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Comment: lately, there is a poem going round the 'net that involves addiction to crystal meth. at the end of this email i will include it.
i'm curious as to the source, as the attributions are everywhere - i'm even wondering if it truly came from a Meth addict. among the alleged sources are:
"This is a poem passed on to (Sheriff Ashe) by a relative of the 21 year old female who lost her life while addicted to crystal meth. This is a true happening. A 21 year old female was addicted to crystal meth, overdosed, and lost her life. After her death, they were cleaning out her apartment and in her top dresser drawer, found a poem she had written."
"We received this from a friend, a mother with two children who are slaves to this horrible drug. She said reading this poem was like a punch in the stomach, because of its sickening accuracy. Please read this and pray for these adult children and the many, many, many others caught by its trappings:"
"The below poem was written by a 28-year-old awaiting transfer to an Oklahoma State Prison for meth-related crimes. It paints a sobering picture of the devastation this toxic poison can have on an individual's life. "
"My wife is a probation/parole officer. One of her clients was busted with 25 grams of chrystal methamphetamine, and this poem was found in his residence. The person wrote this while high on meth. He has served time in prison for meth, and will soon be going back."
there's even a fairly recent news article where sheriff's department investigator mentions finding the poem in a meth addict's home.
my guess is that someone on the 'net just wrote this, and it spread like wildfire, but that's where you come in. lol...i found some of these by just googling "Meth poem"...
poem is below -
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If my 'glamorous' lifestyle Is appealing to you. . . And you want to try me Because you've 'nothing to lose'. . . Then, let me give you A bit of advice: You are a fool. . . And you'd better think twice.
I destroy homes I tear families apart I take your children And thats just the start Im more value than diamonds More precious than gold The sorrow I bring Is sight to bold
If you need me, remember Im easily found, I live all around you In school and in town I live with the rich I live with the poor I live just down the road Or maybe next door
Im made in a lab,but Not in one like you think I can be made under your kitchen sink Or in your childrens closet And even out in the woods If it scares you to death It certainly should.
I have many names But there's one you know best Im sure you've heard of me My names Crystal Meth My power is awesome Try me and you'll see But if you do You may never break free
Just try me once And I might let you go But if you try me twice Then I own your soul
When I possess you You'll steal and lie You'll do what you have to Just to get high The crimes you'll commit For my narcotic charms Will be worth for the pleasure You'll feel in my arms
You'll lie to your mother You'll steal from your dad When you see their tears You must not feel sad
Just forget your morals And how you were raised I'll be your conscious I'll teach you my ways
I take kids from their parents I take parents from kids I turn people from god I seperate friends I'll take everything from you Even your good looks and your pride I'll be with you always Right here by your side.
You'll give up everything Your family, your home Your money,you friends You'll be all alone I'll take and I'll take Til you give no more to give When Im finished with you You'll be lucky to live
If you try me be warned THIS IS NOT A GAME If im given the chance I'll drive you insane I'll ravage your body I'll control your mind I'll own you completely Your soul will be mine
The nightmares I'll give you When your lying in bed... And the voices you'll hear From inside your head The sweats,the shakes and the visions you'll see... I want you to know These are your gifts from me
By then its too late And you'll know in your heart That you are now mine And we shall not part You'll regret that you tried me (They always do) Remember, you came to me Not I, to you
You knew this would happen How many times were you told? But you challenged my power You chose to bold You could have said "No" and walked away If you could live that day over Now what would you say?
My power is awesome As I told you before I can take your mother And turn her into a whore Go ahead and curse me With every breath Just make your choice Will it be life or meth?
You will take unknown paths On your journey through life Some will bring happiness Some will bring strife But, my path is one You must not ever cross. Although its well trodden Countless lives have been lost
Now that you've met me What will you do? Will you try me or not? It's all up to you I can show you more misery Than words can tell Come take my hand Let me lead you to hell!
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Perhaps it's coded instructions on how to make meth, ya know, like that "Sing a Song of Sixpence" nursery rhyme!
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I'm impressed - a commenter who did some research first!
I don't know anything about drug addictions, but if a person was aware enough to write this whole poem about how the drug was taking over and destroying his or her life, wouldn't he or she would have also been aware enough to know it was time to get help?
I think the "author wrote it while high on meth and then died" is just a little too romantic. Maybe it was written by soeone in rehab.
ETA: What I mean by aware is, not aware vs. high, but aware that there is a problem with one's drug use.
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You'd be surprised, Eve... One can be perfectly aware of an addiction, but still petrified about the impending physical and mental withdrawal to the degree that they still won't quit.
That said, I tried to find more information about Rob Rorvick, the guy who supposedly found the poem (see link to news article), but all it confirmed was that he was indeed a cop in the area.
I would agree that it could've been written by someone in rehab. Depending on the program, some will even have you do writing activities (usually writing a goodbye letter to the drug, or something of that nature), and this seems just about right. And, assuming the person went through rehab, returned to their house, and then began using again, it's certainly possible that the poem could've been found in a drawer or where ever. As subjective as this is, I've been around enough meth-heads to seriously doubt that someone who is that far into meth can write a glurgy poem while tweaking.
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quote:my guess is that someone on the 'net just wrote this, and it spread like wildfire, but that's where you come in. lol
At least parts of it are older than that. I remember some of the lines from this circulating in high school thirty years ago...
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Not having tried meth before, I have no idea about the effects on the lives of addicts. However, evaluating this as a piece of poetry, it is one steaming pile of dog doo.
Remember the good old days when drunks and addicts like Jim Morrison could actually put 2 words together?
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If I recall correctly, friend of mine who worked for the newspaper I am working at did a five-part series with a guy who had been arrested for manufacturing meth (was a big muckety-muck at one of our local factories that shut down, then started doing meth while the factory was in the process that shut down, then started making it after the factory closed) who gave her this poem (actually a slightly shorter version) as something that he himself had written while in jail. I'll have to call her, because I may be remembering it incorrectly, but I know for a fact that we ran the poem as a house ad for at least three or four weeks. Even had a prominent (albeit half-dead) lawyer in town write a letter to the editor to say how fantastic the poem was and how everyone should read it.
It's just too weird.
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Why is meth all over the news lately? Did something significant happen? Is meth the same thing as "Ice"? I was watching Dog, The Bounty Hunter (only time ever) last night, and I was like, WTF is ice?
I don't think we have much meth in NYC, but I heard it's big in the gay community here. Watching that "Dog" show was really annoying to me because I really don't get how invested some people get in other peoples lives. Meth is dangerous to make, it seems, and to do, but surely the drain on the justice system is overwhelming?
Ana
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This poem reminds me of a poem a friend of mine read at a speach contest in high school. It was about heroin. Hmm, I wish I could remember the name of that poem.
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Well, honey, before you sat fooling with me just let me inform you of how it will be! For I will seduce you and make you my slave; I've sent folk much stronger than you in their grave.
You think you could never become a disgrace, and end up addicted to poppy-seed waste, So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon, and you'll take me into your arms very soon.
Then once I have entered deep down in your veins the craving will drive you nearly insane. You'll need lots of money, as you have been told, for, darling, I'm more expensive than gold.
You'll swindle your mother and just for a buck you'll turn into something vile and corrupt. You'll mug and you'll steal for my narcotic charms and feel contentment only when I'm in your arms.
The day you realise the monster you've grown you'll solemnly promise to leave me alone. But if you think you've got that mystical knack then, sweetie, just try getting me off your back.
The vomit, the cramps, your gut tied in a knot, the jangling nerves screaming for just one more shot, the hot chills, the cold sweat, the withdrawal pains, can only be saved by my little white grains.
There's no other way and there's no need to look, for deep down inside you, you know you are hooked. You'll desperately run to the pusher and then you'll welcome me back into your arms once again.
So now you return (just as I foretold) I know that you'll give me your body and soul. You'll give me your words, your conscience, your heart and now you are mine, until death us do part
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Every time I see this thread in Active Topics, I think it says "Meth addict porn".
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Ladies and Gentlemen Fellow Americans Lady Americans This is James Brown
I wanna talk to you about one of our Most deadly Killers in the country today
I had a dream the other night, and I Was sittin' in my living room Dozed off to sleep So I start to dreamin'
I dreamed I walked in a place and I saw a real strange, weird object Standin' up talkin' to the people And I found out it was Heroin That deadly drug that go in your veins
He says:
I came to this country without a passport Ever since then I've been hunted and sought
My little white grains are nothin' but waste Soft and deadly and bitter to taste
I'm a world of power and all know it's true Use me once and you'll know it, too
I can make a mere schoolboy forget his books I can make a world-famous beauty neglect her looks
I can make a good man forsake his wife Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life
I can make a man forsake his country and flag Make a girl sell her body for a five-dollar bag
Some think my adventure's a joy and a thrill But I'll put a gun in your hand and make you kill
In cellophane bags I've found my way To heads of state and children at play
I'm financed in China, ran in Japan I'm respected in Turkey and I'm legal in Siam
I take my addicts and make 'em steal, borrow, beg Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg
So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
So now, no, my man, you must (you know) do your best To keep up your habit until your arrest
Now the police have taken you from under my wing Do you think they dare defy me, I who am king?
Now, you must lie in that county jail Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm -- with discomfort -- wiggle and cough (hack!) Six days of madness, hah! You might throw me off
Curse me in name! Defy me in speech! But you'd pick me up right no if I were in your reach
All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate Hear now! younng man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate
Don't be afraid, don't run! I'm not chased Sure my name is Heroin! You'll be back for a taste
Behold, you're hooked! Your foot is in the stirrup And make -- haste! Mount the steed! And ride him well For the white horse of heroin Will ride you to Hell! To Hell! Will ride you to Hell! Until you are dead! Dead, brother! Dead!
This is a revolution of the mind Get your mind together And get away from drugs! That's the man! Back! Back
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