Justin Reamer

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

Justin Reamer Poems

81. The Mystery 9/3/2012
82. The Mighty Lake Michigan 9/4/2012
83. Humour 9/4/2012
84. Life 2 9/4/2012
85. The Garden 9/4/2012
86. The Miracle 9/4/2012
87. Our Father 9/4/2012
88. Glory Be 9/4/2012
89. The Joke 9/4/2012
90. Who Are You To Stop My Writing? 9/4/2012
91. Hermes 9/4/2012
92. Stefanie 9/4/2012
93. Mentor 9/4/2012
94. The Awkward Closet 9/4/2012
95. The Writer 9/4/2012
96. Writer's Block 9/6/2012
97. Act Of Contrition 9/6/2012
98. Rose 9/6/2012
99. Pretty Woman 9/6/2012
100. Ringworm 9/6/2012
101. Floccinaucinihilipilification 9/6/2012
102. St Jude Prayer 9/6/2012
103. Adoration 9/3/2012
104. Blessed Be Your Name 9/9/2012
105. Sonnet 1 9/9/2012
106. Erin 9/9/2012
107. Hail Holy Queen 9/10/2012
108. The Sign Of The Cross 9/10/2012
109. St Francis Of Assisi's Prayer 9/10/2012
110. Prayer To St Michael 9/10/2012
111. Prayer To St Michael The Archangel 9/10/2012
112. Prayer To St Anne 9/10/2012
113. Prayer To St Paul 9/10/2012
114. St Paul's Litany 9/10/2012
115. Prayer To St Stephen 9/10/2012
116. High School 9/2/2012
117. Memorare 9/6/2012
118. Hym Dias Irae 9/10/2012
119. Seven Oblations Of Jesus Christ 9/10/2012
120. Blessing Of The Meal 9/10/2012

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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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The Introvert

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—

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