"hyposmia" poems
He was truly indebted
to my hyposmia,
As perhaps without it,
I could have smelled
That swindling, two-timing
Lying son of a *****
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
One,
I close my eyes,
I see you,
But it’s blurred,
Open my eyes,
You disappear.
Two,,
I pinched my nose,
I smell you,
But hyposmia catching me,
Put my finger away,
Your scent has gone cold.
Three,,,
I block my ear,
I hear you,
But you’re whispering,
Unblock my hear,
Your voice fades away.
There is no four,,,,
I won’t shut my mouth,
I listen to your voice,
But my mouth froze,
Finally I have courage,
You’re in the other world.
Five,,,,,
See you there,
When I lose my senses,
But when,
Finally I lose them,
See you… honey-
Let us joy this moment in peace.
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 10:28 PM UTC
A large crash;
Everything comes at once,
Drags you by your chest
and pulls you in,
Makes you relive every moment
And with scents
Breaking past your hyposmia,
Troubled voices crowding
In your ears, in your throat,
And you remember it all
Thumping in your chest,
Making you so ill,
Always sick, always prying
At your weakened body,
But you’ll forget it again,
Hoping it goes away,
And it will always find you
In hot flashes,
To drag you by your feet,
Asking you to see again.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC