Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
upside down candles drip wax from the ceiling old men make promises, as they’re kneeling feathers tickle mountain tops bouncy balls turn into gum drops
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
color me with flowers every hour something stoic someone strangely perfect I fought so hard to be so good you would lie
If I were an insect... Maybe I'd be a pious praying mantis, wise and knowledgeable like the people of Atlantis. If I were an insect...
Time grows, I pray for her to number her days. Time fades, I pray for her through every faze. Time leaps, I pray for her to be respectful for those in authority.
They rose with the dough in the morning, rays of happy light and yeast a-scorning. Miniature elephants pranced in a line like ants in a weaving row;
You are the ship for my soul to sail into the seas of mystery. When winds and expletives from the world whirl, your handsome curls I gracefully twirl.
Simplici-tea Tastes best In butterfly garden That flutters in you Only I can see them Through powerful portal Of your fantastical eyes
He flew through the air Fair and bright Sight-fully, strong and balanced Broken pottery shards Shredded the sky With clumsy grace
"I married you to get out from under my parents." To say my heart breaks every time I think of these words is an understatement.
dark edges heart wedges candle flame soulful shame simple being world agreeing or rebelling people repelling
Fighting the wind to find the eggs, the world and animals, for admiration, beg. “This Easter is a little different,” she said.
I love her through galaxies wide and far S he dances like a feather, free and wild U sually, I dream of the feats she'll conquer around the world
