Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
Find her in the midst of her mental mess, in garments of peace may she dress. Show her the way, that you are her anchor,
By Rowan Finley 7 years ago in Poets
I would never deny you! Who could do such a thing? I should have known better. You told me that I would deny you three times,
You feel overstimulated all the time, wonder how it began, searching for a sign. Layers of laundry on the floor stare, you wish you had the energy or the care.
It is that time of year again, when I remember where I've been, down that dark valley, get past it, heart, please, really...
With me stand Through life grand Forever soul mates Stress never abates Cortisol levels rising Looking bigger sizing
Sea breeze Kissing tease Wanting more What for The meaning Really teeming With passion Best fashion To cope With hope
The world got a little bit quieter And my mind got a little bit louder Who knows why? Who knows why? But I did pray that
Blue flowers stretch their sleepy arms Such delicate dainty-like charms Ringing and singing lovely songs Waking up the wildest throngs
It was your birthday and I wanted to surprise you, even though I thought I was doing everything right it all fell through.
What kind of lies are you believing? What kind of thoughts are you perceiving? Who's coercing your hand to do that thing?
Watching the world's grossest gore, I could not agree with you more, that change must come, violence is the ever beating drum.
Want to learn something intriguing? Look up the definition of the word breatharian. Don't get me wrong. There is a place for meditation.
