I don't know if this is poetry so I put it in 'other' because it is...dubious.
AND even if it IS rubbish, I broke up from school today so I am so happy that I will be able to take critiques happily. So, if it IS indeed crap, just, y'know, scribble me a note and leave it underneath this lovely little 'poem'.
tcha.
xxxx
I stare at the stars
And I try and count them
But run out of fingers.
I try to stretch and wrap my mind around those
stars, those million, billion stars
But I get stuck half way around Saturn
And brainpower costs more than a pound a litre
So I give up.
Light travels really fast
But the stars are so distant-
Lightyears and aeons away
we see light from millennia ago.
Before our countries had split up
Before animals had crawled from the sea
Before fish were oil and coal was diamonds and before
we were.
Stars get older and
Colder and smaller
Until- gone. Ppfft. Dead.
As if God pinched them between his fingers
Leaving black holes in their stead
Which pull everything into nothing
Spinning and sucking and devouring
Supersized intergalactic vacuum cleaners.
One day our sun will die
then the earth will die
then the whole of our solar system
the asteroids and planets and meteors
Will die.
Well, great.
Good going, there, sun.
You great lump of undependable and incredibly hot gas.
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