The Monster

• Artist: Candii_is_Wasted
• Description: My experience with drugs from another person's point of view. I got caught up in Meth, pot, and a whole bunch of other s**t. With all of that, I have realized that I really did ******** up my life. This poem was actually a free write that I had to finish in class. I decided to write it on drugs. I hope you enjoy and it changes some people out there. Remember to vote:p
• Date: 04/19/2010
• Tags: monster drugs poem death

Watching them walking with the monster knowing they'll get ******** up,
Knowing that it will only be fun for a while,
Thinking no one will care,
Sacrificing every last cent just to get one more hit.

They're not noticing the little changes in life,
Their hair, teeth, breath, nails.
Not even the forever lasting changes,
Like their attitude, behavior, family, and brains.

Illusions, deaths, sicknesses, and every last breath,
failing their classes and having to hide Meth.
Wondering, thinking, and hoping for the best,
But what they really don't realize is that their closer to their death.

Every time they take one more step,
It doesn't make them cooler,
it doesn't help them stop,
But that's just life with, The Monster.

Comments

[SadistCake]

Well; the positives: It has a lot of strong emotion, and its clear this was personal and genuine.

My only comment is...when obscenities are used in the first line...it takes away from the overall piece. But good work!

[Cocoa208]

Congratulations on recognizing that drugs were ruining your life. Kudos for having the courage to admit all of this---first, for admitting it to yourself AND then secondly, for being so very brave to do it publicly. Because this poem also shows that you are definitely on the right track, I gave you 5/5. I am really curious, though, as to where you are now on this personal journey of self-discovery & hard work... Best wishes & good luck!!! You have done an excellent job!

[Victoria of Aragon]

This could have been a lot better if you hadn't opened up with "they'll get ******** up." I assume this is meant to be a serious poem about the effects drug use can have on someone... and that just... It made me unable to take this poem seriously.

Other than that, I suppose it's a fairly good attempt at a free-verse. ^ __ ^;

[Vesi Meres]

I like it.
Sad and tough topic.