Gaius Normanyo

Gaius Normanyo Sep 2016

I once wondered if I would ever have a Bryson Tiller moment...
That “I'm back and I'm better" vibe.
In hindsight, I think, “Wait, I've woken up every morning, right?
Shouldn't I start by thanking God that I'm even alive?"

“Tomorrow never comes", some say.
“Live everyday like it's your last."
Well I agree that we live in today,
But I will not let my future regret its past.

Take every mistake, every moment you wish that was not,
And look at it in a different light.
If you had not walked down that path
You could have suffered a more dangerous plight.

At times its the decisions we don't make that matter most,
For they shape what could have been.
What's more important is whether what was not
Would have been a blessing or a sin.

11:59 PM, 9/4/16 - 1:16 AM, 9/5/16
Maybe I have been dancing to “Don't" on replay way too much today.
Maybe I watched X-Men: Days of Future Past too.
Who knows?

#regret #future #alive #past #mistake #reflection #resolve

Aug 2016

Eden Wheeler

Venice

She walks down the gravel road
looking into the crisp burning sun
hearing the blue blushing waves
rolling from the gulf to the Florida shore

//EW

Gaius Normanyo Aug 2016

Melatonin

I wish I had melatonin to match my melanin.
Dark waves of sleep for a weary body.
It would wash over me in a calming tide.
Cleanse my body and reset my mind.

But where is that tide of rest?
Did it ebb away when I thought it would flow?
It will come soon enough, but I must be patient.
I must not try.
If I do, I will certainly fail and drown in a cognizant current.

Sleep will probably be the only story of effortless success I get tell to my children.
“Kids... I slept once. Like a baby. It was the summer of '16 and it was utterly forgettable", I'll say.

But that story must be for some other day.

12:20 AM - 2:23 AM, 8/21/16

#sleep #dark #story #ocean #waves

Aug 2016

katie

Exhale

I wonder if God
    sees our numbered
breaths, how many
   have been & how
many are left,
millions of digits
    shifting above
our heads;
the old woman
on the park bench
        with just 500 left.
The jogger with 100
   between now &
        tonight when he
will exhale
     for a final time.
I should scale mountains,
         stare at the sun
make my amount
  count, every last one.

Gaius Normanyo Aug 2016

Open Book

I am an open book, yet not a long one.
However, I seem to not be easily read.

I am not tucked into a nook or cranny, but know some
Sticky pages should be pried to see inside my head.

At times, I feel like a journal of dreams,
Scrawled into and left beside a bed.

My cover, it alternates, older and sewn with intricate seams.
My author is only He who bled.

Do I have a title?
No, yet I was named with a purpose.

It would be unfortunate to find me an eyeful,
And stop when you have yet to scratch the surface.

I can only pray for my pages to add
Substantially to my true story.

To see experiences passed down to younger ages, I would be glad,
To share true wisdom before I am in glory.

I am an open book, but certainly not a long one
I want to share love any way possible and be blessing

Either a single work or in volumes, how ever it is done
It should be one that only adds to life, never lessening.

11:50ish PM, 8/13/16 - 11:26 PM, 8/14/16

#self #life #story #book #reflection #open

Gaius Normanyo Aug 2016

To Miss...

To miss your smile is amazing.

To miss your face is beautiful.

To miss the unmistakable feeling of your pulse as our hands intertwine...

And to feel it even when we let go?

Bliss.

12:41 AM, 8/9/16

#love #heart #pulse #yearn

Jul 2016

JRF

Colour Blind

Colour Blind

I don't see the colour of your skin.

I see
the colour of your heart.

Is it dark and putrid or
is it the color of a soft and lilting tune?
Is it filled with warm tones,
or cold?
Hues of ice and snow,
or gold?

Do you give or take?
Do you love or hate?

I don't see race or faith,
I just see you-
your energy, your words, your actions.

I see you; I just simply
see you.

The news is getting to me. Let's all just love and be loved.
Every one of us deserves love and kindness. Every single one of us.
By Jennifer R Fay Copyright 2016