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Death by Decoy Apr 2016
Oh dear sir, you are many things
But wholesome is not one of them

You are very incomplete and fragmented
But such parts are unseen by most eyes
And though you are unconsciously longing
For someone to fill such hollow holes,
You are sidetracked by societal expectations
That you'd resort to the boring entertainment
Of busy days and bland tasting wine

Oh dear sir, you are many things
And lonesome is one of them
Inspired by a story taking place in the Victorian Era.
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
Sometimes I wish I could go forward to the past
or back from the future, journey once more and recollect dust
rewind the clocks, go back in time and live my life all over
Do everything again, born and pampered forever
make foolish decisions that land me in stinky crap
fall prey to temptations and get caught by every trap
from hustle with my dad, street walk to keep the wolf off the door step
walk so many miles just to make a call to Mama
when tragedy kept hitting us as hard as a hummer
to chilling with the wrong guys till my people think I'm wrong too
crazily boozing with my friends till I puke in their car
join the college and be influential in that strike that brought change
engage in corruption with mates and when caught take the blame
get angry with unfair teachers to almost violence
meet my X for the first time again and totally fall for her
my awesome first and only love I've ever known
and she for me,enjoy two years of flawless romance again
only to break up over a phone text message
over reasons she can't explain till date, unknowns responsible for my pain
rage and hate within for love but love for literature and poetry
the two of which were my only hide outs during the hard times
if only I could jump back into the fences of school
the nervous jump outs, the frightening risks that with my gang were cool
I wish I could walk back to the short tempered childish fool
who would argue all the time with his sweet sisters
those memorable days of playing with fire and nursing blisters
the unforgettable blurred years of falling off trees
and keeping quiet until my feet swell and hurt as hell
of falling into **** I believed was deeper than any well
picking up fights over lasses we weren't even dating
the days of trying out our luck in the disastrous sports betting
oh!those sweet days gone by with the tsunami waves of time
seasons of melancholy and of joy, of kwete till we could afford wine
I would trade everything to relive those historical moments
albeit it wouldn't be okay in the end as a result
of the many surprises that happened after each and every bend
I still would do whatever I could to take the backward trend
Go to the ends of the world to play rope, goalless soccer, hide and seek
just give me a chance and I will play and dance in rain till I fall sick
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I love you,and it doesn't
matter what you are...
you'll always
be the only bird
to nest
high up
the tree
of
my
heart...
nothing
else
matters
but
that...
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
You've healed me in more ways than any drug could...
sealed most of the cracks on my broken heart
without leaving spaces like an artist does fine pottery
you've freed my chains and rescued me from self-slavery
but still stretched and touched the depths none could ever reach...
restored the courage that I once possessed...
and made a man out of that little boy I was
I'm a knight in shining armour overcoming my wars
because of you, you've showed me the roads I never knew existed
exposed a spectral beauty of the world I could never see
and rescued me from totally drowning in fantasy
You've helped reality and I come to terms after a long time
and seasoned my happy poems with spices of rhythm and rhyme
you've helped me cross the many unstable bridges
and to the broken doors of opportunity nailed new and stronger hinges
you've brought an aura of peace to my soul, the moon and the stars
I'm bleeding naught in love for most of my wounds are scars
you've loved me even better than my mother did
firmly held my hand and led me out of the dark caves I was hid
and propagated a light finer than all illumination,even the sun
you've given me wings and even cautioned me not to burn
like Icarus did fatally flying too close to the magnetic sun
you've taken my heart, filled every canyon and gaping hole
and I'm remorseful for believing the broken don't whole
you've showed me kindness above the good Samaritan level
connected the island I was to the landmass of your affection
and kicked out the cold of loneliness with warmth and real attention
like no one could,above all you've fostered my survival
you've heard the loud whimper in the silence of my shout
and answered my questions beyond the point of doubt
you're the Angel even those in paradise wish they can be
sadly the universe and destiny sit right between you and me
albeit I can't savour your seemingly sweet scent, my heaven sent
you have always felt closer to me than any attire of mine
for your kindness sparkles brighter than any star will ever shine
and you're beyond the normal lass in any lad's dream
yet this isn't close to being the reason I love you,creme del a creme
my love for you is beyond the measure of human reasons
beyond mortal seasons, and what's more?my love's incapable of treason
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.
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
a poem isn't meant to be yours,you will find it on another's script
before you even hold your pen
to write
or think
about it
just as
someone
not destined
for you
will but
just cause
you pain
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
made me realise being alone isn't loneliness
but the absence of one who matters,
one who has a place in the Heart,
for even in crowds of friends
I
still
feel
the
biting
cold
of
your
absence
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I no longer weep because you left
for I have you in pictures safely kept
where lies few memories I can't recall
and others hidden in depth of my soul
no longer weep because you're history
that happened, it's no more mystery
you're still a big contribution to my rage
but I can't keep living my life on the edge
I no longer whimper,that's the past
a sweet first that wouldn't be my last
a beautiful bird my love couldn't tame
tears changed nothing, it's all the same
I ceased to pray for the cracks to heal
memories are treasures none can steal
they say,all I've done is echo the voices
I've given up second guessing my choices
can't keep chasing after a past my heart craves
mourning the forgotten dead lying in cracked graves
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
for my art,
is falling for my Heart,
for my poetry
is but confessions
and reflections
of the beauty
in my Soul
the grotesque
on my mind
and the turbulence
in my Heart
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
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