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
SELF POEM
Published
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Sunny Eyes
Sunny eyes beam through this storm of fury.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
29th Mar 2025 2:51pm
Alone
I am alone within the remote regions of my mind.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
Safely isolated from the judgmental world
where I’m an introvert. This endless seclusion
for a mortal scribing immortal words
is accompanied intimately by lasting loneliness.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#surreal
56 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Mar 2025 1:18pm
29th Mar 2025 1:18pm
Rain On Her Lips
Oh, that morning dew on her lips.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
Taste of her I long on my lips.
Let it be known to her,
that she is special to me.
Oh, that morning rain from her eyes.
Sight of her tears of joy in her eyes.
Let it be known to her,
that she can cry before me.
#love
#relationships
#surreal
71 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
8th Mar 2025 4:39pm
8th Mar 2025 4:39pm
Wild With Love
I kiss my Delilah,
Molten love pours from my soul,
Igniting her with sweet madness.
I melt her with flattery,
As fire does to snow,
In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.
Molten love pours from my soul,
Igniting her with sweet madness.
I melt her with flattery,
As fire does to snow,
In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.
#love
#relationships
#surreal
134 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
5th Mar 2025 6:57pm
Gone
Gone into the distant thoughts of others
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
when I am no more than a memory.
Vanished into the clay of the earth,
gone I'll be into that distant memory.
When my voice dies with me,
gone I'll be as words in a sob story.
Gone into the imagination of others
where they recall only the best of me.
Vanished to into the nothingness,
gone I'll be into that memory.
When my hand dies with me,
gone I'll be from the pen for eternity.
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#suicide
169 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
Shipwrecked Soul
Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
86 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
Lantern In The Darkness
The flamelight of my hope and reality
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat,
pushing...
#bipolar
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
150 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
117 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 8:17pm
24th Feb 2025 8:17pm
Mortal Sin
The suicides vainly scream
in the depths of hell
to shut ears in the heavens.
in the depths of hell
to shut ears in the heavens.
#morality
#religion
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Feb 2025 1:55am
24th Feb 2025 1:55am
Waiting
Many await the receding of the dark,
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
#MentalHealth
#surreal
77 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
23rd Feb 2025 2:47pm
Season of Choice
It is the season of choice.
The season I find my love.
Where embers thaw and burn.
Bring me into your season.
Into warm nights of passion.
Where passion ignites senses.
Make me feel your season.
Into warm and sweaty embraces.
Where embracing smolders red hot.
Make me love and hate your season.
Love that summer of wet lips pressing.
Hate that winter of letting go.
The season I find my love.
Where embers thaw and burn.
Bring me into your season.
Into warm nights of passion.
Where passion ignites senses.
Make me feel your season.
Into warm and sweaty embraces.
Where embracing smolders red hot.
Make me love and hate your season.
Love that summer of wet lips pressing.
Hate that winter of letting go.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#ILoveYou
#love
#relationships
165 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
16th Feb 2025 5:20pm
16th Feb 2025 5:20pm
Why Does She Stay With Me?
Possessing a diagnosis that makes you feel like you’re living on the dark side of the moon. Psychosis! Why does she stay with me?
Possessing this thunder in your heart with the hope that one day you’ll wake up and it’ll just be a bad dream. No! It’s permanent, so, I beg the question again, why does she stay with me?
I look at her with love. Love of something so much better than me. She sees me, yet, not the disorder which plagues me. Why, why does she stay with me?
She looks at me with love. Love of something she holds so dear. And I see her, yet, notice nothing...
Possessing this thunder in your heart with the hope that one day you’ll wake up and it’ll just be a bad dream. No! It’s permanent, so, I beg the question again, why does she stay with me?
I look at her with love. Love of something so much better than me. She sees me, yet, not the disorder which plagues me. Why, why does she stay with me?
She looks at me with love. Love of something she holds so dear. And I see her, yet, notice nothing...
#depression
#love
#MentalHealth
#relationships
#sadness
129 reads
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