DJ Max's blog: "Ponderings!"

This thought provoking poem was written by a young woman, who was in jail for drug

charges and addicted to  methamphetamine. She wrote this poem while in jail. As you will

soon read, she fully grasped the horrors of the drug, as she tells in this simple yet

profound poem.

  She was released from jail, but true to her story, the drug owned her. They found her

dead not long after her realese, the needle was still in her arm.


                                 "MY NAME IS METH"

                       I destroy homes, I tear apart families.
                    Take your children and that's just the start.
                I'm more costly then diamonds, more precious then gold.
                      The sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
                     If you need me, remmeber I'm easily found.
                   I live all around you, In schools and in town.
                    I live with the rich, I live with the poor.
                    I live down the street and maybe next door.
                     I'm made in a lab, but not like you think.
                       I can be made under the kitchen sink.
                   In your child's closet and even in the woods.
               If this scares you to death, well it certainly should.
                 I have many names, but there's one you know best.
                I'm sure you've heard of me, my name is crystal meth.

                       My power is awesome, try me you'll see.
                      But if you do, you may never break free.
                      Just try me once and I might let you go.
                      But try me twice and I'll own your soul.
                  When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie.
                     You do what you have to, just to get high.
                   The crimes you'll commit for my narcotic charms,
                 Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.
                You'll lie to your Mother, you'll steal from your Dad.
                   When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
               But, you'll forget your morals and how you were raised.
                  I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
                  I take kids from parents, and parents from kids.
                     I turn people from God and separate friends.
              I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride.
                    I'll be with you always, Right by your side.   

 "I found this poem at the local correction center where I do my urine screens. Yes, I to

am addicted to methamphetamine, though I am today clean and grateful to be that way and I

truly mean to stay. I am wanting to share this poem with you. I beat a cocaine addiction

many years ago and have also quick using alcohol several years ago. I thought for sure I

was stronger then I trully am, I am to this moment of this day obviously still an addict

though I traded one addiction for another. I write these notes down to remind myself that

I am sick and will always be sick. I have at the time of this writing been clean

completely from any drugs at all for 2 weeks(01/05/2010 my last date of use for meth). I

hope that these words both mine and hers will keep some people some where from ever

starting to do this horrible drug or any others and if helps even one person, then I have

served my purpose and I still have meaning in life as the tears drop from eyes, I still

remain clean, though I crave everyday."

                                             Harley A.K.A DJ Max of S*E*R