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
29th Nov 2018 10:23am
29th Nov 2018 10:23am
My Wake
Intoxicated with demise;
these dying eyes rolled back into this cold head
as I exhumed a frigid gust of air from my blackened lungs.
A cold sweat permeates from this icy mausoleum;
rushing through these narrow pores.
As my irises lay hidden in darkness; my eyelids
pull their curtains to reveal a yellow-eyed corpse.
This face, sunken into this cadaver;
still worthy of one last look.
I remember awakening in darkness,
only to be stirred by the familiar voices of my life
and a string of light ...
these dying eyes rolled back into this cold head
as I exhumed a frigid gust of air from my blackened lungs.
A cold sweat permeates from this icy mausoleum;
rushing through these narrow pores.
As my irises lay hidden in darkness; my eyelids
pull their curtains to reveal a yellow-eyed corpse.
This face, sunken into this cadaver;
still worthy of one last look.
I remember awakening in darkness,
only to be stirred by the familiar voices of my life
and a string of light ...
#loneliness
#death
#fire
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Nov 2018 10:18am
29th Nov 2018 10:18am
Fragmented Puzzle
The sun has tauntingly shone herself several times tonight…
though her rays were far from my skin.
Somewhere hidden, I’m lost in life’s maze…
its thorn hedges far too thick for me to peek at her beauty.
I was dropped into this puzzle as a child.
Through it, I have only been pieced together at the edges.
The center of any soul demands
a well-connected mind and body.
My mind for sure is one of intellectualism,
it’s just scattered in puzzle pieces.
Barely any luminosity… I walk past every new corner, ...
though her rays were far from my skin.
Somewhere hidden, I’m lost in life’s maze…
its thorn hedges far too thick for me to peek at her beauty.
I was dropped into this puzzle as a child.
Through it, I have only been pieced together at the edges.
The center of any soul demands
a well-connected mind and body.
My mind for sure is one of intellectualism,
it’s just scattered in puzzle pieces.
Barely any luminosity… I walk past every new corner, ...
#beauty
#sun
#FeelingLost #SelfDiscovery
#FeelingLost #SelfDiscovery
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Nov 2018 10:11pm
28th Nov 2018 10:11pm
The Joy of Writing
So long I've rested beneath the soil,
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
Arise…
Arise out of writer’s block…
My waking head tilts;
my hands parting the walls of this prison.
The poetry of my mind splinters the coffin lid;
cleaving the clay of the earth above.
No more silence…
The bones of my hand crack as I grasp the pen to write.
This voice shall fight its rasp.
Fused eyelids shall part.
...
hidden from the pen.
A cold blanket of writer’s block immures me.
A new day dawns; its rays paint my shallow grave with light.
Arise…
Arise out of writer’s block…
My waking head tilts;
my hands parting the walls of this prison.
The poetry of my mind splinters the coffin lid;
cleaving the clay of the earth above.
No more silence…
The bones of my hand crack as I grasp the pen to write.
This voice shall fight its rasp.
Fused eyelids shall part.
...
#birth
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#graveyard
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DARK POEM
Published
28th Nov 2018 12:31pm
28th Nov 2018 12:31pm
Hell's Oily Depths
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 light shall be...
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 light shall be...
#moon
#night
#God
#devil
#hell
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Nov 2018 00:40am
28th Nov 2018 00:40am
Weeds Grow Over My Friend's Grave
Long after our black departure,
consumed by earth,
despite dreams of an immortal memory,
we’ll all be forgotten.
She has a poetic journal in her keeping,
immortalizing her words.
An archive of Gothic poetry,
holding her inner most desires
of adventure, sex, love and expressionism.
Metaphors possessing such precision,
sorrows channel into a time capsule,
buried within her being.
A single page entry,
could make a novel
of a thousand pages
written in vanity.
Kept out of sight from anyone ...
consumed by earth,
despite dreams of an immortal memory,
we’ll all be forgotten.
She has a poetic journal in her keeping,
immortalizing her words.
An archive of Gothic poetry,
holding her inner most desires
of adventure, sex, love and expressionism.
Metaphors possessing such precision,
sorrows channel into a time capsule,
buried within her being.
A single page entry,
could make a novel
of a thousand pages
written in vanity.
Kept out of sight from anyone ...
#grief
#death
#vanity
#graveyard
#emotional
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
27th Nov 2018 10:31pm
27th Nov 2018 10:31pm
The Mortician
The sun had reigned throughout summer’s dusking day. Windy it was as it raked through the grass needles carpeting the graves, save one with the scent of fresh turned earth. The occasional clouds dancing with the sun had shown a mosaic of shadows, crossing the graveyard all day. A Blue Jay had come to rest upon a tilted tombstone coated in moss. Its carvings faded; the name of its entombed cadaver still legible. Our Mother …can be made out. The songbird with its perky crest; blue, white, and black plumage; calling to its young fledglings to feed them. Its beak darting east then west then...
#grief
#death
#shadows
#silence
#scary
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
27th Nov 2018 2:36pm
Schizophrenia
There is a crack in my mind
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
and everything flows into it.
My head floods with such intensity,
I drown in my own little world.
I look through my eyes,
nothing is what it seems.
Blinded I am from the truth.
Lost… oh so lost. Where is there?
I look into the mirror
and see a silhouette.
Who is it?
I stare on into the abyss.
#sadness
#loneliness
#mirror
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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DARK POEM
Published
27th Nov 2018 2:30pm
27th Nov 2018 2:30pm
Poetic Firestorm
It’s a firestorm
that rages… and whirls… within my body,
that no hand of sanity can smother.
My innards burn,
my blood boils,
the flesh upon me bubbles.
Sane, as I may have been before,
the virtues that encased this body with innocence
has long but burned away.
that rages… and whirls… within my body,
that no hand of sanity can smother.
My innards burn,
my blood boils,
the flesh upon me bubbles.
Sane, as I may have been before,
the virtues that encased this body with innocence
has long but burned away.
#anger
#fire
#morality
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