Rowan Finley

Joined February 2019

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

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Hanging By A Thread
The boot print led to disapproval, with each disappointment, came a river of ice, that worked hard, but it wasn't enough
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Let's Take a Woodworking Class
Dripping candles sweating Lovers betting On fickle futures And old heart sutures Your hand Is on demand And your heart is too
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
ALL LIVES MATTER
All lives matter. Whether they are black or white. Whether they are arrogant or "politically right." All lives matter.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Rugged Creature
I am a rugged creature. With the wildest of urges and impulses. Cannot seem to understand myself. I don't know if I want to anyway.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Slanted
They were biased beyond belief, to the point that there was no relief. They were looking for a specific slant,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Last I Checked
Last I Checked I Had A Name But For some Odd reason It was Never recorded My husband's Name was Noted but Mine wasn't I know That I Am remembered My faith Sent from Heaven it Was what Provided me With the Patience that I needed The blood The sweat The tears And fears And back Ache and All those Times we Were made Fun of All those Things mattered And that Is why I am Content with The rest Of history Not knowing My name So my Earthly name Remains and Will forever Be nameless That is Me nameless
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Seeds and Mountains
The mountains begin to tremble and quake; this new found faith is by no means fake! All for the sake of the tiniest seed,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Call Me Brazen
I will soak up every last drop of the sun... until I am bronze and radiant, charged and confident, bold and brazen. Insecurities melted and forgotten,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Battles - How Can You Count Them All Joy?
Battles. How can you count them all joy? Emotions turned into a toy. Heart pounding. Enemy's cries resounding. Battles.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Malleable Quest
May their hearts be malleable, for man is prone to be fallible. May they not choose paths of perdition, or trudge through trenches of tradition.
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
"Here I Am"
Yearning, burning for more On eagles wings I want to soar Honestly, I was made to be a giver This love, pouring out like a river
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets
Wind Whispered
The wind whispered to the trees, issuing soft degrees, tickled and bemused, the trees laughed and refused. The leaves jumped and jived,
By Rowan Finley 6 years ago in Poets