Before anyone gets the wrong idea, let me make it clear, this post isn’t all about doom and gloom and the end of two-wheeled fun as we know it.
By Emily Rabone2 months ago in Wheel
Dreams for fuel, doubt for hurdles
Fleeting Pride. Descent.
By Emily Rabone3 months ago in Poets
Hey Old Friend, Thanks for coming, I know it's been a while since we last met.
I tell you what, I just keep on going, like you I'm just ageing, but I ain't dead yet.
By Emily Rabone2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes when my eyes are closed, a kaleidoscope consumes my vision.
Patterns. Shapes. Movement.
Sparking the trail of gasoline, that explodes the dynamic collision.