Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

1177 stories

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

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A Game of Hide and Seek
Innocent untainted soul of a child, unlike many adults who are full of guile. A classic game of hide and seek, right after a kiss on the cheek.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
She Would Be the Elf on the Tree
She would be the elf on the tree Adumbrated story She was fatigued of fatuous family members Nudiustertian past prattled
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Cliffhangover
over the chaos over the noise everything is overstimulating ringing in ears and tears roar like lions on the cliffhangover
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Edge of the Game (Part 4). Top Story - February 2025.
Author's Note: If you have not read the first three parts of this story, then please do so before you read this final part 4. This is a collaborative short story!
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Fiction
Ladybug Landing Pad
Today, a ladybug landed on me, it kissed my wrist and I liked it. Just, instant trust, without flighty lust. Of all the places that she could have landed,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
You’re Not Just My Muse…
I choose you over a thousand diamonds. We were made to exist together. I choose you over a thousand mansions. We were made to exist together.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Well Up
You are worth so much more than the value you’ve been given from their spewing voices. I have been praying for you to have visions that bring you hope and salvation. When I think of you, and pray for you, I feel tears well up in my eyes because that’s the level that I truly care for you. The truth was designed to set people free and I’m beaming with gratitude about this!
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Covered in a Royal Robe
Murky foreboding pond water tastes scummy to tongue of mother wolf. She takes a few laps of the water anyway. Rubbing her head on her wolf pup affectionately; they were hunters by birth and perpetuated tradition. As a faithful monogamous part of the pack, she admired her lover throughout the day with a calm demeanor.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
An Unexpected Firefighter
I climbed the tree before winter, I remember my hand got a splinter. It sure seemed odd for that to happen, and then, I got stuck, who’d imagine?
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Palette of Your Heart
You never grow weary of painting your feelings in the canvas sky above. I don’t grow tired of studying you, as you dance on the beach and reach up to the peeking stars like they are the arms of your gentle father bright.
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Perspective Equips
Fingers fidget and dance on keys tonight, it all feels so very real and right. I crave a normal life but it’s a bit scary,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets
Hang On, Dear One!
Evil will always propagate suffering. Evil will celebrate with cruelty. The sunrise in your eyes, the praise on your lips,
By Rowan Finley 12 months ago in Poets