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gaius-normanyo
gaius-normanyo
28/M This isn't my bio. My biography is taking its course since I started this as a teen; it's being lived out and such. I'll come here occasionally to get thoughts off my mind when I don't have a pen to jot them down. / Lord, will my future kids read these?
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
Online - 1.0
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
The Lighthouse Keeper
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
Fishing Float
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
Too Much of a Good Thing
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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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
Stargazing
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
I've Got Sunshine On A Cloudy Day
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
Late
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
What's Going On
...filled the void of lost connections tonight by getting trapped in a digital web. ...never felt so isolated. Tom Hanks and Wilson spot me as the tides flow and ebb. ...thought, “It will be okay someday," but I feel the midnight more than anything. ...ended my wallowing now, for I know the hope that morning will bring.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:44 AM UTC
I Have Honestly...