Perhaps,
clouds are formed
from the dying candles
lit by earnest souls.

Eventually, everyone will depart their flesh
for they have reached the end of their race.
While some try to delay their rest,
others cut the thread themselves.

Life is just a phase,
everyone shall return to the mist,
all the memories will sink into the abyss,
and the world will again be an empty slate.

I woke up at 4 a.m. freezing.
I thought I left the windows opened, but it wasn't.
Crawled back to bed, knees drawn to chest.
Grabbed my blanket while
thinking to myself, "God, I miss him."

@qyflorentino

I am heavily burdened.
My spirit is so gloomy within.
No one is to dine with me;
To dine with this agony!

Oh, I am so doleful!
Who shall encourage, comfort and console?
Who shall hear this boisterous grief?
Shall I expect nobody to cause me relief?

Joy! Oh, why did you leave?
And stole the gaiety like a theft?
In misfortune, now I am alone.
Solitude! In where I was abandoned.

This overwhelming despair!
Oh, I can bear it no further.
Run! I wanna run from this sorrow.
Die! The escape from the dolor of tomorrow.

If living is to cause me pain,
Better to lie in the coffin.
Farewell, Mishap, my good friend;
In the grave, misery and agony, will now end.

By Queenie Florentino
October 10, 2013

Pulling a person
who tied himself
from the past,
is a person
with strangulated
heart-
and this, a death
every
dusk and dawn.

-qyf

My past is the gallows
where my future hangs.

- qyf

I have been living
with a stranger,
whom I call
as- Mom.

- qyf

"You are my star,"* said he
"I am a star that fell from the sky
to dwell with you,
and lost my light
to share darkness with you."

**- qyf

I saw the grass bowed when the wind blows.
And saw my beau beside me, welcomed it with awe.
He closed his eyes and spread his arms so wide,
Embracing the wind, like a groom embracing his bride.

He reached for my cold hands and drew his face near,
Felt his life as he whispered to my ear
"Dear, when I die, don't ever think I abandoned you
I will summon the wind to hug you when it blows."

Those scenes awakened me in the middle of the night
My dream killed me in dreadful fright
I remember the horror I had yesterday
When the wind blew and snatched him away

Before my eyes, I saw him fought and strived,
Before my eyes, I saw him breathed his last and died,
My spirit so filled and whelmed with morose,
As I threw into his tomb a fresh picked rose.

I cried and buried my head to my pillow,
Then I heard the wind knocking at my window,
I opened it and welcomed the wind with tears
I closed my eyes and spread my arms so wide
--- I know it's him, my Beau, my Dear

-qyf

write,
the way hand-writings
are distinct from the other.

- qyf

I could still feel him,
therefore,
he's here.

-qyf

Love,
is in many places,
in dusts blown to and fro;
in peacocks' beautiful hue;
in ants beneath the lion's claw;
in bed with me, a naked you.  

----
Love is in places,
where I am with you.

- qyf

He,
who sees me
as his;

Is me,
whose heart
at peace.

- qyf

Sorry.

A spell cast
over and over,
until it breaks
what it's ought
to mend.

- qyf

a fear that
lives in the
mirror of
tomorrow;
that shatters
when I live
at the present
with you.

*-qyf

Before you go,
hand me back
the pieces of my
broken heart;

because,

may be,
just
may be,

someday...

someone will come
and will try to
patch me.

- qyf

One of these days,
you'll be in places
where you and him
once had been;

The chair he once occupied,
the window that
once reflected him
stealing glances of you
when you smiled,
the tissue he once used
to scribble your names
with a heart in between;

These pictures
will strip the memories
you'd fought to conceal,
and will bring you back
to the very place
where he left his marks---
your heart.

- qyf

Heart
was broken
in loving
a fool
in full.



-qyf

Love,
is a lie that
poisons the heart;
The apple
that burns the eyes
with a desire for a bite,
whether there is or none
a charming with
a true love's kiss
to blow us out
from our madness.*
-qyf

I behold the
promises as
your lips curve
for a kiss.

And watch it
die
as your lips too
shut satisfied.

I am only a wine
you long for
when your heat is
uncontrollable.

But I will let you,
always,
to drink me.

After all,
I am a finest wine,
fermented with
years of  broken promises.

- qyf

I am a vessel
full of memories.

Of our past.

That is all the
load
I carry,
all along,
against the
relentless waves
of sorrow
wallowed by
my wrecked heart.

I chose to carry
you,
in the sea of
my collected tears,

for without it,
your memories,

I won't thrive
to breathe.


-qyf

My heart is hollow
but, is
occupied.

I am still consumed,
by him,
like his hold still
creeps on to my skin.

In his absence, why
there love still
exists, and is
emboldened.


-qyf

Love slips
through the heart wall's holes,
and settles with
the dust in the wind.

Many have tried netting,
collecting some pieces
of my piece
dispersed into the vastness.

But sooner, they all
let go.

Thus this love remains,
whole, but, scattered.

-qyf

Okay.
Let us settle this with:
You do the looking down at me
and I do the looking up.
Aye?


-qyf

He told me to describe my pain.
And so I did.
And gave him shattered pieces
of a mirror,
whose broken fragments
reveal a reflection of him.


-qyf

My lips miss the taste
of a kiss,
a kiss that comes
from your lips.

-qyf

the chickens keep bawk-ing
bawk bawk bawk
their pointless views, and
having each other
roasted in the end.

-qyf

veiled slyness
with beauty that
deceives, those
of whose eyes too
are naive.

-qyf

Windows opened pale
as his eyes fixed on me
without love he used to stare.

**-qyf

i am tired;
to strive.
to love.
to live.

i am done,
for today.

But I will keep trying,
again,
tomorrow;
to strive.
to love.
to live.

-qyf

Love me yes.
Love me not.
This me in doubt
'til your lips kissed me words:
Love is something
beyond my grasp
nor can be sure of.
But I feel,
I trust, and I know
that there is love
and I can have one too
and I found my share in you.


-qyf