Love has its faint ways
of cutting a heart deep
more than what a knife could.

And only through its ways
that its wound too could heal.

And that may be is the reason
why even if love comes with agony
Hearts still fall in love with love.

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

Say unto me a love
when I am off your bed
covered with clothes.

I know. I know you could not.
I just hoped that may be,
just may be,
you love me deeply beyond
the edges of your bed.

But I still look forward,
into seeing you tonight.
At least I could feel your love,
even if it is half in a day,
for me, it completed me.

*-qyf

There is sometime
in a year
when I think that

Love is a hysteria.

Life taught us to give our all in love.
And so we both did.

But it taught us not that
no matter how lavish may it be,

it still might not be the guarantee.

It is not that my love is flawed,
Or that his is
It is just that
My love is pure and perfect
and so as his.

But our love story is:
We both have loved,
yet our heart is not each other's right fit.

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 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

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

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

And they wished,
when the sheath was slit,
to see a marvelous butterfly
fluffing its wings.

But there,
came out a moth,
so they closed their eyes
while I
remained marvelous.


-qyf

Beneath the moonlight,
gently my pain
I detach
putting it in the dark sky
spreading it throughout
replacing the stars,
one by one
until my pain
is the only thing that shines
and the shimmers tickle
my weary eyes.

So then in relief, sighs
My pain has become my starlight
and the shooting star
of other's grieving heart.

-**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

Let your attitude
be not like water,
that boils
when heated.


*-qyf

Once was a flower
in the garden,
blooming with pride

A man, a lover, came
and my beauty he admired
My smooth red petals caught his eyes
gently he picked me,
and mouthed a praise
"The most beautiful among all"
this was what he said.

He brought me into his mansion
with a garden full of weeds and stones
and he placed me in a vase
near an opened window with a dust-covered curtain

I saw, at the corner, a gray waste bin
Inside it is a rose, lifeless and pale
I wondered what happened
or what he did to her

Days afterward, and he just passed by me
I lost my confidence; he did change
my leaves started to slouch and dry
my petals slowly falling off and died.

His usual fervor admiration was gone
and noticed me once again,
yet for the last time
only to pick me up
and throw me into that gray waste bin
with that lifeless, pale rose I had seen.

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

Of I love you's unspoken
yet conveyed through
touch, kiss and hugs,

My body shall master
to speak what my lips
could not utter,

just stay here with me
and forever,

And our tangled bodies
shall do the talking
while our lips lock into each other's.*

--- qyf

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

-qyf

Pen is the writer's sword
Dare not
if you're not brave enough to hold.

--- qyf

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.

He,
who sees me
as his;

Is me,
whose heart
at peace.

- qyf

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

Sorry.

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

- qyf

Pressured with the association to joy, and to love.
Though it has been meaning to shout, that
Beneath its edge, behind its stroke and shade
is a hiding place of sadness, of tears
when it feels blue and when blood-tinge of fury mixes with its hue.

-qyf

Why, though we have loved
for a thousand times
nobody has ever
perfected love
just like nobody has ever
gotten used with heart aches
though had been broken
for a thousand times.

-*qyf

Sacrifice* is a self-less act
provided that it goes not beyond

compromise.

--- qyf

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

-qyf

Deep within this dark pit
of where my soul is cursed with guilt
I looked above to hope for hopes
Waiting for heaven to pardon my rotting bones

I heard the angels let out a cry
when thunder broke the bleeding sky
From its hole, stones did fall
Hitting me hard, in pain I groaned

Casting unto me the punishment I deserved
So I surrendered my helpless self
Doubting if the wooden tree, where blood spilled
Could really save, as what the apostles professed.

But here I am, at now and present
where my own blood is the only thing that exists
In every dripping drop of blood
dawns onto me that,

It is only me in this pit
My own blood that drips
who else could save me
aside from myself?

Thence I moved my broken limbs.

-qyf

Deceived me not with your whims,
Act not as if you are a rainbow
to save me from my grim.

But yes, may be you are,
Because like the rainbow,
where are you when my heart
is heavily arrowed by rains?

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

3am:
I was writing a love letter.

It was full of longings,
of hopes, of passion,
of pleas, of love.

I wrote my name on the sender,
I stopped, suddenly
wondering if to whom shall I send it.

And my letter ended
without a recipient.

-*qyf

My past is the gallows
where my future hangs.

- qyf

There, before my eyes
a thousand faces unfold
in one face.

-*qyf

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

*-qyf