This is My Story

my story
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I guess this part is where I let you know a little bit of my story…

“Scribbled to Paper”

By the time I started “The Fragrance Writer” in 2020, I had already been blogging about poetry for a few years (since 2017). I was inspired by my mother, who decided that, in her retirement, she would try something new – write and publish a book! I thought, if she was brave enough to try that, I should try something, too!

I knew I also had a skill of writing that was just lying dormant inside of me. It was time to bring it out, blow off the dust and start to develop it – to not waste it. So I started a poetry blog. My first one was called “Scribbled to Paper.” A year later, I started a new one, “The Poetry About Us,” which was a more refined version as I started learning the ropes a little bit. That blog eventually changed to “Writing with Strangers,” where I started focusing on the community aspect on blogging and collaborating with other writers.

Another Passion

But I had another passion in my life: Fragrances. This began as a mere nerdy past-time. I was trying to find, one day, online advice of which fragrances were better than another (I know, a pretty subjective idea). I soon discovered there was a whole online community where people rate fragrances, tell the stories about them and list all the notes and details of each. As an accountant, I fell in love with the idea of creating systems of classifications and organizations and ratings for different scents. Even more than that, I loved trying them and experiencing, not just how each one made me smell, but also how each one made me feel.

I now became a “frag-head. . .” Someone addicted to fragrances. I began building my fragrance collection. I started following all of the popular reviewers on YouTube. And I, too, became one of those guys that went on the online communities and starts leaving reviews for every fragrance he smelled.

We Met in the Rain | Poetry Collaboration with Cassa Bassa

we met in the rain
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When we were lonely, we met in the rain.
We only stood and stared at each other.
We shared comfort in misery and pain.
And in the raindrops, our tears found cover. . .

Our own silence was louder than the storm.
But we found heat in the palms of our hands.
You became the jacket to keep me warm.
Is this love? My anxiety expands.

But you only love me when you’re lonely.
You only call me when you are in pain.
You no longer call me like you know me.
I guess this is how it feels to “betray.”

Friend, there’s times and seasons for everything.
For both being away and to embrace.
The monsoon season gave no covering.
When it subsided we both felt out of place.

But every time I met your tear filled gaze.
My reflection was nowhere in hiding.
My heart sank deep into a hopeless place.
I prayed for our friendship never ending.

Click Here to check out our last collaboration, “Popcorn Romance.” Cassa Bassa’s Blog: https://flickerofthoughts.com/. © Cassa Bassa & TheFragranceWriter.com, 2020, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

A Lonely Pinwheel | Short Poem No. 124

a lonely pinwheel
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A Lonely Pinwheel
Spins in the Wind at a Grave:
Someone Remembers.

By that Graves, He Walks.
He’ll Never Have a Pinwheel. . .
Already Alone.

While His Cheeks are Dry.
A Thousand Tears Flood his Soul
Distant, Lonely Stars.

Pain in the Flower.

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

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