dealer is a muse who pushes poetry.

I get high on rhyme,...

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Maid of the Myst

I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue

He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning...

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a death sentence (meth),

so many forms of it i know 
yet same effect when it takes hold,
robbing young soul's blind
taking away their chance of life,

one...

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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...

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I am called by many names
Surely you have heard my claim to fame

Crank, ice, crystal and meth
But you can just call me death

For I will...

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Light me up like a cigarette  
You bring up memories I can't forget
I loved you, gave you everything I could
And in the end, you...

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He disappears again. Can't say that I'm surprised
I know he thinks when he comes home, that hell be chastised
But I won't say a word cause...

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Weed is my name
Causing depression is my game
I can turn a super model into a whore
A millionaire poor
A classy lady trash
Now smoke me till I'm...

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Sliding 
         down  
            ...

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When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for...

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The slap of sneakers on concrete,
Fill my ears with hollow sound;
Like my heart it has a beat,
Steady thumps against the ground.
My eyes are wide, to...

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So you think you are a different class
I think you're talking right out of your ass.
The only rocking you do is like Cassius Clay
And I...

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Born-torn, scorned and scarred.
Baby's thrown like a bone, choked and charred.
Raised by a mother shackled to Meth,
Dismissed by a father, deserted and left.

Itching for a...

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A psychologist is a person who decided to spend a lot of money,
To recieve a piece of paper that says they know everything about me.

Sure...

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