Justin Reamer

Freshman - 967 Points [Richard Caldwell, John Malcomb, James Roberts, and Roran Copperfield] (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

Justin Reamer Poems

1081. Telemarketer 7/8/2013
1082. Mcdonald's 6/19/2013
1083. Peb Lo Lus 6/13/2013
1084. Drei Worte 6/13/2013
1085. Psalm 8 5/29/2013
1086. The Angel Of Heaven 5/13/2013
1087. Jolly Old Fat Man 5/13/2013
1088. Lost In Life 5/13/2013
1089. Psalm 29 6/11/2013
1090. Wonder 4/5/2013
1091. Psalm 23 (Nrsv) 4/3/2013
1092. Paternity 1/17/2013
1093. Psalm 23 (Tanakh) 4/3/2013
1094. Columbine 12/14/2012
1095. The Princess 12/6/2012
1096. John Donne 11/18/2012
1097. Sing Unto The Lord 11/18/2012
1098. Prayer Of St Augustine 9/10/2012
1099. No One Like You 11/5/2012
1100. Alabama 10/5/2012
1101. Notre Père Dans Le Ciel 10/4/2012
1102. Drawing 9/4/2012
1103. Beach 8/16/2012
1104. Middle School 8/8/2012
1105. My Saviour 5/16/2012
1106. Sloth 8/1/2012
1107. Philmont 8/6/2012
1108. United States Of America 8/9/2012
1109. The Father 8/3/2012
1110. Ares 8/18/2012
1111. Prayer Of Atonement 10/9/2012
1112. Victoria Justice 12/6/2012
1113. Deep Thoughts 5/13/2013
1114. Quiet Man 5/13/2013
1115. Perkataan Tiga 6/13/2013
1116. Psalm 61 6/24/2013
1117. Psalm 62 6/24/2013
1118. The Eagle Scout 7/19/2013
1119. Prayer Of St. Faustina 7/19/2013
1120. Consecration To Mary 7/19/2013

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Curiosity

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,...

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Desire

Oh, you scoundrel,
Which I deal with every day,
How I hate you so,
When you must govern my life,
As if I have no control over you.
You fiend, which feasts on my pain,
How I hate you when you come at my direst hour,
Flourishing from my torment,
And thriving off my desperation.

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