Her fragrence floats over me, pulling me in like the waves that crash beside us. She moves foreward tentativly, glancing up to meet my eyes.
“I told you that we can deal with it.” I say, trying to make her understand. Nothing could pull me away from her now.
“I know.” She balls her hands up into fists. I can feel the unused, pent up energy that comes from her in waves, like electricity. It’s not anger that makes her this way. It’s frustration.
“Jesse.” I hold out my hand to her, trying to show my sincerity. “I promised.” The water reaches toward us, it’s foamy fingers nipping at our bare ankles. Like everything else in this world, it wants something. My outstretched hand shows that I am no different.
The intense longing I feel for this girl is what she fears will destroy her. But I swore that she would call the shots.
Her slender fingers find mine beneath the blood-red sun.
Pine tree’s on the drive up to green Vally falls. That 1st reminder that we’re not in the city any more. It fills your head instantly bringing feeling of rest.
fragrance is odor of something. someone. they say the sense of smell is the most memorable sense the human body has. you smell something and you remember the last place you smelt it, who you were with and where you were, what you were doing. like reliving the memory. fragrance. mmmm….
The smell of flowers in the wild fields of my dreams. The world is at peace and my heart is with you. I am alive. I am well. I am here. I am here, one with the eyes of the flower and it’s petals. I am here, one with the universe and it’s winnowing winds. I am the sky in the water’s reflection.
what a fragrance it’s smokey insenece and from a glance i see the glimmer of sunflight shine through. i’m thinking of you, when my head rests on your shoulder and we sit quietly. it’s like eternity. i’m so blissful in this moment when we become one with everything and rise with the smoke, dissipate we are energy pure energy fills us we spread our love to all mankind. the universe can’t contain my love for you and i’m so sorry you aren’t here anymore. but i find comfort knowing i’ll see you again, another time. i miss you. i love you.
It swept through the air. The fragrance of her old perfume. But where was she? I turned around quickly, eyes flitting about the landscape: an aquatic ruin.
simple, elegant. a woman who is classy for the sake of doing so. or, alternately, some idiot celebrity who has such a large ego as to think people wish to smell like her.
Her fragrance was extravagant. He can’t tell you exactly what she smells like, just that he was completely enamored with the smell. She wore no perfume, that much he knew for sure. It was just shampoo and her. And that was perfect. Just one whiff sent him in a euphoric daze.
She walked by the row of men, her sweet fragrance set their tongues to drool. After she passed by, the jiggling of her hindquarters had their heads turning. A few seconds later, she glanced back seductively, her soulful brown eyes inducing the men to climb over each other with desire to get in a ride on her. As the men struggled in the mud and manure, Bessie galloped away.
the way you smelled when you wore no cologne at all. the way it felt to hold you after we fell silent on the sheets. that natural scent you have. perfect and beautiful like our first time. i was scared but you smelled like you. like love. the smell of love is you. you smelled perfect to me no matter what.
That fragrance you’re wearing, is simply intoxicating. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you. When you pass by me and that scent tickles my nose I can’t help but turn my head and swoon. Are you everything I want? No. But you smell so nice. Do I love you? No. But you sure drive my nose wild.
smells nice, i fear the clouds of judgment might bear down upon me, to sniff, to deem my character as worthy or unworthy of their continued presence and admiration. No doubt, many of these trials take place alone within my mind, but their presence
It’s funny how so many different scents can bring back totally different memories. like everything just flashes before your eyes when you take one whiff of perfume, cigarette smoke, foods, alcohol, beer.
It can smell good or bad and you really hope it smells good so you don’t have to smell something bad. I personally like things that smell like flowers or earthy. I’m smelling green tea right now!
I walked into the room. Looked at the bed. My only thoughts went to just a few hours prior. I laid down on the bed to find that I could still smell your scent on my pillow.
The most beautiful fragrance is my grandmother. She is a hip, mustang driving gal. She smells like designer perfume, baked bread, and motor oil. If I ever grow up – I wanna be just like her.
She had a special fragrance about her– roses, maybe, or lavender. And then there was a scent that had no name, that was uniquely hers, and he longed for it.
He’d lent her shirts, sometimes, and gloves (she liked the fingerless ones), and once that leather jacket he wore onstage. And when he got them back, he’d be dizzy with her scent, dizzier still at the thoughts whirling through his mind when he realized how well it mixed with his own.
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle. It reminds of me Christmas and when I lost my virginity. It smells like freshmen year of college and getting too drunk and having zero regrets. It smells like weet flowers and honey and something I can’t even name. It smells like memories.
the smell of rain. together we sing “i love this rainy weather.” and we take each other to heart. we see the stars hiding in the clouds. you see the pain hiding behind my eyes. even though you are a thousand miles away.
smells of teen spirit, in a little attic one a seaside where mom used to live. Maybe its a memory, maybe its something dad told me, who knows. Could be that its something i long for. But one thing is for certain. I want to experience it.
the fragrance of him when he walked by, made me want him more. But he was hers and not mine. than one day she let him go, and I had my chance. I devised a plan to be with him. and now everything is perfect and i feel like I’m in a paramore song. Two year anniversary on Friday.. and our baby in may. She doesn’t know what she gave up.
I used to think that if I had to give up one of my five senses, that I would pick my sense of smell. At the time, it seemed like the least important one and the one I’d miss the least. Recently, I had that conversation again and was much less sure of my decision. I suppose it still seems like the one I would part with if I HAD too, but by no means willingly. That feeling you get when you’re entangled with someone amazing and every shaky inhale pulls their fragrance into your chest… Man, that’d be tough to part with.
The fragrance wafted into the room as Lara stepped through the threshold. It smelled of lilacs and daisies, she knew–her favorite flowers–but she wondered what they were for. No one sent her anything, but here they were: a gift to adorn the table, from an anonymous sender.
The soft fragrance from the garden followed her as she entered the kitchen. Flowers. My mother always smelled of flowers. Now that I am older, it is still particularly surprising to me, when the scent of flowers is near though she no longer is.
the smell of flowers and of beautiful scent. gardens and sunny days, fences, and bottles lined up in make-up stores, all images of crushed roses inside of one bottle. The scent, the smell and the place it takes you away. Into a world of memories, or images or of a particular place.
It was a smell… no… a fragrance that drew me to her. It brought back memories of distant summer days playing in the woods as a child. It was a sent of innocence, of kindness. As I followed the fragrance to it’s source, she turned around, her startling blue eyes piercing me to my soul. I knew that she could see through me, through the facade that I used to separate myself from the rest of the world. Her gaze was not harsh however, merely searching.
Boys have their own special fragrance.
You’ve just left them and yet you can still smell them on your hair and shoulders.
It seeps into your skin and reminds you of how much you wish to be with them again.
They leaving a mark so unique and only you know.
Three bricks at the bottom of the industrial steel barrel had an awkward fragrance after three months of putrefaction. But hey! Where else are we going to put the bodies? Huh!?
Oh the fragrance Oh so sweet. I smell the rose next to me. Reminds me of my home and gardens. You can sit there and enjoy the fragrance. The flowers are so sweet to smell.
its something that you smell and some are really really gross but that’s okay. When i think of the word i think of like perfumes. Like I have Victoria secret perfumes and some other ones like juicy. But sometimes fragrances like in scents give me headaches and that really sucks
i see a flower in the far away distance. she has a fragrance.
i look in the window of my home and see my mother. she has a fragrance.
i open the door of my dorm. and see my bed. she has a fragrance.
i open my eyes. hello world. she has a fragrance.
Her fragrence floats over me, pulling me in like the waves that crash beside us. She moves foreward tentativly, glancing up to meet my eyes.
“I told you that we can deal with it.” I say, trying to make her understand. Nothing could pull me away from her now.
“I know.” She balls her hands up into fists. I can feel the unused, pent up energy that comes from her in waves, like electricity. It’s not anger that makes her this way. It’s frustration.
“Jesse.” I hold out my hand to her, trying to show my sincerity. “I promised.” The water reaches toward us, it’s foamy fingers nipping at our bare ankles. Like everything else in this world, it wants something. My outstretched hand shows that I am no different.
The intense longing I feel for this girl is what she fears will destroy her. But I swore that she would call the shots.
Her slender fingers find mine beneath the blood-red sun.
“I know.”
Pine tree’s on the drive up to green Vally falls. That 1st reminder that we’re not in the city any more. It fills your head instantly bringing feeling of rest.
My apartment on a cold winters night. I light a candle my mom gave to me before Christmas to “get me into the spirit.
parfume, you, smell you, can’t get enough
fragrance is odor of something. someone. they say the sense of smell is the most memorable sense the human body has. you smell something and you remember the last place you smelt it, who you were with and where you were, what you were doing. like reliving the memory. fragrance. mmmm….
The smell of flowers in the wild fields of my dreams. The world is at peace and my heart is with you. I am alive. I am well. I am here. I am here, one with the eyes of the flower and it’s petals. I am here, one with the universe and it’s winnowing winds. I am the sky in the water’s reflection.
what a fragrance it’s smokey insenece and from a glance i see the glimmer of sunflight shine through. i’m thinking of you, when my head rests on your shoulder and we sit quietly. it’s like eternity. i’m so blissful in this moment when we become one with everything and rise with the smoke, dissipate we are energy pure energy fills us we spread our love to all mankind. the universe can’t contain my love for you and i’m so sorry you aren’t here anymore. but i find comfort knowing i’ll see you again, another time. i miss you. i love you.
It swept through the air. The fragrance of her old perfume. But where was she? I turned around quickly, eyes flitting about the landscape: an aquatic ruin.
simple, elegant. a woman who is classy for the sake of doing so. or, alternately, some idiot celebrity who has such a large ego as to think people wish to smell like her.
Her fragrance was extravagant. He can’t tell you exactly what she smells like, just that he was completely enamored with the smell. She wore no perfume, that much he knew for sure. It was just shampoo and her. And that was perfect. Just one whiff sent him in a euphoric daze.
She walked by the row of men, her sweet fragrance set their tongues to drool. After she passed by, the jiggling of her hindquarters had their heads turning. A few seconds later, she glanced back seductively, her soulful brown eyes inducing the men to climb over each other with desire to get in a ride on her. As the men struggled in the mud and manure, Bessie galloped away.
Smell…Flowers, Love…comfort….classyness…mom……perfume…memories…
the way you smelled when you wore no cologne at all. the way it felt to hold you after we fell silent on the sheets. that natural scent you have. perfect and beautiful like our first time. i was scared but you smelled like you. like love. the smell of love is you. you smelled perfect to me no matter what.
beautiful, sweet
like nothing else
out of reach
it blows on to your face and neck
that little smell
like it
or not
you feel it is coming alive
That fragrance you’re wearing, is simply intoxicating. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of you. When you pass by me and that scent tickles my nose I can’t help but turn my head and swoon. Are you everything I want? No. But you smell so nice. Do I love you? No. But you sure drive my nose wild.
smells nice, i fear the clouds of judgment might bear down upon me, to sniff, to deem my character as worthy or unworthy of their continued presence and admiration. No doubt, many of these trials take place alone within my mind, but their presence
It’s funny how so many different scents can bring back totally different memories. like everything just flashes before your eyes when you take one whiff of perfume, cigarette smoke, foods, alcohol, beer.
It can smell good or bad and you really hope it smells good so you don’t have to smell something bad. I personally like things that smell like flowers or earthy. I’m smelling green tea right now!
I walked into the room. Looked at the bed. My only thoughts went to just a few hours prior. I laid down on the bed to find that I could still smell your scent on my pillow.
The smell of her fragrance was sublime. It reminded me of my first girlfriend, Jackie. Maybe it wasn’t that great.
The most beautiful fragrance is my grandmother. She is a hip, mustang driving gal. She smells like designer perfume, baked bread, and motor oil. If I ever grow up – I wanna be just like her.
She had a special fragrance about her– roses, maybe, or lavender. And then there was a scent that had no name, that was uniquely hers, and he longed for it.
He’d lent her shirts, sometimes, and gloves (she liked the fingerless ones), and once that leather jacket he wore onstage. And when he got them back, he’d be dizzy with her scent, dizzier still at the thoughts whirling through his mind when he realized how well it mixed with his own.
Chanel Coco Mademoiselle. It reminds of me Christmas and when I lost my virginity. It smells like freshmen year of college and getting too drunk and having zero regrets. It smells like weet flowers and honey and something I can’t even name. It smells like memories.
the smell of rain. together we sing “i love this rainy weather.” and we take each other to heart. we see the stars hiding in the clouds. you see the pain hiding behind my eyes. even though you are a thousand miles away.
smells of teen spirit, in a little attic one a seaside where mom used to live. Maybe its a memory, maybe its something dad told me, who knows. Could be that its something i long for. But one thing is for certain. I want to experience it.
the fragrance of him when he walked by, made me want him more. But he was hers and not mine. than one day she let him go, and I had my chance. I devised a plan to be with him. and now everything is perfect and i feel like I’m in a paramore song. Two year anniversary on Friday.. and our baby in may. She doesn’t know what she gave up.
I’ve seen you before. Smelt you before. I think. I know. I can remember, almost remember that scent of the house where we met. Probably not.
The scent of sobriety fills the air, as I open the front door and begin my day to day struggles with reality.
Fragrance is like perfume. Perfume is kinda gross. Yeah.
I used to think that if I had to give up one of my five senses, that I would pick my sense of smell. At the time, it seemed like the least important one and the one I’d miss the least. Recently, I had that conversation again and was much less sure of my decision. I suppose it still seems like the one I would part with if I HAD too, but by no means willingly. That feeling you get when you’re entangled with someone amazing and every shaky inhale pulls their fragrance into your chest… Man, that’d be tough to part with.
The fragrance wafted into the room as Lara stepped through the threshold. It smelled of lilacs and daisies, she knew–her favorite flowers–but she wondered what they were for. No one sent her anything, but here they were: a gift to adorn the table, from an anonymous sender.
The soft fragrance from the garden followed her as she entered the kitchen. Flowers. My mother always smelled of flowers. Now that I am older, it is still particularly surprising to me, when the scent of flowers is near though she no longer is.
the smell of flowers and of beautiful scent. gardens and sunny days, fences, and bottles lined up in make-up stores, all images of crushed roses inside of one bottle. The scent, the smell and the place it takes you away. Into a world of memories, or images or of a particular place.
It was a smell… no… a fragrance that drew me to her. It brought back memories of distant summer days playing in the woods as a child. It was a sent of innocence, of kindness. As I followed the fragrance to it’s source, she turned around, her startling blue eyes piercing me to my soul. I knew that she could see through me, through the facade that I used to separate myself from the rest of the world. Her gaze was not harsh however, merely searching.
Boys have their own special fragrance.
You’ve just left them and yet you can still smell them on your hair and shoulders.
It seeps into your skin and reminds you of how much you wish to be with them again.
They leaving a mark so unique and only you know.
Three bricks at the bottom of the industrial steel barrel had an awkward fragrance after three months of putrefaction. But hey! Where else are we going to put the bodies? Huh!?
Oh the fragrance Oh so sweet. I smell the rose next to me. Reminds me of my home and gardens. You can sit there and enjoy the fragrance. The flowers are so sweet to smell.
its something that you smell and some are really really gross but that’s okay. When i think of the word i think of like perfumes. Like I have Victoria secret perfumes and some other ones like juicy. But sometimes fragrances like in scents give me headaches and that really sucks
i see a flower in the far away distance. she has a fragrance.
i look in the window of my home and see my mother. she has a fragrance.
i open the door of my dorm. and see my bed. she has a fragrance.
i open my eyes. hello world. she has a fragrance.
The perfume dripped onto my fingers.
Lilac and lavender. The smell brought me back to the days of summer, the days of love and laughter…the days in which I was happy.
The day that all ended.
I was on a swing, playing with my friends. I swung up and down and up and down and felt the wind on my face. It was the best feeling in the world.
Then I fell.