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
question
Posted 2 days ago, 56 comments so far.
I write. a quote I just shared with a friend. the idea rings utter truth for my world of words.
Posted 9 days ago, 20 comments so far.
part of a dream
Posted 9 days ago, 43 comments so far.
A challenge which poses a question and is not written to be spectacular
Posted 11 days ago, 54 comments so far.
miss
Posted 12 days ago, 53 comments so far.
bedtime note written on a post it note.
Posted 24 days ago, 74 comments so far.
the heart and mind wakes the flesh
Posted about 1 month ago, 7 comments so far.
love is not a game
Posted about 1 month ago, 107 comments so far.
seven stories but so many ways to tell them. I have to believe that or I'll stop writing.
Posted about 1 month ago, 17 comments so far.
I remember how love felt and it makes me smile from my insides and I bless myself.
Posted about 1 month ago, 5 comments so far.
Writing
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…
Taboo
The archetypal Amish star quilt of all colours / mummified my body / inviting me into a dream of the heavens Inanna braided her underworld dreams into mine / spilling nectar of truth onto the roo…
mercy
her alabaster lip / pouted / seductively her tangled spirit / rolled / achingly her desire for touch / spilled / into waiting hands her tears / washed / all the feet that walked into h…
