#offline
She’s “offline”
I feel “fine”
But she hasn’t been replying
And I feel like dying
I guess it’s easy to see
She doesn’t need me
Because she hasn’t been replying
And I feel like dying
I know her phone number by heart
Felt lost the moment we were apart
Still, she hasn’t been replying
And I am silently crying.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 6:31 AM UTC
There was a time when she cared
To satisfy any need of yours, she was prepared
You gave her just enough to stay
And stay she did everyday
There was a glimmer of hope that she will receive love back
Every song related back to you, every soundtrack
One day, 3 am at night she laid there
Room dark, status of you being online a glare
She watched it switch offline, realising you never replied
Finally it ******* hit her that to be her lover you were never qualified
Males are only useful if they are fertile
Men are trash was not just a insta post, it became a lifestyle
If liking men was a choice
Trust me when i say i would have yeeted the boys.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 8:13 AM UTC
What is your masquerade of moving pictures now
that you’ve landed screen down on the floor?
Will you keep your mask as tied to your heart as you keep your cards close to your chest?
I’m beginning to think you don’t even know what lies beneath it anymore.
Would you recognise your own broken skin?
Lines naturally painted to your face?
Curves on your hips?
You were begging for so long to become a work of fiction - how does it feel to not exist?
To have become an echo of toxic vanity?
You filled in all the the cracks for all your followers to see
But now they see them all
As your world shatters
screen down on the floor.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
There are things called chromebooks, and they are like laptops
but they have one small difference,
they can fit in your bag,
they can run offline,
they can by used by schools,
they can be monitored,
they are cool
they are lightweight
they are good-looking
and most of all
they are fun to use
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
I think I’m having withdrawal
With HP now off-line
They say BRB and ASAP
but it’s been an awfully long time
I’m anxious to get back to reading
To see what you all have to say
If it’s not back soon, gonna open some wine
Oh heck, I think I will, anyway!
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
When I am about to log in
That remind me
Never did,
I write before
About the human gallery
Here I have
A decent group of people
Who stays skeptic
Let their
Charm prevailed
As an unveiled glory
With the virtue of silence
To me,
Everyone here,
A limited edition
Inside the gravity of wonder
Enjoyed your presence
Always you will be, as
An epitome of decency
If it is real.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
This is the story
Of a Truck driver
Who never stops driving
Unwillingly he lives on the road
Hoping he will find love in motion
He wasn't looking to love someone else
He is searching love for himself
And at the same time
He is running from feelings
Running from the hurts
He should be told
He carries it on every road
That head that tells him
O! Truck driver
navigate left away from tragic street
For twenty four years
And yet today
He is still driving
Hoping the road will teach him
To love himself again
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Silent friends
Carefree Strangers
Online/Offline
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
We’re both predator wolves
Who found the prey insight
Ready to satisfy our hungers
From the fields of delight
So come get closer
And don’t fight your urges
Feast from this body of mine
Before your fire submerges
If temptations overtook
To **** me alive
I will let you enjoy it
For I don’t want to survive
Let’s devour each other
And satisfy our needs
And burn like wildfire
Until our luscious flames cedes
Waste not more time
Whilst standing naked
Nothing is left, to shy away from
For we are already wicked
I would let your body tingle
Caressed with mine
As I taste you slowly
like a brand new wine
@jobiranyc (10/23/2017)
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
Some people climb social media mountain
and post photo of them on top for all to see.
I just be chilling phone-off on third floor
apartment porch,
walking down staircase to ground level
down sidewalk
beneath stone high rise, winter sky,
gas station coffee in hand, face buried in non-face book
about those sleepless mountain climbers above.
I cross street as they tread slopes like high wire walkers,
and I'm walking onto this train as they make tracks,
breathing in the Views gained from the heights
to which they've climbed as I yawn
on subway car underground and recline
unseen beneath hoodie,
them racing to the top
and me coasting south, still in book,
flipping non-web page to next chapter
of them turning to look down at the crowds below
and the tracks they made
as if imprinting their story in the blank pages of the snow.
My stop arrives,
so I tuck away book unfinished in backpack
while they hike onward up Facebook wall
and continue stamping marks on snowy phone screen in darkness,
as I brush past them on street level thru city night unnoticed,
and their eyes squint back in pursuit of the likes of me and the gazes of strangers the morning they return from king of hill conquest, welcomed by followers of their stories waiting to be liked and loved.
The likes of me walk on back up to third floor apartment,
book shelved,
dreams of mountains blurred in the chill
of morning fog on the window,
in the freeze of internet page on the. screen.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
I've been walking down a road of thumb tacks
Each fowl word and evil glance they give
Sticks into your Human flesh.
You try and lift up your head.
But, their judgment crown of thorns cuts to streams of blood.
As my tourmented soul wishes for the relief of being dead.
Drying tears of emptiness of the lack of supporters by your side.
You scream, aloud, due to years of useless torment, yet not one ear ever hears.
You fear you'll be preyed upon by the packs of emotional wolves waiting for you to just make one simple mistake.
They attack you in numbers.
Tearing your soul's flesh to shreds
As you fear your life is a useless spot taken.
You feel like a joke.
The more the predators lurk like vultures in the desert....
Onward you walk in a barren land not fitting in for some odd defined reasoning.
You lose your strength to go on.
The bullies have battered your head in....
Like a boxer....you are too punch drunk to think.
As your sanity is tested by ice you walk upon that's mighty thin.
"Watch how you walk"
One false move.....you fall into frozen and cold waters.
You shall freeze to death from backs that turn away...
Turning once warm and sweet air to a dark and bitter air .
frozen to cold.
Dying,slowly, alone, would anyone care to rescue a battered and now shivering soul.....
After the bullies forced you to fit into "their version of Society's "
Mold.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 7:40 AM UTC
You disappeared.
I thought I was to be invited to a funeral.
But I would never attend.
Because I would have already gone.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC