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 Apr 2019 Gregory Dun Aer
Madison
Somethings are more
beautiful while they burn
A short one
 Mar 2019 Gregory Dun Aer
e l l
were you made to taste like
the sunny november mornings of 2009
not a cloud in the sky
no tears in my bright, young eyes

were you put here to remind me
of the times when things were simpler
wake up, go to school, color some pictures
then go to bed, wiggling loose teeth until i doze off
 Aug 2018 Gregory Dun Aer
Eriko
my mind
a pink dawn
my heart
a rippling stream
my soul
in reminisce
sometimes my pain
is yelling at my family
not even remembering why
sometimes my anger
is crying in my room alone
being careful not to make a sound
sometimes my sadness
is standing in the rain
wishing it would wash me away
sometimes my depression
is lying in bed and wanting to get up
but not being able to lift the chains
sometimes my breath
is stolen from my lungs
feeling all of this at once
sometimes my mind
is numb and empty
feeling nothing at all
sometimes im just... there
not feeling anything
but not feeling nothing
and sometimes in those moments
i wish i was dead.
August 3, 2017.
 Dec 2017 Gregory Dun Aer
Eriko
my blood boils,
reeling thickly through my veins
my limbs swell with red,
breath quickens and hastens
for an explosion of incoherent material,
simply permitting the emotion
to tremble deep in the marrow
of my bones like the way the earth
rumbles with exhilarating fury,
the world vanished and I'm consumed
with this parasite inside of me
and I fume and tremble,
anticipating the impeding scream
building in the hall in my chest,
its digging fingers creeping through
the cavities and pulsing throat,
and I open my mouth to shout, to scream,
yet nothing escapes...
I walk silently, the quaking of my knocking knees
and darting of my eyes
betraying the sizzling coals
boiling the red I feel
pooled in the pit of my stomach
and like spit fire, my fury collapses in
its own exhaustion,
so simmering and flickering,
I burrow into an empty shell...
waiting for my wounds to heal
 Dec 2017 Gregory Dun Aer
riwa
let it come.
let it hit you as hard as it may.
let it sting; heartbreak always does...

then let it go;
you are stronger than this grief.
allow yourself to feel all of the feels, but never hold on to them for too long.
(2.12.17)
 Nov 2017 Gregory Dun Aer
Eriko
the expanse between
my ribcage
feels like nothing
like grey,
it's cold and heavy
numb and blind,
wading through it all,
my spirit is shrouded
with fog
its tendrils spill through
the rig bones, consuming
as it goes
I hide in a shell
clinging to the things
which I do know
to weather this storm
of stillness,
as I search for a light
of a magnificent source
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