Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
With me stand Through life grand Forever soul mates Stress never abates Cortisol levels rising Looking bigger sizing
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
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
Blue flowers stretching sleepy arms Such delicate dainty-like charms Ringing and singing lovely songs Waking up the wildest throngs
It was your birthday and I wanted to surprise you, even though I thought I was doing everything right it all fell through.
What kind of lies are you believing? What kind of thoughts are you perceiving? Who's coercing your hand to do that thing?
Watching the world's grossest gore, I could not agree with you more, that change must come, violence is the ever beating drum.
Want to learn something intriguing? Look up the definition of the word breatharian. Don't get me wrong. There is a place for meditation.
Tap-tap-tap-ding goes the typewriter Tap-tap-tap-bring over some more paper Feel the rhythm Express the beat In your seat
Painful recollections flowed by as I stood on the tough rocks of life. If only I could forget all the painful, tear-inducing memories.
One day I prayed that God would give me a guardian angel, because I knew that He was good and always faithful. My words were more than intense,
Rapturous ocean waves collided with one another, causing ocean spray to jet up into the misty morning air. Blue eyes watched with purest admiration and pleasure,
