Post by Trogdor on May 5, 2007 9:07:25 GMT -5
We all know the Number 1 New York Times Bestselling author books. This is one of them. I would like to make a thread on these passages. If you have a Chicken soup book and have a passage or poem you like or feel strong about, please post it here and let others read it. This is one I am contributing.
The Final Act
Screeching tires, shattering glass
Twisting metal, fiberglass.
The scene is set, it all goes black,
The curtain raised, the final cat.
Sirens raging in the night,
Sounds of horror, gasps of fright.
Intense pain, the smell of blood,
Tearing eyes begin to flood.
They pull out bodies one by one.
What's going on? We were only having fun!
My friend is missing. What did I do?
Her belongings everywhere,
In the road there lies her shoe
A man is leaning over me and looks into my eyes,
"What were you thinking, son?
Did you really think you could drive?"
He pulls up the sheet, still looking at me,
"If you'd only called your mom or dad, you'd still be alive."
I start to scream, I start to yell
But no one can hear me, no one can tell.
They put me in an ambulance, they take me away.
The doctor at the hospital exclaims, "DOA
My father's in shock, my mother in tears,
She collapses in grief, overcome by fear.
They take me to this house and place me in this box.
I keep asking what is happening,
But I can't make it stop.
Everyone is crying, my family is so sad.
I wish someone would answer me,
I'm starting to get mad.
My mother leans over me and kisses me good-bye,
My father pulls her away, while she is screaming,
"WHY?"
They lower my body into a dirt grave,
It feels so cold, I yell to be saved.
Then I see an angel, I begin to cry.
Can you tell me what is happening?
And she tells me that I died.
I can't be dead, I'm still so young!
I want to do so many things.
Like sing and dance and run.
What about college or graduation day?
What about a wedding? Please- I want to stay.
The angel looks upon me, and with a saddended voice,
"It didn't have to end like this, you knew you had a choice.
I'm sorry, it's to late now, time I can't turn back.
Your life is finished- that, my son, is fact."
Why did this happen? I didnt want to die!
The angel embraces me an with her words she sighs,
"Son, this is the consequence you paid to drink and drive.
It doesnt matter if you beg me, or plead on bended knee,
There is nothing I can do, you have to come with me."
Looking at my family, I say me last good-bye.
"I'm sorry I disapointed you, Dad.
Mommy, please don't cry.
I didnt mean to hurt youo, or cause you any pain.
I'm sorry all your left with is a grave that bears my name.
I'm sorry all your dreams for me have all been ripped away,
The plans for my future now buried in a grave.
"It was a stupid thing to do,
I wish I could take it back.
But the curtain is being lowered now.
So ends my final act.
By Lisa Teller
The Final Act
Screeching tires, shattering glass
Twisting metal, fiberglass.
The scene is set, it all goes black,
The curtain raised, the final cat.
Sirens raging in the night,
Sounds of horror, gasps of fright.
Intense pain, the smell of blood,
Tearing eyes begin to flood.
They pull out bodies one by one.
What's going on? We were only having fun!
My friend is missing. What did I do?
Her belongings everywhere,
In the road there lies her shoe
A man is leaning over me and looks into my eyes,
"What were you thinking, son?
Did you really think you could drive?"
He pulls up the sheet, still looking at me,
"If you'd only called your mom or dad, you'd still be alive."
I start to scream, I start to yell
But no one can hear me, no one can tell.
They put me in an ambulance, they take me away.
The doctor at the hospital exclaims, "DOA
My father's in shock, my mother in tears,
She collapses in grief, overcome by fear.
They take me to this house and place me in this box.
I keep asking what is happening,
But I can't make it stop.
Everyone is crying, my family is so sad.
I wish someone would answer me,
I'm starting to get mad.
My mother leans over me and kisses me good-bye,
My father pulls her away, while she is screaming,
"WHY?"
They lower my body into a dirt grave,
It feels so cold, I yell to be saved.
Then I see an angel, I begin to cry.
Can you tell me what is happening?
And she tells me that I died.
I can't be dead, I'm still so young!
I want to do so many things.
Like sing and dance and run.
What about college or graduation day?
What about a wedding? Please- I want to stay.
The angel looks upon me, and with a saddended voice,
"It didn't have to end like this, you knew you had a choice.
I'm sorry, it's to late now, time I can't turn back.
Your life is finished- that, my son, is fact."
Why did this happen? I didnt want to die!
The angel embraces me an with her words she sighs,
"Son, this is the consequence you paid to drink and drive.
It doesnt matter if you beg me, or plead on bended knee,
There is nothing I can do, you have to come with me."
Looking at my family, I say me last good-bye.
"I'm sorry I disapointed you, Dad.
Mommy, please don't cry.
I didnt mean to hurt youo, or cause you any pain.
I'm sorry all your left with is a grave that bears my name.
I'm sorry all your dreams for me have all been ripped away,
The plans for my future now buried in a grave.
"It was a stupid thing to do,
I wish I could take it back.
But the curtain is being lowered now.
So ends my final act.
By Lisa Teller