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
Winters Lost
Today I saw your pictures. Oh, the memories. I took steps back until I fell into the river, and away it carried me. But I wanted to stay and relive the happiness you brought me all those years ago. Something died in me that winter when you said it was over. The memory remains frozen in place, unchanged. Here I am now, so far away from you, stagnate. I still remember your voice in my ear, and there it lingers, well-tuned, the sweetest music. The howl of that winter’s hell can sometimes overcome it; however, I refuse to allow your music to perish! I miss you. Sure, I’ve moved on, but nothing...
#love
#breakup
#confessional
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Midnight Sea
Seafaring stargazer I am,
in your enchanting twilight,
adrift in the blackest of seas.
Moonlit waves within your eyes,
the black of those irises
are a pitiless abyss.
Pathless and shoreless,
I know not what our future holds,
as your hueless conscience chills me.
So, on I drift
in your tranquil blue eyes,
knowing the terrible depth beneath.
Your moonlight,
reflecting lanterns
within my eyes still.
Every note whispers
a winter song
over somber waves.
A careful tune,...
in your enchanting twilight,
adrift in the blackest of seas.
Moonlit waves within your eyes,
the black of those irises
are a pitiless abyss.
Pathless and shoreless,
I know not what our future holds,
as your hueless conscience chills me.
So, on I drift
in your tranquil blue eyes,
knowing the terrible depth beneath.
Your moonlight,
reflecting lanterns
within my eyes still.
Every note whispers
a winter song
over somber waves.
A careful tune,...
#depression
#relationships
#breakup
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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Bipolar
I know this path.
This is a path that I have walked before.
It is a dark one with an uncertain end.
Some things are just kept better shut.
Mirrors on both sides,
I watch myself decaying of misery.
I see a man walking
whom I know, though do not.
Who is he becoming?
Mortified in his walk,
he breathes because
he must move one step further.
This is a path that I have walked before.
It is a dark one with an uncertain end.
Some things are just kept better shut.
Mirrors on both sides,
I watch myself decaying of misery.
I see a man walking
whom I know, though do not.
Who is he becoming?
Mortified in his walk,
he breathes because
he must move one step further.
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
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Your Iciness
I take your hands,
and kiss them.
So long without me,
they have gone cold.
My lips are warm
against your iciness.
I cannot say your name anymore.
It just brings pain.
and kiss them.
So long without me,
they have gone cold.
My lips are warm
against your iciness.
I cannot say your name anymore.
It just brings pain.
#love
#depression
#relationships
#heartbroken
#breakup
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A Forgotten Life
A late Fall season came to play,
breathing out deathly icy winds.
Summer breaths are nowhere near
to thaw memories within their icy tombs.
In an empty playground
the children playing were the dancing leaves,
holding hands around a northern squall.
I heard their laughter.
A gust carried me here
but the children have died.
Fall has been their laughter,
winter shall be their death.
Shredded leaves
shedding tears,
a lifeless leaf cries,
till there is not much left to tear.
A...
breathing out deathly icy winds.
Summer breaths are nowhere near
to thaw memories within their icy tombs.
In an empty playground
the children playing were the dancing leaves,
holding hands around a northern squall.
I heard their laughter.
A gust carried me here
but the children have died.
Fall has been their laughter,
winter shall be their death.
Shredded leaves
shedding tears,
a lifeless leaf cries,
till there is not much left to tear.
A...
#sadness
#depression
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
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May I Slay?
How may I kill you
lil’ Miss Bliss of mine?
Something has ruptured from within.
So baneful I am!
I’ve set ablaze pools of oil within your eyes;
till they sorely dry to a desert in Hell.
Our touching bodies share their last kiss,
vainful moments are these.
Looming…
Her eyes sink into the abyss of mine.
lil’ Miss Bliss of mine?
Something has ruptured from within.
So baneful I am!
I’ve set ablaze pools of oil within your eyes;
till they sorely dry to a desert in Hell.
Our touching bodies share their last kiss,
vainful moments are these.
Looming…
Her eyes sink into the abyss of mine.
#dark
#evil
#scary
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Evil On The Path of Eden
Your eyes,
brown as the earth,
from which in summer
roses will bloom.
Sinfully pretty,
like a poison.
With wicked souls envenomed,
converting sinner to saint.
My resistance now in ashes,
I am led astray
from the path of evil,
onto the path of Eden.
brown as the earth,
from which in summer
roses will bloom.
Sinfully pretty,
like a poison.
With wicked souls envenomed,
converting sinner to saint.
My resistance now in ashes,
I am led astray
from the path of evil,
onto the path of Eden.
#religion
#heaven
#MentalHealth
#hell
#SelfReflection
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The Prey and The Hunter
The mouse takes its shelter
from the hunter.
A garden snake slithers
with the hiss of a hunter.
This hunter tastes
its prey’s fear and sweat.
Heart pounding its ribcage,
pumping blood
that will feed life
into its hunter.
from the hunter.
A garden snake slithers
with the hiss of a hunter.
This hunter tastes
its prey’s fear and sweat.
Heart pounding its ribcage,
pumping blood
that will feed life
into its hunter.
#dark
#animals
#nature
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Bind My Blind Eyes To Mind
I bind my blind eyes to my mind!
The line that is twined and winds.
Round’ behind my eyes I’m maligned.
The line that is twined and winds.
Round’ behind my eyes I’m maligned.
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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The Poetic Hunt
I do not know what it was.
Some primal urge to hunt for the words.
Soon enough I will catch them,
and fillet them for their metaphors and rhymes.
The urge to divorce myself from normality,
and give in to surreality is overwhelming.
Some primal urge to hunt for the words.
Soon enough I will catch them,
and fillet them for their metaphors and rhymes.
The urge to divorce myself from normality,
and give in to surreality is overwhelming.
#courage
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#determination
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My Aura Borealis
It’s not a character flaw. That is what I was told by a former friend. There I stood, at the threshold of life and death, a decision was to be made. I had all my medication bottles clustered on my desk and with one thought only, my shaky hand wrapped around one of them. I unscrewed the bottle of my anti-psychotic, arched my head back and swallowed every pill as if they were candy. I remember the dozens of pills sliding abrasively down my throat. All I wanted was to die. All I wanted was peace at last, a resignation from a lost life. Do I still feel my life is lost? No. Do I still feel...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#suicide
#MentalHealth
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Gothic Dream
I do not know what it was.
Some urge to sit down and write came over me.
Gothic tales radiate their tune; the lights dim.
What shall I write? Dream.
I pulled off my scalp,
cracked open my skull,
mashed my fingers in
and parted my mind.
Running like blood,
thoughts stream
down my face
upon the page.
I looked up
into the blinding sun,
its rays skewered
the darkness of my eyes.
Oh, these hollow sockets
swallow the lighted world.
I fall back,
an eyeless creature. ...
Some urge to sit down and write came over me.
Gothic tales radiate their tune; the lights dim.
What shall I write? Dream.
I pulled off my scalp,
cracked open my skull,
mashed my fingers in
and parted my mind.
Running like blood,
thoughts stream
down my face
upon the page.
I looked up
into the blinding sun,
its rays skewered
the darkness of my eyes.
Oh, these hollow sockets
swallow the lighted world.
I fall back,
an eyeless creature. ...
#dark
#gothic
#MentalHealth
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