Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Dry her tears and fears She shines through the day and night Hold her as she sings
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Devastation, burnt up, pulverized heart, when you told me that, “It’d take Jesus to come down, to save your marriage.”
Tonight, I saw, an angel gracefully poised on the wall. She wasn’t that tall, but she’s surely lovely.
Bloodshot eyes, vessels are like network of highways. Bags under eyes, are like the sacks of cash stolen. Eyebrows,
She sweetly dances I am so proud of her style Coming recital
She dares and stares on He listens and glistens on They fly on lost plane
In pitch dark, I float on water, peaceful. Busyness of the world, silent for now. Holy Spirt lifts my arms, silent prayers linger.
One day, will I feel put together and finished? Is that a concept?
Attention, they stand. Fork in the road, or jail too? She likes their glimmer.
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
