Best Methamphetamine Poems
Tesslynn O’Cull was only 3-years-old,
when they found her body in a grave near Sweet Home.
It was the worst case of child abuse they’d ever seen
thanks to Jesse Compton and methamphetamine.
This beautiful child was tortured to death,
and I vowed that until my very last breath,
I would tell her story so we’d never forget,
for society owes her at least this debt.
Others saw the abuse, yet they did not tell,
and this child’s life was a living hell.
She was shocked, raped and beaten and no one cared,
as her mother watched, Tesslynn sat and stared.
Tesslynn dared not scream or she’d have to pay
when Jesse threw knives and punches her way.
People came and went, but refused to step in,
so high on drugs that it didn’t matter to them.
Stella Kizer and Jesse Compton must pay their dues,
still the story of Tesslynn is now old news,
and though some may forget, I will keep my vow
to keep her memory alive somehow.
There’s a picture of Tesslynn on my office wall,
and at night in my dreams I can hear her call.
As she reaches out from beyond the grave,
I weep for the child that we could not save,
I weep for the child that we could not save…
Categories:
methamphetamine, abuse, child abuse, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
As in crystal methamphetamine, the mind becomes cold.
Anxiety, paranoia, and schizophrenia
Creep in, like snakes and deathstalker scorpions, uncontrolled
Are bones, veins, flesh, and blood affected by asthenia?
The body begs for calm composure; the moody mind mulls.
Midst fires of optimism, the ice of pessimism melts.
Restlessness and rebelliousness resemble spineless skulls
Vandalism of vindictiveness vitiates vague vents
The feeling of freedom to fly and fervently flutter
Fill and flow flawlessly, like fine floral fluorescence.
Mild melodies of memories musically mutter
Constant conscious conscience has come to be the quintessence.
When the ice of hateful, heinous, hideous hurdles heaps
May passions of compassion flare from the depths of the deeps!
Categories:
methamphetamine, humanity, life, nature,
Form:
Sonnet
Ecstasy:
*an overpowering emotion or exaltation; a state of sudden, intense feeling.
* slang 3,4-methylenedioxy-methamphetamine; MDMA: a powerful drug that acts as a stimulant and can produce hallucinations
Some time after midnight, a change in the noise
The bitter white pill cleaves the men from the boys
Only the most hardcore of party heads gather
So hungry to fly without sprouting a feather
My clammy hand trembles then moves to my lips
I swallow it down, I wait to lose grip
I'm waiting for death to grip me by the throat
I wait, for you promised my body would float
My skin feels so cold I'm convinced it could crack
So why is there sweat dripping down my hot back?
My eyes scan the room, they jitter as they move
I can't find one person not feeling the groove
And why does my head seem to turn in slow motion
My brain swims around like it's lost in the ocean
The cramps in my hands, have they already died?
I throw back my head and laugh til I cry
I love this, I love it, Oh where have you been?
Who knew nights could hold such rapturous dreams
These people, once strangers, I cant comprehend
How every last person became my best friend
Red, sweating bodies, bouncing together
The DJ ensures the tunes last forever
Your face oozes steam and your jaw won't stay still
It shudders and flutters against your own will
I fight down the nausea but I'm to late
Why didn't you tell me this room can rotate?
I don't care coz I love you I LOVE YOU
who are you?
A realisation I don't even know you
So this is the comedown I heard all about
I fall back to earth with a cumbersome clout
My body feels swollen, exhausted and battered
The gnawed, raw remains of my mouth are in tatters
I felt such a big girl, had nothing to lose
Thought I'd walk for miles in my new grown up shoes
I thought I could play at your wild games too
All I've learnt is I'm still a child. Like you.
Jodie Williams for
Frank's Coming of age contest
5th Feb 2012
Categories:
methamphetamine, childhood, happiness, imagination, teen,
Form:
Rhyme
These 4 walls
She stares with those big brown eyes
glazing over from the images
of a square fantasy world
Mentally masturbating the oozing
daydream droplets which swim
upstream along radio waves
This is her escape from a reality hidden
behind locked doors of depravity where
hushed family secrets is her gravity
From his nightly hands crawling over pastel
speckled bed sheets with no restraint creeping
into her bedroom as she cries so faint
While Momma sails adrift on that sinking ship
Methamphetamine, she becomes this pedophile’s
little slave sex fiend
Perhaps calgon can take her away to from these
Stained four walls closing in on this ill fated girl,
trapped inside her own American Idol swirl
Her different strokes are the beats of her feet that pass
by prostitute row towards school parks is the only yellow
brick road of Oz that she knows
So she prays to this electric god to spin her
into a wonder woman who flies thru cloudless skies
in an invisible jet to hide her in disguise
Because here in this space she has no tears for fears
or shouts with whispered pouts because here in this space
she plays in a little house on the prairie guarded by a digital fairy
But Alice is lost in this mirror less wonderland with no salvation
and hiding behind plastic LCD screens with pixels bouncing
To reality shows illumination decantation
For Arian
Categories:
methamphetamine, childhoodspace,
Form:
The Queen of Spades trumps all
In our game of hearts
And other organs
Tangled in Greek and Latinate names
Ependymoma
Epinephrine
Endymion
Wake up, Shepherd!
The Black and the Red
Call you
Kings and Queens battle
The rules don’t allow for discarding
Draw from the deck,
Choking the progress with wheeling lights and coloured geometric shapes
Hearts
Spades
Diamonds
Like crystals
Crystal methamphetamine to make the cards fly faster
Clubs
Club the senses
Introduce new shades, purple kush
Orange and yellow sunrise
Swirling blue and gold
Smoke goes up and enter the kaleidoscope.
Your kaleidoscope is white
Fluorescent light
Perfect background to lay the tricks
Deal the hands
And take your pick
Buy? Fold? Try again?
And when we’re done
We’ll pick them up, one by one
Put them in order again
And lay them away in the dark.
Sleep, Endymion.
The Queen with the black eyes is your sign
In dreams, everything is fine.
Categories:
methamphetamine, brother, death, family,
Form:
Prose Poetry
In my bedroom the three of us all high:
her, her, and I: pass methamphetamine
in circle, her to her to I, our lean
mannequin forms pressed hand to leg to thigh,
one on my left, one with a school yard eye.
We three are, and have been since seventeen,
friends without borders, like grass without green,
throating for water from skiffs diver dry,
strung out on wire like trout with tin-foil breasts
and pupils bulging black as once-a-star.
In my bedroom, the three of us undressed -
took her, then her, now I - have logged too far
on thirty six strips of backward spinning crests
to hide our heal where love unpeeled is scar.
Categories:
methamphetamine, drug, lost love,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
What really separates a dream from reality
dreams interrupt my reality
I can never be certain of
anything I think is real
My heart is like 11 banana peels
Your heart
I want to steal
But I’m tired of getting felonies
But if I ever capture your heart
I’ll get charged with possession of Methamphetamine
But you’re worth the fees of Mr. Steve
It's your smile
and it's your eyes
it's your heart and it's cries
I can hear its music
As you sing your love and lies
I have all these emotions and I’m not sure why
Patience
Paints a picture
My 4 eyes are showing me your Purple Elixir
Your kisses depict liquor
And I’m love drunk
But I’m down to get slithered
Nothing matches this ache
Of cooking you a special dinner
Drinking all of your juices
Go ahead and put me on the transplant list for a new liver
time without you is unbearable
Without you I get sicker
Seconds slowly scrape
I can’t draw the line as I stay awake
Do i just pretend my feelings is not real
Do it for my anxiety’s sake
writing my thoughts unheard by you
Maybe one day I’ll take you
To my minds bayou
I can’t swim
But nobody can swim in your waters like I do
Candles vanilla
Make the lights hella dimmer
Your enigma is my elixir
Im a born giver
And I aim to give you
Everything I have to give
Do you need a hug, gas money , or a rib
Eating up your entangibles
I need a bib
impatient hands
Teach me to be a patient man
I love to learn
Learn about the things you love and can’t stand
So I can sweep you off your size 10 feet
And that way you don’t have to stand
To have access to your Scooby Snacks and your mystery van
I feel like one lucky fan
Now I find myself
Washing pots and pans
Last week I spent a whole grand
Spending time asking was this part of the plan
I ddnt plan to be this joyous
Let me take you to Planet Jiggy
Because only normal folks go to NeverLand
Cause of your love and elixir I’m flying high
Hoping I never land
Please don’t make me land
Categories:
methamphetamine, anxiety, black love, dream,
Form:
Free verse
hell bent on hillsides,
alcohol seeping from my skin come
Monday Morning alarm clock joy.
young, and up all night, drunk, more so than not
and only in love with myself.
narcissistic pessimism: big words overheard in clouded classrooms,
always wanting what I don’t have and horny,
drugged in translucent self reflection methamphetamine at sunrise,
six AM jazz.
but no one listens to jazz anymore, except in cars alone in darkness,
trees forever passing along roadsides,
low hum of distant trains,
hazy moon hanging above two empty bridges,
the choice of only one is troubling.
decisions are gruelling like offices and pay checks.
i’m a mess, the trumpet says, I hate myself, sings
the saxophone riff, my head hurts as
the drums hit, symbols wailing, clashing,
altogether in beautiful harmony.
starlight glow, swaying through meters
of time, roads carve along
sharp edges of thought, clear,
concise, and reliable people going to
work, dreams of offices and pay checks,
and I begin to sing along, off time and out of tune.
imagination of the outdoors and freedom,
never growing up past my bedtime, hide and go seek
I hope I’m never found.
Categories:
methamphetamine, growing up, drug,
Form:
Free verse
She’s the self-diagnosed bi-polar type.
Google, M.D., full accreditation.
Reliant on prescribed medication
her cousin fills she sells to fill her pipe
with methamphetamine, crystallized, ripe
for thrills derived from sleep deprivation.
She shares all this with no provocation,
disrobed in my bedroom, the prototype
poster girl for dull, desensitized leeks,
stretched six feet tall like a used rubber band.
I call her filthy, so, she draws a bath,
snaps a nude photo of pale, passive cheeks,
and rests her breasts in the cup of my hand -
her clay spun for play now a sociopath’s.
Categories:
methamphetamine, health, mental illness, relationship,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Methamphetamine, I never thought we'd meet,
But here I am, shattered and weak.
At first, you were just something to try,
But soon I found myself hooked and high.
You numbed my pain and brought me relief,
But little did I know, you were a thief.
You stole my happiness and my best friend,
And left me in a world that seems to never end.
You made me believe I was better off dead,
And filled my mind with thoughts I never said.
You promised to solve all my problems with ease,
But instead, you brought me to my knees.
Now, I see the damage you've done,
And know that this battle cannot be won.
I was once a happy boy before you came,
But now I am nothing but a broken man, filled with shame.
I can't I let addiction take over me
Like a silent thief in the night, it crept stealthily
I thought I was in control, oh so foolishly
But now I see the truth and it hurts so deeply
It started with a small indulgence, just one shot, But soon enough, it became a daily trip My mind and body craved it, I couldn't resist
And before I knew it, my life was a mess
I pushed away loved ones, lost my job, my home
All for the sake of that addiction's clone
I thought it was my friend, but it was my foe
Taking everything from me and not letting go.
Categories:
methamphetamine, abuse, addiction, boyfriend, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
How Not to Tip
A waitress at the Twisted Fish
Got a tip she did not wish
A tip like she had never seen
A plastic bag of methamphetamine
She call the cops who soon arrested
These “tippers” who were then drug tested
And found to be a wee bit high
Led off to jail bye and bye
Cops took the bag, the waitress’s miffed
She can’t believe that she got stiffed
Categories:
methamphetamine, education, drug,
Form:
Rhyme
I found in you the mother I
never had.
You were the only one there
when I lost my dad.
Always there when I needed
you.
Not far when I wanted you too.
It was from you that I got
courage when I had none.
It was you who pushed back
my tears and let me have fun.
Twenty four seven you were
with me.
Happy or sad you just let me
be.
But in reality, you were really
no friend.
And I face six years of running,
it's got to end.
I must push you out and far, far
away.
I can no longer rely on you~not
even one more day.
Back to the light, the real world
I walk.
All the years of avoided
emotions to deal with in bulk.
You're not my family! You're
the enemy! No friend!
You took six years and all it
contained without amend!
You were all consuming~the
loyalist I've ever seen.
But go far away, get out of me!
METHAMPHETAMINE!
Categories:
methamphetamine, addiction
Form:
Rhyme
I'm just another player in this game
Left without control I feel no pain
Eyes stapled open to find the attached path
Slave forward and bite the led lash
Stand still
Jump in the air
Get down
Stay off the ground
Rules, guidelines
Follow no stay
Your crazy now sane
Eyes fade so does skin
Now smoke this green
I said ti do this crystal methamphetamine.
Categories:
methamphetamine, abuse,
Form:
I loved you once. A love so fervent you were all I wanted. You were all I could think about. I gave myself to you and believed in you. I defended you, begged for you, and lied just to have you. I could not be without you and when I was, I let the . know. You asked for my soul, but are incapable of reciprocation. I prayed to never see you again, yet believed your lie and welcomed your return. I embraced you into these broken arms. I've given you all I had; my pride, my home, my faith, my God. You are all I NEVER needed... Hate, destruction, and evil are you. So selfish you begin and end with me and mine. You are MEthamphetaMINE.
-The Red Devil Lie
Categories:
methamphetamine, addiction, anger,
Form:
Crystalline
Preponderance of dimensions perplexes with bliss string fervor
Lake mine previous
(stream of consciousness
imponderable) poetic efforts,
sans spiritus mundi, converse
sing a boot unfamiliar thread,
and ignored common
sense ne'er re: hearse
sing, asper William Butler Yeats,
aye went off deep end, perhaps
provoked at least une nurse
sis sear re: literary unlicensed violation,
and additionally one emphatic curse,
where mine poe whet
tick feet did immerse
for the methamphetamine time acid,
(I said to myself), why traverse
pointlessly imagining something worse
tread about, i.e. say...tripping
along head over heels, yet
nagging notion would not disperse
venturing blithely writing
plunging into terra incognita parallel
universe a "multiverse"
herewith also Ark
chew woolly Noah intent
for yours truly to drown while purse
sue wing abstract notion,
viz domain of science fiction,
never intermittently intersperse
sing following lines with "HELP, I need
somebody...", nor deliberately submerge
readers within a mini sea course
of confusion, but I feel confounded
gripped, lured...and will gladly reimburse,
should delving over my head diverse
if eyeing breadth, length, scope...
beyond realm of mom and pop verse
a tile theoretical physicists,
who casually identify ten dimensions
— eleven including time, nor averse
slithering thru worm holes
such more'n flight of fancy seems perverse,
whereat numberless whirled
wide webs presents obverse
to accepted paradigm reverse
sing scientific tenets describing
quarks, plus portal bellow much
room (See Alice in Wonderland) disperse
sing notions, where exodus
down the rabbit hole
into alternate self contained
separate cosmological infinitesimal channels
far more exciting than reality television!
Categories:
methamphetamine, absence, art, beautiful, color,
Form:
Rhyme