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Shamas Hereth Sep 2014
Never* judge a book by its cover,
but *always
a man by his penmanship.
  Sep 2014 Shamas Hereth
Nick Summit
Nothing to see, so I'll stop looking
Nothing to say, so I'll stop talking
Nothing to hear, so I'll stop listening
Nothing to do, but I'll keep thinking
Always thinking
About everything here, in this world
About everything up, in this sky
About everything done, in this life
About everything except, nothing
Never nothing
Shamas Hereth Sep 2014
Toss them into the pit!

That babbling **** who twitches
on the side of the local gas station,
who talks
as if he had company!

The girl with obvious scars
across her thighs and arms,
it's her fault for not seeking help;
she does this to herself!

Freak! who writes poetry
and speaks with words
that force me to pick up
effort and a dictionary!

*****! he is not a man, not even to his
lover, he makes her feel respected and
on equal plane! he even fights
for gay rights, for the animals near-extinct!

Let the helpless and the helpful,
the hopeless and the hopeful
suffer, not by
each other,
but
by
themselves.

And we, with years of
practice, of
earned
ignorance
can enjoy the scene
from the tops of
our immoral high horses.
Warning: I do not align my beliefs with the words of the narrator.
Shamas Hereth Sep 2014
I think, often. Maybe too often.
I think you're scared of me.
I think you're skeptical of the good in things.
And up until you met me, I know you've had every reason to be.

I think we're all monsters, and that humanity is history's great facade.
I think we're all scrambling to find salvation.
And I think I've found mine in pen strokes dedicated to you.

I think, I think, I think...
And with you no longer by my side, I always will think.
Excerpts from a Letter I wrote to a young lady. Edited to set a different tone.
Shamas Hereth Sep 2014
When someone you love begs you to leave.

Creating a tsunami with the skips of a pebble.

The second before every mistake.
The seconds within every moment.
The second after every made-memory.

Empty chairs at empty tables.

The realization that we're all sets of stories.

How to justify wrinkles underneath the eyes.

A *****.

The most valuable good.
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