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
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
331 reads
4 Comments
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
482 reads
2 Comments
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
460 reads
1 Comment
Come To Me
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#love
#lust
#women
#sex
#erotic
483 reads
4 Comments
Confessions of A Schizophrenic
I step into this poem with a premonition -
I will let the world know who I am.
What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty?
What have I failed to recognize in this life?
Well, this is not a life; this is not a dream.
How porous 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 a thank you
for the noble heart ...
I will let the world know who I am.
What shall I find beyond the fog of uncertainty?
What have I failed to recognize in this life?
Well, this is not a life; this is not a dream.
How porous 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 a thank you
for the noble heart ...
#dreams
#confessional
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
427 reads
2 Comments
Gaze Into My Fire
Gaze on into my fire.
As blinkless as a gaze can be.
our first moment,
wordless as sleeping lips.
Our souls embraced
but bot our lips.
Glancing at you,
glancing at me.
This was a moment
between our eyes.
And with your eyes,
you've set my soul ablaze.
Was this truly a moment?
Gaze on into my fire.
As you looked away,
my eyes chased you unseen.
As blinkless as a gaze can be.
our first moment,
wordless as sleeping lips.
Our souls embraced
but bot our lips.
Glancing at you,
glancing at me.
This was a moment
between our eyes.
And with your eyes,
you've set my soul ablaze.
Was this truly a moment?
Gaze on into my fire.
As you looked away,
my eyes chased you unseen.
#sadness
#love
#relationships
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
657 reads
10 Comments
Standing At My Grave
Under the winter
day’s whispery glow,
all is quiet here.
The is my shattering.
No more hymns of breath.
Just waiting beside my tombstone.
Dressed wildly in vines of time.
Had you been a ghost too,
would you have noticed me?
Must death be the only way?
Bound now to a casket,
may I escape this grave
to speak to you now?
It has been so long.
Warm this mausoleum
with your gaze.
See me. See me, now.
day’s whispery glow,
all is quiet here.
The is my shattering.
No more hymns of breath.
Just waiting beside my tombstone.
Dressed wildly in vines of time.
Had you been a ghost too,
would you have noticed me?
Must death be the only way?
Bound now to a casket,
may I escape this grave
to speak to you now?
It has been so long.
Warm this mausoleum
with your gaze.
See me. See me, now.
#dark
#relationships
#death
#ghosts
#graveyard
350 reads
4 Comments
Lips Untouchable
![restricted poem](/images/extremecontent.jpg)
#sex
#erotic
#dirty
622 reads
5 Comments
My Eyes Upon Her
My eyes upon her
beautiful, breathless silence.
Whilst she sleeps forever,
I whisper to her in prayer.
Hoping she'll come back,
I know that'll never be.
I consider setting foot
into the grave to find her.
beautiful, breathless silence.
Whilst she sleeps forever,
I whisper to her in prayer.
Hoping she'll come back,
I know that'll never be.
I consider setting foot
into the grave to find her.
#sadness
#dark
#relationships
#breakup
#death
424 reads
4 Comments
What I Had
I miss what I had, to what I have now.
I want to thaw in your affection again.
Since the light of my life had been pinched,
my world has been cast into darkness.
I want to thaw in your affection again.
Since the light of my life had been pinched,
my world has been cast into darkness.
#sadness
#relationships
#breakup
#death
#memories
290 reads
3 Comments
Loss
My ear upon her chest, I listened
to the rhythmic beauty of tickled heartstrings.
My ear upon her casket lid, I listen
for the ghostly beacon of her soul.
to the rhythmic beauty of tickled heartstrings.
My ear upon her casket lid, I listen
for the ghostly beacon of her soul.
#love
#depression
#dark
#relationships
#death
261 reads
3 Comments
A Ghost I Am To You
With cold dead hands,
a ghost I am
to you alone now.
With cold dead hands
that are unseen,
unfelt, and unanticipated.
With cold dead hands,
my visits unknown to you
making you shiver,
and lips embalmed in ice.
With cold dead hands,
I will call on you
to feel your fire of life.
With cold dead hands,
it’s almost as we were.
We are one in ice again.
a ghost I am
to you alone now.
With cold dead hands
that are unseen,
unfelt, and unanticipated.
With cold dead hands,
my visits unknown to you
making you shiver,
and lips embalmed in ice.
With cold dead hands,
I will call on you
to feel your fire of life.
With cold dead hands,
it’s almost as we were.
We are one in ice again.
#sadness
#depression
#loneliness
#death
#ghosts
311 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)