Star Poetry

[My BlAcK sTaR sHiNe]

Teen Pregnancy

month one
i'm sixteen
holding a pink strip
grasping onto the counter
for support
i call him up
bearing the wonderful news

month two
i'm excited
seems so easy
cravings and spastic PMS
I swoon to you everyday
your dad smiling
his own teenage smile

month three
i'm scared
the doctors gave the first medical bill
your dad's left
running from the realization
that’s sinking in as you stick out
so now i'm on my own
holding onto my mothers hand
as she slowly turns her head in shame

month four
i'm learning
my baby girl
your getting so big
and a burden
music seems to stop you from kicking
so i'm picking up piano again

month five
i'm hurting
my hands are constantly
caressing your cage
or holding my aching back
i've been kicked out of school
because people talk
and get the wrong impressions

month six
i'm praying
morning sickness is
unbearable, i cant breathe
at times when you
wrestle and tug on my
innards, i want to
pop as you grow larger and
more healthy

month seven
i'm enduring... painfully
i'm crying myself
to sleep because you
fuss
mother's left me too and
now its me and
you darling
your dad saw
us in the store and
even offered to
help me with
your bills promising
he could be
there when i burst
i don’t know if i
can believe
him

month eight
i'm striving
bed rest
is a miserable
thing that keeps
hurting me more not
helping, i keep music
playing all the
time, your dad
has been here so
far, fearing as i
do about how horrid
i feel now
contractions are
beginning and are
painful to cry
through, its
time

month nine
i'm cradling
you in my arms
whispering your name
again and again
i'm sixteen
your zero
were a pair
that will stick together
through thick and thin
white and black
because your my baby girl
my Elizabeth.

Note; yes, I realize that my I's arent capitlized. It's supposed to be that way. Thanks for reading, hope for feedback seeing as how this is my first poem posted.  

[Stelle Cadenti]

I can definitely tell that you're reading Ellen Hopkins as you said in your introduction. biggrin

I really like it, the progression of months as stanza's was neat. The uncapitalized 'i's really brought it back to the fact that this girl is only 16, great emotion in it.

heart heart  

[My BlAcK sTaR sHiNe]

Why
Do I keep thinking I can?
Why
Do I suppose you'll pick up?
Why
Does the rain not smell grand anymore?
Why
Is it so hard to smile?
Why
Doesn't my heart stop hoping?
Why
Won't the sun shine anymore?
Why
Can't I get it right?
Why
Can't I see I'm obviosly not worth it?
Why
Can't he see how much I hurt?
Why
The hell did I ever believe him?
Why
Does heart break hurt more then the glass in my feet?
Why
Did I ever think I could feel so loved?
Why
Can't I just die...  

[My BlAcK sTaR sHiNe]

We're learning to make fire
out of water and sky
We’re daring the impossible
waving death goodbye
We’re living the extremes
diving into disaster
We’re tearing apart family’s
dissolving joyous laughter
We’re mastering the art of stealth
telling lie after lie
We’re learning to make fire
out of water and sky  

[My BlAcK sTaR sHiNe]

Sorrow croons as love begs
Sweeping the daises away
Dropping the photo into flames

Sorrow croons as love begs
Singing towards the clouds
Smiling at the passing crowd

Sorrow croons as love begs
Loosing grip on the world’s floor
Hiding fast behind a closed door

Sorrow croons as love begs
Holding hands with fate
Hoping—praying it’s not too late

Sorrow croons as love begs
Crying softly into one's hands
Running off with a stranger to a different land

Sorrow croons as love begs  

[My BlAcK sTaR sHiNe]

How could a boy love someone so imperfect?
with all the wrong blemishes
like zits and sun scars
someone who stands on unstable battel ground
and strives to be noticed but once
who cant fit in the 'small' the world demands
who's cottage cheese legs dont appeal to the miniskirt
with crooked teeth and unfocoused eyes
with hands bigger then mans
and 'big foot' left feet
how could a boy love osmone so insane?
who wears unmatching socks
and talks to herself in the quietest hours
who writes unread tears
and sheds giggles like there's no tomorrow
who gets called the fruitcake freak behind her back
who sings unearthed songs
and smokes others emotions
who is loud, crazy, and obnoxious
how could a boy love someone so unpretty?
how could a boy love someone so different?
how could a boy love me...  

[My BlAcK sTaR sHiNe]

have you ever felt that urge
that overwhelming desire
to stand on the edge
the very deadly edge
of a building
with nothing in your head but
jump
jump
jump
wanting the wind caressing your face
smothering you as you
fall
fall
fall
gliding alongside death
linking hands as you skydive
towards the ground
no parachute to save you as you
dive
dive
dive
have you ever been shocked
wracked with the impulse
to step out of line
out of the 'safe' boundaries
onto a street
with nothing between the car and you but
air
air
air
wanting to feel that rush
of your life passing in from of you as you
think
think
think
tasting death's blood
congratulating you as you hurt
like nothing ever before
no CPR to save your
breath
breath
breath
have you ever wanted to take
take your very soul
out of your veins
veins that pool hatred
onto a letter
to the person who hurt you most as you
cry
cry
cry
wanting the blade to slice clean
through your skin that
hurts
hurts
hurts
cradling death in your breast
who is now him, him who hurt
hurt me like putting this blade
to my body to help
only ten times worse
and maybe he'll realize this
maybe... as I
die
die
die...

 

[Nyrihaz]

My BlAcK sTaR sHiNe

have you ever felt that urge
that overwhelming desire
to stand on the edge
the very deadly edge
of a building
with nothing in your head but
jump
jump
jump
wanting the wind caressing your face
smothering you as you
fall
fall
fall
gliding alongside death
linking hands as you skydive
towards the ground
no parachute to save you as you
dive
dive
dive
have you ever been shocked
wracked with the impulse
to step out of line
out of the 'safe' boundaries
onto a street
with nothing between the car and you but
air
air
air
wanting to feel that rush
of your life passing in from of you as you
think
think
think
tasting death's blood
congratulating you as you hurt
like nothing ever before
no CPR to save your
breath
breath
breath
have you ever wanted to take
take your very soul
out of your veins
veins that pool hatred
onto a letter
to the person who hurt you most as you
cry
cry
cry
wanting the blade to slice clean
through your skin that
hurts
hurts
hurts
cradling death in your breast
who is now him, him who hurt
hurt me like putting this blade
to my body to help
only ten times worse
and maybe he'll realize this
maybe... as I
die
die
die...

Wow, that was really great. I liked it a lot. The emotions of the speaker are really perceptible, vivid and clear. Just Great! ^.^  

[Buttercup Veela]

OH MY! that was incredibly amazing and vivid and sorrowful and etc.
wow!