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. Ode To The Sheeple 1/26/2013
5. This Untold Story 1/27/2013
6. T.J.S. My Little Angel 1/27/2013
7. Troy's Birthday Poem (2008) 1/27/2013
8. When A Guy Misses You. (Author Unknown) 1/27/2013
9. Closure 1/31/2013
10. Today 1/31/2013
11. Yes Or No, Sort Of, Maybe, Patiently Waiting, Of Someone, Who May Just Love To Hate Me. 2/3/2013
12. Mirror Mirror 2/6/2013
13. Bittersweet Confusion 2/6/2013
14. Writer's Block 2/6/2013
15. So The Story Go 2/11/2013
16. Good Morning Broken Heart (Revised) 2/13/2013
17. All Said And Done 2/13/2013
18. Peace Treaty 2/21/2013
19. You Will Never Know 2/22/2013
20. The Walk 2/25/2013
21. It Just Is 2/25/2013
22. R.I.P. Alter Ego 2/25/2013
23. Divided States 2/25/2013
24. Everything 2/27/2013
25. Poem 44 Haiku 2/27/2013
26. Haiku Practice? 2/28/2013
27. A Fork In The Road 2/28/2013
28. Searching 3/6/2013
29. Gaurdian 3/6/2013
30. Dog Daze Of Summer (1) 3/7/2013
31. Conviction 3/9/2013
32. Olly Olly Oxen Free 3/10/2013
33. Give It A Moment 3/11/2013
34. That's Life 3/12/2013
35. Held 3/12/2013
36. For One More Day With You 3/12/2013
37. Alone 3/14/2013
38. Depression 3/14/2013
39. I Dont Just Hear You. I Hear You! 3/15/2013
40. Slothboy And I 3/15/2013
Best Poem of Little King of Sorrows

A Place To Rest My Soul

Life for me was hollow,

Color's were just a shade,

The days just ran together,

Dreams they slowly fade.



Every waking moment,

getting harder than the last,

Hopes about the future,

tarred and feathered by the past.



Smiles a force of habit,

As pure as man-made snow,

Real enough to see it,

But fake enough to know.



My actions like a zombie,

thoughtless instinct to the core, ...

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A Victim Of The Moment

As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley,
a soul searches the darkness of his own mind,
where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant,
has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
A victim of the moment.

The trees, naked and transparent, fall prey to the ever-changing winds,
even among the protection of its own kind, still portrays a lonely and lifeless chill,
far from the summer breeze that tickled it's leaves with joy and meaning,

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