Robert Tusitala O'Neill : Writing

Little Place in the Woods

Little Place in the Woods

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


Home can be many things to many people. It can be a place or a state of mind. It can also be many things to the same person!
Ghetto Sunrise

Ghetto Sunrise

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


This is something unusual for me...Brand new. I compose music an lyrics frequently, but this is more of a rap and less of a lyric. Meant to be spoke..
Pickled

Pickled

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


The way some people grow old...
The Greatest Girlfriend I Never Had

The Greatest Girlfriend I Never Had

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


I did, in fact, "have" this girl after writing this poem for her...at least for four years. I have recently lost her again. I would regain her, let ..
Forcing It

Forcing It

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


A short and tossed off little piece I liked the feel of...
The Letter I

The Letter I

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


For those who disagree with my use of the first person, singular nominative case personal pronoun...
Bodysurfer's Prayer

Bodysurfer's Prayer

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


My first new post in awhile...brand new poem. Sorry I have been busy!! Life is complicated sometimes, and this poem goes with that...
A Walking Head

A Walking Head

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


Proof I'm not ALWAYS positive!
Aurorum

Aurorum

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


We see strange lights in the night's skyYou turn to me, a star in each eyeAs we stand among the creaking treesAnd nocturnal animals out on spreesThese..
Deceit

Deceit

A Poem by Robert Tusitala O'Neill


Another one "Live from Writers' Cafe," coming to you fresh from my keyboard! This is another from a DIFFERENT perspective...