Purple flowers lie upon
A cold and heartless grave...

This poem goes in syllables 4,3,5,4
Moonlight sparkles...

As cliche as a fairytale
straight out of a book...

This porcelain mask lies upon my face
Beneath the sun drenched ashen stars of night...

Mommy, I'm not your perfect little girl anymore
Half the time I don't listen to what you say...

The numbers are
Twenty-seven to sixteen to eight...

(Dedicated To Alucard, May You Rest In Peace)
A poem for My Lit. class modeled after the poem...

I thought you were the best thing
To come into my life...

I wrote your name in permanent marker
and I wrote it on my heart...

Pain and despair
you utter words of silence...

You find pride in shame
you're a rebel at heart...

Let the words flow from the radio, make the...
emotions blasted through the speakers, with every...