#infamous
Read it!
They. Set You. Up.
The family that I am “dreaming of”;
I got you; in a sense.
You know; family is forever and you have my forgiveness.
It is kind-of comical in the end…
Because this rift—always surrounding me.
Although, I may not “agree” with some things;
We can “agree to disagree”.
But “don’t blame the person; blame the party”,
Or, whomever authoritarian “redacted documents”.
…Did, anyone, think that this charade
Would “go-on forever-ver-ver-ver-ver…?"
They’ve “got EVERYONE”. It’s. Not. Only. You.
KNOW THIS. [I am non-compliant. I do not sign any paperwork.]
©2026Ellen Finn
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 2:36 AM UTC
_**"My heart is broken into pieces,
I wanna give piece of my broken hearts in the shape of a fist,
Because i read in books,
Heart shape is like a clenched fist."**_
🦋🦋
"_Every evening,
Going through those infamous streets,
I collected my heart pieces,
And i tried to give it the shape of clenched,
But i failed,
At
Every evening."_
🦋🦋🦋
I cry on a deserted street in infamous streets,
It seems like it is raining without the weather,
Tears tear my broken heart pieces,
I want to add this,
But every evening remains in the grasp in fist,
And pieces of my heart get lost in infamous streets.
🦋
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC
Celebrities make poor politicians.
Poor politicians become celebrities.
Click. Clique.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
I’m straining my arms and I’m pulling my shoulders,
from pushing each line and carrying our shared boulders.
And my hands are burned and skin’s scraped,
knuckles cracked and broken fingertips,
a few careless words escaped
and I wished to push them back behind my lips.
I’ve got the motor warm and running,
and the waves have settled as they should,
I write down just how I find you stunning,
I would voice it if I only could.
You ask if I’m confident and I tell you I don’t know,
can I make an impossible jump,
oh holy Holly, I don’t think so.
I’m no Henry, no Fonz, no Winkler,
I’m not a stunt performer on T.V,
I barely run through the sprinkler,
I sure as hell will find death in the sea.
The rope’s as tight as a fresh noose,
and my ski’s barely fit my bottom soles,
my hands are clenched just too loose,
I would prefer to be sleeping on coals.
The crowd’s cheers become a lashing,
blood dissolved into the water and salt,
an angry tail’s now thrashing,
my situation is entirely my own fault.
I’m jumping the shark,
without a trial run.
Leaving an infamous mark,
just before it’s all done.
I’m jumping the shark,
it’s the end to my character arc.
I’m jumping the shark,
desperation has never stood so stark.
I’ve glimpsed shadowed empty sets
and walked among great ruins,
I’m tired of swimming in regrets,
pretty please, can I hide in your flesh wounds?
I’ve been taking theatre classes
to act like I’m not terribly bothered,
but every beach goer casually passes,
my body that’s been brutally slaughtered.
I want to feel the water the way that I once did,
with carefree wonder like when I was a kid.
But I always hated the sand, and the way that it encased my toes,
but they’re calling me to set to stand, to see how this final shot goes.
The hoop is placed ontop of a mild wave,
I wish that they engulfed it first in flame,
they praise me for being so brave
but it’s I, not the shark, that is tame.
They’re calling out the term “action”
and I look for my highlighted script,
I only read a small fraction
before I thought it best to rip.
I’m jumping the shark,
without a trial run.
Leaving an infamous mark,
just before it’s all done.
I’m jumping the shark,
it’s the end to my character arc.
I’m jumping the shark,
cut camera and roll credits in the dark.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 6:39 AM UTC
"you still kick it in the slums ?
you still sell drugs ?
you still like to party ?
you still binge n get ****** up ?"
As much as I love a fight
I'd rather leave them to their ****** imaginations
--I find my amour-propre
when I see a use of my knack for kinesics
as mischievous manipulation--
Causing the busy-bodies' capitulation;
instantaneously subjugated
So I bestow my infamously vexatious smirk
as I say
"absolutely."
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
Baby I know you’re infamous
But you can be my infamous love.
Baby you know I’m infamous
But I can be your infamous love.
As long as we stay in love
We can be infamous together.
Your feelings for me are an explosive scandal
They won't let you get away with it.
My feelings for you are an explosive scandal
They won't let me get away with it.
But as long as we can keep the feelings our own
We can be scandalous together and feel just fine.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
I am found
in newspaper print
a clue of
fragmented illusion.
Reduced to a
muddy shoe print,
I turn the page.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Today I bought a square plate
it's not for me, but for an enemy
that I could do worse things to, if I was a less noble person
as the things they've done I will not speak.
The plate is porcelain and quite finely made
elegant and excellently finished for how not so pricey it was
hints of history seems to hide in it's shell--
as seams are weaved into
what has probably lived a long and unused existence
this handcrafted masterpiece.
Separately painted by some fancy artist
to whom I do not recognize the name of,
although it is said he may have done something wrought with his ear
or did this man's uncle make this plate, oh well, I am unsure.
It is these very details to why,
I am now in possession of this piece of the past
that will be priceless to those who know more craftsmanship,
at least more knowledgeable than the man who sold it to me.
From the gleaming in your eyes
I can tell this plate may even mean a great deal to you
is this true my good friend?
oh well, I guess I can give the plate to you
instead of the devil I spoke of before.
*As I handed my prize to them
it began to feel heavier than any ordinary plate should,
gravity granted the greatest reprise I've ever sought
as the demon's face whelmed with depression
and mine satisfaction--
for being such a convincing storyteller.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
In rolls the cigarette smoke
Breathe it in, exhale and I choke
Take it all down, thought before I spoke
Like Marilyn, I took a pill and I broke
Stifle a sigh, In it comes so out with the hope
They say it's a problem, but the issues not dope
Issues the papers, the rules are the joke
Words on a page, they let rage dictate
Everthing they do, free will it ain't
Rules, regulations, speak out get court dates
But this is America, land of the free
I guess we're all free, unless it comes to you and me
Home of the brave, but the monkeys have no keys
Fight for us, then place your sheets in the streets
U.S.A leave it to us to ruin the glory
Superpower, lost power, no power
Happy hour turns into 5 hours
Of choking, smoking, joking
Regretting it in the morning
Songs about *** drugs, and love
Just say no! To all of the above
You'll bleed when they leave
Cuz to them it's just "me, me, me"
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
It was an early night –
1:00 AM early.
The police passed by
For the bigger problems
And the clubs roared
A little louder than usual.
Loud and aloud while I danced
And danced
The Saturday night stumble –
To the left, to the right
And twice back,
Destination: Home.
I continued too tripped,
Or ripped,
To have a friend,
A little lonely,
But feeling a little famous
All the same and all the while.
I strode with swagger,
Head held a little higher than usual,
Made my way home, slept
And started over tomorrow,
Or was it the day after; the, “numb,”
Could be such a nimble little feat.
It’s a good thing that a cold beer’s
Always just around the corner,
So to, the stumble may begin once more,
And the tip-tap, tip-tap,
Stammer, side-step, fall will
Lead me once more unto rest –
Fallen and without dreams.
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
My vocabulary is beginning to fade,
I see lights that I shouldn't see.
Shadow figures are surrounding me,
I can not see.
I can not see.
She grabs a hold of my arm, warning me tightly,
I laughed it off, pretending to care.
She screams to me, "Why can't you see?",
see the things which are in me.
I saw her tempting glare, pulling me in for this seductive game,
lust and love, they corrupt one another.
I could not bare to let this moment pass.
She looked at me dead in the eyes,
I saw the shadow figure for the first time.
Now in the face of hers, but in another.
A woman.
A woman I looked up to once.
Begin to panic: automatically.
I felt my heart drop completely.
He thinks I'm insane.
she understands the game.
I've been, manipulated.
I wish people understood us,
those figures who shrug the world off.
We don't care about infamy, it's just,
if we don't have hate, we will degrade.
We are left to be soiled in the ground,
to the point we are molded now.
We just want to break off this pain,
but we never, never, never were cared.
Those who wear the masks are safe.
Those pretenders, faking in the grave,
dancing a sweet jig before I see,
I will never return the pattern to them.
The pretzel feeling through my brain,
forgiveness shall never be taken easily again.
I will not, let myself degrade.
I shall stand alone in this rain.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
I am no doctor, no laywer, no architect
no teacher, no painter, no designer
no psychologist, no musician, no writer
I'm just a simple guy
trying to be famous
in an infamous world
where everytime everything is open for everyone
except me.
And I fear
I will be left back
while all others drive along their ways
they've found in their lives
and I wonder
if I couldn't be one of them
driving along a simple route
enjoying to view outside
glad that I am.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC