Ronie Dinosaur

The Unnamed Gift When you give a gift, do you announce it-This is for you- or do you leave it in the dark and call the receiver thief? Hunger exists. Read more from here...

Love is hunger endured to preserve dignity— not because you cannot take, but because you refuse to break posture. — Ronie Dinosaur Read more from here...

They clock the miles carved in my back, They count the scars across my fists. They see the iron I never lacked In the morning’s cold, relentless mist. They read the words I bled on the page, A philosophy forged in fire, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 127 - What Is Love? A seat in the university lecture hall always saved for me- her Ronie, the only one allowed to sit. She would wait in the room, never calling, never texting, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 103 - Reflection: Love Without Witness I loved you with character. I still do. Love poured from the heart spills as emotion, visible to all. Love from the flesh Read more from here...

Title - Love of a Woman First, hand her the money- crisp notes folded like promises. Then layer attention, love, the slow grind of your own labor in the heat of the act, Read more from here...

What you think, you become. What if I am the real son of a gun- the lucky one? I am no ambassador for bad luck, no role model for a sitting duck. I hold the power to change my world. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 71 - Cruel Intentions In love, there are no secrets. If they still exist in her-and she cannot tell or explain why, even after I ask with my whole heart, again and again-and if it keeps getting worse, then it’s time I accept the truth: she didn’t love me. She loved the way I made her feel special, and even that was ordinary to her. Love that keeps me waiting, that sees me cry in pain and continues to do the same things that hurt me, is not love. It’s clear she thinks love is foolish, and she considers herself smart enough to treat me poorly, even in front of my own eyes. This is not a trust issue, no matter how often she throws that word at me. This is her character. Even after giving her my whole world, she keeps the door open-selling me a dream and delivering a nightmare. I tell her every day that I miss her, even in the space between seconds. She never misses a chance to make me feel unwanted, sometimes even laughing at my misery. That is a choice. Nothing else. She makes excuses for not choosing me. She keeps doing things that make me feel ashamed of the love I give her, while pretending she never takes advantage. She manipulates, dictates, and lectures me-saying love should not be proud or loud-while I stay patient, absorbing everything, still hoping for her love. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 65 - Mixed Martial Arts Section I – Awareness Things change on the screen before I even realize it. I feel the present fully- until memory intrudes. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 61 - Beg for Love Like the shape of a peeled water chestnut, that thing so precious, so rare- for which people bend and kneel, join hands in silent prayer, Read more from here...