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nabi 나비 Apr 2018
how does one identify another by a scent
because one's scent is always changing
so how do we connect them to one?
do we connect them to the scent of their skin after a morning of slumber
the scent of their sweat after the evening run
the scent of their favorite shampoo
the scent of their perfume on date night
are we to pick our favorite of the many and claim that be them
or do we choose the most consistent
so tell me, how are we to connect a smell to a person?
Haruharu Apr 2018
Are you there?

Do you feel better off without me?
If you could see me you'd know I'm not..

I wonder if maybe you miss me but your pride is stopping you?
If that's the case I forgive you.

I want you here with me..

I miss your lips on mine, I miss your smell.
Your contagious laugh.

Please call me to say it was just a nightmare,
can you do that for me?
Kewayne Wadley Apr 2018
To my nose she was a stick of incense.
Filling me whole, her eyes.
The ashes fell,
Spacing her walk.
With smoke closely trailing.
The sun quickly set.
There's no where in the world I'd rather be.
An empty room filled by you.
A hint of spice mixed with something sweet.
The steadiness of warmth no matter day or night.
To relax and fall into deep sleep.
The smoke dancing through my dreams
In wait to be lit again
BJFWords Mar 2018
Your teeth are the colour of off milk.
Your odour is of rancid butter.
I see you and I feel sorry for everyone that you spitter on.
I'm sorry for your loss.
Wilder Mar 2018
The water opens wide
Swallowing me up again

I rest in their peaceful grasp
My mind floats free

It sees the rushing tide
From deep inside
Wondering when will it all end
When will the world fall away
Will we live to see that day

Soon it is coming
Rushing upon us
We will not see it
Will not hear it
Wil not smell it
Will not feel it
Will not touch it
Until it has come
Then all will be at it's end

My mind upon returning
Confused and bewildered
Tries to relate to me the warning
But I, like so many cannot hear it
Cannot see it
Cannot smell it
Cannot feel it
Cannot touch it
My mind cannot commute to me the danger
Of not believing.
and who
will listen?
mjad Mar 2018
I bring my shirt closer to my face
His aroma engulfs me in the most damning embrace
I sweep my room for any further trace
But he remains all over the place
The smell of old clothes
Lingers in the air after the things are gone
The past here has seen so much,
But the present and the future will be lost

I pick up the old sweater,
give it a one last smell
may the taste linger forever

it was a good one
Monotone Feb 2018
In a place filled with sound,
I feel so alone.
No friends or family.
No siblings or enemies.

In a place filled with sound,
I cannot hear a thing.
No laughter, cries, or reprieve.
No yelling, whispering, or screams.

In a place filled with sound,
I see nothing.
No people, animals, or trees.
No colors as vivid as can be.

In a place filled with sound,
I taste nothing.
Nothing sweet or salty,
only bland and boring.

In a place filled with sound,
I smell nothing.
Not mommas homemade cooking,
or freshly cut grass.

In a place filled with sound,
I do not exist.
No trace of me ever did.
Valentine's day
what hidden love
inn
my
pocket

help me dear

remove
that
memory

it
has
sunken
behind
my
eyes
socket

hi­m or me
shh
am
it
forgotten

no no no
where

is
my
forgive
nest

i
love
to hate
you
best
oh
dear
?































...
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he said in an song
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