Methamphetamine Poems | Examples

story of meth

methamphetamine
my cousin got hooked on it
needed morphine patch

his body ruined
excruciating back pain
deceased at fifty

Ice On Fire

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!

Sheep

distortions of grandeur and praise
infect me and make me your slave
tranquility is but a phase
the sullen, the meek, the depraved

like shying fleece on the barter

delusions of ardor misplaced
inject faith that enmity made
in truths, she lay undressed, defaced
the maiden, the sheep, the dismayed

lead me across the graying plains
she'll be the bliss beside the pain

i lie prostrate in surrender
herd the weak into paradise
the needle is my new shepherd
stain delirium onto their eyes

like naked lambs to the slaughter

these are the pastures
the fields of mourners
the grass of beggars
meadows of paupers
here grow the anguished
the mired, the famished
the livid brackish
the passive tarnished

lead me beneath your rusting staves
these veins ache for the blight you gave

watch the child playing on the altar
dancing methamphetamine shivers
acceptance
deliverance
i am your sheep
this world's an abattoir
i am your sheep
feed me; 

this mind is yours

Methamphetamine

Nwfp 9c

Drug trafficking groups Triple 111,Triple 222 and Triple 3 are responsible for transporting hundreds of thousands of methamphetamine,fentanyl pills,heroin, cocaine,and other dangerous drugs..Drug and Land Mafias are bringing large Loads of meth,heroin,fentanyl and cocaine from Torkham across the border KPK..There are 11 locations throughout KPK and NWFP..They deal in firearms, drugs,as well as high-capacity arms and ammunition..Wing Commander Major Adil Raja indicted to take one crore each month..Smugglers are bringing large loads of meth,heroin,fentanyl and cocaine from Afghan across the border..Drug Mafia organization continued to transport their drugs throughout the District and agency is aware of the Fact..This is how things work in Islami Jamhori Pakistan..

The Sun Sets In the West

Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah
Yeah, here we go
Uh huh, mmm
'Bout to lay down another track, y'all
Mmhmm, yeah for you
Mmhmm, yeah
Mmhmm, oh, yeah
Uh huh, here we go
Uh huh
Alright, I'm about to
About to, I'm about to start it for real, uh huh
Here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
AHH, *ahem*
Uh huh, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, here we go
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh, yeah
Here we go
Here we go for real
Uh huh, yeah
Jeyeah
Uh huh, yeah, yeah
Here we go, here we go
Umm...
I came into the place
With a smile on my face
Uh huh, yeah
Ha ha, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Mmhmm, yeah
Alright, here we go for real, here we go for real
Yeah, here we go for real
Yeah, Um, uh...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go for real
Ah ha ha
Yeah, here we go, here we go
Here we go, yeah
Umm...
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go
No, no, here we go
Yeah, uh huh, mmm
Mmm, uh huh, yeah
Yeah, uh huh
Here we go
Here we go, here we go
Uh huh, yeah
Um, sometimes I like to eat a lot of potato chips

Cold Bitter Truths

I come to you with the lie of making you feel better, when all I'll do is bring you pain and misery. I promise you beauty, but I'll take that away from you, that much is true. 

You think I'll make your problems go away, when all I'll do is make them worse. I'll take you away from your friends, your family to. In the beginning you'll feel amazing and in the end you'll be a ghost of who you used to be. 

Just one try and you'll belong to me. Do you know me? My name is methamphetamine.

The Child Smells

The child smells
Like cat urine only ten times worse
His classmates shun him
He reeks
A police officer arrives for career day
And recognizes the smell
It is not cat urine
It is methamphetamine
This changes everything

Her To Her To I

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.

An American Patient

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.

In Memory of Tesslynn O'Cull

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…

Peer Pressure

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.

Songs At Midnight

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.

You Were All

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

You Were All

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

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