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
1st Jun 2024 10:25pm
1st Jun 2024 10:25pm
Into a Surrealist’s Utopia
Part 1
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
The Realm of Realism (Life in a Tomb)
The Path of Uncertainty
I know this path. This is a path that I’ve walked before. It’s a dark one with an indeterminate end. Me, myself and I think there are some things that are just kept better quiet. I don’t want to be quiet anymore. I want to leave this arctic realm of realism, lower my foot into the warm bath water of surrealism, and be home! Here, I am no one. There, I am someone. Oh, how I hate gazing into the mirror. May as well be prison bars between my Utopian realm and this one. I’ll raise my hand to...
#MentalHealth
#surreal
188 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
30th May 2024 3:27am
30th May 2024 3:27am
Emotional Firestorm
Passions ignited, I am intoxicated with rage.
Eyes enflamed with hellfire and soul enlivened,
this firestorm and the whirling clouds of smoke
incites both panic and fear within my path.
Candlewicks flare up in the heat of my presence,
so too, I melt the wax of the candlesticks.
My inferno cloud billows into the sweet air,
which itself combusts and is consumed.
Tears of joy once filled the sea of my eyes.
Now that sea boils; steam-pluming into clouds.
Even in blind rage though, my fire gives light
to perceive form in...
Eyes enflamed with hellfire and soul enlivened,
this firestorm and the whirling clouds of smoke
incites both panic and fear within my path.
Candlewicks flare up in the heat of my presence,
so too, I melt the wax of the candlesticks.
My inferno cloud billows into the sweet air,
which itself combusts and is consumed.
Tears of joy once filled the sea of my eyes.
Now that sea boils; steam-pluming into clouds.
Even in blind rage though, my fire gives light
to perceive form in...
#anger
#MentalHealth
226 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
17th May 2024 5:55pm
17th May 2024 5:55pm
Stitches
I knew I had to stop the bleeding,
so I entered mental health treatment,
and though I am stitched back together,
my mind, soul and body are disconnected.
I can no more live in an imaginary shelter.
No! I want to live in wild madness!
Psychotherapy and antipsychotics
do not hold a candle to the fun of madness!
Look into my eyes where my soul bleeds out.
Look closer, hopelessness will scream silently.
A teary soul stitched to a manic mind,
hollow of both my body now is!
Soul bled out, I am both sorrowful and...
so I entered mental health treatment,
and though I am stitched back together,
my mind, soul and body are disconnected.
I can no more live in an imaginary shelter.
No! I want to live in wild madness!
Psychotherapy and antipsychotics
do not hold a candle to the fun of madness!
Look into my eyes where my soul bleeds out.
Look closer, hopelessness will scream silently.
A teary soul stitched to a manic mind,
hollow of both my body now is!
Soul bled out, I am both sorrowful and...
#dark
#depression
#emotional
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
317 reads
11 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th May 2024 00:10am
16th May 2024 00:10am
Engraving on My Headstone
Prefer you my romantical ghost
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you I claw out of this grave
of solitude to chase you?
Prefer you to embrace my ghost
with a thawing affection?
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you I claw out of this grave
of solitude to chase you?
Prefer you to embrace my ghost
with a thawing affection?
#depression
#graveyard
#love
#MentalHealth
#sadness
235 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st May 2023 10:11am
31st May 2023 10:11am
Candle in the Darkness
That last day with you,
the sunset in your eyes,
a moment so delicate,
like a candle in the wind.
Though the candle flames
behind your eyes had been
pinched by the ice-cold
fingers of death.
A candle in the darkness,
the flamelight of your formless
spirit. We all need darkness
to see the flames of our souls.
We all have candles burning within
an unbodied soul, whose flamelight
chases away the darkness of death,
which otherwise consumes us.
Now through your shut,
unlighted eyes, the...
the sunset in your eyes,
a moment so delicate,
like a candle in the wind.
Though the candle flames
behind your eyes had been
pinched by the ice-cold
fingers of death.
A candle in the darkness,
the flamelight of your formless
spirit. We all need darkness
to see the flames of our souls.
We all have candles burning within
an unbodied soul, whose flamelight
chases away the darkness of death,
which otherwise consumes us.
Now through your shut,
unlighted eyes, the...
#dark
#death
#spiritual
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle
479 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
24th May 2023 10:37am
24th May 2023 10:37am
Lantern in the Darkness
The flamelight of my hope and reality
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat, ...
burns within the darkness of psychosis.
Light within dark overcomes –
No matter how small the flame.
Whenever I fall asleep, darkness
slithers itself in bed alongside me
with gazing eyes and a whispery voice.
And there is a lantern within – one I hold
to this darkness that my hallucinating
eyes cannot penetrate alone.
My eyes are lamplit to the dream,
for the flame within ensouls me.
The light of my lantern pulsates,
possessing a fiery heartbeat, ...
#depression
#hope
#dark
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
354 reads
1 Comment
SELF POEM
Published
6th May 2023 6:34am
6th May 2023 6:34am
Hell and Peace II
Dear psychosis, your unending season
is now the winter of MY discontent!
Lowly your voice howls within
the wintry confines of my mind.
Thickly your veil covers my eyes
and I feel a coexistence between
Hell and peace. But what is reality?
The once-lived serenity of my beach
is beaten by waves of molten anxiety –
volcanic bursts of unease and defeat,
but I must face my pain and fears, now.
So, I dip my foot in, allowing myself
to be consumed with the fiery embrace
of Hell, and the veiled serenity of peace.
is now the winter of MY discontent!
Lowly your voice howls within
the wintry confines of my mind.
Thickly your veil covers my eyes
and I feel a coexistence between
Hell and peace. But what is reality?
The once-lived serenity of my beach
is beaten by waves of molten anxiety –
volcanic bursts of unease and defeat,
but I must face my pain and fears, now.
So, I dip my foot in, allowing myself
to be consumed with the fiery embrace
of Hell, and the veiled serenity of peace.
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
470 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
4th May 2023 10:17am
4th May 2023 10:17am
Voices In The Wilderness
Just speak to me
and you’ll gaze into the
wilderness behind my eyes.
This wilderness,
lush in dreams,
barren realities!
As I open the gate for you,
I sit and listen white-knuckled
to the voices within my mind.
The further you trek in my mind,
the closer to summery fantasies you’ll arrive.
Once you leave my mind,
the closer to icy realities you’ll realize!
Deep in the wilds of my mind,
there’s a wolf’s lair, and voices
howl somewhere within.
And within this black forest, ...
and you’ll gaze into the
wilderness behind my eyes.
This wilderness,
lush in dreams,
barren realities!
As I open the gate for you,
I sit and listen white-knuckled
to the voices within my mind.
The further you trek in my mind,
the closer to summery fantasies you’ll arrive.
Once you leave my mind,
the closer to icy realities you’ll realize!
Deep in the wilds of my mind,
there’s a wolf’s lair, and voices
howl somewhere within.
And within this black forest, ...
#sadness
#anxiety
#depression
#loneliness
#MentalHealth
409 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
3rd May 2023 8:38am
3rd May 2023 8:38am
Longing For a Rose at My Grave
Prefer you my romantical ghost
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you to pluck a crimson rose
adorned with vicious thorns wreathing
my headstone, watching the falling petals
plunge into the moss over my grave?
Prefer you then to lay on my grave
in the hope that you’ll sink into my hell?
To sip Rose Wine with me one last time
and...
with beating heart and spirit
ascending from this grave
to show I still love you?
Prefer you a love-letter
from the depths of my grave?
A letter penned in ink,
or in the tears from my veins?
Prefer you to pluck a crimson rose
adorned with vicious thorns wreathing
my headstone, watching the falling petals
plunge into the moss over my grave?
Prefer you then to lay on my grave
in the hope that you’ll sink into my hell?
To sip Rose Wine with me one last time
and...
#love
#grief
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
377 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2023 11:37am
29th Apr 2023 11:37am
My Crevassed Heart for You
My crevassed heart kept glued
with shards of sweet-talk bullshit.
This crack in my heart divided suddenly,
further parting, webbing across my soul.
Love composed of a glued heart –
shards of such a bond – so fragile.
Concluding as a canyon, both halves of
our once-shared soul parted forever.
This glue of my bullshit sweet lies
kept our broken relationship together!
with shards of sweet-talk bullshit.
This crack in my heart divided suddenly,
further parting, webbing across my soul.
Love composed of a glued heart –
shards of such a bond – so fragile.
Concluding as a canyon, both halves of
our once-shared soul parted forever.
This glue of my bullshit sweet lies
kept our broken relationship together!
#sadness
#love
#rejection
#heartbroken
#UnrequitedLove
324 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Apr 2023 6:06am
29th Apr 2023 6:06am
Unrequited Soulmate
You are,
my heart, soul, and flower.
My mirrored kin and spirit,
yet looks and kisses unreturned.
You are,
the beating heart of my soul,
still waves of unrequited love
crash, pummeling my psyche.
You are,
my flower whose petals never wilt -
Rather, bloom in my moonlight of solitude,
as you bask in the sunshine of companionship.
You are,
the congenial mate for my soul.
One to draw me close,
one to deny.
my heart, soul, and flower.
My mirrored kin and spirit,
yet looks and kisses unreturned.
You are,
the beating heart of my soul,
still waves of unrequited love
crash, pummeling my psyche.
You are,
my flower whose petals never wilt -
Rather, bloom in my moonlight of solitude,
as you bask in the sunshine of companionship.
You are,
the congenial mate for my soul.
One to draw me close,
one to deny.
#sadness
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#UnrequitedLove
478 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
27th Apr 2023 10:28am
27th Apr 2023 10:28am
Something Untouchable
You are something that will always be out of reach to me.
Something I can sense with even blurred consciousness,
though your form is both perfect and clear to me.
Do I know you? Or am I mad in love?
Is this love poem with sails bound for an old flame?
The sea between us is something that makes us untouchable.
Those jade eyes of yours with winking lids,
surely our eyes have embraced, though
not our hands, nor our lips, nor our bodies.
I want nothing more than something of a touch.
Someone to share my tongue, my sweaty...
Something I can sense with even blurred consciousness,
though your form is both perfect and clear to me.
Do I know you? Or am I mad in love?
Is this love poem with sails bound for an old flame?
The sea between us is something that makes us untouchable.
Those jade eyes of yours with winking lids,
surely our eyes have embraced, though
not our hands, nor our lips, nor our bodies.
I want nothing more than something of a touch.
Someone to share my tongue, my sweaty...
#sadness
#love
#relationships
#breakup
#UnrequitedLove
456 reads
1 Comment
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