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Poems written by Addicts


I am the cramping in your stomach

I am the cramping in your stomach. I am the craving that draws you in & holds your prisoner. You know that uneasy gripping feeling you have more often than before. Yeah, thats me!
There are several ways or tricks I use to get into your mind. Once I’m there, theres nowhere to hide. No matter the trouble, crime or embarrassment it may cause. You’ll go futher just to get that taste. You may even consider selling your soul, if you know how good my quality is, no matter the price.
Mother’s I’ll kidnap your child & don’t worry about a ransom. They are mine!! Family’s keep your loved ones safe & sound. If you don’t you’ll be filing a missing person’s report. Don’t forget our children. For one day you’ll wake up & find your parents body on the floor dead from doing way too much!!
When you think you have total control over me. Thats when I’ll surprise you the most. I’ll help you lose your job, even help you steal, I’ll take away everything & make you lose it all. By the time my job is done. You’ll want to turn back time or be dead & gone. Six feet under & done!!
If you haven’t figured out who I am. Let me give you a hint. There are at least 5 ways to do me & each one is better than the last. Try rolling the dice & you’ll hit on ICE!!!
Your Dearest Friend


This was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to KAT (METH CATHENONE).  She wrote this 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.
Please keep praying for our Children, Teens, Young Adults, Understand,
This thing is worse than any of us realize....


I destroy homes, I tear families apart, take children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold - the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
If you need me, remember! 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 Kat.
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, your lungs, your nose.
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 now 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 - you looks and your pride. I'll be with you always - right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home, your friends, your money - then you'll be alone.
I'll take and I'll take, till you have nothing more to give. When I'm finished with you, you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me, be warned - this is no game! If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind. I'll own you completely - your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed, the voices you'll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see - I want you to know - these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, that you are mine and we shall not
part.                                                      .
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do, but you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen, many times you were told.  But you challenged by power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away. If you could live that day over now, what would you say?
I'll be your master, you'll be my slave. I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave. Now that you have met me, what will you do? Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell. Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.
If you care enough, please forward this profound poem end share this deadly outcome of this drug that is killing our young people and even our old.


The Person I Once Knew

If only you had listened,
to what I tried to tell,
If only you had realized,
I knew you all to well.
Nothing was more important,
than what you had to do,
the drug had taken over,
the person I once knew.
Now every time I pass the place,
we buried you that day,
I think of all the others,
that are soon to pass this way.
Your face will always linger,
in the chambers of my mind,
and I am thankful someone cared,
and got me help in time.


Take Me in Your Arms

(Miss Heroin)
So now, little man, you've grown tired of grass
LSD, goofballs, cocaine and hash, 
and someone, pretending to be a true friend,
said, "I'll introduce you to Miss Heroin."

Well honey, before you start 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 men much stronger than you to their graves. 
You think you could never become a disgrace, 
and end up addicted to Poppy seed waste.

So you'll start inhaling me one afternoon, 
you'll take me into your arms very soon. 
And once I've entered deep down in your veins, 
The craving will nearly drive you insane.

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 charm,
and feel contentment when I'm in your arms.

The day, when you realize the monster you've grown, 
you'll solemnly swear to leave me alone.
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 knots.
The jangling nerves screaming for one more shot. 
The hot chills and cold sweats, 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 know you are hooked.
You'll desperately run to the pushers and then,
you'll welcome me back to your arms once again.

And you will return just as I foretold!
I know that you'll give me your body and soul.
You'll give up your morals, your conscience, your heart.
And you will be mine until, "Death Do Us Part" 


Author Anonymous
Hello my dearest and as for me… I’m from a pretty flower, the opium poppy.

My real name is heroin, I won’t let you down… But because of the stigma, just call me brown.

My sister lives in China, she’s out-of-site… She’s stronger than I, her name is white.

Now that you know me, let’s have our first date… Once you inhale me, it’ll be too late.

It won’t be long and we will be courting… At this point my love, you’ll be tired of snorting.

Starting to smoke, we’re now engaged… Chasing the dragon, He’s now enraged.

When we are married, on our honeymoon… I’ll introduce you to the needle and spoon.

I’ll then take your will, since you’ll be my wife… Stay with me long, I’ll even take your life.

I’m your master now, do what I say… Lie, cheat, and steal for me everyday.

When I’m not around, I’ll share you with friends… Misery and suicide, it never ends.

You’d better be careful, if you love too much of me... Because I’m a widower, from all the O’dees.

If you try to divorce me, I’ll even the score… Plan on being sick, like never before.

Even if you kick me through physical signs… I’ll still be there to play with your mind.

I’ll haunt you with craving the rest of your life… So what ever you do, stay away from Christ.

Through Jesus’ shed blood, I’ll be undone… And then we won’t have all of our fun.

His deliverance is sure, there is no mistake… But to save you the pain, don’t start to date.

Stay a chaste virgin from me and my friends… Because I’m a lie from beginning to end.

I promised you marriage, a beautiful high… But all before you are in prison or die!

Written by Lawrence DuBois In what inmates call the “God Pod”
Yakima Department of Corrections
Yakima Washington USA copyright ©2000
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