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4d Emric Arthur

David Barr

Truth bares the deepest recesses of her concealed modesties.
Can you feel the resonating equilibrium of tantric sound as we connect across humanitarian divides?
Tears fill my eyes, as I bask in the presence of such elevated humility.
I am grateful for the wisdom of simplicity, as opposed to what may be deemed to be stupidity.
Let us join hands around this circle of cultic agreement.

4d Emric Arthur

You know those tears...

4d Emric Arthur

Sebastian

You know those tears...

You know those tears you get
When you can't stop laughing
Because you don't want to
And they just rest on your cheeks
Until you finish your laughter
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you watch a sad movie
And you feel like the characters are real
Even though they're not
And the tears just rest by your lips
Until the movie is over
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you say goodbye to a friend
And you don't want them to go
But they need to go
And the tears just rest on your chin
Quivering
Until the dust settles
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you walk down the aisle
And everything is perfect
When love is beautiful
And the tears just collect on your eyes
Until you need to blink
And you wipe them away

You know those tears you get
When you remember yesterday
And you wish it were alive again
But it isn’t
And the tears just fall to the ground
They soak into the Earth
And you can't wipe them away

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©Sebastian @http://hellopoetry.com/sebastian/

4d Emric Arthur

The End

4d Emric Arthur

mae kumiko

The End

The end may be near But that's okay.

The end may be near But it's alright.

The end may be near But it's fine.

I expected this day to come.

Not all things must come to an end, And yet, Here I am, a shadow of my former self Amongst the end of all things

In this reality, it may all be over But that's okay.

I wanted this day to come.

a "poem" if you can even call it that, that i wrote after my fiancée died. i wrote it as a suicide note because i didn't know what else to say anymore. there was nothing left to say, nothing important on my mind anymore, besides dying, that is. but it failed and i ended up in a psych ward for 9 months.

#suicide #end #inevitably #selfhate #depression

4d Emric Arthur

Unspoken Farewell

4d Emric Arthur

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Unspoken Farewell

I finally get it.
There's no us.  No chance.  It's over.

And yet...
this stupid heart, it still refuses to let go.
  It keeps clinging to the hope that maybe,

just maybe, things will change.

It's a pointless wait,
I know, a ridiculous clinging to a dream that's already died.

But it's my dream, and it's hard to let go.

It's not just a dream, it was my dream.

5d Emric Arthur

The Shape of Longing

5d Emric Arthur

Pho

The Shape of Longing

I am a kind of Tantalus,
not cursed, only shaped
by some quiet architect
who knew desire as distance.

I speak in the dialect of longing,
show others the soft seams of the world,
the places where love seeps in.
They find it. They bloom.
And I vanish from the frame.

My hands are full of maps
to gardens I do not enter,
my voice a thread
leading them out of the dark
while I remain
woven into it.

I am the echo that guides,
never the name they remember.
A hunger mistaken for wisdom.
A shimmer that flickers
just past the edge of waking.

— The End —