Strange it is to find your muse
in trivial things.

Steel bars stream
  from my eyes, are the
    bulwarks of my heart.

I gave up my pen,
And tore all my dreams.
Poetry never was my friend
Thus my journey as poet, here ends.


- qyf

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 will soon see a smile
like a rainbow
stretch to comfort my heart
that had been stormed
by past mishandling.  

And when that time comes,
even I be smothered again,
I will stand invincible.
For as the sky after the storm
behold its rainbow,
so will my heart behold him more.

This I know,
He will be my sweet aftermath.

Forgive me,
if at this moment
you are lonely;
and me not there
to be lonely with you.

Forgive me,
if some girls have hurt you;
and made you feel undeserved.
Trust me, I understand your pain;
for I too have been with men
whom I loved only for hopes that
one of them is finally you.

But none of them was you.

Because You are still there,
somewhere,
hurting.
And me too here,
crying, hoping, waiting.

But I would like to ask you,
like me;
Keep looking.

And if we will be hurt
again and again,
with wrong people,
that is only because
we have not found each other yet.

But please, take heed;
I know, when us finally meet
we will work together,
to put ourselves back again.
Our love shall heal each other
as if we have not been lonely,
as if we have not been hurt before.
Our love shall thread the holes
in our hearts,
Our hugs shall glue the the broken pieces of us.
Our kisses shall profess that in each other's arm;
We received the love we deserved.



Your love,

    * ---qyf

When two broken hearts
find each other,
is that love's
destiny
or
sympathy?

-qyf

No Greater Assault There Is
Than The Assault Of
Insincere Kindness.

Eyes were sunken, weary to cry
Why, his heart grew sullenly dry
For years, I tilled and toiled the land
Even if what I got were cuts and wounds on my hand

Sowed the seed yet rain did not come
He knew I watered it with tears and did all that I can
I had waited like a farmer for the seed to sprout
I had been steadfast in hope in a midst of drought

Never did I see him shed a sweat
What he did is to insult me and hurt
When he intentionally let the weeds grow
And watered it instead

How then can love grow and blossom in a barren land?
All my hardships were wasted and buried beneath the ground

The farmer suffered under the heat of the sun
And is rewarded with his crops after all he had done
But me, I suffered the loss of everything in myself
And after I wrought for love to bloom, I reaped none but grief

I had shed my every drop of love
To an unworthy person, who loves me not
Now hatred ploughed and rooted in my heart
I know, in due season, he shall reap his part

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

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

The only masterpiece
that captivates me so much is
the beauty that unfolds
once your lips curve.


*-qyf

And I finally said,
"I want to be a fan.
A ceiling fan to be specific.

I would just be overhead of them
And would keep my duty in spinning,
Until they will be accustomed
of my presence,

*Like it is the air that only existed.
Or they will notice me only
if I am a bit strong
or a bit too weak."

-**qyf

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

-qyf

The way he looks at me,
with magnificence and praise
Slices my heart to bleed
in hopes that,
May his love
looks at me
the same way
his lusts do.

But the truth is:
While his eyes worship me,
His heart sees me as nobody.

- qyf

To
Dive into the ocean
And be not drown
But tame its wave
And be its friend.

-*qyf

Heart
was broken
in loving
a fool
in full.



-qyf

Dear feet,

Bring me to places where my heart will be tried; my mind be blown; my faith be tested; my reason be questioned.

I want my life to be a worthwhile walk. That after all the devastations you brought me in. And the cuts you got where the blood spilled.
I could write on this uneasy ground,

"I have had a hard one, but at least, I fought to live and was not defeated."

Yours,
-*qyf

I gave you
all the love
I could give.
And you took
all the love
when you left.
Even that love,
that love I
reserved for myself.

-*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

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


-qyf

"The more the light ignites within,
the more I could see the holes
from where it dispels."

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

I am in-love,
Because I could not say,
nor feel, nor think of
any other words of you than
"I love you."

I just feel you bursting,
pounding within my heart.
And I could not contain you.
That when I think of happiness,
there is you
and there is love.
And of future, there is you,
and there is love.
And of love, there is you.
And when I think of you,
O I am just like,
"My very own love."

-**qyf

Sleep,
where have you been?
I am **** tired
pacifying my relentless heart
and you there
hiding from afar,
watching me
eager to find you.

Come out now, I plea.

-*qyf

The fire
That was lit
On our first
Hi and Hello
Had been
Extinguished
With our last
I love you.

-qyf

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

-qyf

Your
Lips
Are
The
Pages
Of
A
Book
I
Love
To
Read.

But
Let
Me
Use
Mine
Lips
Too
As
I
Read.

"I am invincible."

This, I am echoing,
while picking the shredded
pieces of me.

I will rebuild myself,
with a self-worth relying
not on the pillars of another,
nor shall I stand on the
opinion of anybody.

But every block
piles to put up the
very essence of me;
vulnerable but kind,
strong but sensitive,
decisive but gentle.

And nothing or no one
shall be able to ruin me again,
because I had been reconstructed.

And because my groundwork
is not hatred,
but love.

Love for myself.

-qyf

This life is a long melancholic road
To be trod alone until the end
Better is my worn-out slippers with a pair
Than with my heart, alone,
soaked with despair

Sunrise heralds another burden to bear
And allows me to see my own affected smile
In the pool of tears on the ground
This assures me, there is no one behind

I am a hostage of this unfair world
Only to jail me, alone, miserable
Forward, I want to reach the end
But I am certain, along this road shall my body lay
Breathless, cold and still lonely.

-**qyf