Eryona Writes! Copyright Law (c) 2024 - Present

Thinking   It never works out well Spending time within my mind The thoughts are overwhelming There’s no telling what they’ll find The disappointments are abundant Scars that run real deep The days I can’t get out of bed And nights I get no sleep All the bad and all the good Coming one after the other The birth of all my kids Then the day I found my brother The quiet feels so loud With the noise between my ears Love that tore my world apart So many wasted years The friends who stand beside me The ones that ran away Feeling lost with no direction Then a poet saved the day For everything that hurts Another brings a smile Tired of being on this ride Need to step off for a while This thinking doesn’t work for me I need to find my place Where I can finally settle down Get out of this rat race  I’m going to lay my head down Pray I’m able to get some rest Start it all again tomorrow It may not be perfect but I’ll do my best Poetry Written By: Dave Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar ...

  When The Truths Become The Lies When the lies become the truths And the truths become the lies When every waking hour Is full of endless cries When sleep becomes elusive When all you know is pain You feel completely lost There’s nothing left to gain That’s when you must attempt To reassess your life You must start over now It’s time to sheath the knife Picture in your mind Start the wheels to turning Might be a little rusty Fighting through the hurting Plant the seeds of purpose Research what you don’t know Every little step you take Is the returning of your glow Once you get warmed up You will start to see the shine All you really needed Was a gentle nudge behind And it’s okay to falter Two steps forward, one step back Just remember that your reason It’s not all white and black Some things can hold all the color Every hue and every shade They can still lose their luster Their loveliness can fade So you just need to be you There is no one else to impress You are all that matters ...

Fairytale  I was once told to write my own fairytale I think that ship has long set sail Blown away by a windy gale One more thing I can call a fail Instead I write with paper and pen Where I change the story again and again A cavernous cave or a wooden den But never a fairytale if ya ken Rolling hills with plenty of trees A bubbling brook where you’re down on your knees I write about honey and bumbling bees Of treacherous rains and rough weather seas I write about almost anything Two sweet lovers and how they cling A fancy car, a diamond ring But a fairytale I’ll never sing A fairytale story I’ll never tell My heart too often, it has fell Pushed me back into my shell I’m no longer under that fairytale spell Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar  Copyright 1.11.2025

  Childhood Memory You want me to remember My favorite childhood memory That would be with my doll While we would sit and drink our tea It was always the two of us, Ruthie Annabelle and me But of course we would make room For Bear and Barbie Who would join us at our table For our fun, little party Mom would peak her head in Smiling at what she would see The best was when we would be joined By my dearest daddy Now my daddy dearest Walks around with a cane Mom is half blind and deaf But still all sane I have two kids of my own, Jaxon and Jane When we visit my parents We all take the train Only because Ruthie Annabelle Won’t fly on a plane  But the chance to see family Is worth any pain I hope you have enjoyed this trip Down my memory lane Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar ©️

  Wash Over Me ©️ Moonlight slides through the open window Ohhh how I could always live in it’s glow Washing over me like the gentlest caress Warming my skin, my heart with finesse Empowered by the Goddess Serene Loved from the moon and back and all in between Ensnared in it’s beams and can’t look away Loving the night more than the day The moon is more powerful than it would seem Entangled in it, like sheets when you dream Loving the moon and the power it’s granted Intertwined in it’s magic, I’m forever enchanted Ohhh sweet moonbeam, always wash over me Wrapped in your light, I’m protected and free Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar ©️

  We All Deserve ©️ We all deserve to be loved unconditionally Not called out for something we did stupidly Not beatdown for days we are depressed We all deserve to be loved, hugged and caressed Not yelled at because we can’t get out of bed Not made fun of when we get stuck in our head We all deserve to be loved and to be heard Not to be told we are always awkward Not to be bullied and knocked down  We deserve to be Kings or Queens in our crown Not to be told how we are so broken Love is a gift, not something you buy with a token Love is messy, it doesn’t follow a script We all deserve love, the kind where we are worshipped We all deserve love, the unconditional kind We all deserve it, but it’s so hard to find Poetry Written By: Eryn Dunbar ©️

Best For You - A Poem By Ryan O’Keefe The Beginning At The End I wished it wasn't the truth. But I'm not what's best for you. There are things I could not do. Or couldn't figure out how to. It'd be crazy for me to continue. I only want what's best for you. I tried to rearrange our stars on my own, I confess. Hoping you'd validate my efforts and be impressed. But that was like trying to make the sun rise in the west. Or ask the moon to shine brighter when I feel depressed. It was a destructive way to serve my own self-interest. You deserve a love specific to your needs. No matter how much you meant to me. I was blinded by trauma, I couldn't see, I was keeping you locked in our toxicity. I wanted the best for you, but more importantly. I was compelled by a drive to find what was best for me. We couldn't breathe. Our lungs were always at capacity. I may not know yet what's best for me. But I can't keep suppressing my personality. I hope my absen...