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Array ( [sid] => 134039 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Diary Of Darcy Chandler . . . Ben [time] => 2007-05-02 15:09:27 [hometext] => Entry 3. [bodytext] =>

Only to well

do i know the pain

now that i'm old and

bent,

life is that place

that drive's you insane

from love's

disillusionment.

A

grotesque portrayal of days gone by

disttorted by youthful

dreams,

to small to be seen by the naked eye

and to late to be saved by my

screams.

Invincible me

ahh! said i,

one day with the world i will

share,

to late i found out

what that world was about

the cubboard of life is now

bare.

Oh darcy chandler

i hear myself say again and again

in my head, there's no going back to your yesterday

for how does one live for the

dead?.

I feel my heart tremble

i feel my pulse race,

i

feel beads of sweat

pouring down my

face.

Slowly i watch the sun go to sleep

as the moon wipes a tear from it's eye,

as though it knows every secret i keep

and will 'till the day i

die.

Speaking of death

that final task soon to tear me asunder,

leave's me no choice but to silence my voice

ending this life of

blunder.

Ben [comments] => 4 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 13 [informant] => myheartsvoice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )

Diary Of Darcy Chandler . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Wednesday, 2nd May 2007 @ 03:09:27 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Only to well

do i know the pain

now that i'm old and

bent,

life is that place

that drive's you insane

from love's

disillusionment.

A

grotesque portrayal of days gone by

disttorted by youthful

dreams,

to small to be seen by the naked eye

and to late to be saved by my

screams.

Invincible me

ahh! said i,

one day with the world i will

share,

to late i found out

what that world was about

the cubboard of life is now

bare.

Oh darcy chandler

i hear myself say again and again

in my head, there's no going back to your yesterday

for how does one live for the

dead?.

I feel my heart tremble

i feel my pulse race,

i

feel beads of sweat

pouring down my

face.

Slowly i watch the sun go to sleep

as the moon wipes a tear from it's eye,

as though it knows every secret i keep

and will 'till the day i

die.

Speaking of death

that final task soon to tear me asunder,

leave's me no choice but to silence my voice

ending this life of

blunder.

Ben

Copyright © myheartsvoice ... [ 2007-05-02 15:09:27]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Diary Of Darcy Chandler . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Ihop on Thursday, 3rd May 2007 @ 01:38:46 AM AEST
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Your poem was extremely excellent. I am thrilled that someone on this websites has talent like me! LOL. Just kidding. Check out some of mines, you'll be satified, i hope.

Re: Diary Of Darcy Chandler . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Ihop on Thursday, 3rd May 2007 @ 01:38:50 AM AEST
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Your poem was extremely excellent. I am thrilled that someone on this websites has
talent like me! LOL. Just kidding. Check out some of mines, you'll be satified, i hope.

Re: Diary Of Darcy Chandler . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by PhantomVampyress on Thursday, 3rd May 2007 @ 08:49:03 AM AEST
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a very eloquent exquiste piece here .. great job.

vampyress jenni

Re: Diary Of Darcy Chandler . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Dom on Friday, 4th May 2007 @ 05:49:53 AM AEST
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Glad you wrote this, I wanted to know more about Darcy Chandler, and here it is!
Interesting to hear the poem from a first person perspective, it allows more of a connection and there is more room for empathy.

Take care,
Dom

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