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 Raboneabout a year ago in Wheel
Treacherous Ascent Dreams for fuel, doubt for hurdles Fleeting Pride. Descent.
By Emily Raboneabout a year 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 Rabone3 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.