Poetry (!!!)

Even though I love writing, I'm fairly certain I haven't written a poem in about ten years. Here's one for all you monkeys that like to IM me at silly hours of the morning.

You Keep Me Up At Night

I look outside the window
Is that the morning twilight?
I start to type, "I have to go..."
You keep me up at night

My finger hovers over "enter"
I hesitate to write
The truth is, I like it better
That you keep me up at night

I begin to push the "backspace" key
You ask, "what were you going to say?"
Nothing, it was silly
I didn't mean it anyway

I take my chili dog and bite through
It's cold, but tastes just right
When I have the munchies, it's not just you
That keeps me up at night

Even though you're far away
I feel as though my friend is here
There is nothing that we cannot say
From religion, to politics, to screwing in the rear

So, even though the birds are singing
And the sky is slowly turning bright
And even though I'm not baking or dreaming
I like it when you keep me up at night

Some burst Fiction

Surprise!! I haven't posted on here in FOREVER!!! And now for some burst fiction!! Let me know what you think.


These Ain’t Your Grandpa’s Teeth

There was a low rumble as a distant plasma cannon warmed up to fire. Two men knelt in the trench waiting for the inevitable blast.

BARRROOOMPH

"Isn't it ironic, Corporal?" the lieutenant with the scraggly grey beard asked. He took a long pull from a quickly dying cigarette. The low rumble began again. Someone a ways down the trench shouted something about a miss.

"What's that, sir?" asked the younger man. He had his blue hat in his hands, kneading it like fresh dough. He had been staring into space, his eyes glassy from lack of blinking.

BARRRROOOMPH

Several soldiers were running by where the two men knelt. They ducked for a moment as the large gun fired. Dirt and pebbles shook from their holdings atop the trench wall and fell by the mens' feet. The far away voice floated down the trench. Something about getting closer to the target.

"We used to fight plaque with a toothbrush, a bit of string, and a plastic tube of white minty paste." The lieutenant took one last pull on the cigarette and tossed it to the earth. "Isn't it ironic?"

BARRRROOMPHH

"Why, sir? Because now we have machines that do the whole job for us in a matter of seconds?" The young corporal was looking at the older man. They both flinched as some sort of projectile flew low overhead. It made a strange whistle as it flew by. The far away voice came again. Something about a direct hit.

"No, Corporal. It's just ironic that now we fight plaque with guns, flamethrowers, and laser grenades." The lieutenant stood up and pulled down his combat goggles. "I just find that a little funny."

BARROOOOMPPHH

"Yes, sir," The corporal almost whispered as he stood to follow his superior officer. "Very funny, indeed."