gaius-normanyo - Hello Poetry

Despite their intentions, People rarely notice when I'm on the line Seen in their mentions, Giving so much of myself and time

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Jan 12, 2019

Jan 12, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC

gaius-normanyo

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Despite their intentions, People rarely notice when I'm on the line Seen in their mentions, Giving so much of myself and time

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Lighthouse keeper by the shore, watching life pass he did the most Eyeing ships, so bright and lively, that would sail near his post 'Til one fateful night one ship seemed to be set ablaze Gravitating toward the sight that was a rarity in all his days One door he swung open, leaving his beacon, bolting downstairs Of peril and risk, he cared not; to him they seemed like minor fares Fiery reflections undulated from afar as the keeper dashed to shore Yanking his rowboat into the water, he paddled toward the source Opening his eyes truly, he awoke to hands without a single oar Under a guise he would man his post distractedly in the night Realizing that the ship was a dream, he turned around to a fright Precariously placed lanterns had fallen, shattering as he slept And flames began to claim his home and post, as if collecting a debt Sleep walking had moved him to the shore, by grace he was alive The lighthouse keeper would rebuild, but this time he would thrive

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Jul 11, 2017

Jul 11, 2017 at 1:39 PM UTC

gaius-normanyo

The Lighthouse Keeper

Lighthouse keeper by the shore, watching life pass he did the most Eyeing ships, so bright and lively, that would sail near his post 'Til one fateful night one ship seemed to be set ablaze Gravitating toward the sight that was a rarity in all his days One door he swung open, leaving his beacon, bolting downstairs Of peril and risk, he cared not; to him they seemed like minor fares Fiery reflections undulated from afar as the keeper dashed to shore Yanking his rowboat into the water, he paddled toward the source Opening his eyes truly, he awoke to hands without a single oar Under a guise he would man his post distractedly in the night Realizing that the ship was a dream, he turned around to a fright Precariously placed lanterns had fallen, shattering as he slept And flames began to claim his home and post, as if collecting a debt Sleep walking had moved him to the shore, by grace he was alive The lighthouse keeper would rebuild, but this time he would thrive

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I think it means something when you crave to speak to someone when the world is silent, When the stars are bright & there isn't much to do. I think it means something that you own my thoughts, that to hug you feels like holding my dreams, that I wake up to many notifications & I just hope one of them is from you. I think it means something that I can see how special you are, that I can see your unparalleled beauty exudes much deeper than just physical attraction. I think it means something that I can see what you have to offer & what you deserve. Stars sing about angels like you, poets they write about you at 5am & you deserve to be loved overwhelmingly beyond levels of satisfaction.

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Jun 20, 2017

Jun 20, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC

Pluck

Who would you text at 5am?

I think it means something when you crave to speak to someone when the world is silent, When the stars are bright & there isn't much to do. I think it means something that you own my thoughts, that to hug you feels like holding my dreams, that I wake up to many notifications & I just hope one of them is from you. I think it means something that I can see how special you are, that I can see your unparalleled beauty exudes much deeper than just physical attraction. I think it means something that I can see what you have to offer & what you deserve. Stars sing about angels like you, poets they write about you at 5am & you deserve to be loved overwhelmingly beyond levels of satisfaction.

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I do not want to be a fishing float adrift on the waters of existence, allowing myself to accept stagnation, bobbing ever buoyant to the ebb and flow of the mundane. Reel me in and cast me again into living waters. Wash away doubts and anxiety — the fears that snag my line, my vexation. Give me peaceful rest in fresh water that is replenished by Your rain.

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC

gaius-normanyo

Fishing Float

I do not want to be a fishing float adrift on the waters of existence, allowing myself to accept stagnation, bobbing ever buoyant to the ebb and flow of the mundane. Reel me in and cast me again into living waters. Wash away doubts and anxiety — the fears that snag my line, my vexation. Give me peaceful rest in fresh water that is replenished by Your rain.

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At times it seems like I feel too much Think, love, and care Further than any other would dare But thank you Lord I would not be who I am if I did not

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Feb 23, 2017

Feb 23, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC

gaius-normanyo

Too Much of a Good Thing

At times it seems like I feel too much Think, love, and care Further than any other would dare But thank you Lord I would not be who I am if I did not

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Mom and Pops, thank you for coming together Mom, especially for pushing through, you weathered The trimesters, pain, and uncertainty Pops did not pass out, he tried earnestly Here I am today to thank You for grace Your example is to what I strive for and chase While I attempt to follow heavenly steps, not quite perfectly I will continue cherish the life given to me, eternally

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC

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Mom and Pops, thank you for coming together Mom, especially for pushing through, you weathered The trimesters, pain, and uncertainty Pops did not pass out, he tried earnestly Here I am today to thank You for grace Your example is to what I strive for and chase While I attempt to follow heavenly steps, not quite perfectly I will continue cherish the life given to me, eternally

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If you can, take a moment to really look at the stars tonight. Get lost in the beauty of it all. Each twinkling lights bursting through an expansive darkness, Every constellation in your mind's eye, Was put there for you to gaze in awe and wonder. If you can, inhale that moment Before it takes your breath away.

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Jan 25, 2017

Jan 25, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC

gaius-normanyo

Stargazing

If you can, take a moment to really look at the stars tonight. Get lost in the beauty of it all. Each twinkling lights bursting through an expansive darkness, Every constellation in your mind's eye, Was put there for you to gaze in awe and wonder. If you can, inhale that moment Before it takes your breath away.

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I love when the sun just breaks through morning storm clouds Like His artful hand painting the darkness away Or a father turning on the lights “You see, the bogeymen are gone."

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Jan 13, 2017

Jan 13, 2017 at 6:56 AM UTC

gaius-normanyo

I've Got Sunshine On A Cloudy Day

I love when the sun just breaks through morning storm clouds Like His artful hand painting the darkness away Or a father turning on the lights “You see, the bogeymen are gone."

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I arrived too late to love, Yet got there just in time to see it pass me by. “Bye." I can never say it. I never let go. I don't know if I ever will. Will power. I need more before lethargy sets and turns me upside down. Down. An All Time Low. A record on the lowest point, but I know it gets better. Better off getting it out than it rattling in my brain this late. Late... I arrived at the conclusion that it will never be too late to love.

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Dec 17, 2016

Dec 17, 2016 at 1:01 AM UTC

gaius-normanyo

Late

I arrived too late to love, Yet got there just in time to see it pass me by. “Bye." I can never say it. I never let go. I don't know if I ever will. Will power. I need more before lethargy sets and turns me upside down. Down. An All Time Low. A record on the lowest point, but I know it gets better. Better off getting it out than it rattling in my brain this late. Late... I arrived at the conclusion that it will never be too late to love.

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Bumping Marvin Gaye at the light Mind like an engine constantly on the run Confused stares through an open window “What age is this ***** headed young man from?"

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Nov 19, 2016

Nov 19, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC

gaius-normanyo

What's Going On

Bumping Marvin Gaye at the light Mind like an engine constantly on the run Confused stares through an open window “What age is this ***** headed young man from?"

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