Ronie Dinosaur

Health No status, no money, no love— no wild fantasy to run loose and soothe the wound poverty carved. When nothing remains—no luck, no family, no status, no money, no love— Read more from here...

Discipline This is my entire job profile-poor thing. Alone, I probed the wound: what happened, why- tears soaked my own shoulder. Yet I scorned the sniffle as childish for a man forged in character. Read more from here...

Claim (24 years ago, in 28 February 2002) Those which came and will come for years Are all the same clouds, Which rain and rain again. In a way, the world might have changed, But nothing has changed on this side of the window. Read more from here...

Title: Ronie iz BaD [Verse 1] Nowhere am I caught red-handed. My being has attempted such suicide. Is there any meaning in a dog’s bark thumping my red electrical heart, Read more from here...

Anyways A god endured thousands of years in exile, drowned in grief-yet, sweetheart, he feared neither death nor darkness Read more from here...

Sorcery I came back having lost-so who has ever come back having won? I lived by my own will; this is not called losing. I became Ronie to the whole world-from five-year-old children to everyone at the table, at the door, or on the floor. In return for the love I gave the boy within me, I could not gather love from a girl for myself. The generosity of my spirit, my character in action, my golden intent-and yet my desire proved fruitless. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 118 – Neither Nor Neither submission nor aggression. A woman who neither kneels nor strikes. For the philosopher-athlete forged in one scarred body, a companion who meets affection and responsibility in equal measure- no reflex to drag him under, Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur (The Unsold Man) (Verse 1) I loved at first sight, got laughed at by noon, turned the pain into iron, forged muscle from ruin. College crowned me king, girls kept my seat warm, but the one who held my heart said, “No, that’s not the form.” Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 117 - Canteen, First Year So I stood in the canteen, first-year, the angriest young man on campus. Armor on the outside, an artist locked within. Read more from here...

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 116 - Nehru Place, Twenty-Something Twenty-something, college backpack heavy on my shoulders, T-shirt and jeans, standing by the front door of a crowded bus headed to Nehru Place. Read more from here...