Shadow's Poetry...
Garden Of Glass
*The* Rose
...But I Am
Baby Baby
Garden Of Glass
The Dance Of Eternal Light
Lost Soul
Parak-Ne Bachin 'De
I'm Not Okay
Deserted Losses
Just Don't Know
Into The Mist Of Memories
Can You Hear Me?
Untitled...Any Suggestions?
Untitled, My Dear
The Shadow
Eternally Yours
I Feel
Lethal Assassin/Last Time
Opposing Forces
Eternal Sunshine
Shadow's "One Step Closer"
Daddy (2)
Kiss Of Death
Don't Ask...Don't Know...
The Animal In Me
Uh...No Comment?
Tear My Heart Open
Peacin' Out...Signing Off
Reduced To Tears
Please Understand
That Fight I Didn't Win
The Reaper
Shadows Of Oblivion
Just Had To Let Go
Stray Bullet
Actually Untitled
The Dance
Loving You
For You
Only Friends
Confused And Wishing
Friend In A New World
Taking Chances
What I Need To See
My Heart With You
The Fire Of Hate
Drowning In Fury
The Tears Of Fear
Sudden Betrayal
Life Is Like A Game
I Wish
Last Words
Still Together
Couldn't Say I'm Sorry
Remembering You
A Time
Walking Tall
Ready To Die
Where Did You Go?
Forced Lie
An Angel?
Missing You Already
My Dad: Gone Too Soon
Protecting You
I'm Sorry
The Day I Died
It Could Have Been
Betrayal Is The Cruelest Thing
The End
The Real Me That Nobody Sees
Too Late
If I Died Tomorrow
My Grandma And Grandpa
My Family And Friends
Friends Are Like Angels
For My Father
To My Mother
Another Day
Kill Me
Suicide (2)
What Went Wrong?
Suicide Intentions
Desecrated Glory
You Betrayed Me- The Other Side
You Betrayed Me
What Was It Before?
For Us
Until Death Do Us Part
I Love You And Goodbye
One Of The Things That Break Me
Darkness Falls
Drawn Together
I'm Not All Right
Holy Alliance
Do You Know what You Mean To Me?
Get Your Desires When I Retire

Just got that idea of the Garden Of Glass in my mind and ran with it....strayed from my actual thoughts, but the poem isn't too bad...the object is supposed to spot-focus on the idea that paradise itself (be it between two individuals or ofr oneself) centers around a single idea and that this paradise is as fragile as crystal glass....easily shattered, but precious while it exists...

Earth’s most desolate region has a secret legion,

It belies both faiths and obeys only treason.

This place was not intended for the faint of heart,

Because in this place, shadows prevails and light departs.

A cloud of darkness shrouds the truth.

Only the strong survive- they prey on youth.

Close my eyes tightly- mask darkness with shadow.

Two shades of hate that you will never know.

A small light pierces the sky with angelic light.

The first light I’ve seen from this dark and balmy night.

It wants to flood this world, but darkness just consumes,

I ease my eyes open and the darkness just resumes.

Why live on this earth? Continue to push on?

When you know trust and hope are both already gone?

Because somewhere in Draeco’s Keep, just beyond Hell’s Pass,

Lies the final unfolding- there lies the Garden Of Glass.


There is a place upon Earth that is made of gold,

It knows no hate or sorrow- it knows nothing cold.

It is a place of unexisting pain- where shadow becomes light.

A place where all children can sleep and dream well at night.

A place that knows no ashes or vice,

Where emeralds and gems create paradise.

Wouldn’t you know I shy away from this, too?

Probably because I’ll always fight for you.

Looking for a reason, just one, to swing and land.

Looking for a pain brought not by your own hand.

Close my eyes for darkness, still seeing light.

Ignoring it, callous to peace, I just want to fight.

For what is peace without you here?

Why would I want to hold anything else dear?

But deep inside Amolatla, in a forest nobody knows

There is the Garden Of Glass- it slowly and carefully grows.


With the tears I’ve shed I could drown this Earth,

Create cascades of sorrow with this damnable curse.

Drown you in what was your tomorrow- you cannot swim that fast.

These are all the tears I shed, dedicated to my past.

Each salty tear is as bitterly sweet

As the first time a dragon’s tears and your lips should meet.

And the pain manifests glass-induced tears.

I’ve felt this now for 1-1/2 years.

The tear-glass cuts and scrapes my eyes and cheeks,

I’ll spill that blood till the end of my weeks.

Beautiful pain, beautiful stranger, beautiful sorrow.

You’re a beautiful disaster who has claimed my tomorrows.

We all feel war, fighting, love, and peace.

We feel these ‘till our mortal lives cease.

Between my discipline and virtue, none of it mattered,

Because the sacred Garden Of Glass has shattered.

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