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Drug Poems


1.

Chasing the dragon
Falling off the wagon
My life was lived
On bended knees
I tried Love
And God above
No release, no release

To well meaning friends
I can’t make amends
For time spent on me
With only me to please
And opportunities to seize
Why didn’t I give it a go?
On the floor, hours to go
To find sweet release

The sight of the syringe
That made others cringe
Was like heaven to me
Beautiful to behold
Worth it’s weight in gold
In heat or in cold
In or out of the fold
It was immediate release

But long, long ago
I closed that door
Chose a different road
Carried my heavy load
And found who I can be
The prisons we make
Are ones we can break
To secure our own release!

Dolan Fernandes
2008

2.

I am just an addict
lost to the cycle
twisted,and pained
I am just an addict
scared,bruised,bent
on my knees I scream
“Help me God, for I
NEED even the prick!”
in the moment of sanity
i realized
I am just an addict.

Author unknown

3.

The following poem was written by a young girl who was in jail for drug charges, and was addicted to crystal meth (TIK). 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.

My Name: “Is TIK”

 I destroy homes, I tear families apart,

Take your 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 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,

(Your lungs and 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 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.

 “`

You’ll give up everything – your family, your home,

Your friends, your money, and then you’ll be alone.

“` 

I’ll take and 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, and 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 my 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 will 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.

8 thoughts on “Drug Poems

  1. Jip so het ons elkeen onse ‘drug’ de een sjokolade, rooiwyn…kaas (is my dood) maar ek moet se dat drugs kan ook in die vorm van afhanklikheid van mense wees en goedkeuring van ander….alles baie sad vind ek. Mooi gedigte wel. Groetjes

  2. Liewe “Author unknown”. Jy is nie verlore nie. Jesus het jou lief. Met al die rubbish wat jy in jou are pomp of deur jou longe trek en met al die naaldmerke is hy steeds lief vir JOU.

  3. My hart gaan uit na jou..My kinders is nog jonk ek het min kennis vanwat jy beleef,maar glo dis loutere hel

    As jy jou kind nie meer kan keer dink ek hy’s beter af onder ‘n wakende oog maar maak net seker hy is wel beter af!

    Dalk doen die tronk meer skade as goed..Dis net ‘n ma wat regtig omgee en verstaan hoe moeilik dit mag wees onthou die onus rus op jou Geniet vir eers jou rus.

  4. Wat help die tronk en rehab tog, dis n “mind thing” geen pilletjie of enige persoon kan vir jou besluit om te verander, dit moet van jouself af kom. Ek voel die pyn van elke ouer, ek ken self iemand wat n probleem het en ek weet dis nie maklik nie, veral as die persoon so na aan jou is. Sterkte aan almal daar buite

    • Hi Foxy, yoh i was waiting for this,. dit is wat ek nou mee sukel , wat help dit jy gaan rehab toe , en as jy terugkeer dan is jy in a dieper gat. Jy as mens moet erken dat jy a probleem het en jy moet verander.

      Pillitjies sal nie help nie , ek voel ek kan skree, ons kan hulle bystaan en praat en raad gee, maar wat help dit alles as jy as verslaafde jou self nie kan help nie .

      dit is a baie seer saak, maar om bejamer te word gaan ook nie help nie , ons moet besef dat dit nie a grap is nie dit verwoes lewens, gesinne .

      ek weet van a baie goeie berader wat instaat is tot alles en dit is GOD DIE VADER DIE SEUN EN DIE HEILIGE GEES.

      dis tyd dat ons jong mense tot inkeer moet kom en besef dat daar nie nog tyd is vir drug uit toets nie , dis nie fashion om drugs te gebruik nie , jy bewys niks aan niemand nie , jy verwoes jou eie lewe.

      ai ja ons moet sterk staan , en die jong mense help .

      Muriel

  5. Foxy, baie welkom hier by my.

    Ek stem beslis saam met jou. Dis net die verslaafde wat die besluit kan maak of hy.sy dit wil laat werk.

    In my seun se geval het die tronk wel gehelp dat hy nou al amper ‘n jaar skoon is van heroin, maar die groot toets sal wel kom as hy uitkom.

  6. I applaud her strength and ability, writing about the horrific self-inflicted torture you would never wish upon your worst enemy!

  7. Ek kan net vir jou sê vrou stekte en ek bid vir jou en weet hy is kosbaar hy was en is ‘n geskenk van bo het verkeerde keuses gemaak maar het die reg om weer ‘n kans te hê. En wat is die beste medisyne!!Ek glo ‘n MA SE LIEFDE EN ONDERSTEUNING al gebeur wat. Wees daar as hy val tel op en probeer weer. My einigste kind(ook ‘n seun) het al soveel geval maar ek sal berge versit vir hom. hy is nou 4 maande skoon en probeer hard met eie wils krag en om in homself te glo en sy hand vir ons skepper tegee om hom te lei. Jy, seun en familie is in my gebede.

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