Staring into a blank screen,
Thinking thoughts, that might of been,
Over the hill, and far away,
Seeking serenity, in the land of Fae,
Time to rest, and let it lay
As an over-riding emptiness
Lies down
And goes to sleep
As hollow tears
begin to creep
Into the abyss
Of no return
Where my heart
And soul now burn

by Jemia

My flat lies dormant
Yet full of a multitude
Of expectations
For a myriad
Of possibilities
A cluttering gathers
Yet remains inane
For some as yet
Has an unknown purpose
Each item
Is awaiting it's own birth
Whereupon
The realization
Of each's meaning
Will be revealed
This includes myself
An unknown
Unstoppable force
Awaiting my encounter
With an immovable object
When the two unite
It will be love
I await in anticipation
Of wishing for something
That deep down
I know
That i am now destined
To remain amongst the clutter
Of the what
Might have beens

by Jemia

Day, After Day

I look out of my window
And i'm confronted
With a thick mist
Wondering perhaps
That ive died
And this is
Some kind of strange afterlife
I go to pinch myself
Yet decide not to
As i haven't as yet
Decided
That i want to be alive
And that in the meantime
I'll remain
In this strange
Limbo world
Somewhere between
Non-existence, to another non-existence
If i become the food of worms
Then so be it
Whichever way
I'll still be alone
Life
Is such a strange game
To play
Day, after day
After day

by Jemia

What none of us
Have yet realised
Is that planet Earth
Is a massive psychiatric holding unit
For the planet Bulcrapio
We are all implanted
With something in our brain
To disguise the fact
We are all insane
And we have been left
To our own devises
Some of us
Have learnt to adapt
And occasionly recognise bull crap
And thus
Not quite as mad
As some of the others
And some make wild claims
That we are from another planet!
oops!
But it has become apparent
That the most insane
Out of all of us
End up, somehow
Becoming the most powerful
Normally elected by those
Who are possibly more insane
But less ambitious
As why else
Would these people
Get into office
In the first place?
The world hasn't gone mad
It' always been mad
It just seems madder!

by Jemia, formerly Ann Boleyn, and also Cleopatra!

A
One of my tutors at uni
Once said of my handwriting
"It appears
As if
A drunken spider
Has crawled across
The pages!"
I said
"Twas not the spider
That was drunk!"
How we laughed!
B
I was thinking
Only yesterday
That i can
Make analogies
'Til the cows come home
C
Someone bid
On an ebay
Thing of mine
Then cancelled
A false profit!

all unfortunately by
Jemia

From Wuthering Heights
To withering frights
Lo! i am the witch that be
I live on the sand, just by the sea

I cause the sand, to fall into your bread
I laugh at your curses, and what you have said
And watch with joy, as the seagulls attack
And fly away with, your seaside snack

I don't have a broom, as i use a sail
I cackle, and curse, and occasionally wail
And should you wonder at my green-ness indeed
It's due to my diet, of eating seaweed!

I especially enjoy things, when the sky turns grey
And a storm is brewing, with plenty of spray
With a cold wind ablowing, sand everywhere
I cackle, and chuckle, as it gets in your hair

Apart from all that, cold, and ice
Deep down inside, I'm actually quite nice
If you meet me, i'll happily include you
In my eye of newt, and wing of bat stew!

by Jemia

He fell on the Fell
As he fell over, falling on the Fell
His fellow Fell walker
Also fell on the Fell
These two fellas fell over
Falling on the Fell
They feel the Fell
Made them fall
Such foolish falling
Fell walking fellers they were

by Jemia