That's an amazing poem, BookBug! I'm not very good at writing poetry, BookBug, but I sure like reading it!

Cool, BookBug! Did you really write that?

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Thanks, guys!

Okay... I have not written any decent poetry at all lately, but this is sort of a short metaphor for myself. My sister was giving me random facts from one of her magazines- who knew I'd find inspiration there! (whales' hearts are actually this big!)

whale 

i must be part whale

for my heart is as big as a mid-sized car

what you must remember

is that things with

big hearts can

still

be

blue

Here, have some more random poetry. This one's about my sister (who you may know as Lavender. She doesn't post very often) (also, the apostrophes are for stanza breaks or whatever you call them)

sister (alternate title- storm) (idk I can't title or finish things???)

a little girl with

wide eyes and

terra cotta freckles

jumps as thunder rumbles outside

' 

she sleeps with all

the lights on and  

even

that won't stop her from

running into my room, saying

"i'm scared"

`

"can you sleep with me tonight?"

`

i wasn't going to get much

sleep anyway

(test tomorrow)

so

rubbing my eyes that the sandman had visited

i nod, a groggy

2 AM voice saying

"fine."

`

she surrounds herself with a multitude of

stuffed animals 

nothing showing but her face under a

soft striped blanket, and bony olive fingers that match my own

clutch a light purple pillow

`

i'm fine with sleeping on the floor

(i'm fine with most things,

actually)

as the rain pounds down on roof

she asks, voice quivering,

"why is the sky so angry?"

`

maybe because of little girls like you who are

so scared of storms that

they wake up with dark circle under their eyes, or

don't wake up at all

(because they never slept in the first place)

`

maybe the sky just wants to be loved, whether

it's crystal clear and beautiful or

dark and

raging