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
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
59 reads
2 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
75 reads
3 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
69 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
73 reads
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
110 reads
3 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
12th Aug 2024 6:16pm
12th Aug 2024 6:16pm
Moonless Bliss
That moonless abyss of your soul,
a blackness which feels everlasting.
A dark soul indeed, with supernovas for eyes -
oh, moonless bliss of mine!
I've fallen in love with the unknown!
The deeper I delve into your darkness,
where summery light never penetrates,
I've fallen for your moonless soul!
a blackness which feels everlasting.
A dark soul indeed, with supernovas for eyes -
oh, moonless bliss of mine!
I've fallen in love with the unknown!
The deeper I delve into your darkness,
where summery light never penetrates,
I've fallen for your moonless soul!
#bipolar
#dark
#love
#MentalHealth
#relationships
96 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
12th Aug 2024 5:46pm
12th Aug 2024 5:46pm
From Rage To Kindle
As our sun smolders beneath the horizon,
the sky of our life burns down in reds and oranges.
Cold blues of the twilight smother our dying flames.
what was our rage is now merely a kindle.
That flame that had existed between us,
lost into the depths of something I cannot see.
the sky of our life burns down in reds and oranges.
Cold blues of the twilight smother our dying flames.
what was our rage is now merely a kindle.
That flame that had existed between us,
lost into the depths of something I cannot see.
#confessional
#depression
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
86 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2024 7:54pm
22nd Jul 2024 7:54pm
Rejection
The flattering, elegant stranger
chained me suddenly to her heart
when I blissfully closed my eyes
and she pressed her finger into my lips
and whispered with hypnotic eyes,
“No, I am not for you nor anyone.”
The rhythm of her voice evoked
something within me - something
sweet yet profoundly bitter.
chained me suddenly to her heart
when I blissfully closed my eyes
and she pressed her finger into my lips
and whispered with hypnotic eyes,
“No, I am not for you nor anyone.”
The rhythm of her voice evoked
something within me - something
sweet yet profoundly bitter.
#loneliness
#love
#rejection
#sadness
#UnrequitedLove
147 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jul 2024 7:50pm
22nd Jul 2024 7:50pm
Shear Love
Hand me the shears of our love
and snip sorrows away
and with a glinting wink
cut me with your adorable wit.
and snip sorrows away
and with a glinting wink
cut me with your adorable wit.
#FallingInLove
#love
#relationships
126 reads
4 Comments
DRUGS POEM
Published
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
Intoxicated
I possess an illness,
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
#addiction
#bipolar
#dark
#MentalHealth
#surreal
257 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Jun 2024 00:57am
8th Jun 2024 00:57am
Remembering To Forget
As I remember, I learn to forget
the buoyant memories that linger.
When I am foundering, I resurface,
only to drown in the world’s stigma.
As masking as the calm, glassy sheet
segregating this pond of thought is,
this curtain between dreams
and the world has parted.
Into the secrets of my abyss,
a home I hold with sacredness,
the world’s stigma follows me
in hallucinatory laughter.
the buoyant memories that linger.
When I am foundering, I resurface,
only to drown in the world’s stigma.
As masking as the calm, glassy sheet
segregating this pond of thought is,
this curtain between dreams
and the world has parted.
Into the secrets of my abyss,
a home I hold with sacredness,
the world’s stigma follows me
in hallucinatory laughter.
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#MentalHealth
#sadness
186 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
6th Jun 2024 1:38pm
6th Jun 2024 1:38pm
The Jaws of Psychosis
The phantom voices are
soundless unsoundness
to the normal world.
With my tongue,
psychosis cracks this lash,
scolding the empty air.
Give one hell,
give another heaven,
but where is my heaven?
Fracture this jawbone -
this jabbering embarrassment
wishing my vacant face!
Raked over hellish coals,
blistering with utterances,
my mind now scorched earth!
Within this jaw-like clench
of a tongueless entity,
I am surely reviled!
soundless unsoundness
to the normal world.
With my tongue,
psychosis cracks this lash,
scolding the empty air.
Give one hell,
give another heaven,
but where is my heaven?
Fracture this jawbone -
this jabbering embarrassment
wishing my vacant face!
Raked over hellish coals,
blistering with utterances,
my mind now scorched earth!
Within this jaw-like clench
of a tongueless entity,
I am surely reviled!
#anxiety
#depression
#MentalHealth
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
137 reads
3 Comments
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