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Comic Book Hero

by =Caylee-Slansen, Jun 30, 2012, 11:26:53 AM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

We met in the Summer, I was single and free,
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.

Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.

Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.

Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.

As time went by, his promises were lost.
His stories grew grander and my heart was the cost.
The hero, he ran. Where to? No one knows.
But a path of heart ache will follow where he goes.

Like a comic book hero, he too wore a mask.
Promises broken, our love not to last.
And his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.

My most viewed deviation to date, and one of my own personal favourites too

Collaborative Poetry

As One (Collaborative Poem)She lays her head upon my chest.
I hold her close and let her rest.As One (Collaborative Poem) by =Caylee-Slansen

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Rule Of Four (Collaborative Poem)One step, two step, three step, four,
It's creeping outside your bedroom door.Rule Of Four (Collaborative Poem) by =Caylee-Slansen

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Lonely Love (Collaborative Poem)If only you could understand
Just how much I love you.
If only you would take my hand
And showed you love me too.Lonely Love (Collaborative Poem) by =Caylee-Slansen

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Snow White (Collaborative Poem)None is so fair as she,
Her porcelain skin so rare to see.
Rose red lips, her hair as black as ebony.Snow White (Collaborative Poem) by =Caylee-Slansen

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The Boogie Man (Collaborative Poem)He skulks and he sneaks,
He tips on his toes.
He squints his strange eyes
And wiggles his nose.The Boogie Man (Collaborative Poem) by =Caylee-Slansen

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The World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem)Delicately, he drifts
On the blanket of blue.
Coming together
Like a ship with its crew.The World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem) by =Caylee-Slansen

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A MomentWe should live for the moment,
But the moments never last.
One moment you'll be happy,
But too soon it's in the past.
So many moments treasured,
Too many moments passed.
Some to be forgotten,
And some you dream to last.
A lifetime of these moments,
Some joyous and some, not as,
All give your life some meaning,
But life goes by too fast.
And when your moment comes
To let your moments pass,
Which will you remember?
Which will you hold fast?A Moment by =Caylee-Slansen

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The Angel's LamentThe bell tolls its haunting ring,
A tune to which the angels sing.
Their promise of exquisite things
Falls deaf on those without their wings.The Angel's Lament by =Caylee-Slansen

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The Veins of HumanityThe veins of humanity
Are visible only at night.
Flowing through
the valleys of darkness;
Beacons of life.
Their comforting glow
An embodiment of civilisation.The Veins of Humanity by =Caylee-Slansen

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No Name (Original)His name's irrelevant,
His image unknown,
He knows where to find you,
And if you're alone.

The three rules are simple,
Make sure they are known,
And maybe, just maybe,
He'll leave you alone.

Rule 1: wear a trinket
Of red on your toe
To keep your feet steady
And guide you back home.

Rule 2: wear a smile
And show him no fear.
His power's futile when
You grin ear to ear.

Rule 3: last but not least,
Sing this rhyme each night
And make sure you do so,
Before
You turn out the lightNo Name (Original) by =Caylee-Slansen

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The Lonely Teddy Bear v2A small tear falls down his old worn face,
He misses their cuddles, their nightly embrace.
The way she would hold his paw at night
Would make them feel brave, and ward of the fright
Of what would come the following day,
When they would come and take her away.The Lonely Teddy Bear v2 by =Caylee-Slansen

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Mummy's Boy

Mummy's Boy: Day 3 - Part 1 by =Caylee-Slansen

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The HorsemanIn the dark of night
The horseman rides.
A story of pain
Staining the skies.

There for all
To gaze and see.
This horseman bound
To search eternally.

His cursed fate
Is a story untold.
One believed
Too horrific to behold.

He rides so melancholy
In a grim kind of way.
Always riding,
But never away.

Bound to our land
This poor soul be.
Searching for her,
His once 'wife-to-be'.The Horseman by =Caylee-Slansen

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Cold Hands by =Caylee-Slansen

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My Little AngelHow can I forget
The day we first met.

Your big, brown eyes
So filled with wonder.

Your tiny, searching fingers
Clasping mine.

My Little Angel,
How can I ever forget?

I couldn't believe
You were finally here.

You slept so soundly.
Your tiny snores
Caressing my heart.

My Little Angel,
How can I forget?

Your dreams of hope,
Your soul filled with love.

Such a precious life.
But it couldn't be so.

Now,
My Angel
Dances with the other Angels.

And I promise,
My Little Angel,
I will never forget.My Little Angel by =Caylee-Slansen

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Forever WatchingThese walls are always watching,
They watch my every move.
Never do they take their eyes
And look at something new.

I have no way of escaping,
I am to be enclosed.
I know it is all my fault,
And I cannot dispose

Of this burden resting on my heart,
This guilt I'm always feeling.
My mind with nothing else to do,
But remember why I'm bleeding.

These walls have seen a lot,
They've seen a lot of pain.
Their scars are a reminder
Of what and whose to blame.Forever Watching by =Caylee-Slansen

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Diary EntryThe days are long, there's little sleep.
The trenches cold, the mud holes deep.

The smell of death, the call of the dying.
Hundreds of men; all broken, crying.

Oh how the lice irritate me so,
Covered in the things from head to toe.

Itching and scratching until you are sore,
Leaving wounds open, blistered and raw.

The creatures doing what they do best,
Knawing the living and eating the rest.

Crunching and grinding the bones of the dead,
Insects creeping all over their heads.

It rained last night like never before,
Body parts falling all over the floor.

The thunderous roar of guns all around,
Then all of a sudden, not one singleDiary Entry by =Caylee-Slansen

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Lucky BoyI once knew this boy
A lucky sod,
Who had everything
A boy could want.

But still he'd want more,
He would not stop,
'til he had all the
Toys in the shop

At home in his room,
Safe and sound,
For him to play with
All the year round.

His mother would ask
If he would share
Just some of his toys
With boys out there

Who weren't as lucky
As he himself,
But the boy refused
To share his wealth.

One fateful day as
He played his game
Of piling toys and
Giving them names

There sat a small frog,
The wind-up kind,
Who had enough life
To move around,

Enough to cause
His pile to shake,
The boy looked up
But it was too late.

Lucky Boy by =Caylee-Slansen

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1)

can you feel love for me ?I want to be love,
but is something hard to be.
I wannna love you
every day and every night.
But this is imposible.
I want so much things in my mind,
i have some things in my life.
I wanna love you
every day and every night.
But I'm only a dreamer,
a little dreamer with wings of bird.
I wanna know you
but I'm so slow, so fool, so child.
I never forget the love of the persons that love me.
Love is the key of all the hearts.
Dedicated to all the persons that can feel love for me.

2)

An old and unfinished tale--Page 1"It's a shame that the skies had drawn this child's destiny so hideously," a male voice implied in humourless volume. "Her fate will cause the stars to weep greatly for her."

Tongues of violet fire swam around within a circular motion in mid-air, assisted by the repetitive twirling of a wooden staff. The staff was tilted and spun around many times, controlling the purple, fiery rings that glowered fiercely at the night sky above.

"My, my; it seems that this child will grow up to perhaps own strength exceeding yours, my prince. She seems to have a rather powerful psyche." Whilst saying this, the man tugged at his silver cloak, which masked h

An old and unfinished tale--Page 2Nathanael pointed his staff at another person kneeling on the ground beside the prince. The woman's long, black hair veiled most of her face, yet it couldn't hide the white dress she wore, bloodstained and torn as if a feral creature had attacked her.

Her tears fell onto her arms which she tried to cover her eyes with, black and blue with bruises and cuts. Blood painted the wounds on her legs and back.

"Your daughter's immobile body is still alive and safe in the rings of fire. Please accept what we're doing for her." The woman nodded her head weakly, sobbing as her fuchsia-eyed husband attempted to console her.

Whipping his head around to

CandyflossUnicorns frolic in candyfloss fields,
Drinking out of the chocolate stream,
Nibbling on the shrubs of caramel,
Eating the trees of liquorice,
What a happy day it has been.

PhotographsI capture you
In pictures
Display you
On my wall
All the world
Can see you
Until your picture
Falls

MileOnly known you for a year,
Only loved you for a while,
But I know that together,
We can make it a mile.

4)

Of TimeOf Time

Time is a curious thing. Time flows ever on, no matter what happens in life. Time changes people; time changes itself. I remember learning at a young age that time and space are interconnected, and some scientists hypothesize that time and space are in fact the same thing. People say that "time is money," yet time cannot be bought or sold. What is time?

I've thought about these concepts a lot over my 13 years of schooling – about half of it was spent in Arizona while the other half was spent here in Ohio. And I've realized a few important things.

First, the scientists are right: time and space are the same

5)

DarkIt comes at dusk, then retreats with dawn
a neutral force, but a pawn
to be used, abused
and trod upon
naught it done wrong

no contrite hearts
exposing pain
selfish they are, want to obtain
all possible gain
alas! from the fain

Its forms leave it scarred –
the victuals for the starved
the silence in the noise
the refuge to the prey
– scarred as evil fey

simply since virtue is used as sin
discordant din stays hidden within
until tuned by battle, then a war
the light shall fail
the Dark, prevail

Master...I quit.I wait here Master
on my aching knees.
I need your next command.
Sir, I aim to please.
So easy to follow orders,
Than to think things for myself.
But sometimes my mind wanders.
Is there something else?
Where two stand together
equals hand and hand.
Where seeing each other's smile
Is all that we demand.
I think you see it in my eyes
when I think of other times.
How I long it to be.
For once I wish it were someones pleasure
to simply pleasure me.

Addict.I should have quit you, bad habit you are.
Damages done to my body.
The stress, the mess.
How many years have you taken?

I Should have stopped inhaling your scent.
Wait come back that's not what I meant.
Why am I so conflicted?

I should give you up tomorrow..
ok maybe a week. A month or two.
Do they have a rehab just for you?
God! I am so addicted.

Lesions. Don't be near me Lesions.

Don't be near me
when my glass heart breaks.
The shards will cut you to deep.
They rip from the inside
to burst out from my eyes,
and into the tears that I weep.

Your touch is tempting,
but you words are lacking
a sense of sincerity.
Its more like mocking,
my feelings, my heart.
Which you have simply torn it apart.

Don't be near me
when my glass heart breaks.
The shards will cut you to deep.
They rip from the inside,
to burst out from my eyes,
and into the tears that I weep.

Its funny now,
how transperant you are.
Your glamour must have ended.
A hollow man,
no light inside.
Clearly my heart was fool

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As One (Collaborative Poem)

Journal Entry: Sat Apr 20, 2013, 11:55 AM

This poem is a collaborative piece and all contributors have been credited If you wish to take part and include your contribution, please post your work in the comments section of the poem (below).

As One (Collaborative Poem)She lays her head upon my chest.
I hold her close and let her rest.

She lays her head upon my chest.
I hold her close and let her rest.

When night draws near, I start to sing.
Her dreams, like butterflies, take wing.

I lay there in peace with her.
Until her dreams shatter.
The peace is broken, we both knew it could not last.

I want to crack open her ribs and hold her tenderly beating heart.
If only for a moment.

Across my breast her curls splay,
With them my fingers play

I wonder if I shall ever let her go
And be in a world full of sorrow.

I watched her being ever so lovely
Caressing her hair, with my fingers so softly.

This broken bird is just like me.
I wonder if I'll ever be free.

Her strength is fading, this I know
As one by one, my tears flow.

The machine she's hooked to gives a startled shriek
At her heart's slowly fading beat.

Doctors, nurses, they're a blur to me,
As I look down at her, what do I see.

My very best friend, my beloved wife,
As from her eyes, fades the light of life.

I hold her close as my heart screams
And I close my eyes, and remember our dreams.

Quiet songbirds lull to sleep
The fleeting smile I hope to keep.

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Apr 20, 2013 As One (Collaborative Poem)
Apr 14, 2013 Rule Of Four (Collaborative Poem)
Apr 9, 2013 Collaborative Poetry: What Do You Think?
Apr 7, 2013 Mummy's Boy
Apr 6, 2013 Lonely Love (Collaborative Poem)
Mar 25, 2013 So It Continues...
Mar 22, 2013 Snow White (Collaborative Poem)
Mar 17, 2013 The Boogie Man (Collaborative Poem)
Mar 11, 2013 The World Is Your Oyster (Collaborative Poem)
Mar 9, 2013 No-Name (Collaborative Poem)

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Caylee Slansen
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United Kingdom

My pen name is Caylee Slansen (an anagram of my real name).

I live in the Yorkshire Dales in England.

I am passionate about horror and love all things scary!

I love to read graphic novels, horror books and poetry. My favourite books are:
Bram Stoker's Dracula
Wickedoz: Tales of a Witch's Cat
Jane Eyre
James Herbet: Ash Series & Creed
The Boys (graphic novel)
Chew (graphic novel)

I try to be creative and spend my time writing.

I love to listen to music of all kinds; depends on what mood I'm in really. But my favourite bands are:
Hurt
Atreyu
A Perfect Circle

I love to watch films; especially horror.

Halloween is my favourite time of the year (along with Autumn in general).

My favourite place to be is in the woods or by the sea on a stormy day

My favourite poem is "Jim; who ran away from his nurse and was eaten by a lion" by Hilaire Belloc.

I have been lucky enough to have one poem published in Canada titled "The Lonely Teddy Bear".

As a warning for my potential gallery viewers / readers, my poetry may be seen as "untasteful" or explicit for some readers, so sensitive readers please take heed. I have placed maturity warnings on such work; you have been warned!

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