Joyan Jomond[JoyanJomond]

City of Residence: Paris
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Waiting for tomorrow :
Poetry 2008-06-22 (5188 -1 hits)

No time today :
Prose 2008-06-22 (4454 -1 hits)

Me and my pussycat :
Poetry 2006-04-01 (3877 -1 hits)

The ride to rise :
Poetry 2006-04-01 (3732 -1 hits)

Drop a line :
Poetry 2006-03-29 (3781 -1 hits)

A long while :
Poetry 2006-03-29 (3717 -1 hits)

Heartrending partings :
Poetry 2006-03-29 (3780 -1 hits)

Be the man :
Poetry 2006-03-29 (3560 -1 hits)

Tears of joy :
Poetry 2006-03-29 (3561 -1 hits)

Spring-like lovers :
Poetry 2006-03-26 (3498 -1 hits)

A boy from nowhere :
Prose 2005-09-04 (3967 -1 hits)

The blind hand of love :
Prose 2005-09-04 (3955 -1 hits)

Three months :
Prose 2005-09-02 (3788 -1 hits)

Like every day :
Poetry 2005-08-23 (6368 -1 hits)

Heart of women :
Poetry 2005-05-14 (4277 -1 hits)

Dawn dusk :
Poetry 2005-05-14 (3899 -1 hits)

My sweetest dreams :
Poetry 2005-04-25 (3618 -1 hits)

Abstract :
Poetry 2005-04-25 (4871 -1 hits)

To hope once again :
Poetry 2005-04-25 (4602 -1 hits)

Little lily flower :
Poetry 2005-04-25 (4014 -1 hits)

Where your heart goes,where your faith lies :
Poetry 2005-04-20 (5390 -1 hits)

Wanderings :
Poetry 2005-04-19 (3776 -1 hits)

Deprived of dreams :
Poetry 2005-04-19 (3784 -1 hits)

Relieves :
Poetry 2005-04-19 (3924 -1 hits)

Father,mother :
Poetry 2005-04-19 (3746 -1 hits)

Who i am :
Poetry 2005-04-19 (3699 -1 hits)

Field of innocence :
Poetry 2005-04-19 (3673 -1 hits)

Dishes, draughts, cleared :
Poetry 2005-04-18 (3050 -1 hits)

Biography Joyan Jomond

My creed
"I think, I tell you and let you think about my talk”
Student in bachelor of commerce
"Released on bail" after two years spent "in jail"
(I meant business school)

I did not come to poetry by chance
like most people would say
the Muse knocks at my door
The minute after I had heard it, I answered it,


The Muse met me when I was walking
in the house of darkness
and set me free when it lighted a candle up
that would show me the right way
to do what I got to do into this bleeding world.

My own quotes

Writing,
inner voice which speaks out of mind and draws lines,
Poetry,
chemistry of burning feeling giving
to words a tremendous meaning,
Plagiarism,
you can be talented without getting awards
but you cannot deserve anyone's talent and be rewarded for it.