Pearl Smoke
Pearl Smoke
Sep 6, 2014

Love, What's Love?
The Only Love iVe Experienced
With Are Drugs.

Love, Only The Drugs
iConsume iN My Body.

#love   #addiction   #drugs   #obsession   #meth   #crystal   #dope  
Never alone when on crystal meth.
Crystal Erickson
Crystal Erickson
Dec 17, 2014

Twisted morbid thoughts
Venomous dreams
Poisonous looks
Life sucking streams
Love dies
Memories fade
Hearts grow cold
Feelings go numb
Lonely empty open space
All the time in the world to waste
Alone in life is alone in death
Never alone when on crystal meth.

© 1997 Crystal Erickson

Pearl Smoke
Pearl Smoke
Sep 6, 2014

iMMa Love You
Till The Day They Make Me Leave You.
They Don't Know Your My Soul & i
Need You.
I Know iTs Wrong, But iT Feels So Right.

2012 iD Always Repeat "imma Smoke This Shit Till iM Dead" Was So Out Of, Smoked Out Telling My Parents iLove Crystal More Than Then.
#love   #drugs   #one   #family   #meth   #dope   #tweak   #methamphetamine   #sprung   #amphetamines  
Apr 10

The hints of a razor gleam
creeping up from behind
shivers begin to scream
a thought undefined.

Crystalline destruction manifests
in shards of failed dreams
circulation and cells cease
I am dumber today.

Clogging and fogging the mind
promises cheat their way into lies
when depression becomes a way of life
serenity is found at the end of the line.

Escaping the cavity
in trails of shame
in vigour and madness
incapable of sadness.

Black hole eyes
cannot see the coming despair
the next morning impairs
certainty is a lie.

Senses start to fail
iron will turns frail
the devil’s sugar and salt
must never be taken so lightly.

Subtle and methodical
killing what makes you, you
another round for old time’s sake,
and you’re stuck to it like glue.

Posted on December 16, 2014
#addiction   #drugs   #meth   #speed   #meow  
I am Crystal Meth's galore,
Mar 12, 2013      Mar 14, 2013

There is a cold front hovering the streets
leaving cracks in the glass
And frost bite on my feet.
The streams of my veins
have been frozen,
Blood thick and solid,
My heart broken
I have mutilated myself,
my life, my sanity.
I cant even look into the mirror
staring at me on my vanity.
I have doused my memories
with her chemical mixtures.
How I cry and beg for her tinctures,
I devour them like  the sweetest liquor.
Treat it like she's a remedy,
an elixir.
"This'll fix'er"
This frigid frost overwhelms my soul.
I feel as if I am falling into an endless hole,
one that I will never get out of,
How lifeless and cold.
I am screaming for help,
Yelling my grief,
I have lost myself, even my teeth.
Can you hear me?
Please can anyone hear me?
Yes its me down there...
at the bottom of it all.
Help me,
Im trying to crawl up this wall.
But I fall.. I fall.. I fall...
I have lost to her, I surrender.
Through this horrific endeavor,
I feed her what's left of me.
She plucks me off like lime off of
a lime tree.
One by one.
Gone, Im gone...Im gone
I am Crystal Meth's galore,
and she is mine.
She speaks to me in tongues,
how they intrude my mind..
Goodbye M.. Goodbye.

#sad   #lonely   #drugs   #soul   #help   #meth  
Dear Meth,
Sep 23, 2014

Dear Meth,

       Fuck you and your devilish traps
thanks for making my good days go to crap
thanks for separating me from my mother,
for making me look like a fuck up to my brother
thanks for the addiction I have to face
you really did take me to another place
thanks for making me into the person I am
at least you never made me slam
thanks for making me stay up for a week or two
you showed me that I got nothing to lose
thanks for putting shadows in front of my eyes
but if it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t have realized my lies
I now put a gat in the side of my lap
cause I can’t even sleep or even take a nap
I’m always moving around , where ever it is you take me
bringing me to my dealers house making me beg on my knees
even if it’s just leftover’s, crumpled up in aluminum foil
Now I pick my arms because I think it begins to boil
I’m known as the black sheep in my family
you made my life a fucked up tragedy
The scars you caused aren’t only visible but mental
Thank god I stopped before I melted my dentals
There’s still a voice in my head telling me not to leave you
but I want to start my actual life, I want to be someone new
I thank you for the shit caused, for the mistakes you made me do
But I’m leaving you now, one last thing, fuck you.

#addiction   #life   #mother   #shit   #voices   #meth   #crap   #brother  
Pearl Smoke
Pearl Smoke
Sep 6, 2014

iTs Difficult To Live Mylife,
The Struggle.
The Problems iHave And Keep Creating.
Not Knowing Who iAm
Being A Drug Addict Who Cant Seem To Stop There Bad Habit.
They Say iTs Easy You Just Want To Want iT.
Not iF You Fallen So Low, left All Alone.
iM Deep iN This Shit, Deserve To Be 6ft Down To Rest.
iTs The Best.
For Everyone.
iM Doing Nothing But Disappointing The Ones Taking There Time Trying To Support Me.
Wasting There Encouragement Not Knowing iWont Last Long Before iUse And Fall Back in
The Same Cycle All Fucking Over Again :/
iTs  Very Sad, To Continue This.
Been To Many Places Yet Nothing Changes,
iM Tired And Overwhelmed .
Why Am iUsing Now?
iFeel Lonely.
This Drug Fills Everything Up inside Of Me.
This is The Reason Why iWent Back To iT.
Before iT Was Cause iLoved The Effects And Kept Trying To Get High Asf Like My 1st Hit,
Then Lead To Me Going At iT Cause
My Body Felt Like iT Couldnt Function Off iT
Which Made Me An Addict .
Loving And wanting To Always Have iT.
Before iT Was Great,
Nobody Knew.
Then they Found Out The Truth.
Ever Since Then Ive Been Living Daily On Lies Having To Hide iT, Denying im On iT When Clearly iTs Obvious.
Chemicals Messing With My Mood ,
My Mind Now Plays Tricks On Me. Dont Know When itl Be Over Cause iDont think il 
 Want To ever Be Sober.

#drugs   #hope   #hopeless   #difficult   #struggle   #meth   #crystal  
e under the influence of the poor man’s meth.
Apr 10

No no no, this isn’t one of those commendable confessional rants of redounded reality.
We all know where that goes and what it leads to.
This rhetoric comprises solely of the faulty intuitive comprehension and the bullshit behaviour people have while under the influence of the poor man’s meth.
That could be mistaken for a typo.

Xeno-meph, would be what aliens are called if they did this too.
Extended warranty of your sinus cavity is a must.
And a mouth guard so you don’t churn away at the capricious calcium that are your teeth.
Smoke and dance till lungs and legs collapse.
Talk like you’re the spokesperson for an oil company that’s pillaging life and land.
Change your personality in a minute and become the douche you always wanted to be.
That smart talking, dick wagging, pussy licking, ass fucking, back stabbing, self serving, worthless piece of shit is now you, but it doesn’t feel like that to you.
Rational bullshit, your only reprieve.
Keep doing the same things over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again hoping the outcome will change.
But you’re cool.
You’ve done this before, it’s solvable.
A break. That’s all there’s to it.
The itch in your nose has stopped. Your jaw doesn’t hurt.
You don’t feel like shit, but you know somehow that something is amiss.
Things are not what they seem. Sense doesn’t make itself.
The dark is your sanctum. Fast is your peace.
That’s not a typo.

The world cannot slow down for you.
You have to speed up. Another gram, another line, another lie.
Control is what you say it is.
Handles are what your stomach has.
Fast forward a few months and you don’t have a handle on anything.
You don’t feel down, you feel fine. Nothing’s wrong
But just another fall, and you’re straight out of line.
Justify! Justify! Justify!
Listen, keep listening… Talk! keep talking!
Everything makes sense. Everything is a sense.
The difference is that I’m faster, quicker, sharper.
I’m handicapped.
Leverage is my mind, broken and blind.
I wish that was a typo.

Posted on January 30, 2015
#drugs   #madness   #venting   #meth   #arrogance  
Nov 27, 2013

For my birthday I would like a few new veins  
And a brand new life, okay?  
Wrap up some happiness, love and a little bit of sanity  
With Star Wars wrapping paper from the late to mid-70’s,  
Be sure to use bubble wrap because those three things  
Can’t arrive cracked, I can’t survive disappointment like that  
Help me find a way out of the life I’ve been trapped  
And stop me if I ever try to go back.
Today is October 17th and I am now twenty-three years old,  
Daydreaming of quitting before reaching twenty-four
I’m alone in my apartment, sober and painfully lonely
Thinking of all the ways I could make my life end.
I spend every day counting numbers in my head,  
Adding dollars, subtracting minutes and hours
Ounces and grams, dividing 1.5 by 2  
And injecting the remainder into my arm
I’ve never been any good at math  
But I’ve become an expert at calculating  
The amount of poison needed to keep breathing,  
The amount of toxins required to stop myself from  
The equation is simple:
Just count up all of your regrets  
Add that number to how many mistakes you’ve made,
Multiply the sum by how many people you’ve disappointed  
Now take that product and add all the people you miss,  
Multiply that sum by how many lovers have said,  
“I’m sorry but, I just can’t do this”
What number are you now left with?
That number is the amount of reasons you have
For wanting to quit all of this
To check out, to give in – to end it
But sometimes,
You can take that number and subtract it by grams,  
You can reduce the amount of pain that you’re in
Numb is possible with poisonous subtraction.
Right now my bag is empty and so is my wallet,
I have no variable left to subtract from
There’s only more addiction and multiplication
What happens when I reach infinity  
And there’s no poison left to reduce the severity?
Is it sick to find it slightly poetic to die on the day
You took your very first breath?  
I’m growing tired of math and equations
I’m better with words and false explanations,
Am I simply venting  
Or is this my official letter of resignation?  
Well, you do the math.  
I’ve subtracted my life into the negative  
And I’m sick of being in debt.

#addiction   #drugs   #creative   #prose   #meth   #fiction   #non  

Do not lay, lay in fair repose, sweet angel,
My one true love whose dreams give wing to solemn night
And steer the stars above this swale of ragged wood we call our home.
Arise fair angel!

Hurry! Let us hurry to the peach grove
Before the breath of morn gives harbor to the chatter of birds
And the knells of treacherous commerce call me to my obedience.
Awake from your slumber!

Here in the peach grove,
where the herons drink from the mouth of their reflection
we shall build our quaint crib of cockle burrs & jellybeans
and make love & eat Ben & Jerry's all day without getting fat
& drink Cointreau & order shit we don't need over the Internet.

Here in the peach grove, we shall build our brave new world
where there's real justice and and suicide bombers wake up to a harem full of seventy virgins but their cocks are blown off and they don't eat pussy.

Here in the peach grove where the traffic lights are synchronized and everyday is a four day weekend in a leap year of Sundays
and where there are as many raisin nuts inside the cereal box as there are on the pretty picture on the outside

and where you answer a piece of Nigerian spam mail and actually receive a certified check for 40 million dollars

and where people who drive while using cell phones crash and burn on the second ring (and on the first ring if they're driving an SUV); crash and burn along with the scumbag tailgaters who honk their horns at you the nano second the light turns green

and where gas prices fall to a dollar a gallon but everything's in walking distance anyway all cars have been beaten into ploughshares -- except for Ferraris which are transformed into gelato

and where Martha Stewart goes back to prison and just stays there for life
and where George W. Bush gets fucked in the ass by an escaped Texas Death Row inmate

Hurry with me to the peach grove where the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.


No one ever, no one ever shall dare keep us apart.
Morpheus the chemist, lays murdered; he floats face down
like Ophelia, gurgling obscenities to the fish.
Now, you and I & me and you,
just the four of us
shall lie awake forever & ever & ever,
tweaked, cranked and spun like Rapunzel
until our swirls of dust have righteously mingled
and squarely blackened this howling cunt-eye of a moon.

Please wake up, Angel. Please,

For my related crystal meth pieces please visit:
Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Margarita

Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Ices

Baking Bad Cookbook: Crystal Blue Cheese Coleslaw

Baking Bad: Red-Hot Cajun Crystal Blue Cheese Wings

For my crystal meth junkie piece please visit:
Romeo's Crystal Meth Lullaby (Poetry Slam Audience Favorite)

For my related New Mexico piece please visit:
The True Demographics of Santa Fe

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