“Her sent” By: Jovi

My love, I just saw you but I wish to see you once more. 

Hours later I walk outside.

at last the moon, I finally begin to transform,  

once again I am reborn.

I look at the sky as the leaves flutter by,

staring at the moon always reminds me of looking in to her eyes,

I feel change and rage all at the same time,

only hoping this feeling never dies.

fighting with the wonder and the site before me,

even if I was blind I would still be able to see her before me.

touch, scent and essence all remain,

The sound of her heart beat fills my mind .only to keep me tamed.

I run and jump ,travel as far as her scent flows,

At last! I found her, but, 

my time is running as fast as the wind blows.

I drop to my knees and look at the sky, 

the moon is fading and so are her eyes.

only a few hours till I see her again,

Just before the moon fades back into the dark.I howl and let off my mark.

The moon is taken,and so was she .

But I know now like the moon she will return to me.

I change back , now I can rest.

at last I can remove this fur vest,

but only for now.

even though I’m no longer a beast,I still have her scent

as if she was an upcoming feast.

Her guardian, her protecter I will remain her one true man.

like yin and yang we will forever be hand and hand.

her scent…..

4 April Permalink

Hope

just a chance

to help the victims

and stop the aggressors;

to show the world that we are all people 

and that we all have feelings; 

to make change

and promote equality; 

to popularize acceptance

and make peace;

to show the world what it’s like

and inform them on the harm that’s being done;

to stop the name calling 

and demonstrate the silence;

to stop the harrasment

and end the bullying;

to make a stand

and give hope;

4 April 1 Permalink

Your scent is like a living tree,

it branches love and dispair;

the  fruits are my consolation

with their thorns up in the air.

Sometimes I go for a swing,

but the wheel is on the ground;

sadness to me, it brings.

I do nothing but to frown.

Are you love?

or are you misery?

Where are you now?

Other than inside of me.

4 April Permalink

About her

26 February 1 Permalink

The Words You Still Won’t Let Yourself Hear

It was too late when I told you
how that plum tree in our front yard
threatened me. You stopped listening before I told you
how in those fruits I saw the black eyes of a man
staring at me too close. How the branches and leaves
were arms and fingers outstretched
for something that was mine.
No matter how long I peered through
those grasping hands, I could never find
the center. I was convinced that this overgrown
massive man had a heart filled with wasps
by the way it stung me to look, and look too long.

I picked the fruit, only once. The tender
flesh and too-wet sweetness tasted of a mouth
unwashed for eternity, the texture a tongue salivating
for something foreign. I consider the questions you didn’t ask,
the details you don’t want to hear, a lifetime later.
I know it wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t listen, and I curse that tree
for the chill that creeps down my spine when I
enunciate certain phrases. One day I’ll have the courage
to part it’s branches, stare it deep in purple eyes,
thrust my hand inside to squeeze it’s buzzing heart,
and whisper “I forgive you.” And still, you will forget
to understand.

22 January 2 Permalink

Need a helping hand!

Hi guys and girls!

I am pretty busy these days and can’t always be here to publish new poems.
Therefore I am asking if one of you want to help me while I don’t have the time.

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16 January 3 Permalink

Love Infinity

http://crisealeveri.tumblr.com/post/15218826294/love-makes-the-world-go-round-3

16 January 2 Permalink

13

counting every mole on your back
i could imagine each one was a star
and that your heart was some sort of significant planet
and that i am lucky enough to be floating around in space, just so i might see them

your smile is such an electric shock, that i could be jolted into a million realizations
that i could realize i have finally found the most beautiful thing in the world
that i could realize that me and you were made of the same sort of things
like rainstorms, and good mixtapes

every piece of your hair is a blade of grass in a field where only love grows
and that field isnt far from the sea of love, that brought us together through waves crashing, colliding, deciding our souls were attached
and sprinkled into that sea is sand from the cliffs that each of our hearts were carved from
and all i have to do is look into your eyes and know that the world did all it could to make sure we were together.

16 January 5 Permalink

Lifecycle of a festival rat.
By Risa D.

This is the story
of too many lives,
too many friends,
and too many lies,
that started with passion,
all music and dreams,
and ends with failure,
and a wannabe scene
of smoke and mirrors,
and falling stars,
and washed up minds
that don’t know who they are.
It promises “fabulous”
and dirt rock glam,
and will suck you in
as fast as it can.

Cuz you’re 21…

and it’s fun!
And there’s boys in bands
with really tight pants
and tattoos on their hands.
You can hear them shuffling
down the hall in your dreams,
while their keys and their passes
jingle next to their jeans.

And you are in love,
and you know that they’re not,
but they’ll bring you backstage
cuz you’re all that they’ve got,
for tonight in the light
of the cross country tour,
while the girlfriends at home,
and the roads such a bore.
And for a night you pretend
like you’re one of the crew,
and every love song he wrote
was all about you.
Then he’ll show you his bunk
in the back of the bus,
and you forget about showers
though you’re covered in dust.
Cuz this is your chance.
Cuz you’re hungry for more;
to go to sleep on the road
and wake up next stop on tour,
where you’ll get dirty looks:
“You band whore, you slut,”
but be able to brag
about where you woke up,
feeling lost and confused
about where you are,
but pretend it’s ok
cuz you know you’re his star…
When you exit the bus
feeling proud of yourself,
to see his arms wrapped around
a tattooed someone else…

Yet when the dream fades away,

you still want that kiss,
and though you know it ends badly,
it’s a day you can’t miss.
So you get out of bed
with knotted up hair,
and run to the closet
cuz you have to prepare.
So you pull out your chucks
and your festival skirt;
clothes you don’t care
that get covered in dirt.
And you ready the mix
to put on in the car,
though no one will hear it,
and the drives not that far.
And you burn the CD
as you tease out your hair,
and play up the streaks
that match what you wear.
You do your eyeliner up
just to have it melt down your face
in the heat of the blacktop
and the thrill of the chase
that leaves you alone
at the end of the night.
An ending that proves
that your mother was right.
And you go home alone after
forced meet and greets
with only festival notes
to sing you to sleep,
but still go to bed smiling,
cuz it all went to plan, cuz
you got the picture for Facebook,
and felt the touch of his hand.

But at 26…

It’s a little less full

and a lot less fun,
and you’re standing alone
wondering where’s everyone.
And you’re wearing a coat,
dreading the storm,
and your drinking hot chocolate
hiding under the platform.
And nobody cares
cuz the music is shit,
all just trying to prove
their career is legit.
And it’s all about passes
and who knows who,
if you’ll get into tents,
and what you must do
to be on the side stage,
and pretend you can’t dance,
and stand with crossed arms
like this is always your chance;
to be up there
with your favorite band,
and though you’re dying to sing,
act like you don’t care.
Cuz it’s no longer worth it
to follow the tour,
and to hang with the band
isn’t enough anymore.
And you put in this effort
just to fit in,
when everyone’s lost,
and no one knows what they’re doing.
And the ones at the top
are the most insecure,
the ones with the style
who always act bored,
and condemn you for having
the fun you once had,
and won’t come near you
cuz you make them look bad.
But one day you’ll wake up
and put it behind,
and see that the chaos
is just a waste of your time.
Cuz none of this matters
in another ten years,
when there’s real life to live
with a kid and career.
And you’ll forget all their names
by age thirty-six;
lead singers you met,
chicks who called you a bitch.
Only then will you see
that you came out on top,
cuz you don’t work in a bar
or a failing tattoo shop.

So you put up with the drama
and embarrassing tears,
when all of that bullshit
hadn’t mattered for years.

16 January 1 Permalink

INEVITABLE

They met on a winter day,
Quite cause he didn’t know what to say,

Time went on he became himself,
Wondered if she felt the same he felt,

Chilled n talked,
They hardly stopped,
Shit felt down but they always brought each other back to the top

Fast forward when everything suddenly dropped,
The jokes, the laughs, it all stopped,

Trust closed the door,
Too many fights, till one ends up on the floor,
“You creep” “You whore”
But when he grabbed her, her whole body got stiff like a board,

Adrenaline rush,
Always more then a crush,
He noticed the way she blushed,
and when they touched,
A connection so strong that being one would be too much,
But the thoughts of society’s reactions made her clutch,

Never together,
But he promised he’d wait forever,
Convinced it was for the better,

His time was never right,
He did shit outta spite,
Now they want each other out of sight,
But he holds on tight,
Till she decides too spend another night,
A sudden boom its her mind of dynamite,
Exploding, emotionally kill she might,

Rejection drifting them away,
Can’t look at each other she wants him to go away,
But he wants to show her that he can stay,

Too scared,
Everybody would stare,
Just by the way she cared,
Knew he had to prepare
Be aware of the forced fire in her sorry glare,

In denial,
She dialed 911 and reported a file,
A war broke down during the trail,
Too ashamed of his lifestyle,
But in they’re hearts shes walking down the aisle,
And just to see her he’d walk a thousand miles/

Seeing each other restrained,
They’re both going insane,

But wait, What? He’s had enough,
Reality apart is getting too rough,
Sucking back on nicotine fags, puff after puff after puff,
Pushed back craving for his love,
He needs more she’s his drug,

Debating contact,
She might take it as attack,
Cause her soul knows but its her head that’s whack,

He’s writing her a poem,
She keeps checking her phone,
Two minds working like a cyclone,

Going in circles forming to one,
She cant take it shes done,
In her fathers closet tryin’ to find his gun,
Heads out his door n suddenly starts to run,
She wants to down something that’ll make her feel numb,

Stops to check his phone,
Text that reads ” I’m tired of being alone”
Finally gets there but shes ignoring the door like nobody’s home,

Decides to break the fucking thing down,
Both look over to the gun on the ground,

He grabs it,
She snatched it,
Grabs her and sees her wrists are bandaged,

Both their hearts are torn into bits,
“This isn’t something you can fix”,
Moving closer bit, by bit
His hands on her hips,
Lips getting closer ready to kiss,

Pushed away slowly,
Tells him to leave so coldly,

Feels like hes being crushed by bricks,
Says hes sick of these tricks,
Start with laughs, ends up in conflict,
Her mind switched,

Finger on the guns trigger,
But he asked if she remembered that one winter,
Her heart started to feel like it was being rubbed with splinters,

The gun dropped down,
And suddenly there’s no sound,
Just a body bleeding on the ground,

Uses his lap to rest her head,
He picks up the gun that accidentally shot her dead,
Pressed it against his head,

Snapped,
Reality flashed back,

And both just chose to go on pretending instead

16 January Permalink