There's a beauty in the ocean,
Like nothing else.
A deep feeling,
An echoing dark.
There's a feeling of foundation,
Like the marble columns of old.
A strength within the storm,
An arm refusing to strike back.

Abbott J Hardison
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I think I disappoint my family,
Every time I Be abbreviating my middle name.
                       u
                       t
At least I'm working to get my name known,
So when I sign 'J.' people will wonder what it is.

Go to where
poetry is aroused
that's where misery
drinks with company
and over-thinking
smokes with assumptions

That's where the heart
over-fills drinks
to the brim
with
"is this right?"

and wets papers
with poetry
that questions
its creator

You would think I’d learn my lesson on how I make you feel..
You would think I’d give you the space you need
You would  think id take this real.
You would think I’d hear you the first time
When you said I would never be replaced.
But as it appears right now
I think I am such a disgrace.
You would think I’d think more about how what I say makes you feel.
Obviously, I’m not very smart.
I don't seem to pick up on hints; it's not one of my strengths.
But it seems I am now someone you might soon forget.
I can’t believe I’ve made you back away from me
I feel the space between us is too hard to bare
I feel like im losing my best friend
And it’s all my fault, but its not fair.
I apologize for all my aggravating  obsessive charades.
I truly always wish you the best in everything you do.
I never wish you any harm
How could I stand to see my best friend be so numb.
The thought of you alone really makes me sick
I wish I wasn’t such a nuisance, and you would let me back in
Please don’t block me out. Please let me be your friend.
I promise to be there for you, as I said before.
I pray to God above for what is troubling you,
whether it’s me or something else.
I pray for the smothering feeling to be soon released.
Please don’t close the door on us;
I promise I'll let you breathe. I just need you to answer and tell me to stop.
I need you to set some boundaries for me not to cross.
I'm comfortable with you. That's why I talk so much.
But I hate feeling like im nagging and hanging on you like your my crutch
Please don’t give up on me.

I'm in the ocean,
I'm in the land.
For I reside in the feeble mind of man,
And all it takes for me to spread,
Is the fingers curling in a man's hand.
Who am I?

The reason for existence, I don’t know,
For life I am already tired.
From so much disdain to find,
In a gaze, the judging.

I move forward, between encounters
And life's disconnections,
Waiting for someone,
Who, in solidarity, understands me,
Without judgment, but with joy,
For the simple feeling of another.

The feeling is uncertain, fickle,
Reason, many times, certain
Until the opposite becomes clear,
Thus, we know little,
Except what is likely.
And we move forward, waiting,
To discover the improbable,
In the sighs and existences of others.

Do You feel it in your heart -
a lot of love and happiness,
You can see it from the start
of the holidays more or less.

- Tarmo Selter -
2024