Little King of Sorrows

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Little King of Sorrows Poems

1. The Logic For A Mess To Start 1/26/2013
2. Simple Poem 1/26/2013
3. Bittersweet Death 1/26/2013
4. Vow Of Adoration 1/26/2013
5. Ode To The Sheeple 1/26/2013
6. This Untold Story 1/27/2013
7. T.J.S. My Little Angel 1/27/2013
8. This Blue Moon 1/28/2013
9. Unspoken Heroes 1/29/2013
10. Closure 1/31/2013
11. Today 1/31/2013
12. Yes Or No, Sort Of, Maybe, Patiently Waiting, Of Someone, Who May Just Love To Hate Me. 2/3/2013
13. Mirror Mirror 2/6/2013
14. Bittersweet Confusion 2/6/2013
15. A Victim Of The Moment 1/25/2013
16. Troy's Birthday Poem (2008) 1/27/2013
17. When A Guy Misses You. (Author Unknown) 1/27/2013
18. Writer's Block 2/6/2013
19. So The Story Go 2/11/2013
20. Good Morning Broken Heart (Revised) 2/13/2013
21. All Said And Done 2/13/2013
22. Peace Treaty 2/21/2013
23. A Friend Forever 2/21/2013
24. Tick Talk 2/22/2013
25. You Will Never Know 2/22/2013
26. The Walk 2/25/2013
27. It Just Is 2/25/2013
28. R.I.P. Alter Ego 2/25/2013
29. Divided States 2/25/2013
30. Everything 2/27/2013
31. Poem 44 Haiku 2/27/2013
32. Haiku Practice? 2/28/2013
33. A Fork In The Road 2/28/2013
34. Set Aflame 3/4/2013
35. Boredom 3/4/2013
36. Poemhunter 3/6/2013
37. Searching 3/6/2013
38. Gaurdian 3/6/2013
39. Dog Daze Of Summer (1) 3/7/2013
40. Conviction 3/9/2013
Best Poem of Little King of Sorrows

My Siblings

The oldest child, I am of four. Without the others, I'd be no more.
They pick me up, they shove me down, they make me smile, they make me frown.
My greatest friends! I love so much. A life of hell, we've seen so much.
And through it all. It brings me pride. The bond we feel. Forever tied.
While many sibs, are filled with hate. It's not for us, we can't relate.
Stuck in the middle, our parents behavior. The other the bad guy, but neither a savior.
Year after year, abuse and neglect, childhood unstable, we all now reflect.
Step-parents and juvies, through years split apart,...

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Bittersweet Death

The alluring scent lingers in disaster's wake,
but I shall hold my breath,
for the stench of desire will only suffocate my soul once again,
enticing aroma of a bittersweet death.
Those piecing blue sapphires picking apart my daily thoughts,
to be retarded and brain-dead the only defense,
for thinking is forever linked to feeling,
a dagger to the soul that can never make sense.
The most haunting echo's singing a tormented serenade,

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