Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
4th Mar 2025 4:07pm
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,
pushing...
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,
pushing...
#bipolar
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
27th Feb 2025 1:53am
Ghostly Hallucinations
Turning black all around me,
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
the air had icy fingers
pinching my skin with emotional frostbite.
A shrill cry followed,
echoing in the fog
of schizophrenia’s uncertainty.
Wandering through this graveyard,
the gravestones of my past
stand silently and somewhere within.
The eyes of a ghost follow me -
laughter, hideous laughter lurks in its eyes,
then I shiver with humiliation.
With hell in my mind,
my hair stands on end,
my eyes the windows to this furnace.
Normality,
was there...
#bipolar
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 1:55am
24th Feb 2025 1:55am
Waiting
Many await the receding of the dark,
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
to see the wonders of the lighted world.
Many await the death of the light,
to blindly embrace the dark.
#MentalHealth
#surreal
49 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:35pm
11th Feb 2025 7:35pm
Nighttime
The time of night!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
When souls are bright.
There goes the sun in flight!
The dark blankets all and many affright!
#dark
#dreams
#night
#nightmares
#surreal
105 reads
1 Comment
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
11th Feb 2025 7:24pm
11th Feb 2025 7:24pm
Eyes Cloudy
Eyes once bright with sunlight.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
Now clouded with thunderstorms.
Stormy arguments on our horizon,
I don’t understand what happened to us.
Eyes once serenely an oasis.
Now a tempest booms in our hearts.
Hues of rage and sorrow paint our horizon,
I’m confounded whether we’ll be the same.
#breakup
#depression
#love
#sadness
#surreal
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 00:20am
3rd Feb 2025 00:20am
under Themes I’ve put surreal, but it’s really nonsense
you say living in the past isn’t good,
but for me dying in the past would
have been worse, it was a difficult time
the old general toppled off his plinth
and smashed to the ground,
causing general consternation
on the streets of london and more so
for him, since no one could recall who he was,
although some rather liked his horse
but since they see absolutely
no good in the empire it’s a wonder they go
to the theatre at all, of course
...
but for me dying in the past would
have been worse, it was a difficult time
the old general toppled off his plinth
and smashed to the ground,
causing general consternation
on the streets of london and more so
for him, since no one could recall who he was,
although some rather liked his horse
but since they see absolutely
no good in the empire it’s a wonder they go
to the theatre at all, of course
...
#surreal
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
2nd Feb 2025 5:15pm
Heaven Can Wait
Heaven can wait…
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
Death a distant thunderstorm
with lightning strikes far off
announcing its distant presence.
Suicide is not the answer.
I do not want to hurt
those that show compassion.
So, I’ve decided Heaven can wait.
#depression
#FeelingLost
#hope
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 2:50pm
2nd Feb 2025 2:50pm
My Poetic Knife
Resting restlessly within the dark of its sheath,
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
my poetic knife feels expressionless.
When so, it wants to be drawn
and plundered into the white of the page.
Then it wants to cut through the emptiness
and carve out beautiful metaphors.
The blade will glint in the light of an idea
and will be drenched in the ink of words.
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#metaphor
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
1st Feb 2025 4:46pm
Writing As My Armor
Unsighted eyes these are!
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
Blind with hallucinations
yet so perceptive of beauty.
I cannot recognize reality,
yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.
I don’t want to live like this forever.
It is not at all what I imagined
when I was very young.
I dreamed of being a soldier.
With an armor of confidence
and a superb IQ and riches.
But I cannot and will not deny reality!
I am mentally ill. I am not without oddities.
All I can do now is wear it as my armor,
or, as my strength in life against...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#surreal
78 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 1:40pm
28th Jan 2025 1:40pm
Inpromptu haiku
Painted thoughts swirl fast
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
Madness shines with polished gleam
Just insanity
#art
#surreal
#WritingPoetry
63 reads
6 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
21st Jan 2025 00:30am
Prisoner Behind My Eyes
I am a prisoner behind my eyes.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#surreal
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
21st Dec 2024 5:20pm
The Illusion of Medication
This sanctuary is an illusion of internal peace.
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
Enticing me with hopes of an eternal peace.
This sanctity that I feel eases me temporarily.
Yet I understand that it is merely temporary.
I am sad and alone as I write this,
yet I am free as I write and create.
I vainly hope someday that eternal peace comes.
Yet I understand that will never be.
Psychosis has destroyed me leaving me in ruins.
Yet there is an internal glow that exists.
A heartbeat thunders from within
and I know I am still alive while...
#depression
#FeelingLost
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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