"finley" poems
I will never understand this feeling
It's a feeling of worthlessness, is it not?
I will never understand its emptiness,
Though I know it too well
Dare I say, I want to fall in love
Again?...
Would It help me to understand,
In ways I can no longer?
I'm aimlessly placing blame
(I don't feel real)
The tip of my finger repelled by,
The denial in my heart
How can something so heavy
Be worn on a sleeve?
Whilst the skin on my body,
Would tear at its seams
I am the worst of all things
I am man-made
Sadly I feel as though, not made to last
And sadly so, I'm afraid to know
I may never make it past,
This feeling
Two months now it's eaten away
It's not a chemical reaction
There will be no half life here
And more than half my fear,
Lies in a reality where,
I can not be free from this
It's a feeling of worthlessness, isn't it?
I am an apple eaten to the core
No
I am the pips spat out
...and forgotten
I just want to be carried away
I want to be more than man-made
I just want to be Finley, Finley again
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
A dandy gentleman contemplates the human condition.
He sits alone in a french coffee shop,
poetry and philisophy his primary mission.
An awkward mind and deep pocketed heart, he bites eagerly into a freshly baked maple syrup ****
His mustache is striking, as though it has a story of its own
He wears a blue velvet coat filled with notes,
not to mention a lifes work of observations and quotes.
He checks his pocket watch from time to time
As he gathers his thoughts to write the next line.
A hint of tobacco can picked up from his vintage clothing
He's a complicated fellow, enigmatic but soothing.
His top hat well established sits on top of his head
His shoes finley polished black with stripes of red.
A long worn out coat still encapsulates his grace
He has a slight intensity reavaled in his face
For this mans work will never be done
For madness is in his nature, to him this is fun.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 5:31 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish I could be a man
the sun will just make me move
dance like Finley Quaye
gathering rainbows
as the sun rays penetrates
deeply through the layers
of the spinning dreidel
Sometimes I wish I could be a man
may be the girls will stare and think
wink and weakly muse
gathering rainbows
as the winter sacrifices it’s cold spell
over the mast of a mountain peak
past the cold freeze of the snowy frost
......If I were a man, I would lay her reign by the summerly graffiti trail. Then, sing her lullabies made of rubies and red roses........
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
To my friend,
I haven't met you yet
You should know that
What you see is what you get
I am not a liar, perhaps just
Brutally honest but
I will sprinkle compassion
On your morning coffee and
Comfort you day and night
In the dark times to come
I don't have anything to give
Except my own company and
A whole lot of love
Hopefully that's good enough
I'll never be perfect but
None of us are, so hopefully
You'll enjoy my company
Better than I do at least
Maybe when we're together
We can go see a movie
Or you could come for a drink
With me and my girlfriend
I just know you're going to love her
She's everything to me and you'll
Get along just fine I know it
Did I mention my family is big?
I have five sisters but it's not
Even half as insufferable as you'd think
They're just like me in a way except
Better suited to girly stuff
My parents are great and my dad
Gets on with near enough everyone
I hope to meet you soon mate
It's lonely without you here
I can be your right hand man
You can be my comfort zone
Here's to the day we meet
Be patient buddy, it can't be long now
Much love from
Your soon to be best friend
Finley x
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
Cincinnati Opening Day
It's a regional holiday
The Finley Market parade
America's first professional baseball team does it the right way
Excitement is in the air
I like to go downtown and pick up freebies on the square
Everybody is dressed in red or Reds gear
Bands are playing, if you want to have fun; you got to go there
The start of baseball season
You know warm weather is near
Everybody has high hopes that this is the year
Opening Day in Cincinnati, come on down and have a beer
C
O O
g0 Reds!
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC
Warning! Contains death, gore, and blood! You have been warned!
A is for Adam who was stabbed by a nail,
B is for Brian who drank too much ale,
C is for Chloe who got kicked by a mule,
D is for Danny who was trampled by a bull,
E is for Eric who swallowed a bee,
F is for Finley who drowned in the sea,
G is for Gordon who fell from a cliff,
H is for Holly who said she'd be back in a jiff,
I is for Ivanna who sunk in the mud,
J is for Jeff who fell with a thud,
K is for Karl who was smushed by a train,
L is for Lucy who was beat by a cane,
M is for Mike who was flattened by a log,
N is for Nate who got lost in the fog,
O is for Oliver who was crushed by snow,
P is for Patrick who was killed by his foe,
Q is for Quincy who slit his own throat,
R is for Rocco who was rammed by a goat,
S is for Sam who was attacked by bears,
T is for Tammy who had too many scares,
U is for Una who got shot in the head,
V is for Victoria who severely bled,
W is for Will who died in his sleep,
X is for Xavier who's heart wouldn't beep,
Y is for Yaz who starved herself,
Z is for Zach who broke through an ice shelf.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC
Old friend,
a part of me still loves you
and cherishes the memories
that we made in youth
and then turned to cinder
I don't know how
two people so well connected
can grow so far apart
I still hear your laugh
I still feel your hugs
the fist bumps and play fights
years of friendship fading
like the smoke filled rooms
we spent so much time in
my memory is getting hazy
I hope your little boy is well
perhaps you'll tell him stories
when he's grown
of an old friend called Finley
I want you to know
I will surely cry when you die
though I doubt
that I'll be at your funeral
Mucho amor
Finley
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
Waking up without you hurts like a hole in the head
and I don't know where you are
or what you've been up to, last night
I only remember letting you down, again
I did something bad, I know what I did
but you wouldn't believe that, I did it for you
and why should you?
I'm Finley, the **** of this earth
apparently
I'm a ******* mess, as you would say
I need help, night and ******* day
can't be without you babe
wouldn't have you any other way
but no one would believe me
when I said I did what I did, for you
I don't wake up without you, for me
for nothing
You tell me,
"if my mother knew about me, about you
she wouldn't want me to be with you, Finley"
and I cry and my heart aches
because it's true
I'm a monster, I hurt all the time
your loving mother would probably think
I've done everything, under the sun
but I'm not that bad
you know me
The police won't even take me in
they bring me home
where the monster in me, starts again
I'd peel the skin off of my body if I could
just to shed this feeling, to be free
to be free of the things that surface
the things I don't want people to see
yet so desperately need to understand
and I've said it before, life is truly
a lustrous haze
I know you don't understand
even though the skin I wear
could speak volumes
whilst the cries of my heart are inaudible
shrieking intense screams
confined and encased
in this feeble cage I call my body
and all the music in the world
can not soothe me
seems like nothing in this world
can put me at ease
except you
You are the arms that carry me away
the hands that wipe away
the tears on my face
and they burn like acid
like tear duct bleach
not strong enough to cleanse me of shame
but as you unknowingly wipe them away
I feel whole again, in some strange way
you make my life
you make me something else
when I can't even better myself
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 7:34 AM UTC
Man... I'm so sick of this **** taking like a politician, tryin ta act like a different person.
Even when im wrightin an gettin twisted.
Stayin up 3 days without sleepin even a second.
I feel like I abandoned my mission, of relatin to the worlds neglected children.
Started spitin **** that made me sound like a *****
but the truth is im still white, high, wearin black hoodies and refusin to accept what I don't like.
Didint notice I was writtin any different I was just hella trippin on the white ****
sittin up all night on hello poetry half dead, can't remember half of what I said. Just remember i wasn't making sense,
finly went to bed and im back again...
Finley Wearin all black again, bandana ironed in my back left again, but even on my brightest days i was born to sin.
So im still north side 14 only white boy allowed in. Pipe loaded with whatever for forever someone better burry me with a peice in my pocket to chief on when they lower down my casket and lock it. Then pour little bit of 40 on top for the homie who never stopped kilin it.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
I sincerely hope
You never felt like
Your love me for was
Not reciprocated
I wish I gave you
Everything that
You gave me but
I saw life distorted
My own I plans thwarted
I wonder if when love dies
Can you restore it?
When love runs it's course
Can you ignore it?
The feelings weren't mutal
Seems like in the end
You felt differently about me
No longer could you pretend
Remember what you said?
You broke my heart once
But never again?
You got me back in August
A month later you're finished
And I recall that I saw this
My dreams wake me early
Every single morning now
Heartbreak breaking a cycle
But I'm in mourning now
Feeling empty as my bedside
Wondering if of any of the drinks
And shots you've had since
If you've dedicated one to us
And all of the little things
That we shared together
Never been ashamed to admit
That losing you was
Losing more than love
I lost the one that knows me best
I lost one of my closest friends
Losing you feels like I lost my place
I still keep the pictures of us up
Just so I can see your face
And maybe I'm strange but
No one sees them anyway
I was me before we wrote our chapter
It hurts that you think I've changed
But I'm still me the page right after
If you still don't believe that
Or just can't see it right now
Remember that the Finley you met
The one you fell in love with then
Still loves you just as much
And misses you so very dearly
But don't worry about me, I'll be ok
Reading this poem I hope
That you can hear me
Because I speak sincerely
I always felt your love
I hope you felt it back
Love can be cold
Without reciprocation
That's why I carry guilt
My certain lack of dedication
You tried in everything
I just lost my patience
Got sick, went numb
Or gave in to
Depressions deprivation
Like I said, don't worry
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
We both have this need for attention - to be loved
Being alone absolutely terrifies us
Yet we're content being alone together
He understands rules and knows how he should behave and so do I
However, we both falter at times - we can be a bit too much for some
I have sat and wondered endlessly about these things trying to figure out how we could be nearly the same
With the answer in front of me the entire time
Our pasts have shaped us
Both of us were left behind by the people we loved the most
We trusted them and they tossed us aside
The trauma of being thrown away and withered down made us who we are
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC
In the beginning...
There is certainty
In the beginning...
Has come to pass
In the beginning...
Is not the question
The one you're meaning to ask
What happens
after all the greats
Have ceased to walk the earth
What happens when there's nothing left
to make you feel that hurt
When war has ceased
But peace won't rule
When greyness conquers man
What happens
When the darkness lights
The truths from which we ran
What God is sovereign
When Mercy ends
And judgement takes its place
What blood can wash
away the sins
And the demons we have faced
What fairy tales
breathe purpose
Into empty broken men
What happens
I pray tell me
what happens in the end
-M.E. Finley
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC