In life, always measure twice and cut once.

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~©~ Protected & never neglected.
{2000 ~ 2017)

as humans please always take your time and think out your decisions not a soul in the world can rush your thought process.

sexual­ assault
hate crimes

just something i thought about
J Klein 2d

This poem will not rhyme at all
No, not even a little bit
I'll just jot the words down as they fall-
Noooooo! I can't do this sh$t!

Get it together klein
Try it again
Everything will be fi-- OK
Just write something, man

The story of my life
And a fitting write to celebrate my 100th poem written since I joined the hepo family in early November!
Quinn 2d

Dear Hair,
I'm sorry for turning you grey and white with my stress.

Dear Brain,
I'm sorry for all the depressing thoughts and worries.

Dear Eyes,
I'm sorry for drowning you in the tears from my breakdowns.

Dear Mouth,
I'm sorry for all the kind lies and obscene truths I made you say.

Dear Neck,
I'm sorry for the red marks caused by the ropes I've tied around you.

Dear Shoulders,
I'm sorry for making you carry the weight of the world.

Dear Arms,
I'm sorry for the short, painful, cuts, causing the blood to pour out.

Dear Hands,
I'm sorry for making you drag razors, scissors, and blades across my body.

Dear Heart,
I'm sorry for breaking you up into microscopic shards.

Dear Stomach,
I'm sorry for all the butterflies from the thoughts of him.

Dear Feet,
I'm sorry for all the problems I made you run away from.

Dear Dreams,
I'm sorry I had to crush you for the sake of making others happy.

Dear Feelings,
I'm sorry for trying to erase you from my life.

Dear Friends,
I'm sorry that I've been doing such a bad job at keeping my mask on.

Dear Family,
I'm sorry for being a disappointment.

Dear World,
I'm sorry that I had to pain you with my existence.

And lastly,

Dear M,
I'm sorry that you have to go through so much without me by your side.

If M is reading this (They know who they are) I'm so sorry that I never tell you what's going on in my life, or that I push you to tell me what's wrong. I just want to help, but I can't help feeling like I'm making things worse. I love you to the moon and back, forever and always. Please, never forget that.

Absence doesn't always make the heart grow fonder
Sometimes it makes it forget
And what doesn't kill you doesn't always make you stronger
Sometimes it tears you apart with regret

Mirza 4d

You know how great it is to make you joyful?
And to touch the highest peak of mountain,
To gain years from life which worth living,
Without any quarrel or not fighting

You know how great it is to be courageous?
To admit everything that you are afraid
To be surrounded by poems and pages,
Outfacing the life which of nonsense was made

You know how great it is to forget the death?
To neglect everything making you kneel
Once you were angry at what it was called,
But love would be a bauble as against what I feel

You know how great it is to surpass yourself?
To rise again before the absurdity of life
To feel heaven and hell even to their grains,
To embrace your own god and innermost drive
... You don't know how hard it is to be aborted
When you're stumbling at the top of a console
When you're numb and your vision's distorted,
You're about to fall, losing hardly gained control

You don't know how hard it is when everything hurts,
When all silly meanings and happenings torture
When you are betrayed by the 'forgiver god',
However, you speak about something called 'virtue'

You don't know how hard it is to be all alone
Like one day you will lie in your freezing grave,
Knowing that a happy life is impossible,
Just trying to be only powerful and brave

You don't know how hard it is to be recondite,
Every time to face the clash of dimensions
Meanwhile, “to walk in your shoes” to be fair
And be surrounded by myself in various versions

Do you really want to keep reading of my regret?
I doubt you like it.

I wanted to stop her.
She was always so happy and i never suspected a thing.
She was always so loud.
And would say stupid things.
But that's what i loved her for.

I knew something was wrong when she got quiet.
I tried to ask her what was wrong but she would just smile.
She would have a sad smile and say she was happy.
I never pressed her because she didn’t like it.
She always said she would be okay.

We got in a fight not too long ago.
She said she never wanted to see me again.
And i said the same.
You ran away crying.
And i walked away and never looked back.

And a month later i found you dead.
It was my fault.
I saw you crying.
You stopped talking.
Stayed alone
Kept to yourself.

I don’t think i can ever forgive myself.
I didn’t want this to happen.
I came to fix everything only to find out it was to broken.

We were to broken.

I’m sorry for what i did to you.

I will never forgive myself.

I just can’t.

i am still going with this story arch. it is very dark, but that is what is easily coming to me right now.
if any of you got a good reading voice, please send a video of you , a friend, or anything with this poem.
Marie 5d

She echoes in his room
In the way only the empty ones can

Long after she's gone

And maybe she was never really there
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