Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
I feel so pumped and ready for action Dripping with excitement Pulsing life and blood coursing through my veins I don't want to be confined or restricted
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
I felt excited but tired and sleepy at the same time. It would be so easy to slip into the kitchen and just eat something.
Do you like things to be loosey-goosey? Or, do you like things to be tighty-whitey? Do you like plenty of fabric to stash in your pants?
If only I had abs... everyone would stop and stare. If only I had abs... I sure would feel rare! If only I had abs... I'd look so great on the beach.
A poem written well is like an orgasmic release, may the carefully placed words of this poem never cease. Leaving you breathless and calm,
I can hear your heart beat, as we lay here together on loveseat. I didn't think that God made people like you, but the test of time has proven true.
Some rose up fast Others took on a slower pace The dice was cast Some were holding onto an ace Degrees meant little or much
We sit together in comfy home. Picking the words apart with a fine toothed comb. What did the writer mean? What kinds of things had he seen?
There once was a grim creeper; He used to be quite the sleeper, Until one day he awoke from Death's first kiss, Up from the darkest abyss.
We three brothers went separate ways Through life we plunged, sifting through the maze One of us, led to instruct youthful minds
You're broken and beautiful. I know you don't believe me, just wait, you see. That dysfunctional family you came from, who offered you no hope, or useful crumb,
A cash advance? This wild money dance. Pay check to pay check. Feeling like a wreck. Sick of the grind. Just wanna free the mind.
