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
30th Jan 2022 8:32am
30th Jan 2022 8:32am
Psychosis Has Icy Hands
Envisage the grim reaper
Acquainting himself.
With one dominant swing of his scythe,
He severs you from normality.
Suddenly conscious to the fact
You will live on as a ghost from your past.
Resting it’s icy hand on my soul,
Psychosis paled my youthful blushes.
I relive the confusion of that day,
Asking without reply, “Why me?”
I have been left to ponder
The mystery since age thirteen.
Acquainting himself.
With one dominant swing of his scythe,
He severs you from normality.
Suddenly conscious to the fact
You will live on as a ghost from your past.
Resting it’s icy hand on my soul,
Psychosis paled my youthful blushes.
I relive the confusion of that day,
Asking without reply, “Why me?”
I have been left to ponder
The mystery since age thirteen.
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#surreal
562 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2022 5:19am
30th Jan 2022 5:19am
The Bright Darkness of Psychosis
These stars are black
Across the white sky.
In happy madness -
I stare up into this abyss.
Inspired madmen
Are pure lunatics.
I could not speak to this storm,
So, it gently spoke for me.
This blizzard will make you shiver,
You will sense it creeping closer.
I ponder at the panoramic,
Sudden sweeping of the clouds.
I am left curious, has this disturbance
Swept all realities away?
Down into the darkness,
Psychosis has blinded me!
Across the white sky.
In happy madness -
I stare up into this abyss.
Inspired madmen
Are pure lunatics.
I could not speak to this storm,
So, it gently spoke for me.
This blizzard will make you shiver,
You will sense it creeping closer.
I ponder at the panoramic,
Sudden sweeping of the clouds.
I am left curious, has this disturbance
Swept all realities away?
Down into the darkness,
Psychosis has blinded me!
#anxiety
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#surreal
483 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2022 4:59am
25th Jan 2022 4:59am
Trees and Psychosis
These trees have tongues,
They sing to the heart of my ears.
A wild ballad of voices,
In wakeful dreams I am normal.
They sing to the heart of my ears.
A wild ballad of voices,
In wakeful dreams I am normal.
#depression
#bipolar
#nature
#MentalHealth
#surreal
497 reads
0 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
25th Jan 2022 4:56am
25th Jan 2022 4:56am
Tattooed Soul
The tattoo on my soul fades not.
As outwardly bleak and quiet I am,
My soul is a canvas.
A supernova of colors inked for eternity,
By the needle which can puncture
And make my soul bleed.
As outwardly bleak and quiet I am,
My soul is a canvas.
A supernova of colors inked for eternity,
By the needle which can puncture
And make my soul bleed.
#hope
#inspirational
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#surreal
340 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 7:29am
13th Jan 2022 7:29am
The Long-Lost Treasure of Reality
After being clinically diagnosed
With psychosis for most of my life,
With the passing of so many years,
Reality has become the long-lost treasure.
The hunt for this gold has been perilous.
Somewhere buried, somewhere hidden
Beyond the dark veil of psychosis,
Are the relics of my distant past -
Now legends inscribed into memory.
With psychosis for most of my life,
With the passing of so many years,
Reality has become the long-lost treasure.
The hunt for this gold has been perilous.
Somewhere buried, somewhere hidden
Beyond the dark veil of psychosis,
Are the relics of my distant past -
Now legends inscribed into memory.
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2022 7:23am
13th Jan 2022 7:23am
Dear Psychosis
Dear psychosis,
I just want it all to end.
I know you can hear me,
As I can hear you all the same.
You have crept into my ears
For most of my life now.
I believe it is time
For you to hear me.
Delusional I must be to take you
For a physical form, writing to you.
I want to make the best out of a raw deal
That I have been given in life.
They say life is a gift,
For me, it is a session of torture,
As if I am serving
A sentence in hell.
I just want it all to end...
I just want it all to end.
I know you can hear me,
As I can hear you all the same.
You have crept into my ears
For most of my life now.
I believe it is time
For you to hear me.
Delusional I must be to take you
For a physical form, writing to you.
I want to make the best out of a raw deal
That I have been given in life.
They say life is a gift,
For me, it is a session of torture,
As if I am serving
A sentence in hell.
I just want it all to end...
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
#FeelingLost
#surreal
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SELF POEM
Published
12th Jan 2022 11:07am
12th Jan 2022 11:07am
My Fading Reflection
Around my thirteenth year
My reflection started to fade.
Diagnosed with psychosis
Was hard to bear.
I remember my old reflection,
I had a definite identity.
Stolen it was by what,
I know not.
With my old self gone in the mirror,
My sense of happiness has vanished.
Was it a demon? A curse?
The ghosts of the past haunt me,
As I am a shadow of my former self,
Lost in darkness.
My reflection started to fade.
Diagnosed with psychosis
Was hard to bear.
I remember my old reflection,
I had a definite identity.
Stolen it was by what,
I know not.
With my old self gone in the mirror,
My sense of happiness has vanished.
Was it a demon? A curse?
The ghosts of the past haunt me,
As I am a shadow of my former self,
Lost in darkness.
#depression
#bipolar
#MentalHealth #surreal
#MentalHealth #surreal
364 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Jan 2022 6:00am
12th Jan 2022 6:00am
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
360 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Jan 2022 7:42am
10th Jan 2022 7:42am
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
465 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2022 5:05am
2nd Jan 2022 5:05am
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
664 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
26th Oct 2021 2:37pm
26th Oct 2021 2:37pm
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
610 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th Dec 2020 10:46pm
27th Dec 2020 10:46pm
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
764 reads
6 Comments
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