Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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World, why are you beating yourself up?
World, why are you beating yourself up? You're more and more corrupt from within. The heat of your bombs are no joke any longer,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Compassion is the captain who steers me into action
Compassion is the captain who steers me into action. Passion is the fiery flames that consumes those things which are dead,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
An Enemy's Failed Attempt To Erase The Father's Embrace
Innocent, resplendent and unaware, praying petals, zealous and glisteningly bare. Vulnerably awaiting the taste of soft wispy words,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
PER /sever/ ANCE
If you sever the word perseverance, it is a thought provoking notion. Life is overwhelmingly vast, with decisions, like rolling waves in an ocean.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Stuck fast in the weeds, the thorns strike
Embarrassed and confused, if only it was just the blues, but it's more tangled up than that, so much to figure out and work at.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Walking With Forgiveness
I was walking down the dirt path with Unforgiveness, all the while, it felt like a dreadful illness. Then Inspiration struck like lightning,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Becky Blessing
There once was a girl named Becky. She was such a blessing to everyone she met. This is why she earned the name Becky Blessing.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Prayers for Her (Pt. 18)
Help her to know that she is enough. That she has what it takes to serve well. That she is not too young or too old. Help her to know that she is enough.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
One Decision Different
Aaran opened his front door and saw that the sun had almost set completely. To the shadowy figure on his front step, he warmly welcomed him in, "Come on in. You can hang your coat here." The mysterious figure moved in like a phantom and hung his coat on the rack. He was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with black, ripped jeans. "Would you like tea or coffee?"
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Fiction
All I Can Say Is
When I think about the love you showed me, I am speechless. Why me? Of all the people in the world? I don't ever think of myself as the type to stand out in any showy way.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
Dear Pastor
Dear Pastor, Thank you for making sure we are fed, instead of leaving us for dead. Because, when the wolves come, they are fierce,
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets
The Word
The Word defends and protects our rights. The Word guards us through all our nights. The Word came down from Heaven to touch man.
By Rowan Finley 4 years ago in Poets