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
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
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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
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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
51 reads
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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
68 reads
2 Comments
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
56 reads
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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
49 reads
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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
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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
97 reads
3 Comments
Nighttime
The time of night!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
#dark
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#surreal
105 reads
1 Comment
Eyes Cloudy
Eyes once bright with sunlight.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
#breakup
#depression
#love
#sadness
#surreal
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Seven Levels of Paradiso
The tips of your fingernails sail across my skin
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
just as your wet tongue sails across my lips.
Eye to eye, we share what makes us cry,
however personal, neither are afraid to tell.
Vulnerable armor we wear now as we talk
as we have somewhat surrendered so far.
And this talk of armor turning to tears,
as we witness ourselves melt emotionally.
Spirits high as we share giggles and winks.
To explore the other both spiritually and on flesh.
Surrendering by sharing lips and hot breaths.
Surrendering by...
#erotic
#lust
#orgasm
#passion
#sex
257 reads
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Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
150 reads
3 Comments
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