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Name: Jewleah
Location: Appleton, Wisconsin, United States
Gender: Female


Interests: Tech, being a ninja, writing, random things, drawing and sketching, painting, photography, dreams, art in general, psychology, reading, and detail painting. Road trips, laughter, fires (making them), the curiousity of NOT burning what you eat. People who'll double knot your shoes, music with soul, not eating meats, things that make me cry when I'm laughing, things that make me laugh when I'm crying, the rest of the world. Imagination and the word why. Smiles, the possibility of peace, being a hippy without the stereotypical drugs, and being happy without the stereotypical drugs.
Expertise: Art and Technical Theater, Writing.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

of the air

The clouds are white cattle in the sky

Roaming towards the other horizon line

Slivers of a blue backdrop peeking through

Swirling black hurricanes of airborne birds,

Slip some flight into your unspoken words

 

Kiss the flame and let it into your bloodstream

Drink it in and blur reality and dreams

Winter’s cold breath is inside your skin

Pulling your sweater, wearing it thin

 

If we put our bodies inside

And wore our emotions out

You might see my anger for the first time

You are the ice settling in my bones

The uneasy feeling in being alone

 

Ghosts in the sky begin to rain

As I resolve to let it slide away

Walking the rails of these train tracks

I hear you coming, but refuse to look back.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

Clear blue

A place where I can lay in amber grass and breathe

The night through the screen of stars above my head, through the sieve

Listen to the rush of air over rocks and the groan of

Sleeping trees as I wake up, dive into the rippling waves

Of this frigid lake and drink my chest full of elixirs

Stretch out like a raft and listen to the tide with my ears underwater

Waves tickling the edges of my face and I soak it in

Expanding with the universe, I’m drifting ankles-first into a sandbar

Stand up and watch the flickering light of scattering fish

Splash out onto dry sand and follow the fire until I am breathing ash

Into my furnace, lighting the coals of my eyes

For you to find me by.


What I learned in History class:

I learned that it is easy to be the only one to raise my hand

And say that I like a man I never knew, but who sounds terrible

In everyone else’s eyes

It is so easy to judge and hate and live on the black line

Of yes or no, hot or cold, wrong and right

When we really live in the void

The space full of maybes, and in betweens

Where I can be radiant, and cry

Where I can break your heart and hug you

You can compliment and ignore her

Between the teeth of the comb, where everything is straight

And on the outside, we are all bent and frizz

One man can change a nation years after he dies

And I want to change the world every minute I am alive

I want you to open your eyes as wide as mine

Look around this world, and tell me what you see

Because I’ve had enough of you talking with your eyes closed

Shut up and see

See that I can be in love, too, even though you won’t let me marry

That we all don’t have a gender

Some of us are scared, and we need you to stand up for us

We can play dress up without breaking the rules

Even when someone can’t use their legs, they can stand up

And face the world, and you aren’t anybody to tell them no

So don’t try to

When you see somebody who appears differently than you

Be that in their skin color, dress, facial expression, movement

You don’t put them in a box, because boxes are for things you aren’t looking at

And you should always be looking and asking and learning

Even when you are not in school, you should be questioning

Change doesn’t mean good or bad, change means different

Which means not like right now, or before

So let’s make all our changes improvements

Let’s take all of these people out of our boxes

And start conversations, start smiling and listening

Sharing what we have, even when we don’t have it

Being strong enough to know when we need to be lifted up

And weak enough to wait for whoever is finishing last

Because if we don’t carry our histories with us

We will never learn how to improve upon our future

And I want to give you best future we can have.


Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Operation

Keeping bandages on, only helps so long

And the pain, it keeps me awake

Got so much healing left but I

Have nothing here to tread on -nothing to take

So I walk on in the water,

Carefully

Because I can’t keep walking with my

Mouth full of river 

And I can’t stop talking

With my head full of dreams

So don’t make me.

Don’t make me stop,

Just lift me up, lift me up and listen to me sing.


Losing Heart

 

I am holding my breath, because I've got to keep this love up in my chest

I want to cut my hair, tear my clothes, climb a tree for camouflage

I am so hungry for my next breath, tasting the summer on my skin

Hear you closing the door behind me, and I’m gone

My teeth are bared, arms are crossed, heart echoing open, open, open

Making footprints in wet cement to cross this road,

Learning to roll my shoulders back, but not look over them

Got to follow my bliss, bliss, bliss

All the way back to the spring

Got to follow this golden thread back to the source

Trace my laugh lines and look for the echo.

 

 



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