Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Attention, they stand. Fork in the road, or jail too? She likes their glimmer.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Crowd of flowers, turn their faces, clapping their hands, for myriad-pyramid-bird-formation. They are preying on the South,
Divorce feels like hell But marriage was even worse “Wheels of justice turn… ~ S l o w l y…”
Behind brightest smile Lives pain and grief aplenty She shines like the sun
Hungry healing Lingers at altars Holy Come forward It’s not as scary as it feels like at first Prayers Like incense
Parenting is tough Single parenting shudders the shutters of soul
Rest in high hammock Of safe corners of my mind Yes, you’re safe with me
They changed the world, one day at a rhyme, despite negativity and worldly slime. Some conquered physics, and some did the unthinkable,
Dear Orange Panda, How did you become orange? Were you born this way? ~ Dear Orange Panda, I sure hope you write back soon!
“Trying to make ends M e e t - they did not warn me, Well.” Penny said to Well.
Pensive, not overly defensive. Leave me alone, on castle edge, my legs tangle. Crocodiles slink, below. Tarzan and Jane,
My energy wanes Her energy keeps me up Go to bed moon beam
