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
Wild With Love
I kiss my Delilah,
Molten love pours from my soul,
Igniting her with sweet madness.
I melt her with flattery,
As fire does to snow,
In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.
Molten love pours from my soul,
Igniting her with sweet madness.
I melt her with flattery,
As fire does to snow,
In wakeful dreams I’m not alone.
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Simplicity of Complexity
One day I say, I will brave the storm and find the right words.
One day, those words will brave intricacy and just be simple.
One day if I may, make an incision on swollen complexity and let it bleed out.
One day, I will let go and let my words flow like a river.
One day, those words will brave intricacy and just be simple.
One day if I may, make an incision on swollen complexity and let it bleed out.
One day, I will let go and let my words flow like a river.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PowerOfWords
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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Moonlight Psychosis
That pulsating moon glow within,
The lantern of my soul,
Barely illuminating a strange, dark world.
The supernovas within my eyes
Ignite the veil of psychosis,
Torching all the delusions,
Revealing reality,
The light within the dark,
The obscurity of the twilight.
The lantern of my soul,
Barely illuminating a strange, dark world.
The supernovas within my eyes
Ignite the veil of psychosis,
Torching all the delusions,
Revealing reality,
The light within the dark,
The obscurity of the twilight.
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#surreal
550 reads
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The Poverty of My Reality
Midsummer season on my wintry lips,
these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.
The sunlight of acceptance,
the midnight of isolation.
Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience,
I have the free will to question my fate.
This wealth of imagination,
and the poverty of my reality.
The warmth of trust in my own creativity,
and the cold of envy I have of normality.
these modern symptoms from antiquated sorrows.
The sunlight of acceptance,
the midnight of isolation.
Youthful blushes and the wrinkles of experience,
I have the free will to question my fate.
This wealth of imagination,
and the poverty of my reality.
The warmth of trust in my own creativity,
and the cold of envy I have of normality.
#depression
#bipolar
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
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Hell And Peace
Dear psychosis,
Lowly your voice howls
Within the wintry confines of my mind.
Now is the winter
Of my discontent.
I feel your veil
over my eyes thickening.
What is reality? I reach for it,
But with broken hands,
I can no longer grasp.
And now as the veil thickens,
I feel a coexistence
between peace and hell.
The serenity of my beach
Is beaten by the waves of lava.
But I want to dip my foot in,
And be consumed
With your fiery embrace.
Lowly your voice howls
Within the wintry confines of my mind.
Now is the winter
Of my discontent.
I feel your veil
over my eyes thickening.
What is reality? I reach for it,
But with broken hands,
I can no longer grasp.
And now as the veil thickens,
I feel a coexistence
between peace and hell.
The serenity of my beach
Is beaten by the waves of lava.
But I want to dip my foot in,
And be consumed
With your fiery embrace.
#depression
#dark
#suicide
#peace
#MentalHealth
594 reads
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Ghost
I have ghosts in my past,
they live on as vocal entities in my mind,
clawing and pounding
the inside of my consciousness,
begging the question,
“why?”
they live on as vocal entities in my mind,
clawing and pounding
the inside of my consciousness,
begging the question,
“why?”
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
627 reads
4 Comments
Ode To The Raven
Ode
to the inky,
midnight Raven,
harbinger of ill-omen.
Lightlessness in her eyes,
heralding one’s demise.
Wolfish, you are!
Voraciously within those eyes lies hunger.
Darkly clad, your soul will nigrify.
to the inky,
midnight Raven,
harbinger of ill-omen.
Lightlessness in her eyes,
heralding one’s demise.
Wolfish, you are!
Voraciously within those eyes lies hunger.
Darkly clad, your soul will nigrify.
#dark
#gothic
559 reads
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Love Lost
It has been since dawn since they confronted.
Neither will come to find a common ground.
For beneath the sun, his mind congested.
He couldn’t choose life and hear natures sound,
Death was more of a choice than without her.
For he could not find a love like her.
From his wounds, he can make only a blur,
Just a fragmentation with his vocal.
His destiny had now come to life.
Neither will come to find a common ground.
For beneath the sun, his mind congested.
He couldn’t choose life and hear natures sound,
Death was more of a choice than without her.
For he could not find a love like her.
From his wounds, he can make only a blur,
Just a fragmentation with his vocal.
His destiny had now come to life.
#sadness
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#conflict
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Rage
The rage within this cage!
Rage, with what few years you have left in age,
for life is nothing but a stage.
Life is simpler in words… just turn the page!
Rage, with what few years you have left in age,
for life is nothing but a stage.
Life is simpler in words… just turn the page!
#anger
#MentalHealth
#surreal
498 reads
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Misery
I’ve been laid to rest in eternities of cold.
Death vents no warm breaths…
The rigor mortis of my cadaver
constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.
They say Hell is hot… oh, contrary!
The inferno keeps no dancing flames,
my abyss tis’ one of petrified eyes of icy realism!
Tormenting stares forever…
Death vents no warm breaths…
The rigor mortis of my cadaver
constricts my song’s once soulful pipes.
They say Hell is hot… oh, contrary!
The inferno keeps no dancing flames,
my abyss tis’ one of petrified eyes of icy realism!
Tormenting stares forever…
#depression
#dark
#MentalHealth
#hell
#surreal
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You're Gone
Absent lips,
are cold without me
Eyes of brilliant Safire,
dull without me
Voice of a harp,
speechless without me.
Soulful innocence,
sorrowful continuance.
are cold without me
Eyes of brilliant Safire,
dull without me
Voice of a harp,
speechless without me.
Soulful innocence,
sorrowful continuance.
#love
#depression
#relationships
#breakup
#emotional
492 reads
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Your Abyss
I look into your tear-some eyes with profundity,
I scout with a penetrating gaze
and see your realm of watery graves.
Those eyes of yours are the gates,
beyond the reeking eyes
is an abysmal mind.
The anguish welled within
eyes blind to one’s own mind.
I weep within your own abyss.
Unshed tears stream within,
there I meet you to bathe in blood,
blinded and choked, I burst.
I scout with a penetrating gaze
and see your realm of watery graves.
Those eyes of yours are the gates,
beyond the reeking eyes
is an abysmal mind.
The anguish welled within
eyes blind to one’s own mind.
I weep within your own abyss.
Unshed tears stream within,
there I meet you to bathe in blood,
blinded and choked, I burst.
#love
#dark
#breakup
#emotional
#surreal
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DU Poetry : Submissions by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)