by Maddy Allardyce
Aged 14, Nottinghamshire
The fault is not in our stars.
The fault is in the boy who said he loved too late,
And the girl who thought that carbon could tell her destiny,
But her future was bleak from the start.
And the universe is but an expansion of our world,
That stretches a little further,
Sees a little more.
We watch on in awe,
Because somehow something so mundane is fascinating,
And so not mundane at all.
We blame the stars for our failures,
Betrayal from Libra,
An affair with Cancer.
We do not look at our own choices,
Because man is programmed to reject anything less than perfection.
But upwards we gaze,
And our sky is a freaking dot-to-dot,
With clouds that look like rabbits,
And constellations that look like bears,
Because we must see familiarity in the new.
And we blame this marvellous creation we have so selfishly taken,
We blame it for everything we cannot admit to.
And now the whole God-damn planet is burning all around us,
And we say it’s just the fault in our stars.
There fault is not in our stars,
The fault is in our hearts.
This is probably one of the dumbest decisions I’ve ever made, but there’s no going back now I suppose.I’m 14, I live in Nottinghamshire and I write poetry. They’re just short poems, things I write whenever I feel especially inspired. As you can imagine poetry isn’t exactly considered ‘cool’ at my school, so I usually just send it to one of my closest friends for her to read and give her opinion on them. I’m grateful to her for that, but as I mentioned she is one of my closest friends, and tends to be just a tad biased.
This is one of my poems I am most proud of, you don’t have to read it, or even acknowledge it if you so chose. But if you do read it then I would be honoured to receive feedback about it.
Anyway, I so much appreciate your time, and so hope not to be too much of a disappointment. Have a wonderful day.