"fragance" poems
This heaviness, a stone in the chest,
a brooding passion flower,
fully at bloom, at moonlit night-
emits the distinct scent
of the tormentor of my heart,
an intoxicating accent it exudes--
which cages my mind.
Lust is its subtext.
Lungs are bottled up
with a mix of her pheromones,
signature perfume and the musky
scent of her sweat,
If a girl, with that intensity
gets in to the system, mixes in blood,
it's excruciating pain, is a bane,
and an insane ecstatic bliss, same time!
This isn't animal instinct, I know,
didn't she bare her mind though on the sly,
in words that has many facets, like a diamond?
No, still not sure, feels like an idiot,
(Wasn't she quite an artist,
playing with my heart?
But I am totally her's, can't help it,
from those moments,
which refuses to leave me in peace)
A longing that won't
let me take her off
from my mind's GPS.
Oh! now, shut both eyes and imagine
her undress in slow moves,
her lush, chiselled form, sends me
waves of fragance,
I am on the verge of collapse...
Then-
suddenly the phone rings,
she complains
a heaviness of heart,
***** thoughts that-
refuse to go to sleep.
"What would you do for this?"
she anxiously whispers,
"Hey, you are the only doctor,
I can lay my hands on,
to keep this malady at bay,
I badly need you near here,
**Is it true?
Am I falling in love with you?"**
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
*I love with my hands
with a warm embrace,
a light pat on the back,
high fives, fist bumps
two thumbs up*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my feet
when I wait in line,
while window-shopping,
running away with you,
walking down the aisle*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my eyes
that still weep
long after you're gone,
that have baggage
big enough to carry yours*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my lungs
you
are
my
oxygen*
A heart may not be for loving.
*I love with my brain
the mind finds patterns, makes connections
you paint everything I see, hum every song I hear
you are every fragance, each succulent morsel
and in slumber, still I find you in my dreamscape*
A heart may not be for loving.
*A heart may not be for loving,
but without it I cannot think
I won't see what I touch
or where I'm going
And I won't remember to breathe.*
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Sky so blue.
Sun shining through.
Such a nice warm day.
In my head I hear this
beautiful song play.
Winter is almost gone.
Spring is where I long.
Such colorful flowers
and trees filled with
green leaves.
The first day you sit outside
drinking a cup of tea.
The sun warming your
smiling face.
Take a deep breath
and you will taste.
The fragance of sweet flowers
and fresh grass so delightful.
Birds singing so cheerful.
All the beauty that nature brings.
Can't wait to feel that first
day of spring.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
this morning there was fog over my eyes
and every time i looked to the left or to the right
the clouds would be pushed to the sides of my eyes for a bit
and there was a light pulse behind my temples but my head did not hurt
it was more of a confusion that was lingering
and oh god i just lost my train of thought
there is a teacher here and i should be listening
but i always tend to write during this class
my handwriting won't be able to be read by anyone else
i hope that i can read this later on
my teacher is trying to read this over my shoulder while she talks
and i should probably feel bad about it but i don't
there are a lot of things that i should do
this is my first step towards invincibility
without feelings i don't need, i can do anything
and this is a fairly average writing style but
i am trying not to care, i don't really care
there was something i was going to write
but i keep forgetting what i was going to say
there is the fragance of cologne masking the stench of substance
and it is greatly distracting me
from the distractions that i have set in place for myself
i don't need the help i thought i did
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
It's not related with being blazed, I swear
It's just the effect of homemade breakfast and inhalete its fragance
And hear the sizzle of the rain moaning through the window
It's the tender touch of my finger tips on the cat's ribs
The little holes on my socks where my feet breath
It´s the blood coming out from where I'd cut my nails too deep
The cobwebs shinning on the lamps
And the connivance with the ants and lizards in my room
It's the effect of laying on a bed of fresh sheets
Or surrender to the light of an insipid movie
It's rise my gaze at the glowing dampness of my ceiling
It's my house entering by my arteries and filling my rhyme's saturated ventricles
It's the vampire of the time & memory & mirrors & white rabbits & multicolor smiles of a tired sun
It's feel laughs in the silence and love in melancholia
By tomorrow I'll get out of my daily routine, I´d hope come back alive
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
We were happy
In an ordinary day.
In this city,
Who knew,
The splendor of your eyes.
We were happy,
In our hands,
Any one together,
While I was driving,
And I don't remember
Where we went or were.
We were happy,
In the courage
You gave to me,
As loving you
I found myself.
We were happy,
Living in the lives of each one,
long time ago.
We were happy,
In an ordinary day,
Perfumed ,
By the softness,
Fragance of the love.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC