FC: 5-6 per. 3/27/12 | Si Vous Plait a collection of poems by: Lauren Amidon
1: Table of Contents: Language Arts... 2 Self Respect... 4 Mother's Kitchen... 6 Where I'm From... 8 Extras... 10-end
2: Language Arts Language Arts is where your horror stories become the nightmares of your readers. Where your inner monsters are personified. Language Arts is when you get cramps because you write too many words. When telling someone you love them becomes poetry. Language Arts is where your creativity is free to flow however it wants to. Where your writing isn’t just a paper full of words, it’s a look into your soul.
4: Si Vous Plait If you believe something that I don’t, I don’t care. You’re still you, And I’m still me. If you want me to be different, Go find a new friend ’cause I like myself the way I am. If you like something that I don’t, I don’t care. You’re still you. And I’m still me. If you want me to be different, Go find a new friend And see if they’ll be as nice as me.
5: If you have something that I don’t, I don’t care. You’re still you. And I’m still me. If you want me to be different, Go find a new friend ’cause I like myself the way I am. If you have something in common with me, That’s great! But you’re still you. And I’m still me! So, if you want me to be different, Go find a new friend. And let me just say, I would be nicer If only you’d said please.
6: READ THIS FIRST!! “I’m hungry; can you ask Mom to make us some dinner.” Mom’s in a mood. She’ll never make us food. “Mom?” “What?” “What’s for dinner?” “Something that’ll make you thinner.” “Are you going to make it?” “No.”
7: A Mother’s Kitchen (told by a lonely teenager, who is NOT me) It looks like a rotten apple, Smells like one too. There’s algae in the sink, And a rat decaying behind the fridge. Soda cans and water bottles Line the counters. No food in sight. Even the molding bread is tucked away. There sits the left overs from three weeks ago, And there are the ones from three months ago. There sits the drink Dad had before he died, And there sits the powder Mom slipped him before he died. There sits the oven All rusty and broken. She sits out there Poppin’ those pills, That’s why she’s chokin’ ’cause she can’t get enough of those darn pills.
8: Where I’m From I’m from where Cherry Trees are snow And Pear trees are fish. From where the Vidalia Onions grow And the Potatoes get squished. I’m from Karren and John. From Adkins and Amidon. I’m from Dawn and Guy And Kathy and Steve. I am from the red clay that people say Is hard to break, But beautiful in its own way.
9: I’m from peaches And peanuts. From Chipper Jones And John Smoltz. I am from Mark Zuckerburg And Facebook. From Pixar And Toy Story. I’m from where I’m from And that’s how it’s gonna stay.
10: The Unwanted. given away, given a name, taken away. given a bruise, given a scar, taken away. given a trauma, given a nightmare, taken away. given a knife, given a choice. taken away.
11: The Girl Who Sat in Ember I am writing to you now to let you know of where I am to go. I am already gone. Like the dawn Of many days past, I have vanished at last. Do not shed tears, for my dreadful peers will not remember The girl who sat in ember; The girl whose name will be printed in black and white tinted among those others left all alone.
12: Life It gives you a picture to paint. It helps you; It obstructs you. You take advantage of it. You don’t enjoy it; You loathe it. It gives you chances. You don’t take them. It takes things away from you. You wish it was gone. You try to end it, But you fail. It saves you Because it still needs you. YOU have a reason. YOU have a choice. YOU have a chance. It’s your picture, And you have the paintbrush.