DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, memory loss is impossible to the sense of smell:)

ancient perfume box
left somewhere in a classic loft
opened moments in a meet
to an old of an old sweet
memory in a tape on a leash in fear
like a flashback of brief to four years
disclose the good not the sad
never the bad
already made sure to wear
on the days of happy in mere
and now the odor
smells a swift of colors
once in each while
go back a little in miles
a tickle to the nose
something out of Beethoven's ears
souvenirs the precious chandeliers
things the mind randomly chose
several pasts when my pen couldn't write
and the piano served a beam of light
in an ocean
sinking deep with no motion
escapes
from each New Year's mistake
for the lifetime spaces
of the turn from the tackling faces
pink floral promises
of better opposites
fragranced to keep a stay
afraid a glass would slip away

                                                               ­                  ------ravenfeels

I fear that I’ve been blinded by your love
For once you weren’t there things became tough
I assumed my happiness was in your presence
So I made my perfume from your essence
Sprayed it everywhere so I’d feel you
It was dominant while your emotions weren’t true
All the lies you fed me left me in terror
False hope you gave me but I deserve better
Fortunately, I have my family and friends
Ones I can rely on while my wounds mend
They have always been there for me
And now the best version of myself I thrive to be
My experience with them taught me so many lessons
Some I wouldn’t have learned by myself I reckon
Many people who are in my life will eventually depart
But only true friends will leave a footprint in my heart.

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, hanging on these little things life grants us is the reason of our survival;]


in his feels

I know I see

the drowned drips of the feet

smiles of the fakes he sweeps

lick the lips and motion the blondes to touch

hearts to brush

always as also so little as much

thinking when he means of the ones and the twos

the whispers and the apples to smell to near

hairs so dark for the safe to fear

maybe then the want would not haste

or not for the come to paste

invisible to the seen to the face

on the yellows they still remain

or blue flowers on the neck I wish the belongs come to make


                                                                               -------ravenfeels

Your charming perfume ..
sneaked into me  ...
within my soul ...
took me ...
out of nowhere ...
where i don't know
to no where  ...
there ...
where are you  ...
where always ...
my soul roams for you ...
to play with my breaths ...
hymns of love ...
to sing it ...
with my mind ...
as love song ...
sings with your name ...
to fly so high ...
while singing  your name ...
to break up ...
the distance ...
between us ...
to be with you ...
inside your nest's heart ...
there where could you be ...

your charming perfume ...
is always ...
my pathway ...
where i get you ...

hazem al ..

A mellow nose
Gorgeous as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon

Your skin is tender
Your uniqueness is beauty
Of previously not seeing your splendor
Your smile makes me guilty

Love is your center
Kindness, your vitality
Light in the dark, a magic mender
Goddess of purity

White rose
A perfume dose
Peaceful as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon

Your scent is the trip
And Paradise is my fate
If constantly smelling your friendship
Becomes an open gate

I will be your grip
For when you are desperate
Just accept the bee that wants your lips
To pollinate your fate

White rose
Striking a Pose
Shiny as the moon
Mirrored in the lagoon

My soul like perfume oozes through thin air.
A pink moon has vanished the dawn of thy kiss.
Like the wings of a butterfly my lips are moving the rippled sea of thy thought.