Vasto Grom

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

Vasto Grom Poems

41. To Bed 3/16/2012
42. Why They Chose I? 3/27/2012
43. Let Us Play 3/27/2012
44. I Wish Upon Insanity 4/3/2012
45. Upon Darkness 8/11/2011
46. The Path 8/6/2011
47. Their God 8/27/2011
48. This World 10/17/2011
49. Call Upon Me 4/9/2012
50. These Tears I Cry 4/9/2012
51. Release 4/20/2012
52. I Have 2/17/2012
53. Sayings Of A Twisted Mind (Part 2) 2/19/2012
54. Ferry 4/20/2012
55. Randomness 6/4/2012
56. To Fly 6/4/2012
57. Dreamer 6/11/2012
58. I Wonder 6/18/2012
59. Moving On 10/24/2012
60. Ode To The Dreamer 10/26/2012
61. Time To Play 10/26/2012
62. The Psychotic Slasher 11/28/2012
63. The Final Words Of A Life Lived In A Lie 12/31/2012
64. Mermaid 1/7/2013
65. I Leave 3/8/2013
66. Still Awake 3/29/2013
67. Peaceful Slumber 4/15/2013
68. I Feel It Rising 7/11/2013
69. Burn It All Down 7/11/2013
70. It Begins 7/18/2013
71. Am I A Monster? 5/18/2014
72. Blood And Tears 6/18/2014
73. Captain On Deck 12/3/2014
74. Ensanity 3/27/2016
75. Hated 6/26/2012
76. The Keeper Of Suffering And Sorrow 11/28/2012
77. Mimi 2/21/2012
78. For My Sins 4/3/2012
79. Blood Across The Walls 2/1/2012
80. Coin Of Fate 2/15/2012

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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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