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
Icy Reminiscence
Mirrors within your eyes…
Stare tranquilly in ice.
Those fog risen lids…
stilled moments echoing.
Frozen they are…
seasoning affection
nowhere near
to thaw tearcicles.
Stare tranquilly in ice.
Those fog risen lids…
stilled moments echoing.
Frozen they are…
seasoning affection
nowhere near
to thaw tearcicles.
#sadness
#love
#dark
#relationships
#breakup
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Goth Girl
Black leather boots and shimmering chrome buckles.
Tight leather straps grip her calves,
blanketing a smooth sheet of pale skin.
Her satin purple valerie corset complimenting
her Goth-architecture.
She’ll dance and she’ll surely sing…
…she’ll have to journey with her soul-compass.
This story’s the path one dared to explore…
“I wanna grow to sing…”
she often confided to Father.
“Fools Paradise!” declared Father.
Such little incisions into her dreams
never seem to derail her
off the...
Tight leather straps grip her calves,
blanketing a smooth sheet of pale skin.
Her satin purple valerie corset complimenting
her Goth-architecture.
She’ll dance and she’ll surely sing…
…she’ll have to journey with her soul-compass.
This story’s the path one dared to explore…
“I wanna grow to sing…”
she often confided to Father.
“Fools Paradise!” declared Father.
Such little incisions into her dreams
never seem to derail her
off the...
#dark
#gothic
#emotional
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Tis' The Hour of Rebirth (Christmas Eve)
Midnight,
An hour for evil to be smite.
The fallen angel said: let there be night!
And God said: let there be light!
Tis’ the hour of His birth,
And the time of our rebirth.
Oh, believers of the heavens,
Tis’ the hour of your redemptions!
To within our souls,
God has sloped his hands over Heaven’s grassy knolls
To cleanse the ink of sin
That too many of our free-wills are stained within.
On the eve of His birth
And the time of our prayer for rebirth,
All the peoples of the Faith...
An hour for evil to be smite.
The fallen angel said: let there be night!
And God said: let there be light!
Tis’ the hour of His birth,
And the time of our rebirth.
Oh, believers of the heavens,
Tis’ the hour of your redemptions!
To within our souls,
God has sloped his hands over Heaven’s grassy knolls
To cleanse the ink of sin
That too many of our free-wills are stained within.
On the eve of His birth
And the time of our prayer for rebirth,
All the peoples of the Faith...
#Christmas
#religion
#God
#Christian
#faith
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The Tears Not Raining
Two tear-rivers diverged in a dark wood,
And sorry I could not dam it both
And be it I’ve longed to change; I should,
And with parting eyelids, as far as I could
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked both the eyelids, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their better cry,
Because it was thundery, and wanted misery;
Though as for that within the passing the rain I was sly
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky,
And both his eyes on the world equally keen...
And sorry I could not dam it both
And be it I’ve longed to change; I should,
And with parting eyelids, as far as I could
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked both the eyelids, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their better cry,
Because it was thundery, and wanted misery;
Though as for that within the passing the rain I was sly
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky,
And both his eyes on the world equally keen...
#sadness
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Unsheathed in the Snowy Fray
Whose bloody footprints in the snow I think I know.
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
His trail is black in the cloud-smothered moonlight, though;
He will not see my innocent, pale-white tracks following.
Squinting into the blizzardy fray I did, his footprints in the snow fading.
My blurred eyesight makes me think its sure madness
To tail a mad soul through the darkness;
Between heaven’s moonlight, and hell’s dark, cold wood
Gripping the sheath strapped to my belt I would!
I unsheathed my gleaming knife and slashed
To cut if there is someone there.
The only...
#dark
#murder
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An Ending Note...
Tis the end of my path;
twas a treacherous journey!
Shall I die now?
Now as my end?
A path to culmination,
nowhere left to trek on.
All my meanings and sufferings
will come to a vicious finale tonight.
Will I take someone with me?
No, there’s no point…
I want to die
…with honor.
twas a treacherous journey!
Shall I die now?
Now as my end?
A path to culmination,
nowhere left to trek on.
All my meanings and sufferings
will come to a vicious finale tonight.
Will I take someone with me?
No, there’s no point…
I want to die
…with honor.
#sadness
#depression
#suicide
#illness
#MentalHealth
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Tears in the Rain
Two tear-rivers streamed in my black forest,
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
And sorry I could not dam it to a respite
And be it I’ve longed to change,
And parting one eyelid, as far as I could be sane
To where I tear in the rain;
Then locked the other eyelid, as just as teary,
And quench perhaps their thirst daily,
Because it was thundery, and wanted to cry;
Though as for that within the rain I was sly,
Had falling tear-showers really be from the sinking sky?
Both these eyes to the world equally keen
In rain no tears shall be seen.
Oh,...
#sadness
#depression
#rain
#storm
#MentalHealth
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Styx
Nightfall has spilt its ink
staining the landscape with its morbid hue.
The moon stares and bleaches
the oily water with thousands of winks.
A mountains silhouette
carved the abysmal blue
of the nighttime horizon…
the purgatory of our sins.
The power of Gods eye
thrusts through the darkness
and the spotlight of his white iris
pierces the blackened hue that is our sins.
Satan resides deep in the oily depths
where he and his plague of followers drown in sin.
The lords...
staining the landscape with its morbid hue.
The moon stares and bleaches
the oily water with thousands of winks.
A mountains silhouette
carved the abysmal blue
of the nighttime horizon…
the purgatory of our sins.
The power of Gods eye
thrusts through the darkness
and the spotlight of his white iris
pierces the blackened hue that is our sins.
Satan resides deep in the oily depths
where he and his plague of followers drown in sin.
The lords...
#dark
#death
#night #hell
#night #hell
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My Schizophrenia
What is the point of life when you can’t feel the warmth of normalcy? People look at you differently and they make false assumptions. It’s as if they’re glaring at you through a cracked window and the impression becomes distorted. Forget the rumors, the stereotypes and step into my world for even a moment… you’d feel the pain I’ve felt all these years and it’d be too unbearable for you. You would retreat back into your world in shock and ask; “How Dan? How’d you do it all these years? The service may have rejected you, but you truly do have the perseverance of a soldier.” That may very well...
#depression
#hope
#suicide #MentalHealth
#suicide #MentalHealth
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Dusking Glimmer
Frailly erected upon two twigs
within the hallowing walls of the dusking sun beam,
I’m encircled by the furious winds of a weirdo’s no-mans-land.
This land encompassing me
is one violated by its own submission
into vision-less ignorance.
I stand here,
the temptation to reach through;
exposing myself into the obscurities around me.
Is it within this light that I am being misguided?
Is it the world beyond holding the truth
from which has deceived me time and again?
There’s only one way to find my...
within the hallowing walls of the dusking sun beam,
I’m encircled by the furious winds of a weirdo’s no-mans-land.
This land encompassing me
is one violated by its own submission
into vision-less ignorance.
I stand here,
the temptation to reach through;
exposing myself into the obscurities around me.
Is it within this light that I am being misguided?
Is it the world beyond holding the truth
from which has deceived me time and again?
There’s only one way to find my...
#depression
#dark
#illness
#MentalHealth
#graveyard
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Death Has No Voice
The walls of this tomb breathe;
disturbing years of dusty memories,
icing over my sunken corpse.
I’ve lain frozen in time
since you sealed me
in this eternal bed.
Darkness.
Oh how I’d love for the light
to find its way pass the coffin lid.
Now and again,
I’ll run my fingers across the wood and wonder;
how much longer shall I have to wait?
This death has no palate for passion;
long since my heart had thudded beneath this dingy suit;
the heart of my emotions thunders within.
...
disturbing years of dusty memories,
icing over my sunken corpse.
I’ve lain frozen in time
since you sealed me
in this eternal bed.
Darkness.
Oh how I’d love for the light
to find its way pass the coffin lid.
Now and again,
I’ll run my fingers across the wood and wonder;
how much longer shall I have to wait?
This death has no palate for passion;
long since my heart had thudded beneath this dingy suit;
the heart of my emotions thunders within.
...
#depression
#loneliness
#dark
#death
#graveyard
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If I die Tomorrow
Offer your hand in guidance
to the other side.
You’ve always been there…
and still.
The world’s eye
shunned me in early years;
you‘ve kept strong for me.
I’m weak I admit!
I yield finally to your reason!
It cannot end here like this!
Wandering in fog;
these hands stretch my prospect,
awaiting your grasp.
Trepidation clothed with death.
Will you be there waiting?
Or be it inferno’s warrior?
Life’s too painful,
I must know now!
Life’s misery; ...
to the other side.
You’ve always been there…
and still.
The world’s eye
shunned me in early years;
you‘ve kept strong for me.
I’m weak I admit!
I yield finally to your reason!
It cannot end here like this!
Wandering in fog;
these hands stretch my prospect,
awaiting your grasp.
Trepidation clothed with death.
Will you be there waiting?
Or be it inferno’s warrior?
Life’s too painful,
I must know now!
Life’s misery; ...
#depression
#dark
#death
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