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  THE DAILY GRIND How do you unwind after a demanding day? (Poetry Prompt) WordPress How do I unwind after a demanding day? I like to write. There’s so much I want to say. With words I express exactly how I am feeling. They aid me to recover from all I am dealing. It helps me cut loose, relax and rejoice. It gives my thoughts their very own voice. So you ask what I do when I want to unwind? Writings my cure from my life’s daily grind! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.23.2025

  Devil's Playground Canva AI Image Devil’s Playground You always make jokes, saying you want to play around. But I’m not sure I want to play, on your Devil’s Playground. You’re always real quick, to say that I should meet your friends. If we start writing this book, I’m scared of how it ends. You always invite me over, but never before dark. I feel like I’m swimming at night, and being chased by a shark. So maybe I shouldn’t answer, the next time that you call. Should start adding more bricks, to my protective wall. The next time you reach out, I think that’s what I’m gonna do. I will not answer the door and I’m gonna push away from you. So no, do not come over. You’re no longer welcome to come around. And the answer’s a firm no. I won't play on your Devil’s Playground. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Canva AI Image  KEEN AS A KNIFE If steel sharpens steel, then consider us sharp Wound tight like the strings of a beautiful harp I’d back away slowly and don’t touch the blade Or you might fall beneath and become one of it’s slayed The instruments are more dangerous than their players I'd drop to a knee and start offering up prayers Yes I am saying we’re as keen as a knife Don’t come any closer or you might lose a life The spell once put upon you has now been lifted By a powerful witch who is thoroughly gifted So don’t just walk away. I’d suggest that you run Or your life will be forfeited before it’s begun So let’s make it clear so you’re not left to ponder Death is waiting for you… on the path that you wonder So watch where you step and make all the right turns  Or things will go wrong and you'll be feeling Hells burns Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

NEVER AGAIN Not even once Or never again I won’t fall for your lies I won’t let it happen Gonna fight my way out Gonna set myself free You’re a rabbit hole I won’t go down willingly Once, shame on you Twice, shame on me No ifs, ands, or buts No I guess, or maybe No second chance But for you, not a first We haven’t even dated Yet I can tell you’re the worst So go somewhere else Please leave me alone You remind me of others I have already known I won’t allow you in So turn and walk away There’s nothing you can do No words that you can say I’m an adult You’re a man child Your type of poison Has never come mild So just turn around Walk back to your car The only place I want to see  you  Is from afar 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...

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

That pretty girl next door You know, the beautiful One? She makes my heart soar She makes my life fun!! One day she noticed me This fearless confucius Sailor Bobbing upon a lifeless sea Searching for a co-adventurer  Now, when I awaken in the morn With the dawn peeking in I feel as if I've found my Unicorn  A patch of honeysuckle and Jasmine The butterfly's flutter higher And the birds sing louder Colors are suddenly brighter A sky brushed full of glitter My world looks different now It's a softer, gentler season I'm not sure why, but somehow She must be the reason If our lips were close enough to meet It would rebirth a past life memory Making my heart skip a beat Unlocking a love of the centuries  We couldn't help but remember A centuries old true love Two lives entwined, and surrendered I'm certainly thankful to God above Poetry Written By: William Pope Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

  MOMMY (Trigger Warning) Abortion (From A Baby’s Point Of View) I know that man hurt you, Three months ago. That I’m a surprise, And you’re starting to show. But please don’t keep walking, And go through that door. I just want to stay. I want nothing more. Mommy! Mommy! You’re scaring me! Please don’t do this! Please hear my plea! I know you’re just trying, To find an escape. From the memories of Your horrible rape. And this isn’t the best, Of circumstance. But I beg you, Mommy! Just give me a chance! You think I’ll only remind you, Of that nightmarish night. You feel alone and afraid. You’re in fight or flight. But I promise you now. That I’ll give you strength. Please don’t give up. Don’t go to this length. Don’t walk through that door. Please don’t give in. Please let me exist. Let my life begin. Mommy! Mommy! You’re turning around! You’re changing your mind! You’re standing your ground! You’re not giving in. You’re not gonna run. I thank you and promise… I’ll be the best son. ...

  I Could Be Anything I was once told When I was 4 years old That I could be anything I wanted At 17 I learned what that would mean And all my dreams became daunted At 25 I still failed to thrive With no dreams to be flaunted At 49 I embraced my shine And now I no longer feel haunted Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.5.2025

  I’m So In Love With You I don’t want to be second fiddle I’m not okay being number two But I can’t seem to walk away Because I’m so in love with you You call me when you’re bored When you have nothing else to do And I stupidly answer the phone Because I’m so in love with you You tell me about your breakups How you and her are through And I hang on every word Because I’m so in love with you You tell me that you love me But your words do not ring true But I believe them anyway Because I’m so in love with you I wish we’d never met That you were someone I never knew But I just can’t seem to walk away Because I’m forever in love with you Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.7.2025

JUST A NUMBER Copyright (c) 2.7.2025 I’m done being a number In your way of keeping score Fighting for the top spot I am worth so much more Am I one or am I two Is not a way to live They can have you to themselves I have nothing more to give. So find another sucker Who wants to play the game One day they will see as well You are not who you claim I hope that sometime soon The real you comes to light And everyone realizes You were never worth the fight I now will walk away It is what I have to do Because any man in your life Is just a number to you! Poetry Written By: Dave Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

  Mental Health It’s not that easy. Baring my soul. It truly doesn’t give me, Any more control. Sharing my trauma, Is not a real gain. By writing about it, I relive all my pain. But I do it. Not just to strengthen myself. But to bring more awareness, To Mental Health. I will say, I use to feel so alone. But since this journey started, My family has grown. And also, I can’t thank you enough. For being here for me.. Through the good, the bad, the rough. I will never be able, To honestly express it. You’ve taken over my life, And now truly bless it! So no, It’s not easy. Laying my soul bare. But I do it to show you, How much I care. I do it to prove, That I can still feel. Because this Mental Health Business, Is so fucking real. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.6.2025

I Choose People ask me why I’m single I say that’s how I choose to live Why stay in a relationship Where you’re the only one to give Always being attacked and then Expected to forgive I’m sorry, but that’s not a life I’d ever want to live I choose to stay single I don’t like to feel lost In relationships I have Always been double crossed Must protect myself No matter the cost I’m on my own path Where I never get lost So being single in this life Is what I’ve embraced Never have to worry About being replaced Handling everything No matter what I have faced Don’t judge me for this life That I have now embraced People ask me why I’m single I say it’s how I want to live I choose this path because I have nothing left to give If I stay single Then there’s no one to forgive So let me enjoy this life That I now love to live Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 1.28.2025  

  Hidden In This Mask I’m so quick to say that I enjoy being free. But that’s not always my reality. I’m actually afraid of what others might see. I say I don’t believe in love but that’s not true. I’m afraid of how I’ll handle it. If I lose another you. So I stay hidden in this mask. Watching life from my safe view. I think I was mostly trying to convince myself, That at 49 I was safer up on my shelf. That I’m better at protecting my own mental health. Maybe it’s time to let someone in and let them care. Maybe true love ISN’T really so rare. I think I’m now ready. I’ve become more self aware. Coming to terms with it has finally made it real. And letting someone in might be how I heal. I think it’s finally okay. To let myself start to feel. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 1.30.2025

Jaded The older I get  The more jaded I feel  I fantasized about love  But now know it’s not real  At least not for me  At least not yet  So much heartache  For me to forget  I want passion  Wrapped in someone’s arms  Sweet words flowing  Always spouting charms  Surrounded by love  I’d be so grateful  But so far it’s only been  Vicious and hateful  I want to be needed  To know that I mattered  Pick up my heart's pieces  From where it’s been shattered  I don’t want to be jaded  Treat me like a jewel  Show me kindness and warmth Not something wicked and cruel  Shower me with your love  Wash away all my pain  I want to be your Queen  I’m ready to reign  I know I sound desperate  But I’m desperate to feel  Please show me this love  The kind… that is real  Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 1.28.2025

  THIS. TIME. They’re trying again… To rip me apart. My pain and my trauma, Dismantling my heart. That I’ve been attempting … Worked on it so hard. To piece it back together, Without the bits that are scarred. Don’t think I’m winning. Kinda feels like I’m lost. But I absolutely have to win, No matter the cost. Because I can’t become her. Can’t be that girl again. She isn’t strong enough. She’ll only take us to the end… And then it’s over. That’s all she wrote. I’m screaming from my lungs, Tearing up my throat! Maybe this time, I should ask for help. Actually ask out loud. Not some fake mental yelp, That no one can hear, Because it’s just in my head. Don’t wanna wake up, Dead in my bed. So this time. I’m gonna call out your name. No longer hiding behind, my guilt and all my shame. Yes, this time. Gonna grab hold of your hand. Help pull me out, Of this sinking sand. Yes, This time. The whole village if needed. Won’t give up on my new life. I won’t be defeated! Oh yes. This time. I’m ...

Fighting To Thrive (A Poet’s Negative View On Life Some Days) Do you ever wonder why you even exist? Like you’re a punching bag and life is the fist? Can’t seem to break the cycle, no matter how hard you try. Surrounded by angry people who are quick to lie. I don’t want my depression to begin to resurface. Need to reevaluate myself and remember my purpose. But my nerves are shot, they’re about to break. No matter what I do , every move’s a mistake. Am I the only one that ever feels this way? That this life gets harder, day by day? It’s a struggle to remind myself that things will get better. When my eyes only seem to get wetter and wetter. But don’t worry about me. I will always survive. I just wondered if I was the only one that ever fought to thrive. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 1.30.2025