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Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 97 — Reflection: Misfired

Posted 5 months ago under DINOSAUR, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: Artist vs Man, Branded Useless, College Memories, coming-of-age, Confessional, Consent Culture, desire, Disconnection, emotional intelligence, Emotional Void, Four Years of College, Fragmented Love, Heartbreak, Helipad Metaphor, High Character, Hourglass, Human Connection, identity, Integrity, Interior Monologue, Intimacy., justice, Literary Grit, Lust Train, Lust vs Love, Male Consent, male vulnerability, masculinity, Mirroring, Misfired, Misunderstood Men, Modern Dating, modern-poetry, Narrative Poetry, philosophical poetry, Psychological realism, Psychological Warfare, raw emotion, rejection, Resonance., respect, restraint, Ronie Dinosaur, self-knowledge, Self-Reflexive, Sexual Ethics, The Artist’s Voice, The Long Game, trauma.

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 97 — Reflection: Misfired I was afraid-
how do I cup her face in my hands
and whisper, Stay quiet. 
Let me admire what I have.
She pressed closer. Read more from here...

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Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 23 – Ulubulu lulu

Posted 6 months ago under DINOSAUR Tagged: Absence, Bastard, Belong, blame, Choice, Crossroads, Decisions, fear, Impulse, Integrity, Isolation, justice, monumental, Motherhood, Negation, Refusal, regret, Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 23, Shrinks, Slipped, snake, swagger, Ulubulu lulu, Unsupport, victory, Whole, Zoo.

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 23 - Ulubulu lulu
Neither sunlight came,
nor shade.
Neither Shiva,
nor Buddha.
Neither ghost, Read more from here...

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Lost Information – version 3

Posted 7 months ago under DINOSAUR Tagged: baba bengali, billion, blacksmith, character, dreamed, electron, fear of failure, first sight, flood, fragment, justice, love at first sight, matter, mirror, photon, potter, proton, spella, sweetheart, thimbleful, ticking, totka, trouble, whisper.

She took something from me at first sight-
a thing she never gave.
I dreamed of spells,
Bengali babas murmuring totkas over guttering oil lamps,
of coaxing the vanished fragment home
or at least lulling its ghost to silence. Read more from here...

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