Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
30th Nov 2024 5:43pm
Masking Death With Life
The death mask laid upon my face
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
will at last give serenity to this face.
Unmasked, I was exposed to the world’s
stares, aggression, stigma and prejudice.
This death mask now the earth above my grave,
where I’m entombed within peaceful confines.
Naked of a mask, the light did not warm me,
the arctic accusations from the voices chilled me.
This shield placed upon the face of my corpse
gives me one last bastion of security and peace.
#dark
#death
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
30th Nov 2024 3:44pm
Destiny Blinded by the Fog of Psychosis
I will find the way.
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
A path I’ve once trodden
blanketed with fallen leaves
now smoldering red and black.
This path I’ve trodden
is a cursed one with an uncertain end.
Up ahead this path darkens and fogs.
With beating heart and sweaty skin
I have always proceeded forward
into my own unknown both present and future.
I enter, consumed by the fog of psychosis,
the blackness just beyond that ahead,
perhaps death? Hell? Reincarnation?!
Perhaps beyond the black is the womb
of my next mother and...
#dark
#FeelingLost
#hell
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 11:11pm
21st Nov 2024 11:11pm
Eyes Ablaze
This fury within…
Eyes ablaze with the hellfire from within.
Once a soul within, it has long burned
into a pile of ash which smolders on,
but it will never come back to me.
I understand my body thus is no more
than a rotten edifice waiting to finally collapse.
Eyes ablaze with the hellfire from within.
Once a soul within, it has long burned
into a pile of ash which smolders on,
but it will never come back to me.
I understand my body thus is no more
than a rotten edifice waiting to finally collapse.
#anger
#dark
#MentalHealth
#nightmares
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 12:36pm
20th Nov 2024 12:36pm
Hollow Man
Hollow of eyes,
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
these shut eyelids
cast out the light.
The eyes of this soulless man
fused shut years ago to the light.
Light that would melt the ice within.
Hollow of a voice,
these shut lips
hide my cold thoughts.
The voice of this empty man
choked mute long ago.
Mute to expressions of empathy.
Hollow of warmth,
this icy skin
encasing a body void of a soul.
#dark
#MentalHealth
#scary #surreal
#scary #surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 4:42pm
18th Nov 2024 4:42pm
Love With Shut Eyes
Love lost in the light.
Lost with eyes wide open!
Even with the sun burning
the darkness of my shadow.
Love found in the dark.
Found with eyes shut!
Even with the sun’s descent
I gaze on with shut eyes.
Love lost and found
between light and dark.
The sight of beauty
with shut eyes so profound.
Lost with eyes wide open!
Even with the sun burning
the darkness of my shadow.
Love found in the dark.
Found with eyes shut!
Even with the sun’s descent
I gaze on with shut eyes.
Love lost and found
between light and dark.
The sight of beauty
with shut eyes so profound.
#crush
#FallingInLove
#love
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
17th Nov 2024 4:55pm
Gentle Thunderstorms Within
There is a soothing storm within.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
Gently, thunder booms from my heart.
Gentle heartbeats make emotional waves
and I cannot stop my feelings for her.
There is a teary deluge within.
My tears, the wine of my loneliness,
which intoxicates me until I’m love-struck
and then I am inebriated with the red wine of love.
The cloudburst in the sky of my crimson eyes,
the drunkenness of being wanted,
the overwhelming desire to be loved,
as for the arctic reality, my heart thunders on.
#crush
#depression
#FallingInLove
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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PAR
Poem Published
1st Oct 2024 1:21pm
1st Oct 2024 1:21pm
Empire of Senses
My love aches for purple abandonment
In the twilight of forgotten crops.
Where shadows dance with silent lament
and the moon spews forth black dew drops.
Oh, how the ocean gets addicted
to the rapture of poodles in flight!
The stars whisper secrets
in the madness of velvet delight.
Eternity fiddles with time’s strings
a symphony of chaos and grace.
Heaven shines like jelly, voluptuous,
in the embrace of a Dodo’s face.
The sun throbs with fermented oysters.
Its rays a tapestry of decay
as a red...
In the twilight of forgotten crops.
Where shadows dance with silent lament
and the moon spews forth black dew drops.
Oh, how the ocean gets addicted
to the rapture of poodles in flight!
The stars whisper secrets
in the madness of velvet delight.
Eternity fiddles with time’s strings
a symphony of chaos and grace.
Heaven shines like jelly, voluptuous,
in the embrace of a Dodo’s face.
The sun throbs with fermented oysters.
Its rays a tapestry of decay
as a red...
#art
#despair
#emptiness
#romantic
#surreal
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
27th Jul 2024 7:19am
27th Jul 2024 7:19am
Now He's into Mice and AI
In high school
he was into me
Groped me in my sparkly blue Firebird
as we listened to Billy Joel
I pushed him away
I can't help it, he said
You've got looks.
He was just part of my crowd
Never a close friend
Definitely not a boyfriend
Hadn't thought of him in ages
Looked him up on Facebook
His background photo shows mice
So does his portrait photo.
Mice!
Mice everywhere.
Hand built castles for mice
with tiny arched doorways,
and meticulously designed
little napping...
he was into me
Groped me in my sparkly blue Firebird
as we listened to Billy Joel
I pushed him away
I can't help it, he said
You've got looks.
He was just part of my crowd
Never a close friend
Definitely not a boyfriend
Hadn't thought of him in ages
Looked him up on Facebook
His background photo shows mice
So does his portrait photo.
Mice!
Mice everywhere.
Hand built castles for mice
with tiny arched doorways,
and meticulously designed
little napping...
#animals
#friendship
#LifeStruggles #surreal
#LifeStruggles #surreal
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UbiquitousVoid
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2024 6:28pm
23rd Jun 2024 6:28pm
TO RENEW
To reflect on this
Serendipitous
Crushed flowers, the wind a spear
Carried to forsaken doorsteps
A light in the sky
Artificial sun
And a closing eye
For yesterday has died
A stone's throw away
Inundation of true bliss
Serendipitous
A carmine streak
A poignant hue
To some, a river of blood
But it beckons me back
To greater misfortunes
I paint not with pigment
My landscapes are of the mind
A crescendo of words
To ease an appetite
May...
Serendipitous
Crushed flowers, the wind a spear
Carried to forsaken doorsteps
A light in the sky
Artificial sun
And a closing eye
For yesterday has died
A stone's throw away
Inundation of true bliss
Serendipitous
A carmine streak
A poignant hue
To some, a river of blood
But it beckons me back
To greater misfortunes
I paint not with pigment
My landscapes are of the mind
A crescendo of words
To ease an appetite
May...
#hope
#PowerOfWords
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
14th Jun 2024 7:42pm
Intoxicated
I possess an illness,
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
an addiction to your drug.
A sip of rose wine
and conversation intoxicates me,
and I am left craving
the petals of your rose.
Symptoms of loneliness
and the longing for you,
I have no regrets
for my addiction to you.
Your beauty is thus a drug!
Let’s impregnate this idea of us!
#addiction
#bipolar
#dark
#MentalHealth
#surreal
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
5th Jun 2024 8:13am
5th Jun 2024 8:13am
Traumatically Windblown
Psychosis carried in the gales,
for I am surely windblown,
windward from my own psyche,
where boundaries of reality have eroded.
With concealed hands,
a nonvisual hallucination caresses
the encasement of my soul,
provoking verbal responses.
Nothingness which wreathes around me,
a curve in a state of nonexistence
meandering around my body.
The compass of my soul spins.
Following the scent of nothing,
I steer into my own deception -
into an opaque fog,
distorting my perception.
Blind...
for I am surely windblown,
windward from my own psyche,
where boundaries of reality have eroded.
With concealed hands,
a nonvisual hallucination caresses
the encasement of my soul,
provoking verbal responses.
Nothingness which wreathes around me,
a curve in a state of nonexistence
meandering around my body.
The compass of my soul spins.
Following the scent of nothing,
I steer into my own deception -
into an opaque fog,
distorting my perception.
Blind...
#bipolar
#depression
#MentalHealth
#sadness
#surreal
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