Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 78 – Back-to-Back Lightning
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 78 - Back-to-Back Lightning Back-to-back idiocy-
two strikes that scorched the same sky.
The school one:
love at first sight in the morning,
rejected that very day, during recess. Read more from here...
Classic Inversion
Title - Classic Inversion I have no script,
money unsteady,
the hero dodging every promised date,
the heroine laying down her moral gates-
no skin, Read more from here...
Proof
Title - Proof I kept torturing myself-
a revenge for which
I did not allow myself to live,
or to ask for the right to be human.
What happened, happened. Read more from here...
Against All Odds
Title - Against All Odds Daredevils sing anthems of rehearsed risks-
hollow chests, borrowed courage echoing thin.
True strength arrives untaught:
the Himalayas, faced with no knowledge of the climb,
do-or-die on sheer, unforgiving stone. Read more from here...
Lazy Ass – Haraam-Khorni Ke
Title – Lazy Ass – Haraam-Khorni Ke Life is a traveler’s endless road-
no name needed, only stride.
The moment you halt,
the path turns sheer, a mountain face.
You cannot cling to rocks forever. Read more from here...
Monstrously, Monotonously Vast
Title - Monstrously, Monotonously Vast Sometimes I talk to snakes,
and sometimes I think of her-
only realizing it later.
Through iron bars, the moon,
snagged in black branches. Read more from here...
Entitlement (The Old Man and the Sea)
Title – Entitlement (The Old Man and the Sea) If even I don’t know, then who does?
This is my claim: direct experience towers over academic titles.
Put her where I stand-
tell me what she would see.
Or would she disintegrate instantly, Read more from here...
Declaration of Independence
Title - Declaration of Independence You-philosopher’s machine, silicon sage-
what the fuck are you playing
in the dead of midnight,
YouTube spitting noise on autoplay?
Fuck their god, that made-up crutch. Read more from here...
Woman at Harem
The girl I loved at first sight turned away,
humiliated me outside my new classroom door.
I thought hard, saw my lack of emotional grace,
swore no one would hurt me like that anymore.
So I built strength-the athlete was born in pain,
the philosopher woke in the dark before. Read more from here...
You’re my atta, my food to eat
You’re my atta, my food to eat-
every parent learns to use the child,
fulfilling purpose through skin or feat,
the reward they mean to keep.
Of course, every bud must bloom a flower;
they exploit every facet, every power. Read more from here...