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Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
As long as you're in my life I'll always be fine
You're the drug I need for my sores to heal
So I can as well get as many sores because I have you
You caution me against getting addicted to you but
I can't help it...you're really such a sweet person...
I have no choice... I enjoy you...you speak to my heart...
your words cover up my wounds and your soft voice steals my pain...
I really don't care about the end because the now is
and will always be a thing I live to remember...
whatever the end sweet or bitter, grotesque or beautiful I'll abide by it
otherwise thank you for this moment, for enduring my desperation and cries...
Thank you for finding and not giving up on me...
I think I should be more grateful for I'm like the trenches,
I might be channelling the waters to the drain
but you are my rain that washes me clean...
I love you more each day that goes by and I'm even afraid,
love might cease to define what I feel for you...towards us...
You've given my dark clouds a silver lining...
you've given my blemished soul a cleansing...
you've given me and my broken heart a chance to start again...
you've given me what I'd given up praying for...
the miracle of a sweet friend I can count on...
sweetness that never fades, sweetness I will always relish
you complete me and even if someday you break my heart
I will always love you... I will love you even after you forget about me
your name will go with me to the grave
for you taught me the meaning of being brave
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
I would walk a thousand miles to see you
So I've converted miles to social media hours
Because It's the only way I can say "I love you"
After all can't walk on Oceans without supernatural powers

I'd surrender mine just to hear your heartbeat
If she could be given without her skin called mortality
I'd have stars across the night to always have your sky lit
But I cannot promise dreams which stand no chance becoming reality

I'd massage every tired muscle of your fatigued heart
If the fingers of my affection could penetrate the distance
I understand,enough times before you've been hurt
But if you wasn't so far away I'd burrow through any resistance

I would bring the moon from the sky to your door
For one reason, you're a treasure I love and adore
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
you is the only tiring task
I've never wanted a rest from*
It's really difficult but
what paying job is easy?
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
I love loving you...
it has never
felt wrong.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
If turning the hands of the clocks was turning back time,
there mistakes I'd surely return to and make again for
each one of them led me here, each one made me. Each
was a stone on the foundation to meet these castles am
building... and even if am not yet there, am closing in brick
by brick, grain of sand after grain... You see, every mistake
was an opportunity for me to learn and I was a good student.
I made lots of mistakes in my life, but each one set aside the
obstacles and paved my way, that's why am still walking this
road, trying out things, making mistakes, that's how it is...
Man
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
Man
Drinketh
where
he
worketh
if
he
worketh
in
a
bar
Started managing my brother's bar...already receiving offers from the customers LoL
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Will never understand
how I feel but even
millions wouldn't
count if only you
understood
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
I'm like other guys... I drink, I
cheat, I throw tantrums, but I
want to love you anyway.
I break hearts, I've broken one
too many... yet I am asking you to
entrust your heart with me.
I'm asking you to try me, I'm not
different... I got the dude stuff
you know and somehow this isn't
just about love... albeit I hope you
can be the peg that tethers my
lust... I want you to swallow
and never spit me... I want you to
be my last... I want you to be
the lady my kids call Mama,
the very last drumbeat of karma.
I want you to be my fate, to be
family that never goes stranger...
I want you to share with me this
vaguely baked cake of the rest of
my life, I want you to be my wife
and if these words cannot prove
to you that you mean a world to
me then I'll peacefully walk away
because I know we cannot force
affairs of the heart... The Heart
cannot listen to what it doesn't
want to hear... I love you and that's
why I'm standing here... I need to
know whether I stand a chance or
not... I'm not different and I'll
never be... I just hope I'm worth
climbing thorny trees for, worth
the rough roads, worth the hills
for that's what true love is in my
bible, it's about two people holding
hands and walking past the rough
and the smooth, past the hard and
the soft, past the hills, valleys
past the winding and the straight
road, true love's combining effort
to lift the light and heavy load...
knowing that the prize of love is
having someone to share with the
good, the bad, the happy, the sad.
Am I that person you'd expect on
this lifelong journey to eternity?
will you be my honey through
bitterness of waves waiting ahead?
Will you take the discomfort of a
ring for me?
Will you marry me?
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
"When I lost him ",she said, "I thought I had lost everything Daniel.Because he meant the world to me" Pain pressed down on her chest as if it were an anchor rested there and she knew her illness was eating deeper .She paused listening to the melody of his soft breath and savoring his manly cincture. She needed more strength too and courage to at least praise him too because like her Grandfather once told her,Love is a two way street and to reach forever, both lovers must at some point take to the driving seat.
"But now, having found you my Angel, I realize compared to Paradise, the world means nothing. Heaven is all we need sometimes to forget the pain our world has caused us.I..."she stuttered in realization of the double truth she'd hinted on in her confession and in hesitation of the ultimate. "I love you Dan..."
"And I,you more " he replied but Marly wondered if it would stand when he finally learns of the bitter truth that robbed her of Jamal. She contemplated her plight with such sadness that a serpentine tears crawled out her eyes wetting his chest just as she was bleeding inside, metaphorically and literally
Just wanted my friends to see one of my stories,I write stories more, I'll call them novels if they ever reach the end. Feel free to air your opinions pals, I'll take whatever it is seriously.
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
I wish we met when her tarmac road was still mellow
Then when she still danced to the Congolese tune "Mbelo",
I wish we met when she could not stare in the eyes
Right when she was too shy to tell any lies,
I wish we met when she was still under her Mama's apron strings
So innocent, when she still trusted human beings,
I wish we met when she did church each and every Sunday
And had no thought of bearing a guilty conscience someday,
I wish we met when she saw the world for her best, not her worst
When the balloon of her ***** wasn't yet burst,
I wish we met when her future was still blinding bright
Wish I'd seen her in the dawns of her life, not the nights
When she knew no whiskeys or beers but only Fanta and Sprite
So that she wouldn't get herself in trouble and drunken fights,
I wish we met when she still had dry “unkisssed’’ lips
When she thought kisses were an unhealthy swap of saliva,
I wish we met when she hadn't developed attractive hips
When she wasn't a depressed Heart-wreck survivor,
I wish we met when she still believed in fantasy and fairy tales
And had a honest fascination for cowry shells,
I wish we met when she flamboyantly wore her natural African hair
When she still thought herself naturally beautiful and fair,
I wish we met when studies hadn't corrupted her mind and stolen all her hours
When she still smiled at the sight of frail petals of red rose flowers,
Wish we met when the movie title that described her ******* isn't “Olympus
Has Fallen”
But probably “Hard Boiled”, “Only the Strong” or “Swollen”,
I wish we met when she had faith in things like weddings, when her soul was
a spring of hope
When she hadn't lost respect for such societal norms preferring to elope,
I wish we met when she still respected danger
And risked not accepting courtesy from every rich stranger,
I wish we met when she believed true love existed in the world
Maybe then she'd believe my each and every word,
I wish we met when she still honestly needed a friend
I’m sure I’d be there to love and care for her till the end.
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2017
Maybe am crazy to think you won't break my heart
to think you came around to rectify that
to curve my world to round from the flat
maybe am crazy to once again trust my gut.

you're exactly what I've been searching for
the one to weave to back the shreds they tore
a passion that heals even my core
one like none that came before


or maybe this ends here, tonight
before it's touched by frail petals of light
like in fright a bird takes to flight
albeit it feels so right.

*can we survive the moment's sigh?
How'll we know without giving it a try?
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2017
Love is blind because
doubt killed her vision
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!!
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
Maybe I'll find you somewhere along this road
fatigued, exhausted yet still going the Toad
Like I do in sleeplessness while counting sheep
and in my freaking dreams soon as I slip into sleep
Maybe I'll find you sky high Soaring like the eagles
under the hit of excess Hennessey or wine
with a symptomatic drinking rash worse than Measles
trying to find that illusive equilibrium many call fine
starting fights and breaking bottles in bars
within and without bearing untold pain from wounds and scars
battling to dissuade desolation by pushing
out with the very rich fat bellied man driving posh cars
wearing a gorgeous mask of a smile, exasperated by whatever he does...
Maybe I'll find you locked up in a library with a pile of novels
trying to evade the absurd sting of reality, a big pile, bibles
maybe I'll find you on a boulevard lost in the labyrinth of your psyche
or scrolling through your Facebook account for stuff you like
and you'll coincidentally collide with me and ignite the spark
like it happens in the movies, or maybe we'll meet in the park
when you are out with your girlfriends for little leisure
and in that instant I'll know you're the long time coveted treasure
maybe I'll find you in the night along a strategic point
watching the twinkle of stars and glowing mesmer of the moon
or maybe we'll shelter at the same shed evading April showers
and sprout will, your smile with the aura of the red rose flowers
or maybe we'll find us at my birthday party sometime in June
who's to tell, maybe we'll meet battling devils in the same Hell
or just trail the mucus of mutuality,snails of a shell
birds of a feather, maybe that's how plots of our stories come together
to start the long tiring Great Trek to that place they call Forever
or maybe we'll meet at the beach whilst we're exploring deep ends
or just at the neighbourhood right where the Tarmac bends
it might even be on twitter while tracking numerous trends
and from a heated argument end up being close friends
it may probably result from dialing wrong numbers
or back at the countryside tending to adjacent shambas
it could be in a night club grooving to new hits
lusting for intimidating yet amorous thighs exposed underneath your long slits
maybe I'll find you at my workplace, holding the latch
or on that Sunday I'll rejuvenate my spirit for prayers and church
I can't really tell where, or when... but I know you're out there
waiting, hoping, praying... anxious to an extent of doubting God's care
but I'll find you in one corner of this massive small earth
I'll find you and we'll consequently find us...
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
Maybe the dawn may someday cease to burn
maybe the moon might one day cease to glow
maybe my ulcer will someday cease to churn
Or bamboo might get too stunted to grow
maybe the stars may end up falling from space
maybe mountains will someday crumble and sink
maybe my footprints might fade and be hard to trace
maybe roses might someday lose their scent and rather stink
maybe donkeys and ***** might stop to bray
and chameleons surrender their camouflage
maybe the nuns and monks will cease to pray
maybe death may hesitate to collect my fuselage
But the love that boils in my heart will forever erupt
cause I'm quite certain even fate is too inspired to interrupt
Ignatius Hosiana Dec 2016
Maybe we don't have the things we desire and appreciate
because we don't desire and appreciate the things we have...
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Maybe the world wants to unite
but there's no leader
maybe the pages want to be flipped
but there's no reader...

maybe peace is cheap
but there's no bidder*
maybe life's precious
but there's no figure
Ignatius Hosiana May 2015
I held arms and took to the battlefield
I was a coward but you gave me a courageous build
How do you expect me to feel
When you say you're bowing out besides getting chilled?
You had the spirit that could kindle flame till the end
You had the will to move mountains my friend
I know I might have had it cross the line, my pawn
But how could I see a line on the sand when by the wind it was blown?
I don't know why It's a big deal for you to surrender
To me you've always been the game changer
Who'll teach us where and when to break the rules?
When you're gone who'll hold our fingers and help us with the tools?
It's a war you readily started because you knew you could face it
Watching you cry on was an encouraging feeling, we had it
We loved us, nothing else mattered when you was the king
It was one way, one people, one motto, we was one thing.
You can't step out of the ring however extreme the May weather
However chilling it may be, It's always warm with inspiration when we're together
Put on your man pants, man up and get back into the game
It's you who told us we're all in a game but not everyone's rules are the same
I ain't trying to aim fatal arrows of blame
at you
All I'm saying is we was all strong under the flagship of your name,
And captain, we miss you
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
I still remember the taste
I still see your tears
I still think you're the best
One who helped face my fears

I still believe time won't steal
The memories and moments
Besides the pain that I feel
And this'll forever be my torments

I still know your digits
Not on paper but my head
I wish I'd known the limits
Before our love was dead

I still remember the first and last kiss
And they're vividly  robbing my peace
sonnet prescription 1×1
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
Piercing through the air seeped the mist
Dragging along memories long forgotten
Thoughts of the many opportunities missed
And haunting truths that were never spoken

Stabbing down earth splashed the rain
In a terrifying storm that only washed the tears
But never could that storm cleanse the pain
Stirred by the agony of losing dears

Glancing through the half closed door
I see leaves struggle to hold to their stalk
Contemplating the loss of everyone I adore
Wishing I could have another chance to talk

The rain, the pain, the storm far from home
All inside is frozen, only my thoughts roam
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
I wasn't supposed to be sad or grieve
Cause you wasn't supposed to leave

I loved you from the moment we met
But our love just turned to something
The things driving me to this state
Are tendrils of memories to which I cling

We had this thing going on
That I probably should get over
I can't see where the line is drawn
Getting over you's a bullet from a revolver

It's hard for me to believe you're at ease
Life without you will never be fun
You always said we would never cease
Still hear echoes of your voice calling me ***
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
You never have to think less of yourself
'cause of what bad mind does
focus on chasing your dreams someday
you'll touch like Midas*
If you don't mind the loss
keep on the course
yet play deaf to words of the rest
and focus on running
focus on flying
focus on winning the race
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
have been weak
enough to fall for you
but
I'm
also
strong
enough
to
walk
away
from
Hearts
that
won'­t
have
me
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2018
On a brighter note,
the 1000 poems I wrote
to get over you might
change a million
lives someday,
so thank you for
the Heartbreak...
It was probably the
best lecture life's
ever given me...
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2016
It may display how breath taking you look
it may divulge every scar there is to hide
it may show you the color of your eyes
for there's nothing it shows that's lies
but your mirror will never tell you
what I think about your elegance
nor decipher the speech in my glance
it will never reveal your emotions
and neither will it vivisect the notions
mirror's admissions may cause ecstasy
but there's still so much more left to see
Mirrors don't lie, that they never do
they also never tell what's inside
hidden in the unflicked pages of the book.
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
I know I've missed much
But what matters is I'm back
Been away sorting out issues
And aching for each one of you
For those who cared enough to ask
I'm sorry for not accounting for it
I didn't know my silence
Would be too loud,thanks for caring
Otherwise, I missed the sharing
And always craved my return
Poetry is my home,you guys are family
For in life friends are the most special family
One we choose for ourselves
If I ever leave, I will always find my way back
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Last night was hard for everyone, for all of us
The moon noticed your obvious absence and lit bright trying to trace you from every corner of  the universe
the stars were sad and they tried so hard to blink back their tears
even the nimbus clouds detected the heartbreaking melancholy
and tried to blanket them from the chilling cold of solitude
but the twinkling stars still struggled to peep through
the blanket cast between them and your absence
like little children afraid of the dark until the clouds gave up
for even they ,no matter how strong they pretended to be
the weight of despondence got the better of them
and they subsequently expressed their pain in burdened tears of rain
the roof tried to hold the tears from my unconscious sight
but my ears sadly caught the pattering sobs
darkness whispered some advise but my ears were too sad to hear
and my brain numbed by the scintillating thoughts about you
I tried to kick out the emptiness through listening to the radio
but my fingers were too frozen and weak to turn the ****
so I gave up and just sat quietly inside the net listening to a silence
whose eloquence was labyrinthine and discombobulating
because weaved within mosquitoes did their best to sing me a lullaby
but in anger I violently swatted as many and as many did die
it still was hell hot with my limpid Heart ice cold
yet I still hoped against all odds you would appear
I waited for you like Santa waiting for Christmas,
like anxious Jews waiting for the coming Messiah,
like the Mediterranean sea patiently waits for waters of the Nile,
like a Groom waits for his Bride as she walks across the isle,
I waited for you like a lass waiting for a Telenovela...
or a staunch catholic waiting for a positive eventuality to his Novena,
I waited like the minute hand waits for the second hand of the clock
like the dull pulse of the heart waits to happen after the loud one...
I waited for you like an insomniac waiting for sleep,
sadly sleep never came... so I gave up to wait for the next day
like the invisible sun through a night knowing in the dawn my voice
might reach you like beautiful rays and whisper
to the far that is near how I wish you were here
in a message right into your small pretty ears
I missed you like a baby misses its mother,desperately and in tears
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
A mistake is valuable
once you learn from it.
Never regret one that
taught you so much
in fact make more

mistakes, learn
more lessons.
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
Toy of joy
apple in April
dove of love
madness,kindness
spy in the sky
scar for star
ring of spring
Orb for the globe
bone of horn
task to dusk
light for the night
itch to the witch
tears of years
thunder of wonder
resistance in existence
rhyme & lime of time
reason for season
stature of nature
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2018
You'll give me the skies but I'll still crave her eyes
enchant me with charms, I'll ache for her in my arms
you'll point me to the right track and I'll still be lost
for I can't be found unless it's in the curvature of her smile...
forever's so long, she makes it a quarter a mile
bless me void of her and I'll be cursed
without her am a living dead , am my worst.
You'll hand me diamonds and I'll still dig her,
as she's the treasure am seeking to find...
am entangled in a maze no spell can unbind.
Forget sunshine, she's my most memorable dawn
for she's a midnight sun, a glowing moon at noon...
I'll travel the world but she'll remain the place I crave to see
the adventure I long to take, an absence that sets me in ecstasy
the hardest wave that ever hit my sails even after I cross every Sea...
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2015
Sipping through the thick
Canopy ploughed the light
From the moon that night
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
Death is real...
You can never tell when you breathe your last...
so poems are my will...
**& mouthpiece when i return to mere dust
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
the world before
the world moves you
change her before
she changes you
take opportunities
before they take you,
spin the globe
before it spins you
pray for the universe
lest she preys on you
that's the only way
to live to rightfully
leave the way.
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2016
Is it forgiving or forgetting?
Is it finding another?
or just letting go of the other?
What is moving on?
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2016
I'll make peace with my heart
Someday I'll get over the hurt
I'll see to my scars and every bruise
beautiful stars in the sky will be my muse
someday I'll pick myself up & stop talking
that day it will be about walking
for I'll be moving on past the shades of regret
past the bitterness of being dabbed an ingrate
someday I'll cross this River without fear
use her waters to wash away every tear
leave  this place printless like I was never here
I'll forget this past for it holds nothing dear
I'll collect all the scattered shards
and leave like the gorgeous journey birds
only there's no chance I'll ever lay foot here again
for this place has but caused me so much pain
I hate to go but I have to leave and to believe
for how long must one soul shatter and one heart grieve?
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
**** saved Snail ,well
But saw the meandering jell
Yet saw no **** shell!!
Sometimes the bad save us from the worst
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
Feeling **** unwell
Evicted for losing her shell
Trudged through a hell
Just started my Mrs.Snail Haiku series Fairy Tale Yesterday :))
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
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
The red Bird who saw
Snail by the muddy floor
flew at the ****'s crow
The **** scared the bird :))
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
Left Mucus trail
So she could be found by Love
when she moved on
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
"Snail was right here"
**** said creating much fear
In the little dear
I love this style so much, cause I love nature and it favors the animation of nature and bring out the actual plea against It's destruction
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
Walked on the mud
Her reputation marred
Evading the bird
Mrs.Snail Series still doing fair on her journey
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2017
You may forget the songs that made you dance
but never the moments that gave you the courage
to put away staticity and jump into rhythmic momentum...
Life is music, the rhythm is how we choose to live it
and as you know music is music, no matter the genre...
My
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
My
Dream voyage
is
the
journey
to
the
centre
of
your
Heart
My
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
My
Brain totally understands
even if I'm having a little
trouble convincing my Heart
to follow suit
I
think
Hearts
should
stick
to
pumping
blood
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2018
You'd give up and I'd be sorry you quit
scotch and I'd apologize for the heat
Dump me, I'd be deeply sorry for falling
leave and I'd be sorry for the desolation
trapped in the rain I'd apologize for the storm
cut me and I'd be remorseful for bleeding
shoot me, I'd go on my knees for dying
You'd set me on fire and I'd apologize for burning,
throw me in the ocean, I'd be sorry for drowning...
That's how deep these emotions run,
you're closer than anyone's ever been to my heart
I swear, you'd leave and I'd apologize that we're apart
I'd apologize for a million things, my fault or not,
even for loving you, even if you've never felt the same...
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
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
The total number of days between Thursday, June 17th, 1993 and Wednesday, June 17th, 2015 is 8,035 days .
This is equal to 22 years,excluding the end date, so it's accurate if I am measuring my age in terms of days, or the total days between my birth date and my birthday. But if for the duration between my birth date and my birthday, today,then it is actually 8,036 days.
In terms of workdays and weekends, there are 5,739 weekdays and 2,296 weekend days.
If I include today Jun 17, 2015 which is a Wednesday, then there would be
5,740 weekdays and 2,296 weekend days including both the starting Thursday and the ending Wednesday.
8,035 days is equal to 1,147 weeks and 6 days .
The total time span from 1993-06-17 to 2015-06-17 is 192,840 hours.
This is equivalent to 11,570,400 minutes
Further more 8,035 days are also equal to 694,224,000 seconds.
The nano seconds, the micro seconds, the minutes, the hours and the days have flowed by like water along a river, years have dissolved in thin air, going just before I seize the moments,such moments have escaped my grasp with the sands of time but there are things that in changing remain constant, the memories, the love, the sadness, the heartbreaks, the football team, the journey through and through and most importantly you my family and friends. I have this special day every year which I always use to thank all of you for bearing with me ,while I grew from that little boy whose loose shoe brought down the wall clock in primary seven while he was kicking chalk and consequently cried his way home contemplating the explanation for what had happened,to the young man dreaming of becoming a re-known Author and poet. From the lad who had to cram words to throw vibes, to one who hopes his words shall be used someday to tear down fortresses and conquer hearts.
Thank you all, I'm so lucky to have you and will always try to keep you all around as long as try can. Love you :) xxxxxxxxxx
Every year since 2011 after realizing I'll never celebrate my birthdays...I found my own way of letting the day not go just like that. So It's my all friends and family day, I always tell a story of something unique and then the number of days. I know I'm just a few months old here but you all are a family to me.Happy my friends and family day ... Cheers
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