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
Former Friends
Stunned still! In spotlights
of narrow-minded illogicalities?
Your poisonous intentions
inflicted with sharpened utters of disrespect!
Of what pure breed
have you been endowed?
Leave useless judgments to your own misguidance
and me to tend my dreams!
of narrow-minded illogicalities?
Your poisonous intentions
inflicted with sharpened utters of disrespect!
Of what pure breed
have you been endowed?
Leave useless judgments to your own misguidance
and me to tend my dreams!
#sadness
#relationships
#friendship
361 reads
0 Comments
Eyes in Peril
Stares though your eye-windows beaded with rain,
your hymning irises ease to a soundless note.
A thousand tear drops upon your panes of glass glare back.
Then tranquilly streaming down your glassy cheek.
your hymning irises ease to a soundless note.
A thousand tear drops upon your panes of glass glare back.
Then tranquilly streaming down your glassy cheek.
#sadness
#love
#relationships
346 reads
0 Comments
Nocturnal Sight
Webs of fractured glass,
mosaic your wintry eyes.
A shard falls, shatters,
in a midnight tear puddle.
Once those mirrors reflected day-stars,
now revealing darkness.
mosaic your wintry eyes.
A shard falls, shatters,
in a midnight tear puddle.
Once those mirrors reflected day-stars,
now revealing darkness.
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
328 reads
0 Comments
Within...
The animal within me sleeps when it wants,
eats when it wants
and breaks what it wants.
This animal was born
from the spark of the flame
that burned my childhood defenses.
eats when it wants
and breaks what it wants.
This animal was born
from the spark of the flame
that burned my childhood defenses.
#SelfReflection
318 reads
0 Comments
Possession
Your picture possesses my mind,
burning my resistance
to a confounded pile of ash.
It’s been hours.
Yet still, I can’t describe the inferno
prowling behind those eyes.
All that remains
is a heart pounding its rib cage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins.
burning my resistance
to a confounded pile of ash.
It’s been hours.
Yet still, I can’t describe the inferno
prowling behind those eyes.
All that remains
is a heart pounding its rib cage beneath,
thrusting blood through rigor veins.
#love
#relationships
#breakup
388 reads
1 Comment
Skinned
This skinless body…
an exposed inner lack of conscience.
A once concealed mold of hell… stabbed and gutted.
I shall hide no more.
Oh that deceptive suit I’ve always worn
clings still… to the feet of a body that drags it in the past.
My mask of sanity now lifted;
opening the curtain to a horror show.
I will never walk a lie again.
I’ll keep my back towards the life of deceit.
Such a fragile soul has lost all its armor,
how can things ever be the same again?
The foundations of every beautiful lie I’ve lived to...
an exposed inner lack of conscience.
A once concealed mold of hell… stabbed and gutted.
I shall hide no more.
Oh that deceptive suit I’ve always worn
clings still… to the feet of a body that drags it in the past.
My mask of sanity now lifted;
opening the curtain to a horror show.
I will never walk a lie again.
I’ll keep my back towards the life of deceit.
Such a fragile soul has lost all its armor,
how can things ever be the same again?
The foundations of every beautiful lie I’ve lived to...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
320 reads
0 Comments
The Wall - Confessions of a Schizophrenic
I begin this entry with the premonition of learning more about myself. What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty? What have I failed to recognize in this life? This is not a life, this is not a dream. How impenetrable is the wall that divides my mind? That divides reality from dreams. Oh but the dream world allows me to feel what I thought was never real. In this world I feel peace and serenity and all my characters welcome me with open arms and thank yous for the noble heart I’ve always felt morally obliged to offer.
On this side of the wall, the sun drapes its warmth over...
On this side of the wall, the sun drapes its warmth over...
#depression
#MentalHealth
361 reads
0 Comments
Truism
Shall I compare thee
to a needle’s point?
Puncture and stitch
with your threads…
quilting the scenery your beautiful eyes
see so often of me in your mind.
My soul sewn and written,
you’ve raised unseen truisms.
to a needle’s point?
Puncture and stitch
with your threads…
quilting the scenery your beautiful eyes
see so often of me in your mind.
My soul sewn and written,
you’ve raised unseen truisms.
#love
#relationships
#beauty
354 reads
0 Comments
Presences Within
I have…
phantoms in my past.
Lurking on as voices in my mind,
clawing and burrowing within my conscienceless soul,
persistent of the question -
“Why?”
phantoms in my past.
Lurking on as voices in my mind,
clawing and burrowing within my conscienceless soul,
persistent of the question -
“Why?”
#memories
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
378 reads
2 Comments
Lament
To your pleasure,
I will never call you again.
Nor brush your lip with mine.
Mourning you has become an art.
Lament now?
Should I?
No…
just once more…
Sharpened words we used to puncture,
no longer unsheathed.
Scars within,
leave lasting marks too.
A black widow you are…
a wonder in beginnings,
luring me in your web…
deadens me.
I hate you.
What tensed me so
to say that to you?
You’ve drained me of emotion.
I drag my anger away.
I will not listen anymore....
I will never call you again.
Nor brush your lip with mine.
Mourning you has become an art.
Lament now?
Should I?
No…
just once more…
Sharpened words we used to puncture,
no longer unsheathed.
Scars within,
leave lasting marks too.
A black widow you are…
a wonder in beginnings,
luring me in your web…
deadens me.
I hate you.
What tensed me so
to say that to you?
You’ve drained me of emotion.
I drag my anger away.
I will not listen anymore....
#anger
#love
#hate
#relationships
#breakup
412 reads
0 Comments
Spring Sorrow (Haiku)
Tears constant
as April rains.
as April rains.
#sadness
#rain
#spring
430 reads
1 Comment
Tear Path
I let you rest your face
upon mine,
when you feel as so.
Your river runs calm,
and free,
from its ocean.
Crossing my cheek
from yours;
quietly down.
Leaving its path
of eye-shadow
behind.
upon mine,
when you feel as so.
Your river runs calm,
and free,
from its ocean.
Crossing my cheek
from yours;
quietly down.
Leaving its path
of eye-shadow
behind.
#sadness
#love
#relationships #river
#relationships #river
466 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)