-~~paragon of delusion~~-
dissected me
icy dale
verses of orcus
verses by the styx
acrimony
black papyrus
~graveyard~
fallen angel
empty
alter ego
ode to the world
the paradox the illogical
cerebral juices
the ~home~
portals
wire me
offal

a cornucopia of gothic prose and dark poetries

angst is dead.

too bad, for angst he has to pretend that he is dead.
here is my site during the apex. the peak.
of that episode.
 
now it has subsided. but still i would like to keep those shards of broken glasses. the dried blood.
 
here it is.
 
(:-
 
on the other side i am planning to put up another site, which is more of my recent stuff. not exactly about dark poems. but the mellowed and fermented stuff that i have been writing lately.
 
it will be called anak ng bayan... the political convictions and the statement of the Anak ng Bayan Catanduanes. hope to see you there
 
anyway i decided to keep this site (including the early poems and the amateurish prose) for posterity and to see how i have progressed aesthetically.
 
(:- (:-dale
11:04:03
 
 
 

I am what I write
I write what I am
the other side of me
the real us

which is you
through
me

a clod like you
has no right to berate
anything in this site
go away!

Paragon of Delusion
a cornucopia of prose and a dash of verses.It is divide into several sections which got different colors and tones.Different sections which shows myriad of streaks of a rotten guy.A guy who calls himself Scythes who lives a wasted life, lived a tormented past and heading towards an uncertain horizon.

~DISSECTED ME~ this is the way I single out every morbid nerve and sad bones. Just like you would do with a formaldehyde treated cat only that I am a living cadaver.

~ICY DALE~a drab realization, on how this life makes me sink into ennui and to the gulf of cynicsm.

~VERSES BY THE STYX~words that flowed from the river of antipathy.

~VERSES OF ORCUS~to love death and be paranoid because of life.The knife and the guillotine combined to make my glorified way out.

~ACRIMONY~caustic bitterness , how it made me a devil in
this hell.

~BLACK PAPYRUS~space for goths...mutation

~FALLEN ANGEL~ a page for cole, thoughts by her

~EMPTY~visual poetry...for my home

+ALTER EGO+ a lucid interval from the totality of self destruction.Lines that grew from scanty sunlight and rain, it flourished.

~ODE TO THE WORLD~a letter to the world who never wrote to me

~CEREBRAL JUICES~ a worthwhile opinions and views of Scythes the paragon

~THE PARADOX & THE ILLOGICAL~ rants and ravings on stuffs that make this life suck.I posted there some stuff about spirits and marijuana..

~WIRE ME~ our dark connection...email

~OFFAL~a web based landfill, a heap of inferior scrawls piled for you to scavenge.

This is a
solace from the world
heat for my half dead life
color for my prosaic and gray existence
escape from the outside problems
and a poison
to my organic mind
and decaying system

I built this to runaway from dried laurels and parched roses that is scattered on my "life" .

Pls. dont forget to sign on my GUESTBOOK <BLOODY PAPYRUS>.Your words would mean that I am not alone in this abyss of torment. Pls.put your comments on <like or hate my site?>Thanks! enjoy your stay.Bonne chance

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all the pages here...
feel free to explore
the dusty
and newborn babies
and dying fetus....
 
I decided to build a page for your dark articles...send them to me scythianstyx@lycos.com...Its going to be called ~crestfallen wings~
 
what are you waiting for!  RUN.......
 
or
 
die.

Tommorow you are  dead I'll pray for you...You are a friend who will die.You will be buried here.
 
I could smell death following you....look back!
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I need an article/story about Grim Reaper. I tried scrubbing the search engines but i got none so far.For a tale about DEath, i hope you could write about the human aspects <isnt it deathly?>...email me or use that link for sending articles...

thanks!


All of us are angels.
A door; Actual size=100 pixels wide
Angels could either be a paragon or a delusion....

Serenity

After all
the long wait
serenity
has finally
blessed our "life"

serene eyes
watching us

serene faces
guarding us

serene figures
being with us

serene wind
blowing for us

serenity only for us.

living means dying.a truth

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I run

I
walk
I
run
at failing
paces
against
I
fight
I
race
the unstoppable
time
the unyielding
world
my enemies

i
run
fast
i
found
in
the end
no matter
how
fast
far
i run
an end
will come

I cant
run
against
time
when
the end-end is
face to face
against
mine.

who could ever say
that dying is
excruciating?

who could ever say
that suicide is
for the coward

who would ever
want to endure
the pain and burn
of this world's
gulf of flame?

who would ever
want to live
another day
of suffering
in this game?

This is Life,
isnt it?

Life that
would soon
end
to be
called
Death

When

the

fucked-up

reality

is

enough.




there

is

a

way

out...



I am just a tiny voice of the underground
trying to make myself heard
amidst the tousand other voices
with different cries
pitch and loudness
but essentially
having the same
sense and thoughts
screaming for justice
from the eternal catastrophe
and abuse
cruelty and lies.

can we not die?

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a hole for my soul, a pit for my head

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