Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
They self-medicated with it. They worshipped it. They used it to tune out the noise in their heads. They knew it better than they knew themselves.
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
I always knew I was predestined for something great... Something revolutionary... Something groundbreaking... Then we hit the ground and everything changed...
Sky on fire Chosen ones soon to transpire This is it Sky is lit The Word came and went Heaven sent The clouds are roaring
I am only fourteen, but there is a lot of hurt and pain I've seen. I've been forced to do things, thus my story rings.
America, America... are you sure you should lead the way with 5G? America, America... how much will it take before you finally see?
Find her in the midst of her mental mess, in garments of peace may she dress. Show her the way, that you are her anchor,
I would never deny you! Who could do such a thing? I should have known better. You told me that I would deny you three times,
You feel overstimulated all the time, wonder how it began, searching for a sign. Layers of laundry on the floor stare, you wish you had the energy or the care.
It is that time of year again, when I remember where I've been, down that dark valley, get past it, heart, please, really...
With me stand Through life grand Forever soul mates Stress never abates Cortisol levels rising Looking bigger sizing
Sea breeze Kissing tease Wanting more What for The meaning Really teeming With passion Best fashion To cope With hope
The world got a little bit quieter And my mind got a little bit louder Who knows why? Who knows why? But I did pray that
