Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Sooty ponies tapped through the bleak, black gates. Riding on their backs were mysterious, cloaked men. The world had lost some of its brightness,
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
Have you made me a better man? Heck no! You’ve made me question everything under the sun. You’ve made me wish my life was over and done.
Raindrops dripped gracefully from his dark curls, the sparkles in his eyes danced like a thousand fireflies in the night.
Once there was a parrot house, It was not even big enough to hold a mouse. You’d open the front door, and out the back you went,
This field used to see things so different This field used to live too much in the future This field used to weep about the past
She didn't get my poetry. She didn't care to try. She didn't get my music. She didn't care to try. She didn't get my silliness.
The portal of my eyes transported me into another world, a world that welcomed me with soft, strong arms and gentle words.
Baby duck plays now Alligator watches close Pr(e)aying future waits < ^ > Baby duck is me Alligator is Jeff G.
Warm by the fire and satisfied, loving care, for her, forever to provide. I pray that she will learn to play an instrument or two,
Why do people have to be so mean and hateful? Why are people so ungrateful? There are so many reasons to love others and be kind.
Silly daddy and daughter dancing to Shelter by Finneas. Give us shelter through all storms that come against us. Stomping on Covid.
When anxiety strives to steal your gratitude, sing to Him. When anxiety attempts to rob your peace, don’t let the devil win.
