Lisa Jewell
Groups
Lisa Jewell hosts Midnight Ramblers and Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom! and is a member of "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Anger Management, Challenge Café, Core [C.O.R.E], Freedom In Words & Art, Freedom to Shine, Friends of RedBubble, Graphic Scratch, Inspired By Life, Love Bullets, Melbourne & Victoria, Men Appreciation, Pleasure & Pain, Politics, Race, Sexuality and Culture, Reaching Freedom, The Art of Pain, The Red Writing Room, THE SISTERHOOD, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, Verses Dark and Woman Appreciation.
Journal Entries
Lisa is tipsy and speaking in the third person
Posted 3 minutes ago.
what do your eyes reveal?
Posted 1 day ago, 6 comments so far.
use your words carefully
Posted 3 days ago, 13 comments so far.
a thanks to all for their care and kindness, I've spat in the eye of exhaustion
Posted 4 days ago, 43 comments so far.
Lest we forget
Posted 10 days ago, 17 comments so far.
fear
Posted 11 days ago, 60 comments so far.
question
Posted 15 days ago, 59 comments so far.
I write. a quote I just shared with a friend. the idea rings utter truth for my world of words.
Posted 22 days ago, 20 comments so far.
part of a dream
Posted 22 days ago, 44 comments so far.
A challenge which poses a question and is not written to be spectacular
Posted 24 days ago, 54 comments so far.
Writing
release
A reel of saffron thread / embossed a pattern upon my lover’s tongue / Aphrodite’s girdle slipped away like yesterday no trickery / stitched / a weave around my frame no siren / lul…
melancholy blues
a green caterpillar / slept comfortably in the groove between my thumb and index finger / his dream circled a halo then caressed my face / inviting me to see things I’d not thought to accept as …
when I dance, I am no longer thinking and it is better than a drug
music tickles every pore of my body with its celestial feathery fingers / seeping deeply within mixing a new juice into the blood that sings through my veins / between my head and heart there is …
goodbye is sometimes needed, but not always forever
from my core pitch black abyss / a rumble / desecrated my illusions / breaking Adam’s rib / bone shards / left a trail on the yellow brick road / roses immortalised by glass panes / shattered …
self protective fleeing reveals the inside of me has wings
shiva slipped between the crisp black sheets fixed to my pyre bed. / I fell into a snow white sleep, blocking out the seven degrees of my new found separation. Sugar coated memories filled the dar…
unlikely or
A rose wore only a black veil / her Hecate flesh / renounced itself in the valley of the Queens / lips carved / from the holy sunrise / turned to bone / her soul / was stolen / during the winter…
