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626 · Aug 2019
Techno-Obsessive
Dylan Jones Aug 2019
Connect me please, I can't be alone
It's so dark without my screen
A piece of you stuffed in a pocket
A disease aimed to please

Leach the life from your host
Spread your posts, gather the likes
Between the fingers rests a drug
Without it can only be death

Powers that be create anew
Upgrade to another addiction
Eyes will dry up from the attention
You'll never be alone.
I sometimes fight with myself on how often I spend online. It's how I relax, how I sometimes work, how I feel myself. Yet a large part of me wants separation, to be out in the woods without flashing lights and the sounds of videos. Yet, we all know that there would be a phone in my pocket. You know, "just in case".
463 · Mar 2019
Random Quatrains
Dylan Jones Mar 2019
its not that i don't notice
i notice all the time
maybe you don't know this
i'm running out of my mind

Try not to panic
Its only forever
Treat it kindly
Plenty of water

This isn't any normal dream
its a full recollection of my fantasy
too much at stake to leave it alone
i've seen where we came from

Trippin on your legs
as i walk through
the living room
hope i didn’t wake you
im trying to avoid my doom

visiting a trip
towards memory lane
stop giving me lip
and quit playing that game

afterthoughts
and before feelings
emotion robots
and contact dealings.

i just found out
that snow is cold
the benefit of the doubt
is that experience is old

popularly singularity
has escaped me
i feel myself slipping
into unknown dreams

don't fret
you better bet
i'm not anyone
i'm someone

its not that i don't notice
i notice all the time
maybe you don't know this
i'm running out of my mind

your hypotheticalness
is getting out of hand
creating quite a mess
in the desert sand

rock-a-bye  ah-dult
and the branch broke
its not your fault
for being a dolt

dream of me
and be aware
it may be
a total nightmare

I trust that I can lie
To be the strong one
Who’s ready to die
But I’m not yet done

Here take this
A little piece of advice
Don’t talk about anything
When Silence will suffice

Homeward
Upward
Down size
Wrong size

long ways
to paradise
love stays
while you fantasize

magic trees....
thats all i have to say
they are scary
in every way...
My favorite type of writing. For some reason my brain works better in this form.
328 · Feb 2019
Complex Chaos
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
Treat it as a
Swapping of
Victories. For
The mind is slow
To understand
The complexity
Of following
Other followers
Breaking against
Rocks. Boulders
Changing into
Dimensions lost
To the unseeing
Eye. We are
Not Blind.
Just happy with
What we see.
Calming winds
Make seas of chaos
A beauty of
Complexity.
If you don't
Understand
Simplicity, then
Complexity
Becomes chaos.
163 · Feb 2019
Crafty Touch
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
a quiet stirring lapps like waves within me
bringing about an illusion of calming serenity
your trance is alluring and i cannot look away
i feel as though i'm unable to keep these creatures at bay
clawing to show but i hide them well
only a well trained eye could see their yell
it would do to good to listen
i might show a clue to my mission
i have already said too much
yours is a very crafty touch
159 · Feb 2019
forego the semantics
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
just for that
ill cause you grief
making up lies
before you even speak
this instant
will stay with me forever
shot back down
with whiskey for a chaser

at this time
im waiting for a plan
to wash away this evidence
and heal my scarred up hand
if it wasn't for
this house full of strangers
i'd pack up my things
and find some new danger

forego the semantics
and stick to the back talk
this life was meant for a slow walk
breathe easy you messenger of hate
attacks on my conscience
happen frequently of late
152 · Feb 2019
Alternative lies
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
Bang that drum, initializer
Follow the crowd looking vaguely like you
It's fun when there's so many
I'd hate to be alone with those ideals

Blended culture breeds gray matter waste
Wrapped up in countless debates
Link it all with a money trail
Torture for an office and votes

Pile high the dead you leave
There's no reason to look back
Your name is now forever remembered
Along with the hate in your decrees
133 · Feb 2019
Cash Pig
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
Sniff it up, filth swine
the girth of your back pockets
develops sick disgust that
shows on my face when you
wipe that trash hole with
100 dollar bills

keep plugging away
with your extended tax brackets
thundering with guiltless
fantasies of superiority
nothing lies in the circle of doubt
this is open, this is real
judging from your expression
you’re only king in your dreams
nightmarish realities
just beyond the understanding
of your feeble mind
possession is just temporary
my hatred for you is eternal

what is it?
stupidity? greed?
an endless need for self image?
watching others scrounge
while you waste
throwing your stolen gratification
into the wind just to see the look on
other’s faces.
its totally cool,
we won’t see each other again
guaranteed
separated by a cosmos of ideals
i’ll throw my life away before
i give up my right to hate your existence
131 · Feb 2019
Whatever You Need
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
Don't move, just breathe
Hold still, Don’t speak
Lie down, just there
Grab my hand, take care
Listen to me, call your name
Try to relax, despite the rain
I’m right here, right by you
Don’t worry, you’ll get through
Strength is what you need
And i have plenty to spare...
122 · Feb 2019
Choosing addiction
Dylan Jones Feb 2019
Just what I thought you were
Barbed Tongue wretch infested
Black tooth, smile for me *****
Write off your existence with that needle

Turn off the delusions of cleaning up
Bury your denial of the addiction
Dress up the dealer and your empty wallet
Look pretty when you get high

Life can't be wasted
Perfect lies turned truth
Bleed for the happiness you pay for
Dredge the ditch in which you exist.

— The End —