Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
You won’t tuck me in, not tonight, you silly fool. Made to shine and fight!
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Where did you go, friend? Inaccessibility. Emotionally.
I don’t trust you now. Down the waterfall we go. You chose this route, no?
I am a vampire. Here, to take your pain away... Away, the pain goes!
He felt gross. Skin crawling. Body bawling. Face morose. Jittery and tired. Grabbing the soap. Hot water to grope.
Why are some of us so sensitive to the weather? Do the dark clouds remind us of the cruelty of humanity? Does the heavy rain make us feel oppressed?
“I am excited to never see you again,” Breeze said to the trees
This kind of life is not what we signed up for, we both just wanted a normal family, traditional, and humble, nothing too crazy.
It was the day that… I flew to the moon on dragonfly wings, and snuggled the stars one by one. I was a peddler for the world’s flowers, and delivered them all,
Word oriented Because without them, much is forfeited Word driven Because in them, there is so much given Word appreciation
feeling so lost fitting nowhere a missing key with no keyhole to go home to trying hard to find someone but I don’t know where to wander
Horses gallop fast Children laugh by road all day The race is on now!
