This drug consumes me
Night and day
I'm an addict in every way.
Just the thought of it in my presence
Loosens my nerves and
Drives away the tense.
I love it, I hate it.
What can I say?
It's all up to me to walk away.
Not as easy as it sounds
I can promise you that.
I have a mother and a brother
That will give you the facts.
Mother in prison most of my life,
Manufacturing methamphetamine
And she did her time.
Missing out on her family and kids
Is where she suffered most but
I'm glad she did.
Big brother of mine and
My best friend has been taken
By this same ****** up sin.
Not a day goes by that I don't
Think of him.
Everything is different now
Without him here but yet
I'm following those footsteps
That I truly fear.
This drug is a monster and it grabs
For your soul.
Ripping you limb from limb with
No control.
It changes people.
No matter what the cost,
We still go back when feeling lost.
Methamphetamine is my demon
But I have a soul that's ready
To leave him.
This journey has been a nightmare
With happiness at times.
Listen to my words for I do not lie.
-Katheryn Graham

He is from fields, endless prairies
runs with buffalo on the Oklahoma plains
all of nature runs through him
restless as a river, he is winding
weaving, fording the depths of soul
masterful, he spends days exploring the outer lands
his hands must be winter leather worn, and warm
in Spring he gathers flowers for his lady's home
sees her essence in sky blue clouds
wanders the salt creek way back home
or sometimes lost in the wild hills
he may lay all the day, watching shadows fall
the wane of sun that melts into moon
or watching storms in gradient greys
windy skies sway with darkest rain
he is soaking in all that he can hold
all of nature transforms his soul
his words are woven - spun gold
sublime, are his poems
to behold.