Finn D'Amore
Bio
My name is Finn D'Amore, I'm a poet at heart and always have been. I hope I can prove it to you.
Stories (5/0)
Moon in the blue sky
~Moon In The Blue Sky~ Moon in the blue sky, follow me home, Moon in the blue sky, light the way in darkest nights, Moon in the blue sky, please don't leave, even when rain clouds come to take your shine away, Moon in the blue sky, you look so close, as if I could just extended my hand and grab you strait from where you've been but, My hands come up empty every time, why is that? Why aren't you mine again? Why aren't you back here? Moon in the blue sky, do you hear me when I pray at night? Moon in the blue sky, you give me signs from beyond, but you're still not mine again, why is that? Moon in the blue sky, I'm so lost without your light, I should be in darkest nights but I'm not! Why do you save me? Why do you do these things? Am I different than all the rest? Am I just lucky? Am I nothing at all and everything's been a grand coincidence? I feel your presence, but I can't hear your voice and when I try to call you it says your numbers no longer in service and it hurts! I never wanted that. Nobody prepared me for this. Moon in the blue sky, why did it have to happen like that? Is life just one big trap? We walk along the solid grey concrete with automobiles driving close behind, bright yellow headlights signifying their presence and don't give it a second thought. Moon in the blue sky, why is that? Moon in the blue sky, will you shead some light on the situation? I don't understand why life is like this. Moon in the blue sky, please pay your phone bill, I have so much to tell you and, I don't know how I'd feel if someone else got your number. I'd rather be robbed house and home, every dime I'd ever earn and more, than to be robbed a piece of you. Moon in the blue sky, I feel your arms around me, but when I turned to greet you, you weren't there to exchange the favor? Moon in the blue sky, why is that? Why weren't you there when I turned around? I still felt your presence like once before, before the time you went beyond my reach. Moon in the blue sky, please answer me! Moon in the blue sky, please come back to me. Moon in the blue sky, one last question if you please? I'm quite the curious child, but I have a broken mind. Does that apply to my heart as well? Am I broken in a way that's more than physical? Am I too far gone for redemption? You see, life has played a lot of sick jokes on me, quite the dark sense of humor, but my lust for life burns through it all? Why is that? Why could I never let go of hope, even when I wanted to jump from my windows ledge? Hope never let go and though I once thought she was the enemy of storybooks, in the end, she's been my greatest friend. I hope for many things. I hope when I cross the veil of life I have rich stories to share with the endless souls I may meet. I hope when I see the souls I've held so dear and longed for my whole life that- That I'll have something to show for the time I spent alive and not just woes to cause burden. I'm sorry if I've rambled on for so long, but, you see, I was broken as a child, and I'm worried that my heart may be as well. My thoughts can lead to dark places and sometimes I worry that if the moon didn't shine through the night, I'd be lost. Am I already lost? Should I have just given up? Moon in the blue sky, I'm quite the curious child you see, even with my broken mind, I'd still love to learn. Moon in the blue sky, I'm sorry if I've rambled. Moon in the blue sky, I'm sorry if I apologize too much. Moon in the blue sky, my question is a common one but simple it is not, Who am I meant to be?
By Finn D'Amore3 years ago in Poets
Red
~Red~ She walks through white snow on red bottomed soles, wind in her hair worn like a bow, messy and strays everywhere, Her lips red and full like spring cherries in the garden, waiting to be picked by her angels kiss, Feet are numb with no socks on and her toe nails are painted red, waiting for spring to come. Red. The night she danced in a grand ballroom, the feeling in her chest, heart pumping and she was out of breath, Red. Never letting go, picked by her angels kiss, His heart her's and he's gripping her hips, Red. Burning passion, summertime sadness, and high fashion. Walking with her arms locked in the white wintertime snow, never freezing cold, blue flames roasting ribs wrought with her favorite rose' marinade, Red. Passionate, intimate, delicate but never fragile. Heart's pounding, out of breath, but she's too fast. She walks through the white snow on red bottomed soles, wind in her hair, messily worn like a bow going anywhere, Her lips full and red like spring cherries, passion burning hot enough to melt the white snow she treads upon, Feet are numb but her heart carries her on, waiting for spring to come. She's passionate, intimate, delicate but never fragile, Beautiful, to be cherished, never taken for granted. Red.
By Finn D'Amore3 years ago in Poets
Hurricane
I think I'm falling in love My cheeks flush rosey pink and my smile wide and white You're so cool and I cherish every miniscule interaction with you Eggs cooking on the stove every morning under a blue flame, Brewing black coffee with a splash of heavy cream- I'll confess I've got a thing for blondies, Yet your raven hair with the highlights of platinum has certainly drawn me. My face redder than a ripe beet picked during season I'm not grey and indifferent to life anymore You've made me blue as the (of course) ocean. Blue that I've lost so much time when I could've been feeling this red all along. I think I'm falling in love. Color me neon green cause' nothing else matters anymore No more saying no, no more chance at a missed opportunity. You are shadow and light at the same time Staring at you is to gaze into the zealous craftsmanship of the divine, Perfect in your every way. There's things I see in you that the mirror doesn't show, I see golden sunshine when you smile wide, Makes me picture you in a white dress with yellow roses braided into your hair, You say that you love the way the grey of my eyes shine in the sunrise, You don't understand beloved They only shine cause' of you darlin'. There's a fire in my veins burning blue, taking away everything I used to know in thick black smoke, leaving behind naught a thing but the grey ash in my eyes, You lit the match on my wooden heart and it's been burning red hot ever since. I'm not grey anymore, I'm blue now. Happy that you're in my life Blue for all the years that I missed. I think I'm falling in love.
By Finn D'Amore3 years ago in Poets
My pathetic attempt at trying to be poetic
~My Pathetic Attempt at Trying to be Poetic~ You know if I start, I won't be able to stop, I've tried writing this a hundred, hundred times and now I'm short ten grand, This is going to be my pathetic attempt at trying to being poetic. Once, I couldn't feel a thing, quite numb really and this was before I got hooked on morphine, before I even considered heroin but I've always loved my cocaine. Red, blue, violet and green, white as well, Before it was just grey, nothing was right, Until you walked into my life, and there was light, it was burning, like how a cigarette burns and I smoked it down to the filter, swirling smoke dancing until the floor was charred black and I had to give into the temptation of a cough, But I didn't stop. It's never enough. Red, blue, violet and green, white lines, stained silver razor blade, Nothing is right! Nothing is right!!! I'm sad or should I say, blue like the morning sky? Sigh, but that's not quite the rhyme, wrong placement, wrong time! Red, blue, violet, and green, white too! This is my pathetic attempt at trying to be poetic. I watch the morning sun rise, makes the cool night white hot, blanket it's greatness, My home is a desert, my house is bitter cold, the furnace is warm, Controller gripped in my hand, my favorite sad song on my Bluetooth speaker. Whiskey for two, just for you, orange soda for me, Video games, stupid things that I enjoy cause the times spent, spending it with you, Red, blue, violet, and green, white too! These are the colors I feel when I think about you, these are the colors I began to see, not just a muddled out grey, Not just a prepared reaction, I felt it, in my heart I never knew I had until I met I you, You've changed my life, my future, my fate so much, if only I could've done the same, They say I'm a dreamer and I guess I am in way over my head. Red, blue, violet and green, tears line my cheeks, frozen in the moment, white flashes, The razor blade is stained. Body's fallen to the floor. He's here but he's not with me, where did you go? The razor blade is stained. I don't... Know what to say? You've devastated me, I felt my heart hit like a spear right through my chest, Hurts in my soul, the feeling is ethereal, indescribable, he's gone away, I can't hear his voice anymore, The razor blade is stained. Red blue violet and green, white lines on the bathroom counter next to the sink, I refused to see. The razor blade is stained. This is my pathetic attempt at trying to be poetic, but I think I'm losing my mind now, I know I'm really sad but I don't feel sad because I'm still in shock from the spear lodged deep in my hearts crater. It's a scar of the soul, I still feel it when I think about that day I fell to my knees in my tile floored living room, I wailed like a banshee but none came to rescue me, Helpless, alone, lost with loss, the razor blade is stained and I can't handle box cutters anymore without getting anxious. Red blue violet and green, these are the colors I no longer see, White and black come together to make grey/gray, the million shades of my reality. The razor blade is stained but I can't see the colors of the splatter anymore so I pretend it's nothing but a stain, easily washed away. Black, white, grey or gray? The razor blade was stained with a sickening shade of sugar raisins, The blood was dried, a drape of gray concealing the vicious tip of the top, The wounds were black, deeper than my eyes could perceive, deep enough to know there's no going back, The ringing in my ears was white in light of the circumstances, Robbed of my Beloved, my muse, my mentor, my friend, my senpai from way back when. I didn't hear what they said but knew the words, He was dead. If it was an accident I would've hated the uncertainty of probability for all eternity. If it was a murder, than I would've returned the favor tenfold, a million times more. If it was sickness than I would've found a cure. But it was a suicide. I couldn't blame a monster in the middle of the night. I couldn't blame cancer like the last time. I couldn't blame probability nor uncertainty, because you took your fate in your own hands. And I know that's all that'll be remembered now. Not the grand man that breathed strongly. Not the scholar of a thousand stars. Not the best boyfriend I'd ever have, my husband never to be. But a tragedy. And it is. But it's not tragic. He took his fate into his own hands. And I should be fine with it. And I tell myself that I am. And I even tell everyone else. But it's a lie. I'm not fine. The razor is blade is stained. And I wish you would've just stuck the blade in me. It would've been less painful. Red. Blue. Violet. Green. These are the colors I remember seeing. Grey or gray? Depending on country of origin. Black. White. This is all I'm left with. Hear me as I write. I'm a writer. I'm an artist. The razor blade is stained. And from that, inspiration came. Thank you, this was my pathetic attempt at trying to be poetic.
By Finn D'Amore3 years ago in Poets
