This is a 'sort-of' poem, obviously coming from the mind of a fictional person who's getting deeper into the scene I got involved in.
It's a new style of poem for me, in that it's written all in speech (some coming from the meth user's head - some from their mouth) and I wasn't on anything at the time as I'm doing a little detox (going 3 days without using any P at all) so I'm not confident enough to stick it in 'Words', yet again!
THE METHAMPHETAMINE ADDICT - a downward spiral
'Just today I'll have a puff'
'Okay, just one more hit - I'll give up tomorrow'
'I promise I'll give up this stuff'
'Why can't I stop? It's bringing me sorrow'
'Shit, why can't I fucking stop?'
'It's not so bad - it's only a gram'
'Is there someone watching me? A cop?'
'I don't care now, don't give a damn'
'Why am I so itchy? What's that on my skin?'
'I love that crackling sound when it burns!'
'Come on mate, have a try - just one little spin'
'Hey give the pipe here - it's my fucking turn'
'Smokings not working now - I might try the rig'
'God, look at how skinny I am - I'm a fool'
'It's only a little bit, meth aint that big'
'My mates all use it - they seem to be cool'
'Is it the needle that makes my veins look all red?'
'It's not like I'm on heroin, Mum - please don't cry'
'Am I addicted? Fuck I wish I was dead'
'I only feel good now for five minutes when I'm high!'
'If I give you a fuck will you give me some P?'
'I need more - I'd better learn how to cook'
'Holy fuck I have cash again - this life is for me!'
'Wait there's someone at the door - better go have a look...'
'No sir - the chemistry set isn't mine'
'Mum why are you crying? Please dry those tears!'
'Okay I cook P - tell me sir, what's my fine?'
'Hang on - did you say jail? Why? For how many years?.....'
Tell me what you think! Bit different to my usual style but it could hit hard...
It's a new style of poem for me, in that it's written all in speech (some coming from the meth user's head - some from their mouth) and I wasn't on anything at the time as I'm doing a little detox (going 3 days without using any P at all) so I'm not confident enough to stick it in 'Words', yet again!
THE METHAMPHETAMINE ADDICT - a downward spiral
'Just today I'll have a puff'
'Okay, just one more hit - I'll give up tomorrow'
'I promise I'll give up this stuff'
'Why can't I stop? It's bringing me sorrow'
'Shit, why can't I fucking stop?'
'It's not so bad - it's only a gram'
'Is there someone watching me? A cop?'
'I don't care now, don't give a damn'
'Why am I so itchy? What's that on my skin?'
'I love that crackling sound when it burns!'
'Come on mate, have a try - just one little spin'
'Hey give the pipe here - it's my fucking turn'
'Smokings not working now - I might try the rig'
'God, look at how skinny I am - I'm a fool'
'It's only a little bit, meth aint that big'
'My mates all use it - they seem to be cool'
'Is it the needle that makes my veins look all red?'
'It's not like I'm on heroin, Mum - please don't cry'
'Am I addicted? Fuck I wish I was dead'
'I only feel good now for five minutes when I'm high!'
'If I give you a fuck will you give me some P?'
'I need more - I'd better learn how to cook'
'Holy fuck I have cash again - this life is for me!'
'Wait there's someone at the door - better go have a look...'
'No sir - the chemistry set isn't mine'
'Mum why are you crying? Please dry those tears!'
'Okay I cook P - tell me sir, what's my fine?'
'Hang on - did you say jail? Why? For how many years?.....'
Tell me what you think! Bit different to my usual style but it could hit hard...

