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Gaius Normanyo Apr 2020
We don't fight each other,
but rather have broken times shared together
A hung up call without a said reason or rhyme
hurts my loving heart that explains why
when I have to do the same
because I don't want to be distant, I tell the purpose for the times
Need to be up and alert by 6 but we're still
Talking near 2
I'd much rather be near you

Broken times, while they hurt
aren't an obstacle that can't be hurdle with a chat
In fact, I bless the split moments that
Make me pray even harder
Father, you know the gift you have for us
“Trust in the Lord and lean not unto your own understanding
In in ALL your ways acknowledge Him..."
Songs sung to our Heavenly One
Your songs sung, you're a heavenly dove
Flying as the clouds break, a sunny day
My sunny day
We don't fight each other
We love and fight for our love
Just as He fought for us
Caffeine + broken sleep schedules during quarantine = our need for growth  
4/10/20 2am-ish
Gaius Normanyo Jan 2020
Good morning to my love, so beautiful
a blessing to all you meet
Every chance you get to be musical
is a moment I find to be sweet

Good morning to my love, so caring
you think about everything most don't
The Lord lifts the weight you are bearing
and I'll support you when your legs won't

Good morning to my love, I love you
and cherish every moment we're sharing
Yes, I'm thankful for all we'll go through
and may God bless our wonderful pairing
Only you, my delightful Dae
12/3/20, 5:15 AM - 7:41 AM (I think I drifted off lol)
Gaius Normanyo May 2019
You are my cookies 'n cream
but I melt in your arms
as if the warmth I feel were not enough

A late spring's dream
A storm of reassurance drowns
all doubts of my love

Blossoming, they can be seen
sprouting tears only of joy
Dew ascends effortlessly, shining heavens' alight
Late 10:50ish PM, 5/7/19 - 11:19 PM 5/7/19
You know I should be sleeping, but I made this for
<3 you.
I can rest now.
Gaius Normanyo Jan 2019
Despite their intentions,
People rarely notice when I'm on the line
Seen in their mentions,
Giving so much of myself and time
Gaius Normanyo Jul 2017
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
7-11-17 (Oh look, a palindrome date! I should book it to 7-11 for a Slurpee when I leave campus...)
It's an acrostic poem, so I hope you get the message.
The theme of this poem, the abandoned lighthouse, has been on my mind for at least three months, but I had not put pen to paper until 7-10-17. While initially thinking of the idea, I had planned to have the lighthouse burn with no conclusion of rebuilding, but in recent weeks I realized that had come from my past state of depression. I'm now starting a renewed life through God's grace and I knew I had to fix that today when I finally wrote and typed the poem out, although it did take four drafts to make something so simple.
Gaius Normanyo Mar 2017
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.
10:45 PM, 3/14/17
Inspired by a lakeside photography escape after class, the fishers that I met, and the following verses.
John 4:14
Matthew 4:19
Isaiah 45:8
Check them out sometime.
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