Skinny-dipping thoughts; the barest
form to say their dressed words
Body shots that taste so vacant,
for those working ceaselessly on themselves.

And to those opposed to their opposite of love;
with hateful manners on glass table tops,
Brushing off former charms of love, swept
under the rug; while after all the wettest kisses;
heartbreak tastes so sour, while everything else
requires a couple of mops.

For I had slipped into its fall, hoping for the
spring of emotions, but I crushed my crown;
feeling royally *******.

Twisted to one side; and a jab of sighs, for
taking the time for somebody’s love sickness
—must have been its favourite patient.

My Obim <3

Oh how I miss you dearly,

I miss your face,

I miss your smile,

I miss your laughter,

I miss your dial.

My Obim <3

2 years have passed and I just now can mourn your loss,

I miss your smell,

I miss our moments,

I miss our childish acts,

I miss our stories,

I miss our sinful ways,

We promised that we would grow old together

We would share our hearts forever.

Oh my Obim <3

How I miss you my love

And no, this is not a letter to the dead

This is the mourning of a friendship lost

We mourn the end of a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife

But no one talks about the loss of a friend, the end of a soul tie.

We might never reconnect again

But maybe in another life, we would work out to be good friends or maybe even sisters till the very end.

I love you dearly

Goodbye, My Obim <3

When my mind began to cloud, I began thinking out loud.

If I  had a box of wishes
Of dreams and secrets
I’d stow it away, safe.
For keepsakes.
Stretch the seconds endlessly
Those that held you and me.
Extending time to infinity.
I would stash the words
That you made true.
The box of wishes,
Would have the whispers,
The touches, glances
Kisses you stole,
Your all-consuming love
Took me myself as a whole.
Moments that we owned.
Locked in a space.
Little did I know.
The box of wishes
Perforates time.
It reeks of nothing.
And leaves behind
painful memories.

I’m writing to you from the heart of L.A.
Because my healing process
Just isn’t going the way
I imagined.
I’m having trouble, you see,
With shedding this body, of me,
Because I can still see the imprints of your kisses
And feel the soft dance of your fingertips
Across my skin.
I try to do anything random
To make me happy;
Driving through neighborhoods in Rosemead,
Having my chakras aligned at a random sound bath therapy,
Driving to Long Beach just to write by the sea,
Picking lemons and oranges from the citrus trees
Within my favorite park,
Because when I pour their juices over my broken heart,
The sting brings a feeling, or a memory,
That only you could ignite in me after dark.
Everything I do, I do with the thought of you
And that’s strange for me to admit because
Even after all the California earthquakes you shifted
My grounds to,
And all the pink noise I try to drown thoughts of you out to;
Like driving late at night down Sunset and Vine
While my brother talks to me
About his favorite rapper’s documentary
But I’m only half listening
Because I’m too distracted
About what I’ve just learned about Van Gogh,
He only ever sold one painting in his lifetime
So you can imagine how emotional I get each time
I question why, why I do this
Why I try,
When nobody reads these melancholic thoughts of mine.
However throughout all of this,
There’s one thought that won’t run away from me;
It only talks about how much
I love you

M.H. John

Can we please talk about how we met
On those desolate white walls
Filled with whispered words and quiet secrets
Standing at a distance
Watching each other as if in a trance
Your eyes a daring temptation
That I gladly welcomed
I seized the moment
Took love by the horns
No fear of the pain that comes with a bull’s strength
Who knew the aftermath would be this grave?
My heart a tombstone of our love
Engraved, ‘Here lies the love of Rose and Star’
Its chambers a graveyard of forgotten souls
Just like how you buried me six feet under
Out of reach
An arm’s distance
Yet it feels like a million miles away
Is there something I should have said?
Were there words left unspoken?
Be realistic people’s words ringing in my ears
Our friends and families losing faith
Yet I still hold on to the promise of tomorrow
They weren’t there when our hearts joined and our souls entwined
I want to lose hope and let you go
Maybe my longing won’t be this much
I never wanted ours
To be a tale of betrayed love

She left his heart roaming with no regards
And her cold farewell cut deep into his core.
He loved her in full yet reaped a deck of shards
That spelt out a broken heart, nothing more.
His friends see weakness in his tender state
And their words like spicules spike his sleepy soul.
With a smile, he masks his wounds that seal his fate
But has lost his circle and has been left less whole.
The world casts stones at his every move
Unseen the scars that mar his every thought.
They judge in haste his broken groove
Not knowing it is the hurt that life has brought.
He walks on a lonely bridge beneath the moon’s pale night
And his heart, like a ship adrift at sea, is seeking for a new light.