Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
They love unconditionally, with sacrifice. They care with compassion, no matter the price. May God fill them with abundant joy.
By Rowan Finley 7 months ago in Poets
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.
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.
hopes fall from 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔢𝔰, trust rope swing holds me, until knot large pile of leaves caught
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
Follow the leaves now Before they bow, blowing kiss Their act is pure bliss
Toes tilt. Heart tumbles too. Dancing down future yellow brick street has just commenced with my latest heartbeat. Tassels turned.
eye drops drip upward then down sounds of refraction turn action just a hair of a fraction eyelid gleams it seems
Kitten ears, point up Her words of affection, greet Attention, so sweet
Palmetto shadows, poised for battle. Or, are they at attention for shading her feminine features? Dissipated stomach collywobbles,
As a kid, I remember pretend-playing family. All along, I just wanted to be in love. Even then, the seed in my garden-heart just wanted to bloom.
Sometimes, I fight, not because I know that I’ll always win, but because I want the other person to value “the win” that they’ve got.
