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If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll  leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
 Dec 2013 Julia Robertson
Jay
I feel so alone.
And I wish you were here.
It's very cold and very dark
And all I really want
is to hold something warm
that will hold me in return
With stolen kisses and meaningful glances.
I can't help but feel like the older you get,
the less material you want, and you find that the
things you truly want for Christmas
cannot be bought in a store.
 Dec 2013 Julia Robertson
Medhavi
I walk through the halls
Unsteady, unsafe
But if I can't see you, you can't see me.
I see pointing, hear laughs
But I look away
Because if I can't see you, you can't see me.
I close my eyes and dream
To block out the noise
If I can't see you, you can't see me.
I try to smile, fit in
But you give me no choice
So if I can't see you, you can't see me.
I find my palms moist
I'm fixing my clothes, smoothing my hair
If I can't see you, you can't see me.
It's just too much!
The giggles, the whispers, the stares
And suddenly my flaws are all I can see.
Going into my first year of high school, I was anxious and fearful. I would constantly imagine myself being victim to bullying. Although this did not happen, I see myself manipulating the actions of others in my head to make it seem as though I am being hurt. This poem is what my mind was nervous of during the lonely summer nights that came before school began. I hope you enjoy my first poem on this page!
 Dec 2013 Julia Robertson
Lejla
I'm so awake,
The universe is within me,
I'm floating up in the sky,
My mind is enlightened,
I've become so lonely,
I've made up my own universe,
The sky is gray matter,
The trees are mountains,
I cannot tell the difference,
My dreams are so vivid.
 Dec 2013 Julia Robertson
Jay
I hope you know
that I always manage to burn the popcorn
And that I always have trouble falling asleep because
I'm thinking of how things could be
I hope you know that sometimes I have
a patch of hair that can't be tamed
I hope you know that I sometimes get frustrated
when I'm trying to work on something
and I keep getting interrupted
I hope you know that I don't really drink coffee
but prefer Coca and Tea
I hope you know that I don't eat cereal
and most days I don't eat breakfast at all
I hope you know I can take things to heart
and tend to wear it on my sleeve
I hope you know I'm not all that lean
I hope you know that I sometimes clam up
for no reason at all
I hope you know that despite all of these flaws
I'm still trying my best to be a good person
and I'm still just not good enough
Walking.

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