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  Canva AI Image For I Am Now Your Home You will rarely see me dressed up, in something that is formal. And you will probably call me weird, as I am far from normal. When you think no one is looking, I will make you feel seen. Because I have been called many things, but I have never been called mean. With me, you are protected, for I am your safe place. I am here to offer comfort, in my arms and heart’s embrace. My door is always open, however far you roam. Providing you with endless love, for I am now your home. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 5.19.2025

  EMBRACE YOUR INNER ROAR I choose to dance in the pouring rain And stare up at the moon Change into pjs when I get home And enjoy a lackadaisical afternoon Write a blog on poetry And publish all about my trauma I am choosing happiness now I no longer accept any drama Laugh out loud at my own jokes That I tell in my own head Talk with my son till the early morn While curled up in my bed Time I spend with him is important to me In my life, he will always come first Even if he just told me that  Our Christmas shopping was the worst These are a few little things that make me  Into  the person that I am And honestly I am too old to care I have stopped giving a damn Love me, hate me, embrace me or Just up and turn your back I’ve survived without your type before I no longer will keep track But please know that you are always welcomed  To  join me in the rain Sometimes it’s fun to lose control And act a bit insane Lose your inhibitions, cry those tears  And ...

  I am an absolutely unhinged reckless snacker. Be it hummus, or guacamole on bugels or pretzels I will pack them all in my backpacker My favorites are salted cashews, and almonds But I've never turned down a bowl of pecans Salsa & cheese nachos are never wrong To scrape off your best clean shirt or thong Edamame, celery or fried wasabi chips Give you a seismic blast, but not on your lips When it comes to chips and dips, There's nothing better to spread on your hips, Than jalapeño poppers and oyster bits! But if you must cover it with sauce, You can't go wrong with blue cheese like a boss! BBQ wings can be tangy, spicy hot or mild But only grilled oysters will bring on that smile! Poetry Written By: William Pope Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar 

  The Leftovers Have you ever met someone And they say everything just right? They sweep you off your feet so fast A real, charming delight! They look so good on paper But your gut feeling says it’s wrong. Twirls you around the dance floor Always trying to get along. You know that something’s off He’s too good to be true. Interrupts you while you talk Before you’re even halfway through. Says that your sweet son Needs a strong man in his life. And then casually throws out A line about becoming his next wife. I know this cannot be The only type of man that’s left. A raving narcissist That will be leaving us bereft. I beg you, Fellows and Gentlemen, If you are there, please step up to the line! I have an application to give you Print your name and then please sign. No, nothing to be worried about, This is for your peace of mind. Just wanting to make sure That we won’t waste each other’s time. Hey, if you’ve got one, give it here, I’ll happily fill it out. No? Then fire away some quest...

Something lighthearted and silly for a change...Don't be too hard on me! Lol 🤣🤗😘 Dad Bods  Is it just me Or are dad bods hot? I’m like strut your stuff And show me what you got! And I don’t mind If you have a little belly As long as when you laugh It's like a bowl full of jelly! Or if even after work   You are a little smelly. Not very tall? You are short in stature? I myself think Only personality should matter! Prefer drinking every night Instead of staying sober? Bonfire burning out back With all our framily over. Hunting with the guys Sports on every weekend. Trust me daddy That’s just what I’m thinking! Like I said I like that dad body! So come on over here You sexy little hottie! Let’s close the bedroom door Because it’s time to get naughty! Make it quickly to the bed And I'll treat you like a God. Now come on over baby Let me see that Dad Bod! Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar