fragrance to influence others. Making an impact to those around you. Feeling fresh. A good feeling.
LC
*day
Anne Hodges
There was an amazing scent that filled the room, it reminded me of.a.faint and beautiful summers afternoon, relaxing out in my car, just waiting for the dream man of my life to come peeping around the corner to come and brighten up my dad with his charming ways. He would always come about with a smile and a fishing pole usually tagging along with him. He would usually ask how I was and hope in the car and say, ” let’s get outta here”, and like that we were off heading to wherever our hearts desired.
the scent when a cavalier gallantly gallops on
his sea-biscuit caliber horse,
down the Oceanside,
onto the merry streets of Long Beach,
a renegade pined for by his once-was lovers;
he leaves behind the ticky tack worries
and concerns
and he rides
towards the sun that only sets in one direction!
If you asked someone what the scent of failure is, what would they say? The smell of alcohol-and-ashtrays in bars, even in the mornings? The smell of piss on bridge walls in the underbelly of cities? Or is it just air in general, in the cleanest of homes, on the tallest of mountains, breathed by people who have only clean homes and physical fitness to show for themselves?
passing through
the thick cloud of
people
poisonous plumes
of toxic fumes
assault my senses
until
his subtle musk
gently pulls me in
and he’s the entire
atmosphere
She puts it on her notes, tokens, and trinkets that she gives to you. But a scent isn’t tangible. Its simply a memory of past scents and stirs the thickening pot of smells and memories that define who you are. Perfume, breakfast, BO, it all is a memory.
“Candles are smart” said no one ever.
fragrance to influence others. Making an impact to those around you. Feeling fresh. A good feeling.
*day
There was an amazing scent that filled the room, it reminded me of.a.faint and beautiful summers afternoon, relaxing out in my car, just waiting for the dream man of my life to come peeping around the corner to come and brighten up my dad with his charming ways. He would always come about with a smile and a fishing pole usually tagging along with him. He would usually ask how I was and hope in the car and say, ” let’s get outta here”, and like that we were off heading to wherever our hearts desired.
a portal to the past. a warning. a welcome.
“Candles are stupid,” Said no one ever
Yep that is all I have.
the scent when a cavalier gallantly gallops on
his sea-biscuit caliber horse,
down the Oceanside,
onto the merry streets of Long Beach,
a renegade pined for by his once-was lovers;
he leaves behind the ticky tack worries
and concerns
and he rides
towards the sun that only sets in one direction!
If you asked someone what the scent of failure is, what would they say? The smell of alcohol-and-ashtrays in bars, even in the mornings? The smell of piss on bridge walls in the underbelly of cities? Or is it just air in general, in the cleanest of homes, on the tallest of mountains, breathed by people who have only clean homes and physical fitness to show for themselves?
passing through
the thick cloud of
people
poisonous plumes
of toxic fumes
assault my senses
until
his subtle musk
gently pulls me in
and he’s the entire
atmosphere
She puts it on her notes, tokens, and trinkets that she gives to you. But a scent isn’t tangible. Its simply a memory of past scents and stirs the thickening pot of smells and memories that define who you are. Perfume, breakfast, BO, it all is a memory.