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732 · Jun 2016
Maybe
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
beautiful ones are not yet
born not only because ugly ones
are not yet dead but also
because Born ones are
not yet beautiful
and the dead
ones are not
yet ugly...
Maybe!!
729 · Aug 2015
LOUD THINKING
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
I don't want to crush the lost but beautiful juncture
They are a frame of melancholy but I still want to remember
Lke pricking my own shattered heart aiming to puncture
All these years for a once glowing but now rotten ember

Maybe I'm so used to the sweet pain of desolation
That it now all feels like mere momentary solitude
Sort of being addicted to the stench of the unbearable situation
Yet preferring to surf the fatal waves of self condemnation rather than intrude

Maybe I can walk away now,this very minute
I could develop large wings of freedom and flap away
Cause it ***** being in this cold dark cave and I mean it
I feel tired of trying to keep my monstrous passion at bay

Probably I'm the reason I haven't got any ground
Intentionally lost because I don't want to be found
729 · Sep 2016
Post To be
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2016
Forever's a burden that none deserves to bear alone...
I wanted to share it with you, i waited for the perfect moment
to let you know but sadly I lost you with the winds of the wait,
patience was my biggest mistake,
the worst business I ever invested in because
I was told patience is one of those ventures that pays...
Maybe like they famously say; not all good
business students make great business minds
and not all successful opportunities ultimately succeed.
I loved you, I love you and I believe loving you is my future career.
I know it's a tiring job but again, what job is easy?
I choose to be your slave even if you will never know for
you will always see the rays of my undying orb of affection and care,
like the evening Sun after it's been eaten by
the canker-worm of twilight,
but you might never know I am the one lighting the way.
You will always be somebody that means the planet to me,
because you and I are post to be.
729 · Jun 2015
MRS.SNAIL
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
At some point wanted
To raise a white Flag 'cause
She was much haunted
Hehe, It's getting tougher, couldn't entirely rhyme it
725 · Aug 2015
A BETTER PLACE
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
If we were courageous enough to lift the blame
After starting the spark to deal with the flame
If we were weak enough to fight for success
And strong enough to admit our failures
If we were blind enough to feel for others
Or had a perfect vision to be as kind as mothers
If we were hopeless enough to search and find
Or filled with hope and wisdom to be kind
If we walked slow enough to wait for the outcasts
Or ran fast enough to rescue those who hunger and thirst
If we were voiceless not to insult the defenseless
Or had loud voices to condemn the merciless
If we were too lazy to even manufacture a war glove
Or had super strength to truly make love
If we didn't have the knowledge to fly into space
And rather worked our fingers to the bone to change the world
If we only rejected people for who they are not
And accepted all of us for who we are,black or white,Afro or bald
If the entire human race in unity signed a peace note
The world would be by far a better place
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
There was a sky that was always blue
loved by the Sun for all she spoke was true
a big beautiful blue sky, every heart would sigh
albeit at times the clouds of envy would make her cry
that sky which was true, big beautiful and blue
Tried Edgar Lear style
724 · Jun 2016
Jobs
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
That keep me too busy to write
are mere survival mechanisms
but not careers to me...
those won't see me for long
after all poetry's my life...
I'm made for words and so
I refuse to get caught up
making a living without
living my make...
723 · May 2016
Hope You Know
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
The stars were mesmerising until I saw you
the moon was gorgeous until I saw your eyes
the ocean was vast until I knew your heart
the sun was bright until I saw you smile
sky was deep until I ventured in your thoughts
prior your lips sweet were wines and whiskey shots
the road was long and tiring until we walked it together
the future was unclear, but now I clearly see forever
Tigers and lions were graceful before your bask
truth was a dream because everyone wore a mask
drums were breathtaking until I caught the rhythm of your pulse
and many things only got better as they got worse
Days were too long, I was too weak and now I'm strong
only nothing felt right while all else felt wrong
the coliseum was magnificent until I encountered your soul
the pyramids are wonderful but your friendship beats them all
blankets were warm until the welcome of your arms
I believed not in magic until I got enchanted by your charms
honey was that sweet until we kissed and dated
outstanding with a shine of a caged canary
you came into my life and my weight was lifted...
until I met you every Lass and amour were ordinary
723 · May 2015
EVERYONE'S HURTING
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
There are no answers
In these stanzas
Neither incarnation
Nor inspiration

No soothing word
No good, no bad
Not a single joke
Or remedy for block

There's no sweetener
Like a listener
But there's no ear
Around here

There's no room for hate
No time to contemplate
Otherwise I'd write
Perfectly to evade spite

Believe me you there's no time
Not enough to sweetly rhyme
Yet I have always tried
Rather than shy away and hide

There's no solid hope
But I refuse to stop
The top gets higher
Yet I refuse to tire

There's no peace
Not a single piece
Not a single soul is
Finding total solace

There's no tomorrow
It isn't assured
No permanent joy or sorrow
No deep wound scar-less cured

Everything is nothing
Anytime is no time
Everywhere there's crime
'Cause everyone's hurting
720 · Apr 2016
My Words on The Menu
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I woke up this morning and asked myself this question
How far have I gone on the avenue of moving on?
I got no immediate reply but then when I stood by the window pane
the fingers of dawn were still desperately seeping through
the spaces where you used to stand and hugging the cold bed.
the curtains swung in mutiny blown by angry winds
winds which hitherto our break up gracefully lifted your brunette hair
I walked out and even the door creaked in mockery of my loneliness
and guess what happened when I looked back!
your beautiful pillows were more red than burning charcoal
my eyes hurt at the light the Sun shot, I had to blink
the usually harmless orange orb was harshly telling me to think
I ignored the concerns of all these guys for it was my life
not for the curtain or the rays through the window pane
the pillows, the doors and the cold bed knew nothing about my pain
so I walked back to the sink and washed my face
and the splashing sounds seemed to echo, my home's like my heart
without you there's a void, my home's an empty place
couldn't ignore my ears, unlike others,they were here right from the start
they know the truth like my eyes, nose and lips
my eyes grudgingly shut missing the touch of your palms
my tongue touched my lips trying to restore their faith
even the touch of my tongue didn't feel close to your wine kisses
so I ultimately got my reply, I am still limpid and in pieces
your closet still carries everything you left
the kitchen still clatters calling out your name
I redid the walls but with even the smell of fresh paint
I assure nothing changed, everything's still the same
in the night I freeze clutching at the monsters of your absence
with ravenous longing and burning desire that could start a fire
tears crawl out my eyes in devastation to burn out the flame
I haven't moved on,not a single step from that day
my feet are liquid with the heat of defeat and remorse
arms paralysed by coldness for my fingers miss the warmth of yours
the spaces asking for soft fingers that fitted between perfectly
the skies of my soul have been cloudy since, my eyes do the rain
big boys don't cry yet I can't make every tear disappear
that can't happen unless you return, unless you're right here
I know I said I wouldn't miss you,I was wrong
without you I'm but rubble and shards, I'm eating my words
so please come home, come back where you belong
I won't move on,yet behind is where my beautiful future lies
I miss the whispers, I'm fed up of nightmares and whimpers
I promise forever if you return, no more goodbyes,
just a white dress and a ring,I promise the isles,
come home my love, you're the home, you're my wife.
718 · Sep 2015
SILENT SCREAMS
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
There are times, like a bee life's got to sting
When we look in the wild and only thorns we see
Deaf to the beautiful songs the Nightingale will sing
We weren't taught how to swim yet this life is a Sea
Sometimes we wish its just a song that'll beautifully come to end
Yet it keeps playing on and flowing like a river or stream
We try to fit in for emotional safety but succeed in failing to blend
We pray for an escape as we silently scream
Can you tell the difference between reality and fiction?
Is never forgiving time and stopping to believe a crime?
Is it a fault to render it an unfair jurys Diction?
Isn't that similar to forcing every poem to rhyme?
There's a song that we sung when we still hoped
And our shattered hearts still sing even if our mouths stopped
718 · Jan 2016
I WAS YOU
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2016
I lived in greatest of expectation
Wished I'd find one to share my grief
Someone to understand my situation
And I ultimately found her,to my relief

I was you
So obsessed with the pleasure I found
To her control where I was bound
So cultured to having her around
Lost in conversation, love as common ground


I was you
I trusted without asking
Yes,it was really tasking
loved like there's no hurting
Held on like we was never parting
Kissed deeply and memorably
Embraced tightly and inevitably
Lost it all,as I vividly recall

I was you
When the love became history
yet I couldn't solve the mystery
when all I tried to say only irritated
and the warmth of her evaporated

I was you
when my tears flowed like a stream
and I just couldn't bear the steam
when scary was every dream
I wouldn't survive an hour it'd seem


I was you
I watched blindly as days went by
Even my tears said goodbye
my eyes bloodshot and dry
like I was doing **** and sky high

I was you
when aches became my pleasure
And with loneliness I spent my leisure
When mistakes cost me my treasure
was told for memories time's the only eraser

I was you
when I was axed and "vexed"
and no one else worked
for my moods were a pendulum
and moving on an extra curriculum
when I wanted to see her in the next
and I would still call her and text


I was you
I was empty for I had lost a universe
she was in every song and every verse
threw away chances,missed every pass
ignored the glances,a man under a curse

I was you
but one day I started to rebuild
I was tired of looking back
and needed to get back on track
I started to count my blessings and luck
To see the much I have over the little I lack


I was you
But self actualisation came with time
a long time of wandering lost
years of being dead to life and living a ghost
of thinking letting go was a crime
when I gave up forever and ceased to be blind
placed pieces of my heart in a bag and let reign my mind

I was you
when I wouldn't live without her
and I reopened every healed scar
when I felt that if it wasn't her it wasn't love
until I realised we only lose what we don't deserve


I was you
Till I believed I could find myself again
that if I couldn't overcome I could live with the pain
when I forgot the innocence and embraced the stain
and instead of crying I started dancing in the rain
I was you
717 · Jun 2015
UNTOLD COMMANDMENTS
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
He knows no truth he who never lied
For how can he know what's lie or truth?
He who never died has never lived
For he who has lived has died
He knows not real joy if he never cried
For after the tears comes the reality of joy
Expect them who broke rules to abide
For unlike the meek,have nothing to hide
Those who have won will win again
For they know the reality of glory
While failures will fail again and again
'Cause they are already used to the story
Yes, fools they say never learn
Why?Wise men of today never teach
You don't play with fire you'll not burn
But we get to know by the boundaries we breach
Who know spectate,who don't are on pitch
Sometimes, hard to tell Bull from the *****
People learn the rules to know the cracks
And those are the point they hit to break them
Not guilty these days doesn't mean innocent
The boundaries of law can be stretched and bent
If you have to embezzle, take billions
Otherwise steal chicken and you'll be fed to lions
To be continued...
716 · Jun 2015
SHE AIN'T YOU
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
I broke up with her
It wasn't easy but I did it
You was the one I loved from the go
It was just hard to tell the difference
And you said nothing about it
She loved me as much as I love you
This I say not to make you guilty
I just want you to see the depth of my sacrifice
She drinks a lot, but you don't-she even smokes
She has no passion for my art and poetry
Yet all you asked for was my next piece
And my next and I gave it to you as you pleased
She might have your eyes but she ain't you Lizz
She might have that graceful walk
Yet you're so special just the way you talk
I broke up with her and I'm sorry it was Easter
I had to do it even if she's your twin sister
I just hope your sympathy for her isn't more than our love
For It's all I'm counting on right now, It's all I have
714 · Mar 2016
Crazy Obsession
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
I should erase this number after all you don't pick up my calls
rip out this heart,because I'm fed up of its unnecessary falls
I should abandon this place, there's nothing left
death could bring me rest cause I haven't slept of late
it was crazy to think your ****** character could turn soft
if I pushed hard enough and kept my hopes aloft
I was insane to convince myself someday I'll be good enough
to believe there was soft to be found in your rough
you were a wave fated to shutter and
to sink my ship yet I stood my ground waiting for your wrath
it was suicide to stand in your path, you were a tornado
wonder what made me think I could make a storm chaser
even when your pride grew stronger and my zeal lesser
to think I believed the smiles I knew were fake
and posed for those photographs you lured me to take
I should rip them apart and set the pieces on fire
and in the dark serpentine smokes let go my desire
I should forget about you and get on like you never happened
put up walls again, heal what were scars now wounds reopened
I was so foolish to allow you become my obsession
but sometimes I wish you had understood my stupidity
even if I'm kinda overcoming these addictive emotions
714 · Dec 2015
TIDES
Ignatius Hosiana Dec 2015
As the tides wash in,I hope they bring you in hand
But as I cling to the waves all I hold is sand
I've tried to forget that you was once in my grip
But it just can't happen when everyday is a trip
Down memory lane, everyday a struggle against going insane
As winds violently blow and the palms sway
I wish they are hard enough to blow you my way
The Sun rises at dawn but it hasn't been as cute as when you was my own
Guess after opening my heart to you there's no way I'm closing it
And second chance won't feel as special as the first time we met
I'd open up my arms soon as you say you want another try
I'd give you the millionth chance even if it makes us cry
We was born without a guide maybe we'd learn from slipups
I hear you moved on for you ain't gonna bear with hiccups
I'm almost sure you haven't forgotten what we shared
No point in erasing memories of times when we cared
I was hit hard, the insane that I grew close to a ******
Think rushing into another's arms is escape rather than reward
Otherwise why did you flee when we met on the streets
Why cannot you face me,it's you who called it quits?
Anyway lots going on in my life I might never understand
I still dream about you leaning on me holding my hand
This is not about to happen and I doubt it might ever do
Albeit it'll never be someone else, I'm always for you
Too blinded by my emotions towards you to see
The tides come in, the tides go out but I still wait by the sea
713 · Mar 2016
CRUMBLING PILLARS
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
she didn't look back to see the tears as they crawled
or my tired fingers that snapped with a click
she didn't look to see my trousers high rolled
or my cheeks turn pink especially the left that did twitch
but I wanted her to do it so that I would see her last look
needing to know her final description in our book
I needed to see the reality of how our radar gets shredded
and how she was holding that moment I dreaded
there were questions in my heart that one glance
should have answered like whether there would be another chance
I was sick watching her leave as I grieved
I tried so hard to disguise that I was weak from disbelief
was it all a lie, was that the sour taste that seasoned goodbye?
was the tree not deep enough in ground that it had to die
simply due to the drought of a few weeks doubt?
she didn't look back even when she reached the last bend
that would our visibility totally end
yet I still told myself she would, that we weren't done
as I sat down torn between running
after her or just looking on at a heart burn
with untold fires of rage, and murderous yearning
maybe I should have followed her and begged some more
but if a week wasn't enough to do it could a minute avert her 'No'?
it was a blunt knife plunged to the hilt into my flesh
and mercilessly twisted for me to have a maximum feel
it was spittle right onto my favourite dish when I've starved over a month
it was a cancer at it's last stages slowly eating me away
wanting to chew over and over the little flesh
left on my feeble bones to mere pulp
or a noose helplessly ******* out the little life left
and I wishing I didn't kick the support under my feet
beckoning someone to come to my rescue and cut the rope
but the gnawing tightness around my neck stealing my desperate cry
and even after that bend I still adorably saw her right there
I saw her close to me and I saw her everywhere
how could I not see her everywhere when for years
she was my pillar, my strength and palm that wiped my tears?
I fell back to the ground and looked straight to the afternoon sun
without blinking,all my existence in ecstasy
and in the nothingness I knew that was the last dot
of happiness in my lifetime I would ever see
And as I in vain implored myself to be strong
I only grew weaker wondering what really went wrong
711 · Sep 2018
You
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2018
You
Did something a thousand
poems had failed to do,
you healed me
709 · Jan 2018
You
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2018
You
Loved
the
loss,
I
lost
the
love.
You*
moved
on,
Am
still
on
the
move.
Ignatius Hosiana May 2017
I will fly like I won't ever fall
Then I might fall so hard like I won't ever fly again...
but then out of that ash of pain
I will rise...
I will sleep and dream of a forever with you
yet in the wake of reality I will open my eyes
to the dead fantasies you thought would come true
I will love so passionately like it will last ..
then I will hate you like you didn't even exist...
yet the more my repulsion the harder I'll be for you to resist
your beautiful big heart will develop a crack
and like any jewel suffer the loss of its worth
for my life ain't a straight path;
you will get lost trying to keep track
none will locate the old you, some things we never find...
I am an alloy of mean and kind
I see so much invisibles albeit am blind
I am a past in tomorrow, you are a future left behind...
I will fly like I might never perch
and you will have no other choice but to watch
but always remember, it won't be your fault
I am the constructive hurricane that's twisted
a saccharine that's filled with salt
which you will derail while trying to save from being wasted
because you just can't guess I am a mess
a mess beyond your grace
I will fly like I won't ever fall
that'll be the beginning of the end of it all
so I'll apologize even before your world falls apart
even before I grow wings and hit the sky
before I even master the art of flap and fly
Am sorry I am going to break your heart
708 · Jul 2015
LET TODAY BE THE DAY
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
Hey the one for me, if you're out there
Just wanted to say I'm tired of waiting
You might not realize how much I care
And soon droping levels to despairing

If you are on foot somewhere walking
Please I think It's time to run or drive
Yeah, I'm tired of hearing others talking
That surely someday soon you'll arrive

My heart is too busy fighting to find peace
And my poor Soul's caught in the cross fire
My cracked lips long for a drop of a kiss
They're dried by the sun of hopeless desire

So if you're driving to reach here someday
Grow wings and fly to make today the day
707 · Jul 2016
Red Lights
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
I seldom let people in too deep but
I've let you venture deeper than
even those who let people in let
them cross...& now I'm afraid you
might get caught trying to melt the
snow in my soul, attempting to
bring spring and when the ice
walls of my emotion come
crumbling, your heart might
be crushed by the frigid rubble...
I'm afraid you'll get caught in
the crossfire of my intra-conflicts...
I'll be more shattered knowing I
fractured the wings of a beautiful
bird & never forgive myself for it...
So stop digging. You're already
beyond the depth
whence you should
be wallowing. Don't
tackle my darkness,
stay close to the light
where you can locate
your bearing easily
when the monsters rise
and run to safety, where
you can scream to reason
for help when the creepers
of passion locomote for you.
Stop digging, venomous fangs
might crawl out... after all you've
seen all the ambiance there's in
my soul. There's nothing beyond
this point much as you still have
strength of optimism to dig deeper.
707 · May 2017
Glass of My Heart
Ignatius Hosiana May 2017
I'd write a thousand poems, but you'd still be my favorite piece
I'd osculate a thousand lips and you'd remain my best kiss
I'd run many other races but wish you were the price
for you are the face I'd want to see if my life were a dice
I'd meet the greatest of angels, flowers of beautiful scent
but you'd remain my favorite Heaven sent
I'd make billions from discovery along the thread of time
yet you'd remain the most cherished even without a dime
I'd travel this whole world and you'd still be my dream destination...
I'd eat all food there's on earth, none would be as special
I'd find pearls and rubies and all treasures of the old
yet you would still be a treasure to me greater than gold
I'd read all novels there are and it's our story I'd wish may unfold
I'd let the glass of my heart fall and shutter just to yours hold
and if I had to choose between life and your love
I'd comfort you with the very last inhalation I'd have...
hoping that soon as my eyes are closed your hurt would heal
That's how much you mean to me, and always will...
706 · Feb 2016
WOUNDED COB
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2016
There's a bird in the sky that's weeping
a cold none seems comfortable with
there's a stinging cold of despair sweeping
so bad every smoker yearns for ****

there's a light that's behind the dark
battling to find her way to the shine
to sublime the monsters that lurk
and color with joy them that whine


there's a road that goes and never ends
there's a peace seated in the laps of war
a fatal enemy the world gladly befriends
because fairness and justice are no more*

there's an innocent cob wounded under a palm tree
a graceful wounded calf called my country
706 · Nov 2015
RAIN
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2015
You're the hard ground and I'm the rain
Gladly falling for you, ignoring the pain
Could've stayed in the sky at cloud nine
But can't stop pouring till you're soggy and mine

703 · Jun 2016
Waiting
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Am waiting for a courageous mind
who'll place her head on my chest
listen to my beating heart and hear
every truth embedded in each beat
Am waiting for a big caring heart
which'll be patient enough to tend
to every septic wound till they are
all mere scars, an appreciative eye
that can capture natural beauty
amid the twinkling stars in the sky
Am waiting for soft palms
to wipe the tears I cry
for kindness that can
make a soul sigh
not for perfection,
I just want
someone
true.
703 · Jun 2016
My Best Poem
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
my best poem was meeting you
my favourite was kissing you
my saddest, letting go of you
my worst is thirstily missing you
and wishing you were still the
smile I wake to everyday*
Getting over you is that
hard piece I might
never write
but if I do
will weave it
within the story
of my life to always remind
myself that even the hardest
of hurdles can be overcome
If I write this piece I'll write
any other including the one
where I move into another's
arms without fearing the end
the one where albeit the likely
pain, I place myself on the shelf
& hand out my broken heart again
703 · Mar 2016
What Hurts Less?
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Heartbreak
                         or
                            Loneliness?
702 · Apr 2016
Don't
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
give
your
heart
to
anyone
or
anything
unless
they
are
worth
your
hurt
702 · Mar 2016
Pleasure & Pain
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
with the blinding shine of the moon and sparkle of the star
the addictive might and strength of a real dancer
the captivating yet lacerating stare of a monster
in addition to a darkness and allure of a necromancer
You ravenously feed on my bones and thirsty drink my blood
infesting my humble heart,we're perilously Bonnie and Clyde
imbibing the fatal malignant rad of your bad
right on the craggy banister of enchantment as we glide
Chain me in the celestial hell of your carte Blanche
adulterate your amorous lips and kiss me with contagion
bequeath the vertigo of pleasure in an avalanche
and ship me across River Styx, I'll discover serene in oblivion
grapnel my flesh and rip my soft skin as I  relish being slain
plunge your sledgehammer and bring me the joie de vivre of pain
698 · Mar 2018
Don't
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2018
worry so much about life, ultimately... every piece falls in its own place.
It's rough sometimes, it's sad when life doesn't play by your rules
but at such time you gotta remember that
even against rocks, rapids and falls, against violent fountains,
going with the flow is what helped the river find the ocean
where the waters are more Peaceful and calm...
698 · Jul 2019
Depth
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2019
Even the napkins that wiped the tears
can't really measure the depth of my melancholy since I cried even after
the tears were dry and even more
when I learnt to smile through it.
696 · Aug 2016
Ejaculation
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
Destiny's like ******* and
Life the Game of ***...
you may delay but can't
stop what's fated to ***...
694 · May 2016
Go For Gold
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
If you are bound to quit,
you shouldn't have started
for much as reaching here
is a milestone,
the
medal
lies
across
the
finishing
line...
692 · Apr 2016
Your Pieces
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I missed your poems and their beautiful eloquence
their smooth touch penetrating the walls of my conscience
I missed how they mutely speak and silently shout
out answers to my puzzles leaving me without a doubt

the numbing vividness of your darkness and light
the harmonic tone that steals every plight
your touching free verse like the owl misses the night
or like the sky in the night misses the pride of the kite


I missed the sumptuous confidence you portray
while questioning why it's the good people that life does betray
the little twists and turns, highs and lows
the scalds and burns, sarcastic arrows and bows

I missed the vocabulary which makes me scratch my brain
the pattering fall of letters dripping down my screen like rain
and the exceptional comic yet saddening stanzas
of structurally constructed pieces like paintings on canvas


I missed the flow of your torments on paper
tear after tear, weaving a mat of fury without losing grip
year after year, serenely reflecting the turbulent vapour
rising out of your heart pen ward pen ward and lip

I missed your pieces like the a refugee misses home
fatigued and desperate in foreign lands while they roam
physically and emotionally shredded,dead at heart
loathing, resentment coming thrown at them like the dart


I missed your art like the sand misses foot prints after waves
like those gone lie lonely forgotten in their graves
like lovers torn apart by destiny miss their kisses
I missed you,and your raw honest pieces
690 · Apr 2016
We All Have
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
roads to take
places to go
people to meet
and shuffle to feet

we all have
hellos to say
moments to pray
cradle and grave
paths to pave

we all have
Hearts to break
Hours to wake
puzzles to try
and planes to fly

we all have
boats to row
emotions raw
Highs and lows
profits and loss

We all have
oceans to cross
closures, new doors
Dye to toss
Hammers and crows

We all have
problems to solve
push to shove
people to love
the dreams we have

we all have
laces to shoe
**** we've been through
cypher to construe
me and you

we all have
duties to do
689 · Jun 2015
YES, I LEARNT MY LESSONS
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
Cause if It's moving on
Go with my blessings
And if It's holding on
Hold on to the lessons
If It's fighting
Fight the devil inside
And if It's taking
Take time to decide
Yesterday I was in a funeral
My hopes just died
I lost my control
And my mind did glide
If It's pushing
Keep pushing further
I ain't gonna bother
After all you told your brother
It's now another  
If It's forgiveness
I forgave you acted reckless
With my feelings
With your heartless dealings
Don't try to mend the promises you fractured
I'm taking on better trends
Of having just friends
I saw broken guns
Of a war lost, a period wasted
I've counted all my losses
For billion emotions I invested
But that's business
The risk is the essence
Sometimes losses, sometimes profits
Yeah love is real
Just because you turned out
different don't make it nonsense
And such is life,
You can't wholly trust people
Yet everyone is people
I do rap too...But in my room :D
I'm junk of all trades
Scoring mediocre grades
688 · Jun 2016
Cast Away
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
By arms that were home
a door through poetry opened
prior my knock
And I realised
that things we loathe sometimes
**** monsters inside

I once hated her
but poetry led me home when
all was done for me
For this reason I
do walk with her wherever,
Poetry is my life

Gorgeous though she
may not seem to so many
she's world to me
687 · May 2019
Craving
Ignatius Hosiana May 2019
I start each day craving the night
and every dusk clutching to the light...
685 · May 2015
THE GOODBYE THAT HURT ME
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
This hate desert was once a place where love reigned
A life shattered was whole ,clean, un-stained  
This skin was once smooth without a single scar
My cloudy life was a clear sky hardly lacking a star
My journey was once an inspiration that stirred faith
It was joy but now feels like death
My future was a place where ripe promise draped
Before my beautiful butterfly escaped
My past,a melancholy history book with tattered pages
Yet magically each page fixed It's crumpled edges
Right before your departure, before my spirit died
Time was a rollercoaster and we were thrilled to ride
Peace was the rising sun casting her rays through the curtains
And your embrace more comforting than mittens
Days were longer while you lingered in my head
But nights brief with your body close by on my bed
We were warm from January all year to december
Hard to believe the joy makes me cry to remember
Looking at those moments we gladly had together
I feel we deserved to flow past rapids and falls to forever
Like the Nile all way to "happily-ever-after" Delta
For an ending, think we probably deserved better
I still strongly doubt it was all but sweet true lies
Only the last hurt me among our many goodbyes
684 · Mar 2016
So
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
So
I can't promise the world will never come between us
but whenever that happens, I promise to kick it's ***
681 · Jun 2016
The Race
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
always ends where it started
& starts right where it ended
679 · Apr 2015
FRAGRANCE IN MY CLOSET
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
I know I'll never have you again
'Cause you're not the same
Person but that doesn't cure my pain
It's a shame
I know we couldn't last forever
I know I was such a baby
And you was so soon a lady
I know I soon fell out of favor
I know you played me so much
Broke up someday in March
I know you moved on so fast
I know you left me with thirst
You're lips were red wine
I know they were sweet
For a butterfly I met on the Street
I know sometimes I crossed the line
Together all our dawns were roseate
I know yours is the fragrance in my closet
I know you were as soft as wool
I know our love was a rough course
You think you feel no remorse
I know you see this as Bull'
I know that you covered up with lies
In the name of a weakness for my eyes
I know you always hugged me tight
Only when we'd had a fight
I know I still love you lots
'Cause you're the constant variable in my thoughts
I know you know all that and more
I know you know I know you know
679 · Aug 2016
We are the Universe
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
People are not always what you see...
humanity is beyond visual, yet above the mental...
Humanity is a universe, with sands on beaches,
stars in the skies, truth and lies, different planets and galaxies...
Humanity is moons and moons and moons...
but most of all, humanity is you... So to judge me better,
look within you and judge yourself rather than what you see or hear... you are human, so  am I...
I am you, you are me... we are the universe...
678 · May 2017
We Had Big Dreams
Ignatius Hosiana May 2017
You're free to claim what life's giving you is meager
but we all know life ain't all the cause ******
Like the dying chain smoker cursing the cigar
yet it's obvious the bullet ain't to blame but the hand behind that trigger
you can cry foul, call her a ***** and gold digger
like at the touch of treasure in her Allan's wicker your pickle didn't grow bigger
like you didn't play in dirt with barefoot, loathe the jigger...
you can wait for answers or go seek out for them with vigor
You may keep on chasing shadow instead of figure
Growing up to the adults maybe we could've been less eager
if we only knew there was bitter to that sugar...
we had big dreams, I wanted to be an Author, she'd marry Bieber
she settled for a lad who loves her less than he loves liquor
she was sweet, but to his tongue the better was the bitter
and his thirst grew rocketing him to gallons from litre
and well, the apart twixt me and my dream is canyoning quicker
We was all reaching for the stars with glitter
we all wanted to be saints than sinners like Peter
but then you know life's turns at a complex angle theta
You don't always get to your dreams or maybe you do if you ain't no quitter...
So keep shooting for the stars even when left with a single bullet
chase after paper till you can fill beyond your wallet...
and when you buy the shoe remember all you once had was a slipper
so that you can even go harder, and be a lifetime seeker...
and when you land on the moon you didn't fail, be strong
you just found the destination whence you belong...
678 · Aug 2015
BALLAD OF THE DYING DUSK
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
I could still hear the humming in the darkness
Of twilight with a touch of ruby from dying dusk
It wasn't something that to know you had to ask
I was in love with her eyes that twitched with star like uniqueness


He was a gamble I always wanted to make
Even if all odds in the book said different
They said my heart would eventually break
But greened off their warnings with a leaf pigment

Saying hallo was something hard to come by
Since I knew it all comes wrapped in goodbye
But with her it was as if a swirling force field pushed me to try
When her teary eyes suddenly started to cry

To be honest seeing him stare at me filled with fear
Filled my Soul with a chilling emotion I couldn't fathom
And flooded my eyes couldn't see clear
And he stood in fixation up my shirt button

I smiled trying to submerge the submarine of despair
And shifted my eyes from her ******* to her shoes
Triggering a deeper fascination for she had a beautiful pair
Henceforth could not cut my nervousness loose  

They say let the prince charming do all it takes
To secure his heart what for it desires
But watching his trembling fingers and body shakes
I was compelled to help my warewolf deal with his fool moon fires

Haven't set eyes on such a fair skin and face like sunrise
Probably since the dawn of mine eyes
What little does my mind to bring forth thee better speech
And I rice farmer in the swamp of foolishness,nervousness being the leech

Alas! Weep not your stolen speech if thou sayest facts
For what maiden alive would not slay but love
To witness such mesmerizing but charming acts
Which my scarred heart doth not deserve?

Be not unfair to thyself fair one for flowers bloom
At sunshine of your beauty quick as they manifest afore a bride and groom
Matching down the Holy Isle after they art vowed
Thou deserve more for like petals of roses thou art endowed
Just an incomplete sketch, gonna edit and if someone is in for a collaboration, especially if you know Elizabethan English, cool with me, they told me people have started stealing good pieces from HP, well, was abit discouraged but realized when a piece of art is stolen, it simply implies It's perfect.
678 · Nov 2017
Dying and Living
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2017
Dying is silence
Living is a voice
Dying is dust
Living is a muck
Dying is the end
Living the betwixt
Dying is solace
living is a battle
Dying is a ship
Living is her shuttle
Dying is the object
Living is a shadow
Dying is a destination
Living is the journey
Dying is a night
Living is the moon
Dying is the dusk
Living her mellow
Dying is the answer
Living a question we never ask
Dying is everything
That makes living feel like nothing
as Dying is a must
Living is a choice
678 · May 2017
Against the Flow
Ignatius Hosiana May 2017
Ultimately, I want to prove my younger self was right to dream big
to swim in phantasmal fantasies of wines albeit the absence of a single fig
to think of driving the wall Street whilst barely floating the dusty street...
that he was right to build castles in this cyclo charged air,
and in the end I wanna be proud of the foundations I put up...
working tirelessly to meet those castles, never giving up.
I want to look back with pride of never ceasing to dare...
I just want to eagerly peer back at my perspiration
and tell not sad tales but those of great inspiration
of not only the shaky bridges there were, the hails and storms
but of how I withered, of how bare I walked roads with thorns.
I want to congratulate me for dreaming without sleep...
in the end, for climbing on and on, no matter how steep...
the cliffs of life proved to be, I want to look back and smile
at the millions of good deeds,
as part of great memories I sowed midst perilous weeds
in the end, I don't want to have so many regrets
I want my name written in the stars along the twinkling greats
in the end I want to be remembered for walking the extra mile
it's easy to be that lad the universe easily forgot
when the tsunami wave blew along as soon as death
sighed and took in a gluttonous deep breath
it's hard to be the greatest of all time, the GOAT
but I'd rather be proud of myself for trying and failing
in the end, rather than even failing to try
ultimately, I'd rather bear scars of attempting a fly in the high
than surrendering to life in the pits of low...
it didn't matter how long it took, fast or slow
I just want to be proud of me for going against the flow
whether small or as wide as a container lorry
no worries, I just need some story of my glory...
"He didn't shine so bright though",
I want them to say in the end, "but few will forget his glow"...
that's why I work my fingers to the bone
to move my city from my town and turn my dusk to a dawn...
In the end, this life goes so fast so snappy
but as I out grow this world, I wanna look back and be happy.
Ultimately...
678 · Mar 2016
You Just Have To Believe
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
All of us are entitled to dying
But not all of us smell that sweet
scent of living.
so let's try to live while we can instead of
worrying about death after all we must die
All of us must fall hard and wreck but few of us shall rise
so let's rise while we can,before gravity makes the call
All of us must grieve but not all shall smile
so let's stretch that laugh while we have it to a mile
All of us must hurt ,a small number will pleasure
so while we are at it let it be a wide measure
All of us must labour yet not all will leisure
So always find sometime,treat yourself as a treasure
All of us are entitled to vile but few can truly love
few give their heart that which they deserve
All of us are destined to hurt but few of those will heal
be among the few who after they scar won't suffer still
All are young but not all see old,not all mature
so live while you're young, tomorrow isn't sure
all must journey yet not all in the walk will reach
make adventure of your travel, it's the peach
all must work their *** off but few will grow rich
appreciate your worth, ambition will throw you in a ditch
all will compete for the prize but one will win
appreciate you tried, win or lose the globe will spin
all must hear but not all will listen
ride with the few cause the hearing are missing
All must sin believe me but few feel remorse
you too can find a place in your heart to repent of course
All of us must sow but a few of us will reap
we must keep sowing,we should keep herding our sheep
all of us are talented,sadly few will find mention
keep trying,go for goal, you might as well attract attention
all of us are entitled to dying but I've seen some live
you too can do it,you just have to believe
678 · Jul 2015
WORTHY OF PAIN
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
I know you're going to hurt me
I know I should not trust you
I know you're just wasting my time
I know all of it is one **** golden lie
I shouldn't mention you in my rhyme
'Cause you're just gonna make me cry
Mine's an asset,your Heart's just debenture
I know being with you's a very risky venture
I know you are after something,you'll leave
It's just so clear that I shouldn't trust you
Yeah, I should walk away rather than grieve
Later,when my Soul's been crushed by you
I know you fake smiles but you don't care
I know there's a bad blood you bear
And I'm just one of your vengeance pawns
To win the one for whom your heart longs
I know you would die to get your prince
Charming,like you've always referred to him since
I know you'll throw me into a very deep pit
I know I'm being hood-winked by you
Yet I know I still...I still...I still love you
Even if you hurt me,the pain'll be worth it
Love will always hurt, I read somewhere,best thing to do is find someone worth your tears
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