Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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Downhill
I held you in the water bed of my eyes, the ocean of my non-stop sighs. I held you on the riverbank of the cadence of silence’s cash prize,
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Marilyn Monroe’s Protein Drink
Marilyn Monroe was all about providing entertainment and the love of the glamorous show, but what kind of protein shake did she drink on the regular, do you know?
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Stay Away From Botox!
Stay away from botox! The advertisements were sneaky as a slick fox. They charged me astronomical prices, now, it looks like my lips have multiple splices!
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Tremendous
Another night, she’s out on the town, he doesn’t give her a frown, but he side smiles and winks, and offers her another drink,
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Welcome to St. Peep Beach 🏖️
Welcome to St. Peep Beach! All peeps are welcome, but be sure to have your sunscreen within reach. 🧴 Ready for some summer fun?
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Safe With Me
You’re safe with me, be you, be free. Look me in the eyes with your pale face, your petals are as luxurious lace. The humble dust on my shoes,
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Dear, Sweet Lamb
Dear Sweet Lamb, Find a pasture that allows you to be at ease. Find another lamb that sees the world and the layers of eternity in the same way as you do. Find another lamb who sings with you, no matter what. Find another lamb who cries when you cry, with consistency and compassion. Don’t consider a lamb who just makes logical sense. Don’t consider a lamb who doesn’t declare your utter beauty from the highest rock place. Find a lamb that you can walk with. Find a lamb who pulls you up, when you fall by the wayside.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Unbelievable!
“What? You like boys?” The little first grade girl named Jordyn frantically shrieked at her friend Maggie during recess. Maggie held her head down low like she was about to undergo her life sentence to prison for her crime. She braced herself because she knew the wrath of Jordyn wasn’t over yet. Sure enough, Jordyn continued…
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Fiction
Cuban-American
Verse I: In 1960, it was time to flee, soul searching, it thrust me out of my country. I hope you’ll understand and see,
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
Rush of Lunacy - Part 1
It was 1851 and the gold rush was in full swing! People from all over were doing whatever they could to travel to California in hopes of finding gold and striking it rich!
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Fiction
ALIVE Time
I can’t help but capture your vibrancy, despite your humming need for privacy. Your color palette eagerly awaits, and you hold wisdom beyond words and other’s fates.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets
The Web They Weave and Others Perceive
Rain pitter-patterns in the night watches of the twitching arms of time. Leftover sushi tastes as good as a sweet and salty rhyme.
By Rowan Finley 9 months ago in Poets