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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
Shipwrecked Soul
Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
Shipwrecked Soul
Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Death of a Big Fish
for David Lynch
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
#admiration
#art
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
84 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Death of a Big Fish
for David Lynch
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
#admiration
#art
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
84 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Death of a Big Fish
for David Lynch
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
#admiration
#art
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
84 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Death of a Big Fish
for David Lynch
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
#admiration
#art
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
84 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
A Bit Player In A Wayward Dream
I sometimes wonder
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
A Bit Player In A Wayward Dream
I sometimes wonder
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
A Bit Player In A Wayward Dream
I sometimes wonder
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
39 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
3rd Feb 2025 10:43pm
A Bit Player In A Wayward Dream
I sometimes wonder
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
Whether
I'm just a figment
Of someone else's imagination
A non-existence
A bit player, in a wayward dream
I'm only real
Because the dramer perceives me as real
Therefore, i'm left questioning my own existence
Living within another surreality
Perhaps i'm a fairy
That believes in humans
But sees them as alien creatures
My ethereal escape
With wings
To float on the breezes
Thus avoiding the tempestuous storms
That lurk within the teacups of doubt
Of the nightmarish...
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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0 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 3:02pm
3rd May 2022 3:02pm
The Angle of Incidence
The Angle of Incidence
An experience,
However
Temporarily
Escaping
The daily
Run
Of the mill
Routine,
May
Feel
Well
Worth it
If the angle
Of incidence
Covers
The gap
Between
The unnumbed
Reality
Of stark living
And that
Pounding
Sense
Of mindless
Security
That
Comes
In the wake
Of turning
Off
The accountability
For the life
Someone
Seems
To have made
For...
An experience,
However
Temporarily
Escaping
The daily
Run
Of the mill
Routine,
May
Feel
Well
Worth it
If the angle
Of incidence
Covers
The gap
Between
The unnumbed
Reality
Of stark living
And that
Pounding
Sense
Of mindless
Security
That
Comes
In the wake
Of turning
Off
The accountability
For the life
Someone
Seems
To have made
For...
#teens
#marriage
#LifeCycle #nostalgia
#LifeCycle #nostalgia
346 reads
5 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
3rd May 2022 3:02pm
3rd May 2022 3:02pm
The Angle of Incidence
The Angle of Incidence
An experience,
However
Temporarily
Escaping
The daily
Run
Of the mill
Routine,
May
Feel
Well
Worth it
If the angle
Of incidence
Covers
The gap
Between
The unnumbed
Reality
Of stark living
And that
Pounding
Sense
Of mindless
Security
That
Comes
In the wake
Of turning
Off
The accountability
For the life
Someone
Seems
To have made
For...
An experience,
However
Temporarily
Escaping
The daily
Run
Of the mill
Routine,
May
Feel
Well
Worth it
If the angle
Of incidence
Covers
The gap
Between
The unnumbed
Reality
Of stark living
And that
Pounding
Sense
Of mindless
Security
That
Comes
In the wake
Of turning
Off
The accountability
For the life
Someone
Seems
To have made
For...
#teens
#marriage
#LifeCycle #nostalgia
#LifeCycle #nostalgia
346 reads
5 Comments
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