I Fell into Your Rose Garden | Perfume Poetry

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I fell into your rose garden.
The green-limb snakes wrapped around my arms
with their thorny fangs digging deep
No, I couldn’t break free.

Red drops like petals dripped.
You concealed yourself under the incense cloud
and made your bed in my turmoil.
I love you.

Read Kobraa. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Are We In This Together | Poetry Interlude

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Are we in this together?
What we have here – is constantly unclear.
Different races, like contrasting cuts of leather.
I may be crazy – You may be weird.

Are we in this together?
You have gods I never heard of before.
You’re an introvert – like I was, too.
I say “Hello” but you shut the door. . .

Are we in this together?
He was just striving to give life substance.
Or lay to rest anxiety. . . depression. . .
She just wanted to give writing a chance.

Are we in this together?
Maybe communication is the thing we lack.
If you want to try and make this work. . .
When I leave a comment, do you promise to write back?

Are You on This Ride, Too? © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Are You on this Ride Too? | Poetry Interlude

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Are you on this ride too?
Seems like the wait is taking a long time.
It’s been a while but I’m not closer.
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll be fine. . .

Are you on this ride as well?
After a while I’ve learned all its turns.
There’s no shake or jolt that will surprise me.
But after every ride, the beast still yearns.

Anxiety rises until it breaks,
Pumping faster and faster through my heart.
Just to dive through tunnels of depression.
And when it ends, we’ll be back at the start.

Are you going to ride again?
Just another pill to drop down the mouth.
Hope for the best before leaving your house.

I wrote this poem in response to my thyroid medicine. Thyroiditis can lead to all sorts of emotional disturbances, including anxiety, depression or even a while ride between both. Getting put on medicine can alter your hormones and emotions as well – just making for a harder ride – while just hoping the right dosage will be found and you can finally have peace.

I hope you’re not on this ride, too.

Sometimes I find a blank. . . Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware. © TheFragranceWriter.com 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.