After visiting the lava-tree
I washed my hands with toile-trees
The weather outside, was sort of win-tree
Affording me no pleasan-trees

As my thoughts become arbor-tree
But hear no words of bigo-tree
So studied the elemen-trees
Looking for some asymme-tree

I sat within a conserva-tree
As i pondered on the fores-tree
Wishing to write something complemen-tree
It all became a mys-tree

I thought for a while on trigonome-tree
And the sciences of chemis-tree
Got completely lost in microcircui-tree
So sent myself to Coven-tree

So i'll finish this piece of coque-tree
As dwell upon my ances-tree
As i delve into lost his-tree
Then return again to the lava-tree!

by Jemia

Like
A tapestry
Of words
Like
The birdsong
Of birds
And
Sometimes
Dancing with
The Absurd

by Jemia

It doesn't really matter
Should i really care?
As no-one is likely to see
My holey underwear!

by Jemia

He had noisy eyes
And a loud smile
With a face
That would haunt me
For quite a while

Whilst clenched in rage
His fingers, and thumbs
And hair
As bare
As a land of bombs

His heart
was not beating
And his soul
Fallen, out of his rear
Into a poo-tin

by Jemia

Just got back
From the land of Fae
Happily ambushed by bluebells
And Elfin stick houses
And chattering trees
And May queens
And the sun, and moon
Kissing each other
Under a blue azure sky

by Jemia

Had ten hours in bed
Mostly asleep
Wiped out
Heard my neighbour
Coughing again
Not only am i
In no condition to help her
I'm now in actual fear
Of what she now
Maybe carrying
She's late 20's
Early 30's
She has a great singing voice
I once could sing okay
Now mostly, sing like a drain
The big sleep
Didn't change anything
Still exhausted
And still of course
The pain
Now need to manoeuvre
Out of my bed
I move like a crouching tiger
With a missing leg
I switch on the radio
So i at least
Have the company
Of strangers
And their chatterings
A bit like a ****** of sound
For some reason
Of late
Ive been dropping the S
In sciatica
Silence
Is not always
Golden

by Jemia

On my way to the Red Post Box today, i was caught in a sudden heavy rainfall, also the wind suddenly picked up, and within seconds, there were wet autumnal, sodden yellows, reds, and brown, rusting, and rustic leaves flapping around, one of which, slapped me around my cheek!
I carried on walking, my only concern, was to make sure i posted the small bundle of envelopes i had clutched in my hand, and that actually, i quite enjoyed the rain, i found it's honesty, refreshing. The envelopes only suffered mild moistening, where some droplets had run of my hands. I posted the letters into the welcoming mouth of the Red Post Box. I  was about to turn around, and make my way home, when the Red Post Box spoke to me! "I hear that you mention me on your FB posts quite often, and also in your short stories and poetry, like i'm some kind of inanimate object, but refreshed that you don't say anything negative about me, i still feel taken for granted!" L looked the Red Post Box, straight in the mouth (it obviously had no eyes!) I was about to say something, but then remembered the other day when i'd been chatting with a Daisy, and after, a slightly psychotic Mole, and that some neighbours had witnessed this, and given me a "LOOK!" So i quietly whispered to the Red Post Box "I'll write to you" and left

How did people write?
By candlelight
Got four candles
Or fork handles
On the go
It's so dark
I don't really know
That emit
A very pleasant glow
But not enough
To easily see
Without elec tricity
Got some classical
On Radio Three
On my wind-up radio
With no battery
Arms ache
For goodness sake!

by Jemia

it's 2:25, and i'm lying in my bed
butterflies and fairies, are circling my head
and sat on my shelves, preparing to attack
are witches and dragons, and a yackety yack
ive a digereedo and a digeree don't
and a mermaid that will, and a mermaid that won't!
ive a gorgon that talks to me, late at night
and a lady vampire, who knows how to bite
so all may not be quite as it seems
these things i see, before i enter my dreams..

After a friend told me, that i should become Prime Minister
I decided, after a few minutes of quiet deliberation, and contemplation
Why not?
So off i trundled, and put myself up as an independent candidate for the next general election
I won my sear hands down, a landslide victory was mine
The general public, obvious fed up with current availability
And perhaps yearning for some fresh blood, and someone new to blame
Took to me, like a duck to water!
Now all the other political parties took note of my success, especially as i was currently an independent. and such was the narrow margins of possible voters
They festooned me with much praise, and the party that was currently the opposition, wanted me the most. i know this, as they offered me the best bribes, which i was happy to accept
Within a few weeks, they elected me as their new leader
When the current government's leader Prime Minister resigned, due to a *** scandal, involving a camel. the new Prime Minister stepped in, and full of arrogance of his self worth, decided to cement his standing, by holding another general election, convinced it would be a walkover
Unfortunately for him, all it proved, was how much out of touch, he truly was,
and that he was not loved by anyone. but i was, and within a very short space of time, after that conversation with a friend, i was now Prime Minister!
This received global attention, so much so, i was made world leader of the free world (wherever that may be?)
In my office, there were various buttons on my desk
and the person explaining their individual uses to me, had really bushy eyebrows, and i was so focused on these, that i wasn't really listening, especially the part where he said "under no circumstances press this big red button, unless, you think there is going to be a nuclear strike!"
I only know this now, as everything said in this room was recorded
the very first phone call i received, came from the commander of all the free world forces. who happened to have his telly on quite loud, and happened to be watching a news item about some union action, and someone shouting through a megaphone "Strike now!"
I remember thinking "Oh crap!" and slammed my hand down on the big button
Unfortunately, this caused World War Three! and if that wasn't bad enough, i also sprained my wrist!
But the headline in the last newspaper ever published read
"She Meant Well!"

by Jemia

PRIDE
"Oh my god!"
"Is that a geezer?"
Said two drunks
As i swept past
And slightly aghast
I walked on...
My heart sunk
So i decided
To get drunk
To numb the pain
But i knew
The pain would linger
A heart felt Agony
That i shouldn't have to endure
Again, and again, and a *******, 'gain!
But i knew i would
Even though i should
Let it go
But it hangs
Like mistletoe
Over my head
Like tears, that linger
I sort of pity the young
About to commence this journey
Of the ******
But i wouldn't change a thing
No, i'm not a geezer
And never have been
I'm a woman
That's not always been seen
I was simply born
With one digit to many
Which thankfully
Has been resolved
But doesn't show
(And don't i know)
On my face
Which is a reflection
Of a different place
In which i no longer reside
I'm now
And always have been
Fully affiliated
With Pride
A heart felt agony
That i shouldn't have to endure
Again, and again, and a ******* 'gain
But i knew i would
by Jemia

The mosaic gold Daffodils
Hang loose, and limp
Ramshackled
Dishevelled
As they droop
Disdainfully
Towards their destiny
Yet their spark of life
Remains beautiful
Echoing their former glory
Still adorned
With their outer tunics
Like pale veils of harmony
Drawn back
Over limp green shoots
The now dying 'Daffs'
Lie, within a mosaic vase of complexities
Of Egyptian Blue's
Crimson Red's
And Verdigris Green's
Creating a tapestry
Of a primary delight

by Jemia

Smoking smouldering chimneys
Like old steam engines
Seemingly chugging along
Through the windswept, and whistling
Squally, stormy skies
Is it the trees brushing the clouds?
Or have the houses
Uprooted from their foundations
As they glide along
Aided by the sweeping wind
As a stream of smoke
Billows behind
No choo choo
Just the howling gusts
Like ghosts
Of the dying wolf moon
The steam engine'd houses
Are soon stationary
As the wind dies down
The smoke from the chimneys
Now swirls upwards
Blending
With the grey puffball
Shrouded clouds
The houses
Their facades
Like glowing faces
Widowed windows
Mellowed, yellowed eyes
Light up
As the mouth like door
Closes out the night
Like a secret kiss

by Jemia

I once ate
A wolf ****
Cooked in butter
And garlic
Served on toast
With egg
And beans
It evolved
Around cow pats
Not surprised really...
by Jemia a fun gi rl

My glow has dimmed
And now lies reclusive
As i sit here
Within the shadowed corners
Of my mind
The cave
In which i dwell
Echoes my doubts
I await, unknowing
That the stars are gathering
Floating through the mists of time
On the backs of purple dragons
Breathing fire
Of light, and of hope
Their great wings
Beat away the cobwebs
As my doubts
Are brushed away
And my essence
Is cleansed
My glowing renewed energy
Lights up my cave
As the now
Sparkling jewels of hope
Twinkle

by Jemia

On my walk to the red post box today
A daisy, was sticking up, in a most unusual way
I went to take a closer look, a bit amazed
To see one in November, and in such cold days
When much to my surprise, it spoke to me
When i say spoke, it shouted loudly
"Don't you dare pick me up, i know your sort!"
"You'll turn me into a chain, or something of that sort!"
I was much taken aback, at being shouted at by a flower
Funny time to be daydreaming, at this particular hour
But felt a little guilty, as for a small lark
Last Spring, i'd made some Daisy chains in a park
I also wondered, that a daisy can talk
Maybe it could read my mind, as i walk
So as a way to give it some reassurance
And to let it know, there's no need for life insurance
I said "how can anyone make a chain, with only one Daisy?"
The Daisy pondered this, and looked a bit hazy
At this point, a neighbour walked past
Upon seeing me talk to a verge, a strange look was cast
With a certain amount of panic, and distress
I said "Prince Charles talks to flowers!" to try and readdress
She looked at me again, and increased her pace
At which point the Daisy laughed, at the look on her face
I joined in too, as i could see the funny side to all this
Unfortunately, another neighbour saw me, and all went amiss
This neighbour, gave me an even stranger look
At me, laughing gleefully, like an insane Rook
I made it worse, when i told her i was laughing with a Daisy
She began running, as she obviously thought me crazy
Meanwhile, the Daisy in hysterics, laughed off her petals with glee
I felt embarrassed, and knew the neighbours, would be avoiding me
All of a sudden, the Daisy, shot out of the ground
Up popped a mole, from beneath his mound
The mole spoke these very words
"That got the ******!" i thought how absurd
The mole promptly went back down his hole
The Daisy lay dead, without a soul
So i wandered off back, to my humble home, and clutter
Saddened at the Daisy's demise, now left lying in a gutter
And wondered how could it really be
that a flower, and a mole, had spoken to me

Last night, i dreamt
That i found
A three dimensional
Jigsaw puzzle
Of myself
When i tried to pick it up
It started to fall apart
Toes, fingers
Arms, legs
Hands, and feet
Finally
There was just my head
It looked to fragile to touch
And was concerned
That i may lose my mind
And my whole life
Would fall apart
And when i attempted to pick up
The smaller pieces
They fell like quicksand
Through my hands
I eventually tried
To lift up my head
But that too
Fell completely apart
As my thoughts began to dissipate
Into the ether
And felt
I would lose my mind
Only my heart remained intact
But at least
That had previously been patched together
Although
It still felt broken

by Jemia

Kerfuffled, Discombobulated
And confused
My grey matter upstairs
Is suffering from overuse

My ramshackled head
Is now but a shack
Like a little duck
That knows not how to quack!

by Jemia

The seed of self doubt, has reared its complicated head
Tranquil as a red sunset, calm as a storm unmet
Where clouds leak, onto my every doubt

Twilight soon becomes night, the night becomes enchanted
Where fairies once dwelt, on a land made of felt
Time for bed, dreams need to be dream fed

Oh to feel your tender lips, upon my thighs
When true love, once had a name
My heart, bleeds dry

Little atmosphere, but really atmospheric
To all, and sundry's surprise
Quoth I, of I

by Jemia

I glance out of my window
I see the raindrops
Little globules
Like trickling tears
I am sad
As i cannot now do
What i was hoping to do
The wet, and windy weather
Now imprisons me
The cheerless cold
Rain has stopped play
I shall not create
Any automatons today
No art, or comfortable company
A treasured moment
Cut short
The raindrops
Still trickle down
Without malice
I shall instead
Venture down
Another rabbit hole
Like Alice

by Jemia

When it comes to Covid
I'm hoping for no Christmas presence

Although ive never seen
An intoxicated newt
Or been aware
Of one being inebriatedly cute
Doesn't mean, they don't exist
A drunken newt, getting ******
I dread to think, what may of passed
If instead, they got rat-arsed!
by Jemia

Reams For Dreams
My current writing pad
Is behaving in a very seasonal way
As pages are falling out of it
Like Autumn leaves
Perhaps my writings
Are to heavy
As i scratch, and scrawl
My ink inspired ideas
Onto it's ****** white sheets
As i follow the trail
Inspired by my imagination
And my dreams
As they leak
Like ink on paper

by Jemia

If i want
To look
At someone
That is
Lonely
All i need
Is a
Mirror

by Jemia

Today, i looked at a wall
And saw a face, i didn't recognise at all
It returned my gaze, and said this one thing
If you have an ******, try not to sing!

This puzzled me, to the furthest extreme
As if i had an ******, i'd more likely scream
But my memory of such things, were in the distant past
And a scream might sound like singing, but very very fast

So i checked my old diaries, and that kind of thing
And found a comment, "remember not to sing!"
It was in my own writing, i was much perplexed
As i don't remember being, quite so oversexed

So i contacted ex girlfriends, and a one night stand
One of them had moved, to a far off land
I asked if they'd moved there out of choice
She replied no, it was because of my voice!

I screamed, and cried, and lamented, was my voice oh so bad?
She told me it was more to do, with the fact i was mad
It would of been okay, if i'd sung ballads, and similar things
But i screamed like a Banjee, as if strangled by strings

I thanked her profusely, and apologised too
And considered on whether, i should be caged in a zoo
But as i was single, and likely to stay this way
I told the face on the wall, to simply go away

The face on the wall ignored me, for quite a while
Then opened it's eyes, and began to smile
You silly woman, you're talking to yourself
I am just a mirror, hanging on your shelf!
by Jemia

I was dreaming
I was under water
Drifting along with the currents
Through the reed beds
Of a misty green sea.
Suddenly
I espied a swish
Of a large tail
As it swam by me
But the rest of the body
Of this unknown creature
Remained obscured
I could not see
Through the reeds
Of the misty green sea
I then wondered
As to why my flesh was bare
And also why i was not drowning
I stretched out my arms
Slowly pushing forwards
Gently caressing the water
It was at this moment
I realised,i had a tail
That i had swished
To aid my momentum
At this point
The creature reappeared
As she swam to me
Her long flowing hair
Was a myriad of red yellows, and blue
And her dazzling eyes
Were a subtle jadish hue
She then spoke to me
"Come Hethra, come hither"
"You're always daydreaming!"
And she gently, and gleefully laughed
"Daydreaming?" i thought
"Yes, daydreaming!" said this strange, and wonderful creature
Reading my thoughts
"Come, let us swim to the surface!"
"There is a beautiful moon tonight!"
So i followed her
For whatever else was happening to me
The thought of moonlight reflecting
On a dark blue-green sea
Calmed me
And soon forgot
That other world
That strange dreamworld
where i did not live in water
I was now
Where i should be
With my sister Inanna
Soon, we had gently broken through the surface
Pirouetting skywards
Greeted by a beautiful blue moon
Which shone through
Broken clouds, of a greyish hue
Its' reflection dancing gently
Upon the widening ripples
We began to sing
Beautiful serenades
To this wonderful planet
The mother of us all
And the sweet tranquility
She placed within our beating hearts

by Jemia

I tried to imagine
What it was like
To be
A refugee at sea
Floating along
Swamped with waves
Better to drown?
Than go home...Craving
For a safe haven
I spent six months
In the Merchant Navy
Stood aboard
A 350 tonne Coaster
Looking at
The swirling gravy
As i often used to think
I can't swim
I can sink
Sometimes
Biting my lip
With fear
As severe storms
Were drawing near
Poseidens' rage
Lurking
Eyeing the lifeboat
In dismay
The inevitable
Just a simple delay
As we roll
With the sway
Of a tempestuous sea
This at least, was my choice
As i had nothing to flee
Apart from
The churning sea

by Jemia

COME! Fairies, Pixies, Mermaids, Dragons
Come fly into my room
Come Witches, and beloved cats
Come, come park your dusty broom

Come, keep me company
And help relieve my malaise
Come, bring some song, and laughter
As ive been sad for the last few days

Come Fairies, and dance your dance
Whilst Mermaids pirouette above the spray
Come Dragons, breathe your firey breathe
And burn my doubts away

Come, one, and all
And weave your wonders wild
Come, fill my mind
And release my inner child

by Jemia

Yesterday
My brain
Was wrought
Like iron
In, and on, fire
Shaped
And hammered
Into a multitude
Of thoughts
And like iron
Today
I
Rust in peace
by Jemia

Life is like
A river
Ever flowing
Ever fluid
Ever changing
Evolving
Learning
Becoming
Strong currents
Dark pools
And as it flows
It carries with it
The essence
Of it's beginnings
We are raindrops
As we splash
Into the heady currents
Our ebb, and flow
Driven by the tides
Of our destinies
Some of us
Will fall into the vast ocean
And some of us
Will flow
Against the tides of expectancy
As we form our own
Riverdance

by Jemia

If only my ears
Were sometimes blind
And my eyes
Occasionally deaf
And not to taste
The smells
Nor sense
The numbness
Of prejudice
I could pretend
That the World
Was a happy abode
Whilst wavering away
From realities road

by Jemia

There once was a **** Ernst Rohm
Who conducted his evils with aplomb
The fact he was gay
Held very little sway
As his man-dates went down like a bomb
by Jemia (&Lili)

i don't want to fall in love, i want to drown in the flowing stream, and the rambling brook, running over the gleaming shiny pebbles of love, as fishes swim around, and tickle our feet, and have our arms encompassed around each other, as our two hearts beat in harmony with the delight of it all. my beating heart awaits this moment in anticipation x💕🦋 time for dreams **

by Jemia

There was a young lady called Jemia,
Who's name rhymed with messiah
She had a funny feeling
When down crashed her ceiling
But her tomatoes were still there to admire!
by Jemia

A rose with a thorn
Tears bleed, at looming death knolls
For whom the bell tolls

by Jemia

Living on my own
Freedom to do as i please
No need for knickers!

A strange cocktail
Dreams of romance
With a large dose of Covid
Both remind me
Of my vulnerability
And Loneliness
It's like falling into an abyss
An empty void
Of silent space
My heart bleeds
Into the ether
There seems no hope
Just this solitude
I find unable to bare
No embraces
To fill my heart
I am no more
Than a grain of sand
On an empty beach
Washed away
In a tide of emotions

by Jemia

I have this cunning plan
To one day move, at will
To the Event Horizon
Where time stands still
And thus theoretically
I will not age
Nor ever
Become a sage
Nor ever come back
Especially should i fall
Into a hole that is black
So i'll keep my feet
Rooted, on the ground
And remain on this planet
Which is ever so round
As i have to settle for the fact
That i once made time fly
As i set a Christmas tree clock
Towards a ceilinged sky
But then something
Quite profound
As i then stopped time
When it smashed to the ground
So i don't really need
Any Black Holes in outer space
As i become like a clock
With a wry looking face
Next time
I hope to not go so far
Stopping time
Or become like Sagitarius
What A-Star!

by Jemia

4.6 million times the size of our Sun, Sgr A
Lies 26,000 light years away
This Supermassive Black Hole, to see
Lies in the centre, of our Milky Way Galaxy

Cannibalistic chaos
Time, stands still, and unfound
Like a hungry hippo
Feasting on all around

With siblings
Floating around other galaxies
A myriad of distant darknesses
Sculpturers of space, creating their odysseys

Like creative vampires
The one in our universe
Created several billion years ago
An unusual stability, and a silent in verse

This beautiful sleeping giant
A singularity awaits
For new distant worlds
That will never witness their own fates

The dawn of their time
Imprisoned forever
Immeasurable, and still mostly unknown
The black hole staying together

Will, perhaps in time
Fade away
And evaporate
Eventually seeing its last day

And die
But with a memory of its own
With wormholes
And portals, to places unknown

To its other dead self
A kind of dystopian space
In a very weird future
In some distant timeless infinite place

by Jemia

Scared To Death
Through the possessed and darkening wood
By the stream of tormented screams
An equine ogress of the night there stood
Just waiting to enter your dreams
As blood red eyes of an incubus glared
Malevolently malefic demons hiss and curse
Whilst the victims of the night grow increasingly scared
As their nightmarish visions grow worse
One moment the victim is buried alive
Scratching from their coffins within
Or waiting for an unseen monster to arrive
Or running fearfully from a demonic grin
A terror, a fear, of what's behind
"I wonder what's under the bed?"
And now it's so dark, you'll think you've gone blind
As you're strangled by what's in your head
As you wake with a fright, in the dead of the night
And you cringe at the shadows you see
You then tremble with fear, as the evil draws near
Encountering something you know cannot be
You now scream from your soul, at a terror now whole
As the fumbling dead reach out from the grave
A possessed girls doll, asks you out for a stroll
So to madness you are now made a slave
But the pain wasn't right, you should be numb in the night
As you pinched yourself to extreme
You then died with fright, in the mad moonlight
As surely pain can never be in a dream
by Jemia

Last night
I had an ****** dream
Involving scissors
It was a non-cutting experience
No marks
Or remarks
At a snip
And she didn't
Bite my lip
I do miss her
She was a lovely kisser
And i will take delight
If i dream of her again tonight
Such sweet sensual dreams

by Jemia

Setting so serene
Crafts, clear creative cobwebs
Relaxing rummages

Idyllic setting
Perfect inspiration blooms
Time to write, create

Art in the park, life
Refresh old skills, start anew
Time to now blossom

by Jemia

the squawking seaside serenade
that grates like rasps on tender ears
the splattered whitewashed pavement
as a dreaded destiny nears

innocently admiring drifting oceanic views
whistfully and reminiscently gazing into the past
as drifting currents carry away our dreams
until a seagull ***** on you at last!

by Jemia

Slurping quickly, at melting ice cream
Under blazing sunny skies, happy kids scream
Mother nature, at her colourful best
Meanwhile, young birds are leaving their nest
Easy rider, and other summer sounds
Rain sometimes falls, so homeward bound

Sandcastles, buckets and plastic spades
Undulating sand dunes, kites on parades
Maddening crowds, unable to escape
Memories of quieter days, just sipping the grape
Empty beaches, and deckchairs,sand creatures delight
Rain soon interrupts, early morning light

Screeching seagulls, stealing food
Upsetting picnics, their hunger is rude
Moth-eaten fishing nets, on a bamboo stick
Meandering over rock pools, crab claws click
Easily caught souvenirs, and hand held windmills
Rain soon interrupts, with sea wind chills

Summer sun, fills the now cloudless azure skies
Uncontrolled beach *****, floating up high
Misguided tourists, on the wrong beach
Mean't to go to Hastings, now out of reach
Every holiday, a mix of wind, rain, and sun
Relaxing, and memorable, and usually, FUN!

Not going backwards
Off the beaten trackwards
Into pie-in-the-skywards
Not sure whywards
Just need to flywards
Looking forwards
To Westward **
Hitherwards, and thitherwards
And outward bound
Inward, Windward, and onward
Wayward, and around
Upwards, and downwards
Then skywards into space
Riverwards, then seawards
In an unknown place
Afterwards
When we've just kissed
Inwards, and deeper
And down-to-earthwards
We embrace
As we drown in love
Downwards
And downwards
We flow
Like drowning
Sea-Sprite's

by Jemia

Soon i will be growing
Yet never be all knowing
Until i start a-sowing
The beautiful seeds of love

Thence we will be going
With a calming zephyr blowing
Near a rambling brook a-flowing
With an azure sky above

As we wander to, and fro-ing
Our hearts will be a-glowing
Beating faster, never slowing
Full grown the seeds of love

by Jemia

Another shrouded Moon of despair
Both glowering, and glowing
As darkened, shadowed Harebells
Await the coming dawn
They flounce, and swoon
At a tender zephyr breeze
As if to awaken
Their moist innocence
Emitting gentle sprays of water
To the sleeping green grass
Growing at their stem
Drops of dew delicately drip down
Tinkling the Harebells
That pout, and kiss the naked air
As the nature of the day
Slowly awakens
Puffball eyes
Soon there are flutterings
As wings of insect life
Venture forth
To quaff the moistened pollen
Of the now invigorated beauty
I arrive upon this scene
Every day, like a ghost
I float, and hover around
This enchanted paradise
As a new pure tranquillity
Caresses my heart
As my eyes bleed tears
At the wonder of it all
I then awaken from a rare dream
by Jemia

Self Portrait (a miniature)
Life begins, being born
Cord strangles, then is torn
Lots of schools, shallow halls
Haunted houses, scary ghouls
Teenage angst, and hysteria
Afghan coat, and flowing hair
Mandrax, and  ******
Moggadon, and Librium
Speed freaks, and acid heads
Empty squats, and monkey beds
****, ***, and alcohol
Folksongs, and rock, and roll
Overdoses, and sleeping pills
Smoking habits, nearly kills
**** attacks, heart attacks
Hair dyes, and healthy snacks
Vitamins, and hormone gels
Changing genders, happy girls
Thigh length boots, and mini skirts
Funky jackets, and abstract flirts
Getting older, greyish hair
Dye it copper, keep that flair
Writing poetry, writing verse
Knowing it's unlikely, to fill my purse
My thoughts are young, my mind is bold
I'll stay this way, with a heart of gold
by Jemia

A myriad of multi-coloured butterflies,
  Nestled in my hair
Around my neck, a necklace of silver dragonflies
  Are quietly resting there
In the centre of my forehead
  An intuitive third eye lies
And behind me, dancing fairies
  Reaching for the skies
Then finally, the expression on my face
  Would be a look of wonderment, as i flew up into space

by Jemia

I kissed her as gently
As the beating wings of a dragonfly
Brushing against the breeze
Like a whisper

I kissed her as gently
As a whisper
Brushing her lips
With my flickering tongue

I kissed her as gently
As a flickering candle
Caught in the breezes
Of secret whispers

by Jemia