Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Without a care, I stare at the chair in my hand; I don’t need a royal throne, grand, truly, I am content to just stand,
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Poets
Sweat smears petal brow Sound of a dog barking and growl Sky face looks like a scowl Lovers embrace in tree shade Blended goals are handmade
Her waxing story drips down the sides of our ears. We hear of how she lived most of her life by the china cups and plates.
Maxine loved her indoor plants. Watering each of her indoor plants with the correct amount of water satisfied her immensely.
By Rowan Finley 11 months ago in Chapters
Hurricane season commits treason to many things, including the roads, driving, almost not seeing the blockade, I stopped before my car, the price, it almost crashing-paid.
Waking up in foreign lands, sands of crime sifting downstream, into my teeming, swimming mind. Sepia color serpentined, swerved and swirled,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Hiking earthen trails Gliding sides of heartbeat tracks Cool wind breathes so deep ~ Resting and watching Sunshine peeks on calm journals
Your armor still shines in the setting sun, your final battle has already been won. You’re ready for your next fight, and the end doesn’t appear to be in sight.
colors spin and grin feeling the cost of being lost unsure of the proper heart cure I hate my fate when I hurt people
Rise above the naysaying and negativity, on the wings that bring refreshment. Hold my hand, clasp my fingers tight, put the crowds jeers out of your sight.
When we were young, we explored the wonder of every rung, life had just breathed and begun. When we were young, we climbed the rotting ladder,
This is a collaborative story! If you have not read the first three parts, then please do so via the links below: Part 1, written by Rowan Finely:
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Chapters
