Ronie Dinosaur

Blue sky, green grass, a single red rose- the whole world turned pink because you were in it. Read more from here...

From age 21 to 33 - twelve long years - I kept my body and my heart locked away from any woman. I didn't touch a single girl for twelve years. Now, at 42, I still have no girlfriend, no hand to hold, no voice that calls me hers - never had. I didn’t finish my degree, and I carried the debt of my parents’ favours - debts I had to repay, along with the blame of running away from my obligations. Still, I earned about 300,000 dollars in that time, without anyone investing a dime in me. Childhood vanished into studying for a future I never reached, and most of my youth burned up fulfilling duties that never fed my soul. I walked away from my studies because they no longer served my purpose - books couldn’t give me the emotional intelligence I needed to talk to a girl, to express myself, to be human in the ways that matter. Read more from here...

It begins with the wind teasing the sea into small, reckless waves. I emptied my heart and let the love spill out- a sudden cloudburst, rain given freely to the thirsty earth. You took something irreplaceable Read more from here...

Hey lady, it’s not the size of the heart nor the reach of the mind- people clock the curve of your ass and the snap of skin before anything deeper. So what did Ronie Dinosaur ever win? Read more from here...

I am so poor that in the underworld I live in, when I look up from the very bottom, I can’t even see the poverty line drawn across its sky. Twinkle, twinkle little stars- Read more from here...

A real poor man never knows the value of money- only the value of himself. And yet there comes a time when he doesn’t grasp the full shame of it- he loves, he works for her, and he is also the one who gives her money, Read more from here...

Women don’t respect me. They have the old cattle instinct: they wait for the shepherd’s crook, the clear fence, the decisive voice that says “this way, not that.” I arrive without a staff. Read more from here...

Living without you has been difficult. I keep thinking we could be friends once again. Just as the labourer’s hands grow calloused from honest toil, the cobbler’s fingers learn the secret language of leather and thread, and the student’s mind bends toward mastery through endless repetition- so the whore perfects a craft that looks like desire Read more from here...

I’ve studied enough philosophy to understand the old promise: a man and a woman, once married, become each other’s mirror and witness- each the living proof that the other is not insane, not alone, not condemned to solipsism. I sometimes wonder what kind of people they were whose love was truly met with love; Read more from here...

At the age of forty-two, the proof was always here, and the verdict is in-signed and sealed. Evidence: caught red-handed at 1:30 a.m., 5 December 2025, Read more from here...