Biography of Miranda Oney
I grew up in many different places. My father was in the Air Force so we moved almost every year. When he finally retired, my family moved to a plot across from my mother's parents. They live there still.
Inspiration comes in many forms for me. It could be from personal experiences, stories form friends, music, books, movies, or whatever may cross my mind in my meditations. I usually write whenever inspiration kicks me in the head.
You can usually find me sitting in the forest in my backyard with my dogs (Romy, Pansy, Remus, & Oriel) and cats (Isis, Gandalf, Evie, Lordi, & Waltari) or with my friend Amy. My dog Jazzi of 15 years died in 2007. Another place I frequent is the local library.
I am planning on moving to Finland after I graduate. The country has always been in my dreams and I am fascinated by the culture. I have some friends in Finland that are teaching the language to me.
Miranda Oney Poems
A Place Of Tears
Crying comes naturally in this house, no tears of joy, but of hate and fear. Screaming engulfs these walls. Pain from the physical attacks,
Taken away is innocence, never to return. Loving heart still intact, but shame and horror set in.
Hungry, So Hungry
Hungry, so hungry. Been a while now. Mommy's so lonely, don't speak of how.
Feel the magic all around, Leaves floating in the air. See the Sprites scamper across the ground without a worry or a care.
White brilliance fills my vision, yet I can still see you. All is deathly quiet, yet I can still hear you.
The Sky Is Crying Today
The sky is crying today. Sadness grips the world, grips even at your cold heart. Frozen by fear, drowning in alcohol,
Sitting, Waiting, on what, I've yet to determine. Life and all its existence passing by, slowly, tediously.
The Words Of Lovers
Lovers quarrel, they fight, they cry. Pain so intense that words are useless. Emotions emitted as beastly sounds, no thoughts, no language, just feelings.
Cries Of The Forgotten
Can you hear the screaming? The tortured helpless cries among the Holy Mountains that rise? Or am I just dreaming?
'Repent Heathen! ' is what They cry, carrying Their torches. No one even wonders why, They just watch from Their porches.
Past Genius, Present Fool
Numbers rumble through my head, equations must be remembered. Tests are something students dread, can't wait til December.
So sorry am I, my dear friend. I fear I led you astray. This really shouldn't be the end. It's hard for me to convey.
Bring peace of mind, dear friend, to this place of silence. We shall finally bring an end to all the pain and violence.
A beautiful rose, sitting somber still, over the heart of the beloved. Such a sight sends up a chill, seeing Love on that bed.
Feel the magic all around,
Leaves floating in the air.
See the Sprites scamper across the ground
without a worry or a care.
Smell the fragrence of the dampened Earth,
moisture gathering where leaves lie.
Hear the faeries sing their mirth
up to the clouds in the sky.
Taste the crispness of the wind