Little King of Sorrows

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Little King of Sorrows Poems

1. A Day Like No Other 3/26/2013
2. A Fork In The Road 2/28/2013
3. A Friend Forever 2/21/2013
4. A Place To Rest My Soul 1/27/2013
5. A Victim Of The Moment 1/25/2013
6. A World Caught Between 3/15/2013
7. Act 2 5/2/2013
8. All Said And Done 2/13/2013
9. Alone 3/14/2013
10. Amen 3/3/2014
11. A-Z 2/6/2013
12. Between You, The Moon, And Me. 6/3/2013
13. Bittersweet Confusion 2/6/2013
14. Bittersweet Death 1/26/2013
15. Black Widow Diddy 4/8/2015
16. Boredom 3/4/2013
17. Chaos Chaos 1/25/2013
18. Chips Ahoy 3/10/2013
19. Closure 1/31/2013
20. Collaboration 2/25/2013
21. Color Blind 3/10/2013
22. Conviction 3/9/2013
23. Crash And Burn 3/18/2013
24. Depression 3/14/2013
25. Diary Of A Wayward Police Force 11/12/2014
26. Divided States 2/25/2013
27. Dog Daze Of Summer (1) 3/7/2013
28. Driveby 4/11/2013
29. Everything 2/27/2013
30. For One More Day With You 3/12/2013
31. Gaurdian 3/6/2013
32. Give It A Moment 3/11/2013
33. Good Morning Broken Heart (Revised) 2/13/2013
34. Good Poem Bad Poem 1/25/2013
35. Haiku Practice? 2/28/2013
36. Have Faith In Me (A Note To My Dear Friend Aswath Raman) 3/18/2013
37. Held 3/12/2013
38. Hope 4/3/2013
39. I Dont Just Hear You. I Hear You! 3/15/2013
40. I Still Exist 4/3/2013
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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