Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Silly Forefathers
I want to take you seriously, but I can’t, so I laugh and smirk.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
licorice man
Once upon a time there was a man made of licorice who was very, very tall. Everyone else around him felt quite savory, silly and small.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
The Giddy Little City Named Pretty
There once was a giddy little city named Pretty, where there was no one who was ugly and everyone was happy. Everything everyone said was always kind and sappy,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
No Funeral for the Death
Shocking waves of emotion Instant death or maybe it loitered long Legacy not spoken of, nor memories Everyone acting like nothing happened
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 34)
Lord, Here I am again. Thank you for not growing tired of me. Bless my little girl with a cloak of light and grace. Fill her with your strength and love. May she find you, as she draws near to you. Open her eyes to see in the spiritual realm. Surround her with your angels. Surround her with Godly people. Help her to hunger and thirst for righteousness. Protect her mind. May the truth ignite in her soul so that she is warm and on fire for revival and proclaiming the good news. Help me to be the best father I can be for her.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Dry Scream
Still, motionless, frozen in my skin. I let out a dry scream, or attempt to. Laying my head down. Escape, I must, but my limbs revolt.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Dear Donovan, I look up to you…
Dear Donovan, I know you’re in the 5th grade, but I look up to you. You’re amazing, smart, confident, great at math and learning to play piano!
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Beautiful Family
You are such a sweet daddy. I see you cradle and nurture your child, waving a fan mildly. I was close to telling you just how beautiful and amazing you are but the moment didn’t present itself exactly.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Country Sensations
Pink clouds, sky melt, gurgling brook felt. Soft leaves whip and beckon, day end, I reckon. Clear waters tickle, feeling fine and fickle.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Plummet
I feel so much shame and inadequacy when I think of them. I’m trying to shake it, but the thoughts are not leaving. Today was hard and I struggled to breathe deeply.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
www.
Scintilla scents psych me up for the starlit night… I’m wearing his leather jacket and it smells of his Paco Rabanne cologne.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
Cannot Be Destroyed
Rejoicing is powerful, in the midst of the rain. There is so much to gain, when we raise our hands, Heavenward, throughout lasting lifespan.
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets