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Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
Everyday starts with I abandoning a beautiful dream
Waking up and getting to face the ugly realities
Every morning all light seems bright as a beam
Till my eyes ultimately embrace the eventualities
I wasn't built hard, and I'm seldom fit to be described as tough
For I prefer my dreams to facing the facts
For realities are just too rough
And strength and courage are mere acts
I wouldn't have hope in the future if wasn't for the little flicker
Of faith that has always sparked a little glow
In a heart of a climber unfit to be a hiker
Yet being forced by nature to grow
So the thing I hate about dawn is bothering my sleep
And such hate is sadly rooted so deep
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Sometimes you keep walking back
into the same crucible and burning
even healed spots again, you go on
recycling the pain believing some
love is totally worth charring for.
I've done this everyday, I take your
bullets, drown in the deep despair,
break my back, go through fire for
you, I even walk dusty roads and
get my hands ***** for you. I've endured the pain of patience
hoping it would pay because
of you... I would even willingly
walk into the hades for you...
for you I've sacrificed a lifetime...
sadly you are an ingrate...
You have never appreciated
whatever I did, do and can
endure for you...I even
dammed up my emotions
when you said they were
too volatile for you, I
caged the tiger of my
obsession with you
for you...I'm still biting
my tongue for you...guess
ultimately I'll also have to
give up and walk away
for you...I'll grudgingly
walk away without
looking back to save
you the ache of
watching a lad
shed tears
for you...
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.
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2016
When I dream about you I wish I'd sleep forever because the
dreams are a beautiful reflection of what we could have been.
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
I can't love you the way I did then
Can't rewrite my affection when we lost the Pen
I can't hug you like it was in those days gone
The arms are cold where they were warm
I can't cry for you 'cause I'm no longer torn
No more signs of a raging melancholy storm
I can't kiss you as passionate
But it's sad we'll never sincerely osculate
I can't re-meet you for the first time
To be tortured by my feelings for you
Can't revisit the innocence to have a review
I can't forget the burn of your goodbye
Just like the crazy moments twixt you and I
I can't replace you neither can I forget
All the same it was worth refusing to regret
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
"Better days are coming," they say.
*But from which direction?
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
Rivers and roads
have the straight & the bend
Friendships,
the beginning and the end
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2015
The ugly side of beauty
Is the dark side of light
Blowing hot and cold
Feeling young and old
The soft ground in the sky
Is the truth of the lie
Without magic in the wand
Or footprints in the sand
Flowers never grow until we water
Even winter could feel hotter
Past could be the future you want
And the future a past to haunt
There are days we look to the blind
For guidance in finding those left behind
In joy we grieve, in death we live
We remember to forget when we can't forget to remember
How we were stabbed in the back
Somebody placed bullets in chamber
And we heard the click bid us hard luck
We saw dark days and nights day bright
Matured to realize we were wrong to believe we were right
Times when we were forced to see straight in a bend
To have hope there's a Genesis in the end
We hopelessly hanged on to shreds and feeble threads
Lacking the luxury of a cut camouflaging in dreads
Stuck together as we fell apart
Holding "us" close and warm at heart
Whilst we searched this world for a paradise
For all was perception of pictures from our eyes
And the world was a Hell
A Mute's story to tell
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
When you're feeling so low all you got to do is remember He'll comfort you
And when the storms are tough, call on His name,they'll calm for you
For when you were to die for your sins, He died for you
Overcame temptation till the day that He rose for you
Yeah, He died for you, He rose for you, and when you feeling alone He'll comfort you
He died for you, He rose for you, planning another voyage to come for you
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
I am sorry
we met and for long savoured that fate
that you dared to happily ever after contemplate
I am sorry
it was so right for a while when we gobbled every mile
so much you thought it would always be but a smile
I am sorry
you expected so much from a heart with so little to give
I am sorry
I spoke about the sun and you heard of sunrise
I am sorry
I was meaning the journey but you thought of the destination
I am sorry
you hoped I would answer every question
sorry I plucked you roses and you didn't see the thorns
I am sorry
it wasn't a walk in the park or it was but the Serengeti
I am sorry
when I pointed to the clear night you felt it would never rain
I am sorry
I bathed you in pleasure and you forgot there's pain
I am sorry
I held you so tight you didn't prepare for when we drift apart
I am sorry
you swam to the deep end and coming out broke your Heart
I am sorry
you thought reality could be like the movies
where you forevermore enjoy the Angelic showbiz
I am sorry
you grew up way too soft but had to learn the hard way
I am sorry
our parting ways was too much a price for you to pay
but I am not sorry for the moments I confessed my affection
the many times I said I love you and you said it too
for there was a time, I swear this to you,
there was a time those words were so true
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
Her eyes flutter soon as they sense someone encroaching
Her nose in fear of uncertainty starts running
Like a Dear in sight of a predator approaching
As her hanky is sent up her nose cleaning

I get a closer look at her beautiful *******
Their sudden rise like a volcanic plug
Or cunning waves in an Ocean with gigantic crests
But soon as I’m close enough all she gets is a hug

Then I place my head on hers close enough to her lips
Which tremble probably in fear of the belief all speech is lies
While all through a burning urge to kiss her hard at me nips
Seeing tears of doubt gather clouding the skies of her eyes

Her heart beats too violent for someone of her age
Seems she’s grown to believe for love,pain’s her only wage
My first attempt of a sonnet :o
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
we all have that something
we want to forget but always
remember...*
and that we cherish
and want to
remember
yet never do
Philosophy comes to me in conversation/ chats with friends
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
When it's the right person
None will tell you it is, you
won't need to ask

instead when it's that person
it'll be you telling everyone*
that you finally found her.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
Searching only to
discover she was always
here, waiting for you
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2016
And when I finally find love, I will breathe out
There's so many things I will speak about.
I will tell her about my dreams which all did doubt
my deafening silence in a quiet shout
I  will tell her about the cold that took me captive
how loneliness made my love life inactive
she will have to know how hectic it is to travel alone
something I have done since I was born.
I will tell her all the mistakes I made
in the course of exorcising the monsters in my head
when I find love I'll tell her of how everything did go wrong
How I waited for so ****** long
when I find love I'll place her finger above my chest
and let it rest,for life's test would have aced
when I find love I'll bury the past
and forget the thorny hilly roads passed
when I find love this time I'll be willing
to bow and respect every feeling.
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2016
I'm chasing the wrong dreams
so I might as well catch them
Wheels on rims
I guess I got to trust them
The game is the game whether I win or lose
I'm sticking to my wheels amid the chants ,past the boos
I'm caught up in the moment
Trapped in the torment
See things don't come fast life ain't no comet
It's unpredictable, won't rhyme as a sonnet
So I gotta be patient,though it stings like a hornet
And it's hard,call it finding a soulmate
I'm going without breaks
Albeit it pours ducks and drakes
Up for the bend, I'll see this till the end
I'm giving hope a chance
And faith another glance
Time keeps ticking, opportunities I'm seeking
Things are loading I can hear guns clicking
I'll do this like an addict, a day a packet of cigars
Or say serial killer,won't rest till I pull some triggers
I was born to rhyme for my time
Wisdom and philosophy is my crime
I see company in solitude
Longitude in latitude and
there's an altitude in my attitude
I don't do this for the sake
Like a hip hop beat for the shake
It's my therapy so like music
many dance to my bullets
And find solace in the sarcastic missiles I shoot
I'm an owl for the night
have no fright when I hoot
It's that scary melody that
might in a day fatten my wallet
It's a sad story to tell
that I see the world as it should be
*And live in it as it is,for I'm swayed
by winds of karma like the trees
But you'll realise we deserve better
when you add twos and the threes
It's just a gamble with words
trying to fix all them shards
I live everyday getting prepared for the worst
Funny when it comes it's like I didn't
Most tines I wish I hadn't but then
Wishes, if they were donkeys all else would ride
Hard to conceal all pains inside
Sometimes it feels like all has died
With only breath surviving having nowhere to hide
But we all know nowhere is such a safe place
And survival's just a game of chess
Sometimes I say things I too don't understand
But then why should I understand when I said them
If I said them I thought, if I thought I sought
If I sought it's from my mind or I bought
If I bought they were cheap otherwise it's the little wisdom I got
They never stop flowing they're like a river
And they're the phantoms in my head silently loud as a weaver
And I bleed them in lines and rhymes as a cure
To the breath of the ennui I endure
It's the greatest terrors on rolling wheels
It's me hiking the fears like rolling mills
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
Break bones
rumple them into
unrecognizable
splinters
*but spare the Heart,
bones may heal..
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
We met we smiled, we fell don't know if you remember... I remember the clouds were at war with the sun trying to stop him from burning like hell as you understand the scotch in December, but it wasn't that haze that made my heart burn for as soon as the ice in my soul was melted and the river of my passion started running again, I knew you were the bulb to be set at the front of my train and the warm orb with the Vitamin D for my sceptic wounds to turn into scar since my nomadic childhood had bruised me hard and torn me off the mass of attachment into a frigid island of desolation... As soon as I saw your teary eye twinkle like a star in the sky I knew I was on the right avenue even if I knew not my destination. In fact, I didn't need to know because you were someone I'd walk with as long as I lived and never want to rest. A wave that I'd surf to the dangerous crest even if I was a hydrophobic...a wave that swept me off my feet and totally changed my heartbeat...You found me confused and taught me which thread of emotion meant what. You found me too young and naive and taught me every little thing I know... Don't know if you remember but I remember the day we first hugged and you trembled in my arms, the peck in your neck... the evening walks to the golf course and our first kiss, it wasn't your first, but it was mine and it felt like your first or at least that's what you kept saying in two years. Those were the happiest and shortest years of my life for it was like I had everything I ever wanted... we always kept our promises, when I said I would call, I would… Gosh! It was great being yours and I'd do whatever to rewind even when I already know the ugly ending to the beautiful story...You taught me so much, right from who I didn't know I was to what I didn't know I needed, like novels and literature and you to understanding what it took to be a man... There was only one thing you didn't teach me, moving on once it was over... But am getting there, I know I keep saying that and you're tired of hearing it, I just hope someday I can look back and smile like you do otherwise I shall never forget those beautiful moments for as long as I shall live, so many unforgettable things you taught me, even the painful.... How can I ever thank you for the lessons that I learnt?
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
I didn't ask for a broken heart
Neither did I want the hurt
All I wanted was a ride to forever
Whether a smooth or a bumpy ride
Even if few have reached that place
I just needed a little favor
To be the only one in your embrace
Prayed that you lend me some of your trust
To oil the hinges of our love and keep them free of rust
I needed a bit of your faith, I needed you to believe
I hoped you'd stick around and never leave
All I wanted was some room to be a real man
Besides an opportunity to call you mine
A Romeo and Juliet story,at worst a Bonnie and Clyde
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
Rain pattered on all roofs
And Cattle clattered their hoofs
The locals gathered in groups
Cocking guns ready to shoot
Thinking that probably the brutes
Had once again returned to loot
Sad
Ignatius Hosiana May 2019
Sad
I'd rather be sad with you
than happy without you.
SaD
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2016
SaD
it's sadness that
drives me mad
the madness that
makes me sad
it's a sadness tears
can't explain
the sadness which as
a scar will also pain
it's one words can't
put into context
I just gotta live
under the pretext
of hope of the end
yet it's one
which never
ends...
SAD
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
SAD
You still bear the guilt
but expect me to be past
the ache of your loss
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2018
is always beautiful,
that's the greatest lesson
I've picked from
life and poetry.
Ignatius Hosiana Sep 2015
When all the words have been sung in songs
When all good has been tainted by wrongs
When all those you fall for are all dating
When they are too proud to feel a thing
When you love them more instead of hating
When  every pick up line's in songs they sing
When all you've known about loving is pain
When you lost each time you played the game
When every fall wrecks you again and again
When in every conclusion you carry the blame
When every poem you wish to write is already on paper
When every sacrifice you make is easily forgotten
When the venoms of betrayal hot as paper
Is all you got each chance of loving you've gotten

When she's never kissed you albeit its long overdue
When nothing changes or everything to the dogs
When she's seldom seen like the morning dew
When she's got only flakes of affection and you logs
When nothing makes sense from the way you're treated
When she shines like the stars but leaves you in darkness
When you kept advancing when you should have retreated
Because she stole the courage from you and she's your weakness
When touching her lights you up deep inside
When the closest you get to her's to feel her breath
When It's all crystal clear It's time to decide
When the option of walking away hurts as death
When all is but a wish for you and her to hold hands
And yet you won't speak about it for nobody ****** understands
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2023
He knelt and begged her not to leave, not again
his salary, elusive and causing unbearable strain
He pondered all the patience and the pain
Enduring hardships, hoping for financial gain

When was he going to learn, he wondered aloud,
That salary's fickle and loose not to mention proud
Still he pleaded, "Stay with me, be my loyal friend"
"This time I'll budget and save, let this menacing cycle end"

But salary whispered in a cold, distant tone
"I'll come and go as I please, you'll barely notice that I am gone"
Yet he clung to her, with a desperate plea
Begging, "salary, please don't abandon me."
Ignatius Hosiana Feb 2017
I notice the night's no longer whole because you never call
yet a big part of me still wants to see your face...
just so you know I still hear your voice down the hall
and smell your fragrance in the air polluted by the flowers
with the part of me that still believes my arms are your place
your final destination as you're my constant hallucination
so I spend every little micro second of my daily hours
hoping for a miracle, wishing I were an endless tentacle
or even Heracles, to divert the Augean of your Heart
and have the magma of your passion flow back into my soul
so that I can once again be the whole
_______________
You were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong
Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow
Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death
And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me?
come and save me, save me love..
_______________
I have run, from wine to ***, to every end of this cold earth I could roam
your silence is deafening loud, hitting my ears harder than echos of a drum
hanging on perilously like a derailed speeding Tram...
for am out of ways of lulling my mind from chaos back to calm
My life's a dark night without a single star, my soul a million a scar
you were not my world, I was wrong about that too
you are my galaxy and there's no existence without you
I'd surrender all this to just one more time hold your hand,
a thousand years to see your footprints next to mine on the sand
for a minute with you, I'd give away forever, be it for a second or less
after all momentary completeness I guess is better than a lifetime mess
you should see me now, shredded like a sensitive document no longer needed
maybe you succeeded
________________
Y­ou were right and I was wrong, without you I ain't strong
Am tired of waiting for a tomorrow, that's free of you and free of sorrow
Tired of holding my breath, it ****** feels like the sigh of death
And my mind wandering, why won't you come and save me?
come and save me, save me love..
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2019
Time heals all wounds
they say but they never
tell what cures the scars...
Ignatius Hosiana May 2016
To someone like me, it has always been easy to pen down the pain
than to just dump it in the violently flowing rivers of the past
and forget it ever happened, it's been easy to etch every bit of it on the rocks
everyday and admire each and every melancholic tear it brought
it has been sour sweet painting every ugly scar and every bruise
and admire the blemishes on dirtied canvas than let heal
those grotesque wounds without any memo to remind me
because to me the hurt has but been an adventure on the map of my destiny
I've sailed past hard waves, I've gone through dark oceans
to both poles of the sphere and witnessed how cold this world can be
and I've even juxtaposed the north pole to the south
I've climbed the mountains I thought impossible,
hiked even the steepest of cliffs,sometimes fallen and fractured
I've gone against caution and whence my ribs ruptured
healed and painted the despondent healing process yet gone
ahead to find fresh memory to paint, to write, to etch.
I've not wasted my mistakes, not a single tear has gone for nothing
for some should learn from mistakes of those who lived before them
and if life is too short and uncertain to live to tell
let the marks on the rocks at the pinnacles tell the story,
let the sad painting on the canvas do,the sculptures
let the cacographs make sense to eyes keen enough to squeeze out some sap of wisdom
I've not cried, bruised, battled or stumbled for nothing
it is not for nothing I've lived my life the way I've lived
with no manual or mentor to point out the rough edges
the looming pitfalls and risks of living in the twilight zone on the fringes
it's not by mistake that the ship of life is rudderless to most of us
every bruise, every mistake, every imperfection has its page
just as every century, every decade and every millennium has its age
I often write about the uncertainty I live so that someday
someone will be grateful I spared some time to say
that those who didn't err,who didn't whimper,
who didn't have the luxury of looking struggle in the eye
and walk side by side with her didn't really know the truth about life
because it's from the tears that comes the beautiful smile
after the blunder that lies the precious stones of a mile
after the pain that comes the long awaited gain
for the star filled clear blue skies always show after the stormy rain
I pen my pain time and again, because laughter's easily forgotten
but the pains are like plastics, so close to impossible seeing them rotten
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2016
I keep using the same road
trying to find another chance*
I keep retracing my footsteps
because my heart still needs you
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
Our souls met long before we
dreamt of ever setting eyes on
each other, otherwise why
does it feel like I've known
you for a thousand years?
Ignatius Hosiana Nov 2017
You took my breath away perfecting your sigh
I lost my wings teaching you how to fly
you know, it cost me my smile to diminish your cry...
I lost my way seeking to find you a path
and my shine to enhance your glow...
I lost reason struggling to build your thought
plus my vision attempting to make you see
that I was manacled just to set you free.
to see you rise I fell, you deserved a fairytale
I gave up my heaven to put you out your hell.
I lost my grip keeping you in touch, my faith inspiring you to church
healed your wound I got a scratch, amputated trying to be your crutch
I hated showing you how to truly love
and to keep you on the straight I had to swerve
for ours was a seesaw, I lifted you high whilst dropping low,
I lost all I had to provide the plenty you sought
because I valued you so much I forgot my worth
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
are
the
pulchritudinous
flowers
seeded
in
the
garden
of
lies
Ignatius Hosiana Oct 2018
Am broken until am out of shards
and spoken until am out of words
She
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
She
hates
her
freckles
as
passionately
as
I
adore
them
if only I were her mirror
to reflect their shine clearer
for albeit they are mere scars
in her eyes,in mine they are stars
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
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2023
She is sore, burnt by sparks from the flames of desire
there is no treasure to find in the land far away;
yet, the journey home is as tiring as the stay.
The ocean of opportunity, once pictured in vibrant hues,
stretches before her in muted tones, its waves carrying
not the promises but the weight of disillusionment.
The sky above, once a canvas of dreams, now painted grey with clouds of doubt,
casting shadows on the path she knew, or thought!
The laughter that lingered is drowned by the silence of shattered dreams
The friendly whispers, once a soothing melody, now resound as hollow echoes,
stark reminders of friendships dissolved like mirages in the desert of reality.
The road paved with anticipation is a maze of uncertainties,
each turn leading to a dead end of unmet expectations.
The once vibrant petals of hope have withered,
replaced by the thorns of disappointment, pricking at her spirit with every step.
The starry nights that were supposed to hold her wishes
now seem like distant constellations, beyond her reach,
lost in the vast expanse of unfulfilled aspirations.
The roads of life are perilous now more than ever
for her knight of courage upped and left in the dead of night ...
She can't even tread on the shore of optimism
as what should have been warm sand is a swamp of alligators waiting to bite...
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
Another's now...
I'm not sure he won't
hurt her... but there's
some relief knowing
I'll never be a reason
for her ache & tears
most especially
when it comes
to her heart.*
it hurts that
she's gone but
there's no sacrifice
without pain... at least
I loved her enough to know
wasn't good enough for her.
My life is hell...she's an Angel.

I can't drag her out of paradise
she can't save me from my flames.
Ignatius Hosiana Jun 2015
She thinks I can't survive even a single night
Without her in my life but she's ****** right
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2015
An artist doesn't stop loving the art after he has painted
The sun doesn't stop to shine after the sunset
Neither does breathing cease after we've fainted
Nor jungle cacophony after Elephant silencing his trumpet
The road doesn't end when you reach a destination
The moon doesn't give up It's glow when blanketed by clouds
An answer doesn't end it all, there's always another question
And loneliness cannot be evaded by hiding in crowds
Out of sight doesn't always mean out of mind
Going uphill doesn't mean life will never *****
Walking down your road doesn't mean you ain't blind
Sometimes the blind lip of faith doesn't necessarily require hope
So it doesn't mean I'll get over you when I finally move on
The wounds always heal, but the scars live on
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2015
**** the puzzle pieces not fitting together
**** all the cacophony in my head
**** my unreliable mood like weather
**** this requiem, all my hopes are dead

**** all the expectations I had in life
**** everyone who thinks they understand
**** the back-stabbers more than the knife
**** tomorrow with each and it's every strand

**** those hoping  to change this earth
**** such crazy minds and thoughts
For all the pain this universe is worth
Tantamounts to forgetting wine and seeping tots

**** kids in ghettos watching movies about comets
**** poets trying to be shakespeare by writing Sonnets
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I
be
grateful
that
the
hurt
you
brought
me
made
me
the
poet
I
am?
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
To the Man
    I have become
  and to the boy I was
      before the
waves were calm
    the lad who
  fought my wars
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
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.
.

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.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
is
the
loudest
noise
I've
ever
heard
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
You say so much
in quiet than you
can if you lend
words to your
silence.
Ignatius Hosiana Jul 2016
I peer at the world
And all I see is
possible impossibilities
fictional realities
counterfeit originality
impotent functionality
locomotive staticity,
and rigid elasticity
beside Beastie humanity...*

I look at the world
and all there's
are peaceful wars
Less Mores
widely locked doors
criminal laws
a stinking rose
and fragrant "choos"
I look at the world
and sadly I see all those...
I even see stepped on toes
on sand-less shores...
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
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2015
It isn't that years later
I realize you deserved better
I always knew, nothing new
That the best is what's meant for you
It's difficult swallowing my pride
Yet I for so long tried
That I need you now's a secret
Which I badly pray you're told
Otherwise It's the undone I regret
I hate that instead of warm I was cold
I hate that my arms were a den
It should have been different then
The mask of the endless pain I bear
Is right underneath the smiles I wear
But I'm proud to say our being happy together
When we wrote hind every picture "Forever”
Is worth these times I cry alone
Though it seems for good you're gone
I've fought thoughts about you thousand times
While I secretly write you rhymes
Hoping that somewhere out there
Silent whispers tell you I still care
Ignatius Hosiana Jan 2017
The more we wished things were different
the more they surely stayed the same
Ignatius Hosiana Aug 2016
Choose what you love*
Love what you choose
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