Submissions by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I have been writing since the age of 10, and still feel the same powerful energy to create a story and to intrigue those who read my work. I write dark, surreal poetry and short stories. I also have several novel manuscripts in the works I hope to publish
DARK POEM
Published
Yesterday 12:36pm
Yesterday 12:36pm
Hollow Man
Hollow of eyes,
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#scary #surreal
#scary #surreal
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Nov 2024 4:42pm
18th Nov 2024 4:42pm
Love With Shut Eyes
Love lost in the light.
Lost with eyes wide open!
Even with the sun burning
the darkness of my shadow.
Love found in the dark.
Found with eyes shut!
Even with the sun’s descent
I gaze on with shut eyes.
Love lost and found
between light and dark.
The sight of beauty
with shut eyes so profound.
Lost with eyes wide open!
Even with the sun burning
the darkness of my shadow.
Love found in the dark.
Found with eyes shut!
Even with the sun’s descent
I gaze on with shut eyes.
Love lost and found
between light and dark.
The sight of beauty
with shut eyes so profound.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#love
#MentalHealth
#surreal
60 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
Gentle Thunderstorms Within
There is a soothing storm within.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
#crush
#depression
#FallingInLove
#MentalHealth
#surreal
53 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th Nov 2024 00:49am
17th Nov 2024 00:49am
Teary Storm
With cloudburst in my eyes
and a downpour of tears,
teardrops drizzle down my face.
and a downpour of tears,
teardrops drizzle down my face.
#depression
#MentalHealth
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2024 3:28pm
16th Nov 2024 3:28pm
If Suicide Had Eyes
If suicide had eyes,
it would possess a paralyzing stare.
If suicide had a face,
it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.
If suicide had hands,
it would would lay its cold claws on me.
If suicide had a tongue,
it would lash the air with hallucinations.
If suicide had any promises,
they would all be empty as the air around me.
it would possess a paralyzing stare.
If suicide had a face,
it’s ugliness would vacuum the air from my body.
If suicide had hands,
it would would lay its cold claws on me.
If suicide had a tongue,
it would lash the air with hallucinations.
If suicide had any promises,
they would all be empty as the air around me.
#depression
#MentalHealth
#suicide
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Nov 2024 3:12pm
16th Nov 2024 3:12pm
Off My Medication
So this is what the end looks like.
This is what suicide lurking behind you feels like.
I will no longer sugar coat a damn thing!
Death’s tapping it’s pointed fingernails on my back,
asking if I am ready to crossover into peace.
I can’t go on in the imaginary world
when the real world holds so much beauty.
I can’t be laid into the dark of a casket yet
when the sun of hope blankets my beaten soul.
A soul that’s encased by this body
feels withering and beaten by judgments.
I don’t want to live anymore BUT…
deep down I don’t...
This is what suicide lurking behind you feels like.
I will no longer sugar coat a damn thing!
Death’s tapping it’s pointed fingernails on my back,
asking if I am ready to crossover into peace.
I can’t go on in the imaginary world
when the real world holds so much beauty.
I can’t be laid into the dark of a casket yet
when the sun of hope blankets my beaten soul.
A soul that’s encased by this body
feels withering and beaten by judgments.
I don’t want to live anymore BUT…
deep down I don’t...
#depression
#MentalHealth
#suicide
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Sep 2024 5:58pm
23rd Sep 2024 5:58pm
Torrents of Hallucinations
I am merely a black silhouette in the room.
Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis.
I am a burnt out shell of my summery youthful self.
Every moment has a wintry hallucination -
flurries of racing thoughts rage in the gales within.
Formless voices cascading into my ears!
Flooding with intensity, once a trickle into my mind,
This spate of external stimuli - this succession -
this outpouring from the nothingness that is the air - a rushing stream of the imagined!
This frequent dejection, caused by
the swirling of negative...
Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis.
I am a burnt out shell of my summery youthful self.
Every moment has a wintry hallucination -
flurries of racing thoughts rage in the gales within.
Formless voices cascading into my ears!
Flooding with intensity, once a trickle into my mind,
This spate of external stimuli - this succession -
this outpouring from the nothingness that is the air - a rushing stream of the imagined!
This frequent dejection, caused by
the swirling of negative...
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
161 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:55pm
The Sound of Silence
It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Where we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but harness. No beginning,
no end, just present.
Our focus leading inwards.
#dawn
#night
#spring
#summer
#winter
158 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2024 9:53pm
2nd Sep 2024 9:53pm
My Dreamy Graveyard
My dreamy world of writing
is a graveyard shrouded in fog.
Where each story has a grave,
each grave has a character.
These living, breathing corpses
with open eyes, raspy voices
and souls, gaze on through my eyes.
is a graveyard shrouded in fog.
Where each story has a grave,
each grave has a character.
These living, breathing corpses
with open eyes, raspy voices
and souls, gaze on through my eyes.
#emptiness
#heartbroken
#loneliness
#rejection
#sadness
136 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
31st Aug 2024 6:06pm
This Path of Uncertainty
I know this path…
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
This is a path I’ve walked before…
It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end.
Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet.
I don’t want to be quiet anymore.
I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water
of surrealism, and be home!
Here in reality, I am no one.
There in surrealism, I am someone.
I’ll raise my hand to the glass
and the figure in the reflection follows.
Then we join palms,
then a ripple in the glass.
All I...
#anxiety
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#OCD
107 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
31st Aug 2024 1:23pm
31st Aug 2024 1:23pm
Frieda's Grave
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes. And voices!
Voices that whispered and screamed into the beating heart of my ears.
My earthly body and mortal spirit - now a living, breathing corpse.
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes as I peered down at the laceration scars
running lengthwise up my forearms, standing at the rusted, wrought iron gate of
the castle graveyard - the resting place of my friend, Frieda.
My mind for certain was in a fog - a thick, white veil that concealed reality
from what little normality I had at the time. The...
Voices that whispered and screamed into the beating heart of my ears.
My earthly body and mortal spirit - now a living, breathing corpse.
Fog was in my mind and mist in my eyes as I peered down at the laceration scars
running lengthwise up my forearms, standing at the rusted, wrought iron gate of
the castle graveyard - the resting place of my friend, Frieda.
My mind for certain was in a fog - a thick, white veil that concealed reality
from what little normality I had at the time. The...
#dark
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
15th Aug 2024 11:21pm
15th Aug 2024 11:21pm
Mirrored Psychosis (Collab with Crimsin)
Mirrored faces reflect faces mirrored.
The mirror can break,
appear as impassible spindles of web,
and sometimes it can shatter
my only doorway to my utopian psychosis.
The voice that emerged I didn't recognize
it was holding conversations outside of me
to a being, I didn't know.
I felt the pressure on my soul -
a weighty feeling causing me turmoil.
Fingerprints on the glass
tell of past attempts to cross.
Opaque with its tropical steam,
no, it’s my breath on the glass,
yearning to cross.
It seemed...
The mirror can break,
appear as impassible spindles of web,
and sometimes it can shatter
my only doorway to my utopian psychosis.
The voice that emerged I didn't recognize
it was holding conversations outside of me
to a being, I didn't know.
I felt the pressure on my soul -
a weighty feeling causing me turmoil.
Fingerprints on the glass
tell of past attempts to cross.
Opaque with its tropical steam,
no, it’s my breath on the glass,
yearning to cross.
It seemed...
#confessional
#dark
#depression
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
145 reads
3 Comments
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