Ashley Dowdy (Forbus) Poems

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1.
A Strong Man

He will not let anyone see the terrors he holds inside
Yet, he is not afraid to Cry
He is strong for everyone else on the outside
Always there for whoever is in need
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2.
Roads Traveled

With the roads we travel, and the lives we lead
We have the power of what we want to be seen
At times you may choose to see what is ugly on the way
However, in the moment of this very day
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Searching

4.
My Leather Jacket

My leather jacket has sentimental value
Passed down from mother to daugher
She says here baby-gurl from me to you
Treat it with precious care
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5.
In Parting

Lover, accept this kiss I lay upon thy brow
And in sealing this deal I shall part from you now
Satan fools the weak, sadly, that I am
He disguised his self in you
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6.
Before B.D.

My mind is like a broken record
It skips a remix that does not match my mood
My heart desperately needs to be tuned
For my heart always sings the blues
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7.
Dark Nights

Dark nights, stars are burning billions of miles away, in the hollows of the black sky. That is how she feels all the time.
Dark nights, how will she navigate her way, find her way, when all she can see in the nothingness all around her.
Dark nights, she screams at the nothingness thats around her. she screams at the numbness inside her, the pains she cannot get away from, and the coldness that drowns her.
Dark nights, no one knows about the fights she fights alones, trapted inside her own self.
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8.
Black Diamonds

Like a precious black diamond she is genuine and unique
Brillant with beauty but does not show as much light
only a few can hinder whats really inside
for truth be told, not many can find
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9.
Black Dress

Black dress, pressed tight against my chest, it is a threat, but i need to look my best
Black veil plays merry go round with my neck, I stand on a deck while I am slowly losing my precious breaths
Black dress makes my head unbearably heavy, my breaths are too shallow, my eyes are dry and weary
but my eyes manage to still look dreary and I can still hear the faint murmurs of what is inside my chest
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10.
A Tale Of A Rose And Rain

I've heard of a tale that has been proven to fail
It is said Tears are like the Rain
Such a refreashment to a Rose
It blossoms and grows
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