#dinosaur
I woke up. And we were on some mission... Walking fast like dinosaur robots gentle.
All made of metal. The autumn red sun shone too strong...
We were almost bird-like steeples, foetuses tip-toeing along.
I kept trying to stare at your face but I couldn’t.
But now I get it... We were meant to be erasing something...
Still I Kept trying to turn my head, and it kept on hurting. Finally managed to twist hard enough, this giraffe neck with curtains...
Then saw them. Your silver slits twinkling, wriggling like silverfish or were they zig zagging...
Trying not to see me... set on the dream engineered *** of gold somewhere on our periphery.
I think... How did you turn your head? Did it hurt as much as it did for me... Do you feel as ageing?
Then we suddenly look deep into these dolphin-human souls, retracing our maze of complex inclusion...
As our senses are heightened, and our bodies implode, joining liquid time segments of something we hold...
Our spirals give out– as all broken cycles crash into a new spate rising spout.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC
He is off to devour the babysitter
No need for shoes in the summer heat
No need for pants inside the house
Three steps at a time, tiny claws awhir
Tyrannosaurus teeth aching to crunch the bones of his Brazilian prey
Sometimes I remember to move carefully around his loud, joyful willingness
Or I don't remember
And tear a fat chunk of adventure out of him with a stinging rebuke
But he is a T-Rex with two tons to spare
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 10:14 AM UTC
i wish i was a dinosaur
free with broad lands to soar
dead but has the world to adore
yet here i am sitting on the floor
with thoughts stored
like a wooden box
i am at war with myself
such a chore
tears hide behind the door
i can't take it anymore
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
I saw a pink dinosaur
at a discounted price
in the local mall
I saw another dinosaur
blue and smiling
and a green one looking so friendly
being so soft and fluffy.
These dinos are so majestic.
Why must I suffer their absence?
I want a T-Rex
He will stand guard on my bed
I want the Long Neck
To survey the outside from the windows
I want the Stegosaurus,
To give my smaller toys a ride
The Triceratops will watch my books,
and the Pterodactyl flies with my alicorns.
Let's PLAY!
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:25 AM UTC
a curious family of raptor children, a lake of caterpillar carcasses (boulder soup), a grocer for the taliban, gas powered anything, the exposed midsection of a tree, bank robberies or bear maulings in progress, triangles, an irascible bus driver thinking in isosceles, the itinerant story of a mama mammoth, starquakes and extinctions, massive roaches, a neck bath in hot breath, sudden abeyance from behind, the way gravity kills caterpillars and spares us because all angles of gravity make 180 degrees and this is stillness. fear running a straight line from behind us, through us, and in front of us. what i consistently get caught up in, the third point might be my final resting. this is why i ******* hate triangles.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
when living in Jurassic Park
one learns why we become extinct
our heads are turned by well-turned words
instead of legs when out for drinks
we'd rather chase a line of thought
than cherches le femmes our passions shade
toward learning life and less to love
our broken hearts healed and remade
so aching, tired, we lick our wounds
inflicted by the patient years
and seek a resting place for bones
to bathe in tar the end-game's near
and offer meat to those young furry
new creatures as they hunt and scurry
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
Baby, we're a meteor
and we killed the dinosaurs.
We scorched the Earth and
turned all that was
into ash.
Time has passed,
and not much has changed.
To this day,
I find myself
studying the fossils
and wandering
what could have been
if we had landed smoothly.
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
counterbalance beast
serf of nature's beginning
tyrannosaurus
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
the tremble of the ground
thrusts more fear in your heart
than the gnashing of ancient jaws,
the burn of leather scales and the
sprays of blood in the atmosphere.
fire brushes the tips of the clouds
but they thought
it may as well spew from the
back of your throat,
dance along invisible wings
that carry you past the carnage,
the tremor of cracking souls
and hopeless shrieks towards
the unforgiving sky.
bones sigh under cool glass,
brushed with the earth
that betrayed you.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
You, you are a
Thermodynamic
Buoyant
Force
******* like the
single-minded
Octopus
that takes and takes
Strong energy,
mild energy
Inhales the organically-grown
Petals
of all flowers, regardless
Good intentions.
that sure is nice
What humility,
Artificial
Plastic
Egotistical
Manufactured
Trademarked
Birthed
Regurgitated
and
too thoughtfully acted by
You.
But I see it.
You have
not landed.
The world needs your
footprint but
it does not need your self-indulged
hunger.
Be humble.
Your success is not
marked if
You are not humble.
Keep your tentacles
in your depths and
Be
Poised
Poised you seem to be and success is your process but
Humility is my truth.
We float on
neighboring clouds of
public service
that have not the same hue.
Take a step back.
I see you mean
No harm
like a dinosaur with no arms
Good intentions.
Take a step back.
You desire to envelop others yet
You do so
so
mindlessly
I see it.
Let your brain rest from the throne.
the world does not serve you
It serves nothing
and no one as
We are all lucky.
You say that you’re lucky
For all
to hear
just to endear
And that is the problem
My dear, be poised.
Publicize your life for
documentation?
No
Take a step back.
We need your
love
compassion
independence
ambition
Real
not fake.
Transform this and
Good intentions.
The world is not yours
You walk on its leaf
and repeated, recycled
identities
Take a step back.
The world is not yours.
Cameron Bell, Copyright © 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
Velociraptor means "swift seizer"
And you have seized my heart
I have no idea when I am getting it back
If you even plan on returning it at all
You don't play fair
And if it came down to a fight you'd have me pinned in seconds
You leave me rather quite helpless
Cant run, cant hide, its like you read my mind
But despite it all I'm glad
Because for someone who has always been alone
It's nice to be part of a pack
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
I can feel your arms
Surrounding me
Encompassing my brokenness
Accepting my demons
Wrinkling out all my worries.
Reminding me to breathe
As you leave feather kisses
On my neck and soul.
I can feel your gaze
Penetrating my thoughts
Knowing I’m not okay
Sifting through memories
And broken dreams
To soothe me.
Finding out what’s wrong
And making it okay.
I can feel your heart
Leaping through the distance
To calm and placate mine.
So kind and understanding
World undeserving of its gentleness
A beautiful sight to witness
Truthful, sometimes brash
But always perfect.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Today,
I asked my little brother
why he bought
the tape white out
and,
not the liquid
one
...
...
...
...
Apparently,
the length of two whole
strips of white out
matches the size
of a Megalodon
A shark
from
two million
years
ago
...
...
...
...
...
Huh
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
.
It really happened this morning
you'll never guess what I saw,
happily playing in my bath tub,
was the ghost of a dinosaur.
Not knowing quite what to do,
feeling sorry for his poor soul,
I reached in, pulled the plug,
and he disappeared down the hole.
© Pagan Paul (15/07/18)
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Nobodysaurus
Raptor round
Eachothertyl
the lights
Turndon
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
words all have their roots
ped = foot
saurus = dinosaur
photo = light
just like my love for you has roots
or like a tree has roots
and all these things are infinite
the power of language
the power of nature
and
the power of love
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 1:19 AM UTC
El Niño scooped the sand
clearing every scrap of driftwood,
every construction playful of a summer’s dayful
the slapped-together forts, dinosaurs, castles
now launched to Mexico, to Tahiti, who knows?
replaced by fresh fragments of forest
twisted logs, battered beams
shed by Oregon, by Vancouver Island and Alaska
bobbed by current
to this windswept cove.
Beneath swirls of sunset
as Van Gogh might render
among scattered scallops, kelp,
sandpipers by the hundred,
one joyful dog
dances the landscape
expressing with his grin
this vast chaos
of delight.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
He is off to devour the babysitter
No need for shoes in the summer heat
No need for pants inside the house
Three steps at a time, claws awhir
Teeth aching to crunch the bones of his Brazilian prey
Sometimes I remember to move carefully around his loud, joyful willingness
Or I don't remember
And tear out a fat chunk of adventure with a stinging rebuke
But he is a T-Rex with two tons to spare
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
I hear a dinosaur knocking at my door
I think he always wants a little more
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC