Shadow's Poetry...
My Dad: Gone Too Soon
*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

Very first poem I ever wrote. Started a farce, ended with dedication to my deceased father. Opened a can f worms and inspired me to keep writing. I was in eighth grade, and cried when I read it to the History class it had been assigned for. Bam. Became a natural-borne poet. Did you know my daddy was a poet, too?

Afraid? Of what?

To feel the spirits glad release?

To pass from pain to perfect peace?

The strife and strain of life to cease?

Afraid to see the saviors face?

To hear his welcome and to trace

The glory gleam from wounds of grace?

A flash, a crash, a pierced heart,

Darkness, light, Oheavens art.

The wounds of his a counterpart.

To do by death what life could not.

Baptize with blood, a stony plot.

Still souls shall blossom from the spot.

Afraid? Of that?

A poem I have written in your honor,

from beginning to end were all a goner.

From past to present I remember your fate,

the passing from a world of hate.

The black warrior struck that night,

And you went, but not without a fight.

He took your soul and part of mine too,

We were to be thrown off a cliff with nothing to do.

The battle began a mere fight,

It ended in death when you took flight.

You went first and then me second,

I still remember when you beckoned,

Im afraid you said and I soothed you with words,

you were never to come back to help with the herds.

Im afraid I remembered as I wrote this poem,

but its you Ofather who will never return home.

You hit the bottom when I had just started,

I knew then we were eternally parted.

Your heart was so big no words can define,

I wish I could turn back the hands of time

It was so large I thought it would never stop beating,

But there you lay, on the ground bleeding.

You wore the expression of pain on your face,

But also of contempt, like you knew you were going to a world of grace

I could do nothing to help as I flew in a free fall,

It reminds me of when we were on the boat in a squall.

And then you stopped moving, all but your blood motionless,

You are never to come back to the world of death and stress.

I couldnt believe that you were suddenly dead,

Apart from the family, and whatever lies ahead.

All we can do is remember your ways,

And when you were here in the better days.

Im not afraid, so you should be proud,

I know Ill see you in heaven, and that makes me proud.

I swear to you now that Ill see you soon,

Because death comes to us all, though for many: too soon.

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