And all because the quest for the desired and perfect life leaves no room to be human

Your gaze changed
It turned away from me to her
And I can’t blame you
You’ve found the love of your life
The heart of your poetry
I’m genuinely happy for you
But I’m grieving the shift in our relationship
I’ll miss being the muse to your poems
The late night phone calls
The “have you seen the moon tonight” texts
I’ll miss what once was

I am on the street
No roof
Sleeping on the pavement
Once lived in a Two Bedroom Apartment
My apartment had assortments
One night there was a knock at the door
I thought should I open or ignore?
It was the Landlord
He stated, “WHERE IS YOUR RENT?”
You see, I was working, but was laid off after working for a company for 12 years, the company was doing bad
It was good bye to this lad
I was on unemployment and received my Severance
I was living off the two sources
I was the only forces
Now the sources have been exhausted
I hadn’t paid the rent in months
The Landlord evicted me at once
The Street is where I nest
Living outside is not the best
The Shelters are not for me
They are not safe you see
Pavement life
Living my own advice
The thought of home is only within me
Alone
No Family
Regrets
Homeless into endless
This is where I roam
The street I call home
My name is not known
I am nowhere to be found
Maneuvering people and car movements are my only sounds.

Keep more dreams yourself then the reality could destroy

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

A fading daffodil
With a hung-dog look
Like the pages
Of a dog-eared book
Dear beautiful daffodil
I still love you
You may age, and die
But your essence,
And presence
Will lie
Within my heart
Forever

by Jemia

Cream for skin
popping pills
a dry thirst

Duck and dive
need for solitude
uncomfortable reveal

Riding the Universe
standing still
a momentary life

A looking up
hopping on two legs
cracks in pavements.

Life
Sometimes cocooned
Sometimes a caterpillar
Always awaiting that butterfly moment
Take wing
Beautiful butterflies
Learn to fly again
And to float
On the soft gentle breezes
Of hope

by Jemia

To no fault of my own, the little I own
To the words that ask me to conform.
I feel so alone—in the deep chasms of a petrified soul.

An open door, shut by a closed mind to make a move.
Unwillingness of that to do.

Oh what a world to live in.
Searching, always seeking; in the depths be,
Of a tempestuous sea. I still can’t swim.

So comes that sinking feeling again. I’m sinking in
Deepest thought to the very END. My always sinking
HEAD. Especially when pride gave you a big head.