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The Other Side of Rain by Norman Duenas

Let the rain drench your soul Until it’s completely full Let the darkness spill out Until the stars reach the night Beyond the rain it is bright There is life without a doubt.

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This, yes please. Beautiful work by @normanduenas.⁣ .⁣ "High on Life. Like a grey garden, your eyes Bloom beneath the broken skies, A warden of the dreams you carry Painstakingly, you never seem weary Watering yourself with cries. Gracefully, the moves you make In life, despite the troubling wake, You soar ahead of the pack Arresting clouds, you never look back Flowers forming your quiet ache."⁣ .⁣ .⁣ .⁣ posted on Instagram - https://instagr.am/p/CErYTaQAHTn/

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Ponder Until You Lose Yourself  by Norman Duenas I saw nothing but darkness I heard nothing but silence I was lost in my thoughts Navigating the unknown To find out who I am. 

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Just See Me Through by Norman Duenas

I broke reality. My dreams are all but delayed Or the darkness lost them With me. I’m in a lull, Deceiving of calmness, But I’ll wander around Before returning To the reality That broke me.

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Contemplation of Time by Norman Duenas

Every morning I would take a stroll Down by the river To unwind. I happened upon An abandoned boat One day With both the paddles Nowhere to be found. I searched and searched With no such luck It had been a whole day When I noticed It was dark out. With the full moon Guiding my futile quest I continued a bit more, But I was ready To take a much needed rest. And I realized I had been Fatigued for sometime, With just the river rushing, Soothing my body and mind; The only reason I kept returning Is to hear its sound. And I realized at that moment That the boat with no paddles Had always been there I didn’t care for it Until that day Because I wanted a reminder That it was not meant For anyone. I wanted to remember That I grew up, A wish I had When I was young. For the Time’s job Is to flow indefinitely, Without its hands To paddle back To where it’s from, To remind us that It’s only meant to be observed As we continue The stroll back home.

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Farther Away Than Tomorrow by Norman Duenas

It was all but dead A memory disappearing On its way to oblivion Fleeting, a blur I stood still Above the world Of my own creation Gazing at a far distant Dream I’ve had It was a list of things I wanted, some crossed off Others left untouched It was Yesterday Seemed like a while ago Clinging to my awakened self.

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Free Time by Norman Duenas

My eyes carry the heaviness Of those ticking hands As they drag memories Out of my mind Often muddling thoughts And thrusting guilt As my misery makes you sing. I never once want regrets For things carried on in the past, Though there’s always a reminder Of your presence. What reason could there be To long for your unending journey? While you’ve done as you please, Even begging to slow down Won’t accomplish anything To surpass your progress. And to run a whole lifetime Until this body finally breaks down Seems to be the only solution To this problem of mine. If only those striking hands Couldn’t hold my existence hostage, I would have never been obsessed With finding my happiness Beyond this cage of a world.

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The Overthinker by Norman Duenas To be present in reality, Encapsulated In flesh and bones Concurrently, To be nowhere But inside As a ponderer Of things Not yet known. Impossibilities Swirling to ascend Outside Of its familiar, Complicated world To dare be open To criticism and The hatred From the other self And everyone else Lingering, Analyzing Every aspect Of being. The fear Of betrayal And failure Or that all Is for naught. It is perhaps Just overthinking. Or perhaps not, Who knows.