Vision Ghost

Rookie - 5 Points (24/01/1979 / Epsom, East Surrey)

Vision Ghost Poems

81. Falling 8/11/2006
82. Pleasures In My Attic 8/18/2006
83. Walking Through My Mind 8/20/2006
84. When Angels Cry 8/23/2006
85. Foresaken 8/24/2006
86. Drift 8/26/2006
87. Impulse 8/26/2006
88. Sympathy For The Foolish 8/31/2006
89. Dressed In Black 9/9/2006
90. Within Her 9/9/2006
91. Mistake 9/10/2006
92. Just Don'T Want To Sleep 9/10/2006
93. The Morning After 9/10/2006
94. Against A White Sky 9/10/2006
95. My Spirit 9/13/2006
96. Some Kind Of Suicide 9/14/2006
97. Final Gathering 12/22/2006
98. Where Art Thou Go I Shall Find You 1/3/2007
99. Running To You 1/3/2007
100. Pleasure To Death 1/3/2007
101. Cani Lupus Loneliness 1/3/2007
102. Apparitions Passion 1/3/2007
103. Sediment 1/4/2007
104. For When 1/5/2007
105. Remember 1/6/2007
106. For Her 1/7/2007
107. Demons Play 1/8/2007
108. Here It Is 1/10/2007
109. Eyes In The Dark 1/13/2007
110. In Another Country 1/21/2007
111. Overtones Of Eventuality 1/29/2007
112. Before Born 2/1/2007
113. Journey Maker (Visuality) 2/3/2007
114. The Way To Peace 2/4/2007
115. Gravity Of The One 2/6/2007
116. Fear To Awaken 2/7/2007
117. Rise 2/12/2007
118. This Occasional Alleway 2/15/2007
119. Worms 2/19/2007
120. Empath (Silent Spy) 2/21/2007

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A Gothic Suicide

Felt all that was within, the dread and lonely pain
Fore seeing all the grey clouds, and endless rain
In an entrapment of her bleak, bedroom place
Many scratches of finger nails, adorned her face

Scars of the tormented, and that without release
Collected them like dolls, upon skin like a crease
Sunken eyes reflecting, the soul of a sunken heart
When futures hope seem diminished, and torn apart

Black lines of her heavy make up, drawn down
By so many tears, shed beneath her failed crown
Clasping her wrist, another attempt failed and stings
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A God Like Me

Turning this way or that, down a grey street, void of people
Shaking this out of myself, a rumbling for the ranting steeple
That is the height of my apostle, a solitary preceptor of this
Seems like fate is always, and is forever, taking the unlimited piss

As there is so much for me to give, so much for them to take
An acronym of my steps seem, to be echoing my motions, to stake
A sweetness found in the bitter fruit that is, illegal and prohibited
Beating this down and screaming the defi

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