Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Candy Crush
I asked my Granny if she wanted to play Candy Crush and she, furrowed her brow, chuckled, and threw a lollipop down on the tile.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Eleutheromania isn't crazy at all
Straight lines or not? Eleutheromania isn't crazy at all. It is as petrichor or apricity to those who experience it. There has to be more behind the black and white boxes,
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
I have no idea how to help you at all
I’m so sorry, I can’t fix your broken marriage, but I can buy you a coffee. I’m so sorry, I can’t mend all your problems,
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Prayer for His Purification
Lord, Pierce through the dark clouds in his heavy mind and purify him completely. Show him the path of repentance, that eventually leads to fresh faith and flowers of healing salvation. Sing a song of deliverance around him, through the voices of the angels bright. He’s broken but can heal.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Hack for the Shack of Emotional Suppression
She grew up faster than her peers, in the dark of the night, she hid her tears. She was the type of girl who kept her mother on task,
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
My Parents
They love unconditionally, with sacrifice. They care with compassion, no matter the price. May God fill them with abundant joy.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Just Smile
Walk a mile, with my smile, you’ll discover it’s a coverup, with pain, buried deep, down below the ground of pretty, white, picket fences.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Wax-Dripped Canvas
Candle wax was used for royal seals. But, today, blue, green, yellow, and white wax dripped onto a canvas. Before the wax cooled, two complementing flowers jumped into the pool of expression.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Rope Swings into Fall Time
hopes fall from 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔰, trust rope swing holds me, until knot large pile of leaves caught
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
The Nine Gifts of the Holy Spirit . Top Story - September 2025.
A Word of Wisdom flies in a straight line for a target A Word of Knowledge is as a nugget of treasure Faith rises where fear had already fallen a long time ago
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Crisp Air and Bliss That Leaves
Follow the leaves now Before they bow, blowing kiss Their act is pure bliss
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets
Truest Thrills
Toes tilt. Heart tumbles too. Dancing down future yellow brick street has just commenced with my latest heartbeat. Tassels turned.
By Rowan Finley 4 months ago in Poets