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[aid] => mick
[title] => It Was Like Talking To a Brick Wall
[time] => 2019-07-08 02:39:03
[hometext] => This is a true poem about my late cousin and friend
[bodytext] => Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn/'/t listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn/'/t cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should/'/ve showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should/'/ve been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die.
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It Was Like Talking To a Brick Wall
Contributed by
randyjohnson
on
Monday, 8th July 2019 @ 02:39:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Talking to you was always a waste of time, you didn/'/t listen at all.
Talking to you was worthless, it was like talking to a brick wall.
I showed you a movie about a young boy who took drugs and then drowned in the swimming pool.
I thought it would scare you into stopping your drug use but you laughed instead, that wasn/'/t cool.
Many years ago when my brother was at your house when we were young,
you used something that made you cough up black stuff out of your lungs.
That should/'/ve showed you how bad and dangerous drugs are, it should/'/ve been a wake up call.
But you continued to do drugs, talking to you was a dumb idea, it was like talking to a brick wall.
You would use any drug that people would give you if they said it would get you high.
You got your hands on the wrong stuff and your luck ran out, and it caused you to die.
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randyjohnson
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2019-07-08 02:39:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: It Was Like Talking To a Brick Wall
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 8th July 2019 @ 04:36:37 AM AEST (User
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you are a gifted story teller or sort.
But this one sounds true, and it reminds
me of my own youth.
So a very cool kid I knew who I grew up with
was by his very nature of appropriate cool stature,
he was kind, he was bold, all the girls thought he
was gold.
But he was into drugs, and he was also kind of sad.
He somehow had no one to confide in.
He lost his young life by driving off a cliff.
He was a great guy, he was cool, back then,
I thought he was the mellowest of mellow.
He would like you even if you weren/'/t popular,
And he would hang out with you, and be
your best friend even.
Everybody liked him. He came from a broken
family, but never showed it.
And I miss him a lot.
That was like 45 years ago.
Your poem reminded me of my
good friend Clyde.
Peace! |
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