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 Jan 2013 Tyler Jericho
Charlotte
The sullen day was over
And the children all asleep in bed
There was no one around
Just you and me.
You came towards me
Moving with a smooth sense of purpose
A sweetness not always present
A hunger for love

You drew deep into the well of me
Opened my eyes and other parts too
I clung to you, lost in the ride
You crawled in me

So perfect was your face
So gentle was your grace
You held me down with love
And I breathed you in
Anyone can love you
But not the way I do
Anyone could have you
But not the way that I do
The sweetness in your eyes
Could never lie
 Jan 2013 Tyler Jericho
Charlotte
You think you're cute
And the worst ******* part is
You are.
 Jan 2013 Tyler Jericho
Charlotte
Twenty to eighteen
doesn't seem nearly as weird as
fifteen to seventeen or
sixteen to eighteen
or seventeen to nineteen
plus
the ***
is
legal
 Jan 2013 Tyler Jericho
JM
Look at where we are now.
We have **** stores on every corner.
Our fifteen year old pipe dreamers
just collectively **** themselves.

We have dubstep finally.

Who the **** needs
an instrument
or training
or talent
when
I can steal fruity loops
and make my own ****?
I make dope beats at the same place
I
"write"
"poetry".

A cold fog is seeping into the park
across the street and I like to say "****" a lot.

Google makes me feel like a ******* king,
ordering my minions
to go and fetch me
the whys and wherefores of
how butterflies communicate.

Why?

Because *******, that's why.

We have countries revolting
against *******
who have been in power
for decades
but now we have
Facebook,
*******!
Take that!
You can't get away with ****.
Ask Osama.
How long will it take before peace sets in?
Will it take as long for the machines to take over?
Both outcomes seem inevitable.

We have as much ***
as we can download
and pretty soon

our reality will be completely virtual.
If you got the money, honey.

I see our white bloated
underbelly
sagging and scraping
****
against ***** beer stained floors,
a crimson trail,
bodies in the swath
of decadence
and a most
revolting pursuit of debauchery,
Thank God!

It's fun to go off the grid sometimes,
like when cable
and the interwebs
become that luxury
that you can't justify,
you know, reality.
Ha! What a joke.

It wont be long until some clown
figures out time travel
and we all burn up in
the resulting feedback loop.
That's what the big bang was.
Some other clown,
some other place,
figured **** out.

It's not gonna be me, Jack.

I'm on the cusp.
Not really, I am a full on scorpio,
*******.

But

I was lucky enough
to remember
rotary phones
and lite brites
and playing ******* outside.
Sounds nostalgic and sweet, right?
**** that,
those hours I spent
burning some heavy metal logo
into that stump outside mom's house?
With a ******* magnifying glass
*** we didn't know what cable tv or mp3's were?
I was dreaming
about **** shops
and making weird ****** up
noises that sound alarmingly
similar to fuckstep.
**** YES!
I was bored as ****
and couldn't wait for a day
when I could plug in a new
******* universe,
my universe,
my way,
I create the characters and the storyline.
My internal apps do the rendering.
Get it?
I was thinking of that ****
way back when,
so it makes sense that
someone
a little more ambitious
and well funded
was making that stuff,
even back then.
The farmers don't let the sheep know much, do they?

That's all well and good mate,
but how happy are you gonna be
when you lose all your **** because
some 22 year old knows more about
binary than you do?
How ******* awesome is your pabst
collection and your dad's old 45's gonna
be when you are *** out because you
thought you could become an internet
billionaire and your sister just got tired
of carrying your ***?
This world is ******
and we are growing out of our pants too fast.
Even the smart ones aren't gonna be able to keep up.
Have fun mother *******.
Do it now,
NOW!
Get laid as much as you can
with as many as you can,
but love them all,
and mean it,
you *******,
this **** isn't gonna happen again.
We are on the cusp of the singularity
and it's gonna be one hell of a ride.
 Jan 2013 Tyler Jericho
Marigold
You
 Jan 2013 Tyler Jericho
Marigold
You
I still repeat words you said to me over in my head.
And now I only speak in tongues,
For few understand the ramblings of a loveless madman.

I was running,
You were chasing,
You ran out of breath,
I never realised you'd given up.

We are hopeless lovers
Distraught in worlds of unimaginable alone-ness
And I only want you.
I only want you.
And you are not here.
So, I have been hacked
completely,
by somebody
and so I think,
"Well, I don't have
anything in here,
so, who cares?"
and since,
I am always looking
for a bigger audience
to read my stuff,
I think,
"Great, I've got some
wonderful criminal
or something
reading me!"
so I am completely hacked
right down to the source,
so I think,
"Excellent!",
but I might
go get my computer fixed
because the other people
in my little network
probably don't like him,
so, we'll see
maybe I'll just say,
"Honk it!
I'm in love!"
I used to… live on the edge of a blade.
Wishing this pathetic, miserable, life of mine would just fade.
Parents divorced.
Love and hate I was forced.
You see, anger and hate in one house, peace but neglect in the other.
I couldn’t understand what I did to my father and mother.
My best friend, an angel, my hero.
She was an image, a mural.
She was strong, courageous, and fierce, fought every obstacle that was thrown at her.
Except, one day… she just, couldn’t take it I’ll always remember.
Walked in the house, floor slowly creaked with each step.
Knocked on her wooden, bedroom door,
Twisted that brass ****, but I lost my breath with what I saw on the floor.
I froze, my heart dropped, broken hearted.
Because she parted.
I was the first to know.
That she willingly took the blade to go.
Dropped to my knees beside her I yelled please.
I closed my eyes, hands to together, started to pray.
Wishing, that I had more time, just one more day.
I slid my hands on the back of her hair,
Lifted her head up, and kissed her on the cheek, searching for a sign of life.
But instead I held her close and stared at the ******, stainless steel knife that took my best friend’s life.
Her hands cold, blood all around her body, I shook, and I shook her, but no use.
I wasn’t giving up, I refused.
I cried and I cried.
Knowing I’m the reason my best friend died.
I would’ve set her free,
I could’ve saved her; she would be alive with me.
But instead,
I left an innocent girl for dead.
I should’ve been there for her, in the end.
I was supposed to be a good friend.
The pain, the guilt, is on my conscience like a stain.
This is a scar that’ll remain.
- Jonathan Cruz
 Jan 2013 Tyler Jericho
RL
My warm breath pierces the cold air
As I blow longing into a you
Who's not really there.
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