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
LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2019 1:51pm
26th Feb 2019 1:51pm
A White Petal
I have fallen in love with her,
and I cannot stop my feelings.
A rose blooms in our bed,
blooming from a rainy Summer.
A white petal had fallen onto the cover,
I picked it up, smelled it,
and rubbed it on her lips.
She still doesn’t awake.
and I cannot stop my feelings.
A rose blooms in our bed,
blooming from a rainy Summer.
A white petal had fallen onto the cover,
I picked it up, smelled it,
and rubbed it on her lips.
She still doesn’t awake.
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#FallingInLove
#crush
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LOVE POEM
Published
26th Feb 2019 1:38pm
26th Feb 2019 1:38pm
Thirst For Life
I offered you a kiss,
but you were asleep.
Sleeping lips are quiet
Summer nights.
Open these lips and
breathe out a calming
Summer wind. I now
sense the coming Winter.
but you were asleep.
Sleeping lips are quiet
Summer nights.
Open these lips and
breathe out a calming
Summer wind. I now
sense the coming Winter.
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#FallingInLove
#crush
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2019 10:25pm
25th Feb 2019 10:25pm
Music of the Heart
I whispered to an ugly girl,
whilst she was still asleep.
Kissing her sleeping lips,
I whispered a beautiful poem.
I laid my ear upon hers,
swore to have heard heart music.
I heard the rhythm tickle,
against her soul and body.
whilst she was still asleep.
Kissing her sleeping lips,
I whispered a beautiful poem.
I laid my ear upon hers,
swore to have heard heart music.
I heard the rhythm tickle,
against her soul and body.
#love
#music
#FallingInLove
#emotional
#crush
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LOVE POEM
Published
25th Feb 2019 10:23pm
25th Feb 2019 10:23pm
Undress Yourself
Dim those eyelids now,
and squeeze them shut.
Drain all of your sorrows for me,
but don’t hide them with a pillow.
Let the tear streams run wild,
And flood upon my shoulder’s basin.
and squeeze them shut.
Drain all of your sorrows for me,
but don’t hide them with a pillow.
Let the tear streams run wild,
And flood upon my shoulder’s basin.
#love
#lust
#relationships
#sex
#erotic
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2019 6:20pm
22nd Feb 2019 6:20pm
Canto 1 The Dark Wood of Error (Stanzas 3-4)
Than that infernal-wood could one’s demise be not far more venomous!
Of what hallowed one can preach,
recounting I will that was unveiled to me by the Lord’s grace.
I scarcely can say how I came about it,
so intoxicated with weariness I was constrained
from the True Way I strayed with ill sense.
Of what hallowed one can preach,
recounting I will that was unveiled to me by the Lord’s grace.
I scarcely can say how I came about it,
so intoxicated with weariness I was constrained
from the True Way I strayed with ill sense.
#evil
#religion
#God
#Christian
#spiritual
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
21st Feb 2019 10:41pm
The Silence
Then there was peace…
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
A lull in the shelling of the battleground
and there was a silence so profound.
The corpses had laid in pools of blood, drowned,
the bleeding of their bodies dry and the cold had their corpses embalmed.
There was heartening quietude in their stillness,
only in the distance was there a resonance of their shrillness.
Their lips were stiffly bound,
not a daystar to soften them around.
Erectly stood from a shattered barn was tall chimneypiece,
smokeless, in the still air itself now had peace. ...
#depression
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#silence
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Feb 2019 9:50pm
21st Feb 2019 9:50pm
This Glowing Locus (2nd Draft)
Revulsions of your unmasked malevolence
give away your deceiving benevolence.
This bosom, the locus of my emotionality
glowing like a lantern when you’re beside me,
the very essence of my being in perfect rapport with you.
My flame and your shadow have a salacious rendezvous.
Pity not for when you see me dying to a flicker.
Your intuition knows to revive my flame already.
You know I betrayed you, and you’re deceivingly merciful. Why?
What’s this character to be so forgiving?
Clemency, desiring it I confess shames...
give away your deceiving benevolence.
This bosom, the locus of my emotionality
glowing like a lantern when you’re beside me,
the very essence of my being in perfect rapport with you.
My flame and your shadow have a salacious rendezvous.
Pity not for when you see me dying to a flicker.
Your intuition knows to revive my flame already.
You know I betrayed you, and you’re deceivingly merciful. Why?
What’s this character to be so forgiving?
Clemency, desiring it I confess shames...
#love
#relationships
#heartbroken
#sex
#betrayal
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2019 12:39pm
21st Feb 2019 12:39pm
The Infernal Forest
Amiss I crossed
unknowingly into Hell’s frost,
within a mortal’s journey in a dismal wood of sin,
little I knew a divine odyssey would begin.
I awoke off the True Path!
Lord! Dip this careless flesh in your bath of wrath!
In our infernal forest, I departed from the way of light!
Oh, Divine One, with anguish deliver to me a smite!
How to say how wicked,
such a place makes the saints justly livid!
Never witnessed so rank, so dismal,
the non-christened regiments abysmal.
So savagely untamed its rough...
unknowingly into Hell’s frost,
within a mortal’s journey in a dismal wood of sin,
little I knew a divine odyssey would begin.
I awoke off the True Path!
Lord! Dip this careless flesh in your bath of wrath!
In our infernal forest, I departed from the way of light!
Oh, Divine One, with anguish deliver to me a smite!
How to say how wicked,
such a place makes the saints justly livid!
Never witnessed so rank, so dismal,
the non-christened regiments abysmal.
So savagely untamed its rough...
#evil
#religion
#God
#Christian
#spiritual
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2019 6:15am
21st Feb 2019 6:15am
Canto 1 The Dark Wood of Error (Stanzas 1-4)
Amiss I went, within a mortal’s journey
in a dismal wood of sin, I awoke off the True Path!
In a black forest, I departed from the way of light! How to say
how wicked! Never witnessed so dismal, so rank,
so savagely untamed its rough growth twas’ in this timberland!
To my fear, gives eyes to the dead.
Than that infernal-wood could one’s demise be not far more venomous!
Of what hallowed one can preach,
recounting I will that was unveiled to me by the Lord’s grace.
I scarcely can say how I came about it,
so...
in a dismal wood of sin, I awoke off the True Path!
In a black forest, I departed from the way of light! How to say
how wicked! Never witnessed so dismal, so rank,
so savagely untamed its rough growth twas’ in this timberland!
To my fear, gives eyes to the dead.
Than that infernal-wood could one’s demise be not far more venomous!
Of what hallowed one can preach,
recounting I will that was unveiled to me by the Lord’s grace.
I scarcely can say how I came about it,
so...
#evil
#religion
#God
#Christian
#morality
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EROTIC POEM
Published
21st Feb 2019 1:44am
21st Feb 2019 1:44am
This Glowing Locus (1st Draft)
This bosom, the locus of my emotionality
glowing like a lantern when you’re beside me,
the very essence of my being in perfect rapport with you.
Pity not for when you see me dying to a flicker.
Your altruistic intuition knows to revive my flame already.
You know I betrayed you,
yet you’re merciful. Why?
What’s this disposition to be so forgiving?
Clemency, desiring it I confess shames an amorous villain.
So, cowed timidly in submission I am,
so humble and towering you are.
I, your chained, docile light,
not...
glowing like a lantern when you’re beside me,
the very essence of my being in perfect rapport with you.
Pity not for when you see me dying to a flicker.
Your altruistic intuition knows to revive my flame already.
You know I betrayed you,
yet you’re merciful. Why?
What’s this disposition to be so forgiving?
Clemency, desiring it I confess shames an amorous villain.
So, cowed timidly in submission I am,
so humble and towering you are.
I, your chained, docile light,
not...
#dark
#relationships
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2019 2:37pm
20th Feb 2019 2:37pm
Sauce and Ants!
Sorrows stir within.
The funeral retains an aura of raucous silence from our inner cries.
It was more of a sauna, a trance of the sound of rain as I held my rose.
The sun can rest above clouds and care not to show herself to a mortal’s rest.
I look up into the falling rain and hope my prayers shall oust the day star.
There was a moment when all of us thought that we had seen a hand arose from a grave!
What could of roust a soul? Rest!
A score of ants then emerged from beneath the tan coffin lid! The mourning crowd can’t retain their stance!
So, the...
The funeral retains an aura of raucous silence from our inner cries.
It was more of a sauna, a trance of the sound of rain as I held my rose.
The sun can rest above clouds and care not to show herself to a mortal’s rest.
I look up into the falling rain and hope my prayers shall oust the day star.
There was a moment when all of us thought that we had seen a hand arose from a grave!
What could of roust a soul? Rest!
A score of ants then emerged from beneath the tan coffin lid! The mourning crowd can’t retain their stance!
So, the...
#sadness
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#graveyard
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Feb 2019 12:36pm
20th Feb 2019 12:36pm
The Fray
Last November I attempted suicide.
My mortal being had ingested Hell’s gifted cyanide.
So, the devil made it downpour, darker and colder.
Trailing me was some gasping, holy mortality,
but with earthly feet
they could barely keep up in sin's slackening sleet.
My guardian angel’s grasp resolute.
It was too soon to see heaven’s loft.
Oh, but I why do I still wish that night in the freezing Hell I crossed?
Conviction she had to catch up to me!
Oh, on the frozen rain her footed grip was feathery,
her faith was...
My mortal being had ingested Hell’s gifted cyanide.
So, the devil made it downpour, darker and colder.
Trailing me was some gasping, holy mortality,
but with earthly feet
they could barely keep up in sin's slackening sleet.
My guardian angel’s grasp resolute.
It was too soon to see heaven’s loft.
Oh, but I why do I still wish that night in the freezing Hell I crossed?
Conviction she had to catch up to me!
Oh, on the frozen rain her footed grip was feathery,
her faith was...
#depression
#death
#suicide
#religion
#God
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