Oana Micu[Roddickutza]

City of Residence: Bucharest
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Still me... : Never lose yourself
Poetry 2018-09-13 (23 hits)

In a blink of an eye : To my daughter
Poetry 2018-06-22 (196 hits)

A moment of silence : Let go of the past
Poetry 2018-04-25 (253 hits)

Defined : Self-definition
Poetry 2018-02-16 (388 hits)

I hate birthdays! : Based on a true story
Prose 2018-01-28 (430 hits)

Love me love : To my soulmate
Poetry 2018-01-25 (478 hits)

Will you come tonight? : Inspired by an elevator ride
Prose 2018-01-22 (452 hits)

A walk in the park : Dreamed poem
Poetry 2018-01-06 (455 hits)

Lost and found : Inspired by a full moon
Poetry 2018-01-01 (485 hits)

Dream or memory : 08.12.2017
Prose 2018-01-01 (497 hits)

Dare to love : Crush
Poetry 2017-12-27 (614 hits)

Painting is therapy : Passion
Poetry 2017-12-23 (456 hits)

Short thought :
Poetry 2017-12-21 (489 hits)

Demons : Accept your demons
Poetry 2017-12-05 (937 hits)

Free Spirit :
Poetry 2017-11-30 (621 hits)

I am a tree : Life is transient
Poetry 2017-11-30 (867 hits)

Bucket List :
Poetry 2017-11-27 (535 hits)

Fairytale :
Poetry 2017-11-21 (554 hits)

It's a girl! :
Poetry 2017-08-02 (673 hits)

I am a bird : I believe I can fly
Poetry 2017-06-19 (626 hits)

Sweet Pain :
Poetry 2013-01-29 (763 hits)

Life Goes On? : To my Father
Poetry 2012-05-14 (1806 hits)
Workshop Only

Ghost of the past :
Poetry 2012-05-04 (1483 hits)

Thoughts :
Poetry 2012-05-03 (2722 hits)

I have your blue eyes : To my father
Poetry 2010-11-01 (2695 hits)
Workshop Only

A picture in an album... :
Poetry 2010-10-28 (1877 hits)
Workshop Only

The Last Goodbye : To my Father
Poetry 2010-08-30 (2299 hits)

6 senses :
Poetry 2010-06-21 (2211 hits)

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Biography Oana Micu

I am no poet,
Poetry is my shelter
When I am walking through a storm,
I am no writer,
Writing is my invisible friend
The one I always turn to
When the burden gets too heavy
I am no poet,
Poetry is my best companion
The one that never judges my way of thinking
No...I am no writer,
Writing is my therapy!