Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 100 – Song Shapeless

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 100 – Song Shapeless [Verse 1] A boy once saw the glory in her eyes,
Love at first sight, a flash across the skies.
Years later in college, felt another near—
Friendship and lust, but the shape wasn’t clear. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 115 – Stubborn

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 115 - Stubborn When courage, bravery, and luck surrender,
and even character offers no choice,
my spirit lifts the heart,
teaching it to feel alive-even in the stubborn dark.
I cling to the act of walking, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 114 — This Is My Curse

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 114 — This Is My Curse Those bitter moments-
injustice, inequality, cruelty aimed straight at my heart-
I want to forget them.
But I must remember them,
again and again, Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Walks

Title – Ronie Dinosaur Walks One didn’t consider a boy-just a boy.
Another couldn’t accept the young man in him.
One wasn’t woman enough for the man he had become.
And then there was one who didn’t even grant him humanity.
Love is the strongest feeling. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur — Before the Walk: An Opening Statement

I walk.
Not because I am brave, and not because I am lost, but because stopping would require a lie. Walking is the only posture my character can hold without collapsing.
I was born between two zeros. Before me, nothing. After me, nothing again. In between, this body learned hunger, this mind learned patterns, and this heart learned thirst. Consciousness only learned one thing: it does not want to end. Everything else is decoration.
The world taught me early that existence is transactional. Smile correctly, bend at the right angle, desire the approved objects, and you may be granted warmth. I refused the performance. I did not refuse love; I refused the counterfeit. The refusal cost me everything.
People say loneliness is the absence of others. They are wrong. Loneliness is being intact in a world that rewards fracture. It is being original where copies are easier to circulate. I did not lose people; I was never selected by the system that distributes them.
I carried a heart that wanted to give without invoice. The world answered with rates. Every touch asked for currency-money, status, compromise, obedience. When I could not pay, I was instructed to disappear politely. So I did. I disappeared while remaining alive, which is a more difficult discipline than death. Read more from here...
