You and I, vampires
habitual creatures
you and I, hungry again
This hollow needs a fill
O, to dip our quill…
You’re chasing love
chasing fantasy
the thrill of infatuation
dutifully presenting
its pale skin beneath
those long teeth
Ravenous
I stalk experience
joyful or otherwise
Thumping heartbreak
or whatever I can muster
any morsel of emotion
to carve apart and analyse
Drawn into the well
to spill again
I’ll get my fill again
You and I; vampires
you and I; blowing through some town
I’d see the same look in your eye
that I would see
if I could face myself
in the mirror
We both know
there’s nothing out there
that’s going to seal
that crack, these wounds
The chase is endless
habitual creatures
Sensation fleeting
always; we’ll part
and roam on…
[2019]
Thanks for reading.
Image Credit: Edvard Munch
The Lighthouse 
I am stumpted for words…
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It’s a lot to sink your teeth into…
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Yes, in a lot of ways, the longer poems have more of an impact on me, you really start to get into it and then when it stops its like “Wow, how powerful was that?” That’s not an argument for quality over quantity by any means but the longer poems are the ones I prefer reading. When done well, longer poems are masterpieces. That’s not to say I don’t like short poems of course.
Wilfred Owen’s “Exposure” is an example of long masterpiece like poems. I just wish I wasn’t so bad at writing ones with more verses.
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