Finn Irby

Joined October 2023

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Bio

My name is Chris but i prefer Finn I'm 17 years old and an aspiring poet feel free to ask any questions about anything I love people even acknowledging my work I'm currently processing with the U.S Army

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Fading Shadows
In the darkness of my mind I search for a light I cannot find Empty thoughts weigh me down I'm drowning in silence can't make a sound
By Finn Irby5 days ago in Poets
Spring Must Always go
In every story Its all the same Why does Spring go away Perhaps as a reminder Of times long gone To wish for better And know where we went wrong
By Finn Irby2 months ago in Poets
Summer Night Perfect Occasion
Summer night Perfect occasion Sea breeze, Piná Coladas Where have you been waiting What lengths am I willing to go
By Finn Irby2 months ago in Poets
Dear James
Dear Jame, I hope you like it up there in heaven man why you kill yourself whats been happening lately you've been on my mind
By Finn Irby3 months ago in Poets
Ludophobia Vol.1
Intro: It was a normal evening and Jake sat in his chair after a particularly rough day at work. He was surfing through the channels trying to find something to watch, maybe a superhero movie? He wasn't sure. his eyes suddenly felt really heavy as he started to nod off. From out of various rooms men in black suits crept out and dragged him into a van. Before the men left they moved a very large black bag into the house and unzipped it. It was then set in Jake's chair and the house was set on fire destroying any evidence that he was ever there.
By Finn Irby4 months ago in Chapters
Where Are We Going
Lifes Awating Her Time On Hold Abateing Where Are We Going With our Excitement Inflateing Where Are We Going To seas Aroaring
By Finn Irby4 months ago in Poets
Raid The Arcade Playlist
Raid The Arcade Playlist Tom Sawyer - Rush Black Betty - Ram Jam Seventeen - Winger Remedy - Seether
By Finn Irby4 months ago in Motivation
Masklophobia
WARNING this story is about to get very Dark and very violent you’ve been warned… “Makslophobia” ~Chris irby Late on an October afternoon, there sat a child in her bedroom among her sat crafting supplies, cutting pieces of felt and ribbon. Meanwhile, her parents started arguing downstairs, which caused her to look at the items between her legs and sigh.
By Finn Irby7 months ago in Horror

Finn Irby

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Fading Shadows

Spring Must Always go

Summer Night Perfect Occasion

Dear James

Ludophobia Vol.1

Where Are We Going

Raid The Arcade Playlist

Masklophobia

Stories (8/0)