120/M/nyc    is this a poem, a cri de coeur, a confession - or a poetpourri of history of a journey tween naissance and

NYC    All Rights Reserved by: Onoma

24/F   

Phoenix   

A man is talking on the telephone behind a glass partition; you cannot hear him, but you see his incomprehensible dumb show: you wonder why …

India, Delhi   

Flourish even in damp, quiet corners

417    "I thought of happy endings, how novelists usually flinched. To admit your characters are doomed means you are too." -Darcey Steinke, Suicide Blonde I'm a …

26/M/Father, Husband, Writer    Wear a mask.

Tennessee   

25/Cis/NORTH LITTLE ROCK AR    “Haec ego non multis (scribo), sed tibi: satis enim magnum alter alteri theatrum sumus."- I am writing this not to many, but to you: certainly …

Philadelphia    Since as long as I can remember my thoughts organized themselves in a somewhat philosophical and by proxy, poetic manner. So this is an outlet …

Alloa    A muller of things, and a ponderer. A paper cutter, part time photographer and wordsmith. A lover of simple things. A finalist in the Poetry …

Legends    Poetry and prose are my form of expression. They give me comfort in darker times. I hope you find

Grimace, gash I'm made of ash And your fire can't Burn me

Philippines/ Jubail, KSA    Hi! I am back again here in Kingdom of Saudi Arabia for work. © Pax 2013 - present...

The night is young and full of rest I can’t describe the way she’s dress’d She’ll pander to some strange requests Anything that you suggest …

im quiet. publicly personal poems