Surreal Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#surreal
FeNyX
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 7:55pm
17th Sep 2022 7:55pm
Post Atomic Punk Witch Queen Of The City
Standing with her hand on her hip silhouetted by the dreams of her childhood
And dwarfed by the dreams of her maturity
Seen in her sex slinging swagger
As a warning to all who dare oppose her
Sword held loosely
Eyes burning fiercely
Mind turning furiously
Tongue slicing murderously
She whispers curses
And screams praises
She thinks peacefully
And acts purposefully
The Post Atomic Witch Queen of the city
Owns her life all of it
Never question her motives
Just watch her moves
Every single...
And dwarfed by the dreams of her maturity
Seen in her sex slinging swagger
As a warning to all who dare oppose her
Sword held loosely
Eyes burning fiercely
Mind turning furiously
Tongue slicing murderously
She whispers curses
And screams praises
She thinks peacefully
And acts purposefully
The Post Atomic Witch Queen of the city
Owns her life all of it
Never question her motives
Just watch her moves
Every single...
#love
#dreams
#surreal
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6 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
5th Jul 2022 10:49pm
5th Jul 2022 10:49pm
Fellini's Strada of Broken Dreams
Fate is all I am.
A post-script left in a taxi,
Unpaid fare to a brief encounter.
Bereaved flowers seek their fallen petals,
Mountains crease behind the crepuscular sun.
Send back the clowns,
For they are not needed now.
Hang all the clowns,
Their painted smiles
Washed away by the rain.
Travellers in the dream trade,
Reality shunts at forty-four frames a second
Like fighters banking in an old war film.
Stage fright, at last in the spotlight,
Cast finally,
As a corpse.
Fade to dark
A post-script left in a taxi,
Unpaid fare to a brief encounter.
Bereaved flowers seek their fallen petals,
Mountains crease behind the crepuscular sun.
Send back the clowns,
For they are not needed now.
Hang all the clowns,
Their painted smiles
Washed away by the rain.
Travellers in the dream trade,
Reality shunts at forty-four frames a second
Like fighters banking in an old war film.
Stage fright, at last in the spotlight,
Cast finally,
As a corpse.
Fade to dark
#dreams
#LifeCycle
#PopCulture #surreal
#PopCulture #surreal
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4 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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
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2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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
446 reads
3 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
28th Jan 2022 11:46pm
28th Jan 2022 11:46pm
Sins
The mourns are incoherent to the ears of
newborn’s unicorn parents.
Blood stained feathers smeared across
cross wearing habits.
Cherish the tales of the salt and tears soaked sails.
Admire the sapphire look on drug filled pills.
Flee to the center of earth to seek happiness
and freedom since birth.
Resistance is futile, avoidance is key.
My sins are the cause of this blindness I see.
newborn’s unicorn parents.
Blood stained feathers smeared across
cross wearing habits.
Cherish the tales of the salt and tears soaked sails.
Admire the sapphire look on drug filled pills.
Flee to the center of earth to seek happiness
and freedom since birth.
Resistance is futile, avoidance is key.
My sins are the cause of this blindness I see.
#religion
#addiction
#surreal
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3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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
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2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
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
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