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
SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2018 12:52pm
5th Dec 2018 12:52pm
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
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SELF POEM
Published
5th Dec 2018 12:47pm
5th Dec 2018 12:47pm
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
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2018 7:40pm
4th Dec 2018 7:40pm
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
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Dec 2018 10:27am
4th Dec 2018 10:27am
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
439 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
4th Dec 2018 10:23am
4th Dec 2018 10:23am
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
471 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2018 11:02pm
3rd Dec 2018 11:02pm
Spring Sorrow
Tears constant
as April rains.
as April rains.
#sadness
#rain
#spring
519 reads
1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2018 10:56pm
3rd Dec 2018 10:56pm
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
531 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd Dec 2018 2:57pm
3rd Dec 2018 2:57pm
I Wish of You
To
shut out persistent
shivers,
of lonely night,
with a
fiery embrace.
shut out persistent
shivers,
of lonely night,
with a
fiery embrace.
#love
#relationships
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2018 8:11pm
2nd Dec 2018 8:11pm
Without You
Coming storm I am,
drifting, distant,
dampness of rain
from afar
sodden your lips.
Closer, the storm carries
in gentle arms
of swift winds,
each drop
of tear-showers.
drifting, distant,
dampness of rain
from afar
sodden your lips.
Closer, the storm carries
in gentle arms
of swift winds,
each drop
of tear-showers.
#sadness
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
497 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2018 8:08pm
2nd Dec 2018 8:08pm
Your Irises' Cry
Those floating candles.
Passing by
along those steady streams.
A burning incense.
Dripping wax
upon those vanilla sticks.
Puddles now at their lids.
Dried to a still,
past burns are seen.
Passing by
along those steady streams.
A burning incense.
Dripping wax
upon those vanilla sticks.
Puddles now at their lids.
Dried to a still,
past burns are seen.
#love
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Dec 2018 9:23pm
1st Dec 2018 9:23pm
My Shattering
I’m not weird, I’m unique.
Oh the power of the dark poet!
Bound to this dwelling,
days’ whispering glow
glimmers drawn shades.
Oh distant star!
My home a cellar;
your caring reach far too indistinct
to warm this mausoleum.
There’s one cadaver here.
Does it ever utter?
Am I really here?
She just passed!
From across the street,
through these prison bars,
I saw her walk on by.
Had she been a ghost too,
would have she noticed me?
Must death be the only way?
I’ll...
Oh the power of the dark poet!
Bound to this dwelling,
days’ whispering glow
glimmers drawn shades.
Oh distant star!
My home a cellar;
your caring reach far too indistinct
to warm this mausoleum.
There’s one cadaver here.
Does it ever utter?
Am I really here?
She just passed!
From across the street,
through these prison bars,
I saw her walk on by.
Had she been a ghost too,
would have she noticed me?
Must death be the only way?
I’ll...
#love
#ghosts
#graveyard #FeelingTrapped
#graveyard #FeelingTrapped
566 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Dec 2018 7:53pm
1st Dec 2018 7:53pm
Maimed Visage
There’s scars you’ve left behind
in me, on me,
emotional wounds
never vanish.
Flagellated this face,
choked this heart,
gushes of red-stained tears
from these lacerated eyes.
Scarify my cheeks
with streams of
white-hot memories
…damn you!
in me, on me,
emotional wounds
never vanish.
Flagellated this face,
choked this heart,
gushes of red-stained tears
from these lacerated eyes.
Scarify my cheeks
with streams of
white-hot memories
…damn you!
#sadness
#anger
#memories
448 reads
2 Comments
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