Does anyone have any ideas using pieces of glass glued together to form projects like bird feeders and garden art.

If you could please post a link of photos within these terms.

Slice
A slice on her arm formed by a knife,
All because she wanted to give up life.
The cuts deepened in time,
And soon the church bell might begin to chime.

I stood at the side,
While my heart died.
As she sliced away,
My heart died more with each passing day.

Soon I stopped rolling the dice,
Stopped hoping that it was the last slice.
I stopped turning to my blind eyes,
And I looked pass the lies.

I decided to help her,
To keep her away from the lure
So I gave her my hand,
And I told her that I understand.

Now she lives this very day,
But she lives in a different way.
No more lies or lures.
Just your average teenage girl.

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Slice
A slice on her arm formed by a knife,
All because she wanted to give up life.
The cuts deepened in time,
And soon the church bell might begin to chime.

I stood at the side,
While my heart died.
As she sliced away,
My heart died more with each passing day.

Soon I stopped rolling the dice,
Stopped hoping that it was the last slice.
I stopped turning to my blind eyes,
And I looked pass the lies.

I decided to help her,
To keep her away from the lure
So I gave her my hand,
And I told her that I understand.

Now she lives this very day,
But she lives in a different way.
No more lies or lures.
Just your average teenage girl.

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A person stared back at me.
They aren’t who I used to see.
Their eyes were dull and a miss.
Within them, you would fall into an abyss.

Where did the person I knew disappear?
The person who knew my tears.
To where did they depart?
The person that knew my heart.

There was a loud crash
And scattered pieces of glass.
The mirror had a chink,
And my heart began to sink.

I didn’t comprehend
I had lost a friend
Because the person I now see
They are in fact me…

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A Noble Steed
Her coat shined,
And her hair blew in the wind.
She ran with grace,
And her muscles moved from within.

She ran fast,
And her body showed its heat.
Blood shot through her body;
It kept her heart a beat.

Her rider pulled her to a stop,
The rider knew her way;
The steed knew her as the rider knew her
For together, they rode every day.

They both wore black.
Together they were a shadow in the night.
The rider’s cloak flapped behind her
As they ran towards the fight.

She was a noble steed.
She was of noble dawn.
In the night with the enemy,
Together, they rode on.

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Hi, my name is….Well i go by Shadow.
Anyways, I am 15 and wanted to know what you think about my poems. So i would appreciate you to leave a comment.
Have a happy night/day…whatever
srry about the double copy of slice. The secound one was suppose to be this one. srry ’bout that.

Life’s Hard

I sit in my room
My head is pounding
I am not sure what to do
Stress is becoming over powering

On my desk sits a knife,
It has been looking inviting,
But I can’t start without it ending my time.
It has been sitting there for hours.

I don’t know what to do.
I can’t admit defeat.
I need to move on.
I have to continue without you.

I look at the knife.
Nothing can make me do it.
I pick it up, and throw it outside.
I am done with the thought.

I am not going to give up.
I have so much more to live for.
I am done with that thought.
All I can say is good-bye.
i shall not complain. i did ask, and everyone is in titled to their opinions. you might not like them but others might. i just thank you for answere