Trevor Schulte

Rookie - 0 Points (7/28/87 / California)

Trevor Schulte Poems

81. Shooting For The Stars.. 6/3/2008
82. Reaching In Faith... 6/13/2008
83. Falling Forward 6/28/2008
84. Fading Light 7/8/2008
85. Cravings... 7/18/2008
86. Left...Or Right? ? ? 8/2/2008
87. Regrets... 2/18/2008
88. Faith Be The Basis... 9/12/2008
89. Study Break 10/3/2008
90. Strokes Of Innocence... 10/22/2008
91. Sunshine In Dark Times 11/8/2008
92. Pointless Pointing 1/31/2009
93. Special One... 2/6/2009
94. Mysterious Road 10/8/2009
95. Line Of Faith 1/8/2007
96. Bettered Love 8/19/2007
97. Unanswered Question... 3/20/2009
98. Maxed Conception 9/6/2008
99. Choice Of Choices... 2/22/2008
100. Hakuna Matata 4/7/2008
101. Overbearing Love 7/14/2007
102. Thanksgiving Day Poem 12/29/2006
103. My Inner Pain 9/17/2006
104. Broken Trust 6/11/2007
105. Peer Pressure 12/29/2006
106. Dancing For More 9/30/2006
107. Be Still 12/29/2006
108. Wondering Why? 12/29/2006
109. Divine Duet 5/15/2007
110. Second Chance 5/22/2007
111. Characterized By Idiosyncrasies 5/23/2007
112. Torn But Reborn... 11/17/2007
113. A Moment With You 9/17/2006
114. A Divine Wedding 4/6/2007
115. Jesusfreak 2/15/2008
116. Remember Me 4/2/2008
117. Where's Waldo? 4/12/2008
118. Holiday Humor 12/25/2008
119. Being Real 9/17/2006
120. A Promising Girl 4/15/2007
Best Poem of Trevor Schulte

College Life

As we hit college
we are lost in society
We hit a point
of endless anxiety
All the pressure starts to kick in
as we try to fit in
when the real us
seems to be trippin
I enjoy the nice cafeteria food
every minute I'm not cramming
but when my vacation time comes
the cafe hits some type of famine!
After it hits students appetites
start to become common
in a sense that
our diet is centered on top ramen
The sleepless nights
start adding up
As our old hello
turns in to what up!
Us homies
start going clubbin
but somehow end up in ...

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So Tired...

Over the years
my clean slate has been stained
Impure motives and thoughts
have left my cleanliness drain
All that is left are my wrongs
which have mirrored my intentions
These pathetic temporary joys
seem to be my true affection
Yet, hope is still

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