Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  IF EVER I’M AFRAID  AN ODE TO A MOM (OR A DAD) I will follow on this path On the stones already laid I know you’ll hold my hand If ever I’m afraid In my eyes you’re a hero The best mom (dad) ever made I bask in the glow Of your light that won’t fade You’ve said it so often Like a song that’s replayed That I am your jewel The most beautiful Jade So safe and secure In your arms where I’ve stayed Sleeping so soundly While awake you have prayed No matter how often Your nerves might get frayed The life you’ve created I’m not willing to trade Where I might struggle You always give aid When the sun is too bright You offer your shade So yes I’ll walk this path On the stones that you have laid Because I know you’ll always hold my hand If ever I’m afraid Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.27.2025

  When the sound is calm my heart knows peace for there is no storm to worry about not tonight    A smile to the face is sweetly worn as the music of grace as shifting tides prevail   Anchor away we cannot sail without the wind now we rest after mending tattered things   While in this cove Merry sounds reach our ears   The waters calm a woman stands upon the sands where the water meets   Does she mourn shedding tears or does she wait for whom she cares Poetry Written By: Justice James Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

  Canva AI Image WHITE AURA AURA Your light shines so bright My own personal beacon You give me strength Whenever I weaken But you aren’t just mine There’s others you heal They seek you out Because your power they feel You need to be careful So you won't get drained They’ve done it before Till no power remained Like vampires in the night They take more than they give And you just keep giving Because that’s how you live Never before have I seen such a light Glowing and vibrant, a beautiful white An aura so pure and a gift that is strong If you didn’t help others  you’d think that was wrong If I had the power, I’d give you some of mine I don’t want you to dim. I only want you to shine Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.23.2025

  A Question Of Destiny Canva AI Image A Question Of Destiny Sometimes I feel like my moves are preset. Like, am I doing something that I'll live to  regret? Simon Says, now move to your right. This has caused me many a sleepless night. I don’t know. And maybe I’m wrong. It’s like singing a verse, b efore they've played your song. Maybe not a good example in this particular instance. But I wonder.. is it fate, or just coincidence? Am I making my own choices, or are they already made? Building my own dreams, or are stones already laid? I’m at my wits end. I’m at a loss. Am I the one in charge, or do I have a boss? These are my thoughts that at night take ahold. With no answers forthcoming, I must watch it unfold. Is it predestined or do I have a choice? Am I speaking the words but not in my voice? So if you have an explanation please share it with me. Just get me out of my head.. with my crazy thoughts on destiny! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.23.2025

  Canva AI Image Echoes ECHOES If my emotions have an echo, Will the echo ever fade? Or will I keep reliving them? Is that the price that’s paid? The darkness. It’s never ending. I cannot escape the shade. I try and keep on running but.. No progress is ever made. Cannot seem to crest the hill. Never make it to the glade. But I see every piece of grass. Every single, unique blade. Always letting myself down. Like a failing grade. So tired of the hurt and pain, But not healing from the jade. Why are there no answers? For all the times I’ve prayed? Always reaching for someone. But no one has ever stayed. The echoes keep on coming Like a song that is replayed. I can’t handle too much more. My nerves are truly frayed. I think I have my answer. It’s me who’ll start to fade. I’m gonna embrace my echoes. And attempt to no longer be afraid. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Canva AI Image Selflessly SELFLESSLY You might not think what you did was big. But to me it was a gift. To you, a simple gesture. But it had the power to uplift. And for that I'm so endlessly grateful. You created  something beautiful out of something hateful. To me it changed my outlook. My mood for that whole day. There’s so much power in one’s words. In what they want to say. So you might think it’s nothing. Just a normal day for you. But to me you stopped the pain, that was already slicing through. You reminded me of who I am and what I’m really worth. What you did for me today. Well you’re a blessing on this earth. And maybe you will never know, what you now mean to me. Where others tried to tear me down.  You healed me selflessly. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.20.2025  

  Canva AI Image A Show Of Strength Strength and Inner Beauty I’m not a project You can magically fix No tools created Or some box of tricks Could ever repair My type of damage I’m not property That needs to be managed I want off of your stage crowds won’t stand and applaud Because I am too broken I’m scarred and I’m flawed Get me off of this pedestal Or I’m gonna jump down I’ve always preferred To have my feet on the ground And nobody’s perfect Not even you And I’d never judge All the hell you’ve been through I won't change who I am When you can’t even see My trauma helped build My strength and inner beauty Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.21.2025

A Celestial Body Untethered *Find McKenzie at:* alcmacduffieart.com @yoursaturdayknight - Threads & Instagram                                                                                            One listens as the sea listens to the  moon, pulling at the tides of meaning, aching for a whisper yet to come. There is so much I wish to tell, so much caught in the net of ribs, fluttering like silver fish, too quick, too bright, too fleeting to hold in our hands. Instead, I pray like a tree prays to the wind, bending beneath the weight of longing, roots trembling in the hush of what cannot be said. I fall apart at the seams, a fabric too worn t...

MOONLIT TRESSES *Where to find the artist/writer* @yoursaturdayknight - Instagram and Threads alcmacduffieart.com It falls in silver, or is that teal? A river of light spilling through fingers, too soft to hold, too radiant to be real. Is the white a brightness? Perhaps platinum? I have seen moonlight on water, the hush of tides shifting under its pull, but never have I known its source to walk among us, breathing, passing. Is this what sailors follow when the horizon is lost? Is this the call of a lighthouse too distant to name? I thought I knew the sky, I thought I knew the sea, but never have I seen such tresses, never have I known to look. A miracle in the turning, a sigh in the leaving, a parting glow that lingers when all else fades. Perhaps a poem is enough. Poetry Written By McKenzie MacDuffie Poetry Published By Eryn Dunbar  

I'll Catch You In The Moonlight (Canva AI Image) I'LL FIND YOU IN THE MOONLIGHT (*Inspired by McKenzie MacDuffie*) I'll find you in the moonlight I'll follow on your path Attracted to your energy Like chasing an empath Your scent intoxicates me I breathe you in like air I crave you like no other Pure, unique, and rare I cannot look away As I trail behind discreetly A spell I cannot break I must have you completely I promise you will love me Two Queens meant to be mates I'll catch you in the moonlight And intertwine our fates Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.20.2025

Me and my younger self (Canva AI Image)   I BUMPED INTO MY YOUNGER SELF  THE OTHER DAY *Inspired Poetry By @ceispoetry *Trending Poetry I bumped into my younger self the other day.  Smiling and laughing. She saw me then turned away. But I had very important stuff that I needed to say. So I started walking towards her, undaunted in any way. I grabbed her in a hug and I said HELLO! She hugged me tightly back, her face aglow.  I asked WHY DID YOU COME? WHEN YOU DIDN’T WANT TO GO? YOU KNOW HE’S NOT FAITHFUL.  And she said I KNOW. Softly I said, as I gently touched her shoulder. YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE ME AND I AM YOU, WHEN YOU ARE OLDER. And suddenly her demeanor got just a little bolder. Oh how I remembered how our eyes could smolder! I say YOU SHOULD WALK AWAY NOW, BEFORE IT GETS TOO HARD. BECAUSE THAT BOY IS NO GOOD FOR YOU, AND HE WILL ONLY LEAVE YOU SCARRED. YOUR HEART WILL BE IN PIECES. THE EDGES A LITTLE CHARRED. AT THE VERY LEAST, DON’T LET DOWN YOUR MENTAL GU...

My Son - The Key I often have to ask myself, am I truly happy? Sometimes the answer is yes, and I become a little sappy. But sometimes the answer is no, and I’m barely getting by. It seems to have the same outcome and I again begin to cry. So I guess I should be asking, why it always turns to tears? And am I wasting my life away, over the past several years? But am I? Because I have an amazing son, who completes me in every way. He fills my heart entirely and consumes my every day. So in the end I finally decide that he is the main key. To how I’ve grown and blossomed and become so damn happy. ❤️ Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025  

Think Twice You think that you can break me? I'm stronger than I look. However you’re a narcissist, Off the pages of a book. One of us will lose this fight. I promise it's not me. I won’t be your punching bag. Nor a victim, willingly. I feel bad for all the others, That you got to first. Knowing that’s how you get off, Quenching your sick thirst. I have all their backs.  I’ll fight for each and every one. I’m giving you a head start, So boy, you’d better run. I promise I will catch you.  And it’s you that’s going down. You don’t deserve to be a king. I’m gonna strip you of your crown.    We are not scared of you, So boy, you had better think twice. Because in the end it’s gonna be you, That will always pay the price. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.17.2025

Looking for an Alien abduction adventure? Look no further.... Let's make a production  Of an alien abduction I'll make an accommodation If you'll bring an accordion  No need for aggravation  Oppression or aggression There will be no annihilation  Body or Soul appropriation Armageddon or ascension just an adventurous audition To become awakened Poetry Written By William Pope Poetry Published By Eryn Dunbar

MY SALVATION The way my wrist was held so tight Has left a permanent abrasion Each day I cake my makeup on No matter the occasion You get mad at me throughout the day If I make the smallest deviation No longer allowed to go to work I no longer have an occupation You made me think that I’m unworthy You are a master of manipulation I’m only allowed to build you up You require constant stimulation It use to be love but now it’s fear That causes my heart a palpitation  I want my life and story back You’re no longer allowed to do the narration I need help and I need it now I want out of this situation In the end, it’s you going down Because I’m backed by the entire nation By the kindness of strangers and with my God I have finally found my salvation Karma will find you and you will pay  With a fiery eternal damnation * If you are a victim of Domestic Violence, please call the hotline at 1-800-799-7233. www.thehotline.org You are not alone. At the very least reach out to me, and I w...

YOUR LOVE Your love is like a warm embrace Elegant and full of grace Your love is like a soft pillow Sitting under the Willow Your love is like a ray of sun Shining on your morning run Your love is like a bright full moon We'll bask in it in the lagoon Your love is like a slow pace dance The beginning of a new romance Your love fits like the softest glove I swear you're sent from up above Your love is what dreams are made of You will always be my forever love Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) Sept. 2024

When two Souls collide When two Souls casually collide They're lucky if they recognize  The shared journey of past lives Of lovers, husbands & wives Observing two shooting stars in the sky Awakening histories of forgotten lives A reminder of the wanting heartache To reconnect, the longing to be awake To awaken from a life of slumber Stop the ambling directionless lumber Finding the courage to begin a new path Having a mission, with a purpose, alas! Demanding to be your life's Executer Begin questioning all admiring Orbiters Claiming the inalienable right of happiness Finally eliminating your unholy loneliness  Intentionally accidentally touching hands Looking for any evidence of a gold band Respectful of boundaries, avoiding actions  of unnecessary embarrassing indiscretions Poetry Written By: William Pope Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar