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Jobira
Jobira
51/M/Here A lone wolf, a drifter with the wind.
To my dear friends I’ve never met, Who dared to break my solitary gate, To those still here, and those long gone— Bleeding ink connected us, not phones. I am caught between longing and despair, As though I suffocate while breathing air. Within the furnace, I mend and hide My weary face, my grief inside. For I know nothing of tomorrow, Yet nostalgia softens all my sorrow. Though I dwell in darkness and the void, I wait once more for your voices— To pull me from the endless ocean And guide me home again. JobitaNYC @5232026
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May 24
May 24, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
Between the furnace
The ghost of me roams this world, afraid— Tainted, ablaze with fierce fire, ****** eyes unsettled. Swords clenched in both hands, battle-ready, To slay the dragons within, to shed red tears. Yet I remain a vessel, bound to earth, A soul that wanders through shapeless clouds, Drifting between unseen, parallel galaxies— A faceless man, unnoticed, Unrecognized in the eyes of many. I temper the rush, the volcanic fire within, For I know: if I ever let it loose, The ground beneath my feet— Could split open wide and, Swallow the rage boiling in my veins, And burn me to ashes, together With everything around me. Once, I knew laughter. Once, I felt the warmth of hands, The tether of belonging, the gravity of love. But time is a river that forgot my name. Now I drift, a phantom echo, Speaking in silence, screaming in dreams. The stars refuse to answer, The moon turns its face, And still, I walk—half-man, half-memory— Carrying wars no one sees. Is there salvation for a soul unraveled? Or must I wander forever, A spark caged in ash, Waiting for the sky to remember The name I once had? @jobiranyc 7/5/25
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Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
Ghost of Me
A raging heart like inferno with a desolated desire ****** eyes without life inundated by fire cauterized a pasture green fields till what remained is the ruin kernel without rues when the sun shies the moon. Recoiled by sultry fears and the sins of fathers thou softly callous for lost the hearts of mothers. Why shall abhor so much thou not breathe forever age is like the blossoming & wilting flowers when darkness falls and the night is over. Jobiranyc 2019
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Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 11:26 PM UTC
Inferno
You’ll remain dwelling in memory The vast ocean of my head Forever out of reach, out of touch Both of us sleeping in separate bed We’d cherish what we’d given each Soon that fades away, I guess that’s fine Now you belong to someone else And I’ll never ask you to be mine These are my last words Nothing shall be said more Time bends to no man To mend what’s broken before The muscle beating inside these ribs cage Firmly spoken and expressed how it feels But only time shall reveal some day If what’s broken today heals @jobiranyc 9-15-23
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Sep 15, 2023
Sep 15, 2023 at 10:19 AM UTC
The Last Goodbye Kiss
I sip wine,   and reminisce   about old times,   nostalgia   taking me places   I adored,   places where you and I   once met, crossed paths;   even for some   unknown reasons   later   parted ways.   Now and then, I see us   through the empty glass   I hold in my cold hands,   drifting to Neverland,   consumed by the joy of fire   after every droplet and   the taste of the fine liquid   evaporates in my veins,   smoothly cutting my throat   like volcanic fire   without a fight.   Then, I mend alone and dream,   hoping that I’d share   a moment with you again.   So I tell myself,   I should keep opening   another bottle of wine   and get lost in the past memory   and see   if this loneliness brings me   to your doorstep. @jobiranyc 9-6-23
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Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 12:52 AM UTC
Wine and Loneliness
When you’re soaring through the sky, closer to the moon and stars, life seems simpler and pristine; for you have fewer luggages and carryons to carry. Instead, you’re immersed in daydreams drifting through the clouds, imaging about your final destination and safe landing, as everything else in the world below is just on hold, and waiting for you. Jobiranyc 7-26-23
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Jul 26, 2023
Jul 26, 2023 at 11:51 PM UTC
Final Destination
Y*outhful years ebb away like a morning mist. Time is no one’s confidante, whether you repel or doubtfully persist. Scars are masked and hidden, leaving marks that forge with pain. Memories might bring you back, string up the lights of a forgotten pain. Your voice could be echoed, and carried by a whistling wind. But age is not a standalone statue that shows your beginning or the end. Youthful is a glimpse of fleeting hopes as time goes by. Nightfall awaits on the edges however fearfully you may cry. You may dream of tomorrow or a timeless eternity. Yet, you’re given ticking seconds, the only chance of certainty. * Jobiranyc 7-19-23
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Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 2:04 AM UTC
Youthful Years
When that feeling takes over you can feel the cold breeze lurking under your skin tearing apart your wholesomeness piece by piece like a hungry creature. You want the emptiness filled by any means closer to you— either by your loved ones you hold dear to your lonely heart or by someone who you spent a blink of a night for a one night stand with or even by the hard liquid that numbs your nerves; yet nothing can fight off the monsters feeding of off your flesh within for you’re still the only one burning with the fire of cloudy darkness— the droplet of poison in your veins that’s suffocating and submerging you underneath the blankets of loneliness leaving you forever stranded alone, on an island full of souls. @jobiranyc 8-31-2021
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Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 10:43 AM UTC
Alone
Life is never constant It changes each day Let go of your past And embrace what comes your way Today you’re free like birds Tomorrow is not guaranteed Don’t forget your promises and words And leaving a legacy with your deed Jobiranyc 5-27-23
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May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 7:41 PM UTC
Changes
My mind wonders often it delves into the abyss of eternity questioning and wandering about its own mortality for it's trying to discern what’s waiting on the other end of the long tunnel so it can free itself from the genie of smokes and the euphoric pandora box chained within relentlessly fighting to expose the older man who is hiding under the mask and white lies, who is truly yearning to free the lost younger-boy who’s trapped beneath the pounds of flesh that’s beating nonstop yet non-responsive to his demands like an ear foreign to a deafening sound Jobiranyc  8-17-2022
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Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
Pounds of Flesh