Justin Reamer Poems

Sitting in a room with a bunch of girls,
With my brother and my mother,
I am laughing to myself,
That there is an 'industry' like any other.
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Who are you to stop my writing?
Who are you to tell me what I cannot do?
Who are you to control me?
Who are you to tell me I cannot write?
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I am Hermes,
The messenger of the gods,
And I am Zeus'
Trusted employ.
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Stef, you are my little sister,
And you know that we are a lot alike,
And that I will always love
You forever and ever,
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The mentor is the inspiration,
Of whom I can't forget,
He took the place of my father,
In the point of life's regret.
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I sit inside my bedroom,
Come out I would not dare,
I'm just fine sitting in here,
To avoid the benign stares.
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The man sat down at his desk,
With his pencil and paper in front
Of him. He began to stare at
The blank sheet in front of him,
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Something I get stuck on,
Something I cannot break,
I try to figure out what to write,
Instead of staring at this slate.
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Life is something precious,
For it is the thing
We share with other people,
The relationships
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Max,
My dear friend,
My Platonic brother,
And my best friend,
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