Vasto Grom

Rookie - 60 Points [ENSanity] (01/19/1990 / Houston, TX)

Vasto Grom Poems

1. Eravock Dregeono 'The Tormentor' 7/10/2007
2. Perfection 6/7/2011
3. Reality 6/7/2011
4. We Are 6/7/2011
5. Now You Finally See 6/7/2011
6. Who We Are 6/7/2011
7. Free 8/6/2011
8. Old Man And The Ocelot Cub (Part 1) 9/1/2011
9. I! 9/25/2011
10. My Goddess 9/25/2011
11. Upon Us 10/19/2011
12. Beside Her 10/19/2011
13. Eric N. Stout 6/7/2011
14. Sayings Of A Forgotten Soul 8/11/2011
15. And All I Know Is No More (Part 1) 11/20/2011
16. The Nightmare Rises 1/23/2012
17. The Psychotic 6 1/23/2012
18. I'M Not Mad 1/25/2012
19. Feel It! ! ! ! 1/30/2012
20. And It All Falls Down 1/30/2012
21. As If I Cared 1/30/2012
22. That's Just Who I Am 2/6/2012
23. E.N.S. 2/6/2012
24. Lullaby 2/6/2012
25. Light 2/6/2012
26. Sorrow 2/6/2012
27. Madame Vanstroviche 2/8/2012
28. Your King 2/10/2012
29. Lay Me Down 2/13/2012
30. Madman's Blues 2/15/2012
31. To Dream 2/1/2012
32. My Beloved Temptress 2/1/2012
33. Death For Me 2/22/2012
34. Mr. Fluffles 2/23/2012
35. Nightmare's Code 2/23/2012
36. To Feel Nothing 3/1/2012
37. Forever The Friend 3/1/2012
38. Old Man And The Ocelot Cub (Part 2) 3/13/2012
39. Hunger 3/13/2012
40. Rise 3/16/2012

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  • James Dudley James Dudley (3/10/2014 6:50:00 AM)

    Your words strum the strings of my soul.

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  • Anne Havell (3/10/2014 5:00:00 AM)

    A beautifully constructed poem containing a depth of feeling.

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Best Poem of Vasto Grom

To The Fallen

Upon this beautiful web of lies
I sleep and rest my head
Unbeknownst to all the other
The me they knew is dead
He died nearly five years ago
In the exact spot that I lay
And the last words he uttered were
I shall find peace upon this day

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Perfection

I was once asked what I thought of perfection, I replied 'I despise perfection for a truly simple reason. Mankind has always strove to better itself, to be greater than the last generation. But if perfection were to ever be achieved than that would be the end, no more room for improvement or imagination. To be perfect means to have nothing left to

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