Justin Reamer Poems
|441.||Psalm 23 (Living Bible)||6/18/2013|
|442.||The Fair Angel||6/18/2013|
|462.||The Ap Language Exam Prep||6/26/2013|
|472.||The Mystery Girl||7/8/2013|
|474.||Underneath The Rain||7/8/2013|
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What does one feel when he is curious?
What does he feel when he thinks?
What does she look at when she blinks?
Curiosity brings upon them
A state of wonder
Which they cannot deny,
They keep wondering and wondering
For the knowledge
They cannot petrify.
A child looks at a cat,
And wonders what it does,
For he does not know a bug,
When it comes a-buzz.
The girl looks at a tree,
She wonders why it is green,
She wonders why it stands,
And why it isn't mean.
Teenagers look at their subjects,
Ever the more inquisitive,...
I wander around a school,
Across a place that has forgotten me,
For who I am,
I know not, and I know that I am an outsider.
An outsider I am,
For what identity I know not;
I believe that I have been shunned,
That I have forgotten who I am.
I had a name, or at least—