Grief
Is a monster
It eats you up
Then spits you out
It tears out your heart
And then your soul
Until you no longer feel whole
It rips out your insides
And abandons you
Left only with your sadness
Quivering
With every beat of your heart
So when i hear
Of another's grief
I remember the soul shredding
Grief of your own
Grief evolves
From the initial
Roller coaster ride
Of a myriad
Of ups, downs, and somewhere inbetween
Of emotions
Time
Separates, and divides
And moves us on
And eases the pain
A little at a time
The weird thing
About grief
It isn't always about loss
Through death
But also for those still living
No longer in our life's
I know both versions

by Jemia

The Twilight cat
It's eyes
A shimmering emerald green
Lay hidden
Up an old yew tree
Looking to the sky
Awaiting the stars
In the blue velvet night
The hairs
Inside it;s pointy ears
Rose up
In anticipation
And the thrill
When the first star
Came twinkling into life
The Twilight cat
Would purr, so loudly
That the yew tree
Would shake
As its roots trembled
As the earth around it
Would shift
As the earth quaked
Yet within a few moments
The Twilight cat
Would climb down
From its perch
And venture off
Through the graveyard
And search for mice
With the stars
Now glimmering
Like diamonds
Amongst the twirling
Emerald green eyes
No longer jaded
With stars in her eyes

by Jemia

went to my second life modelling of today,
felt tired,
but it went really well,
and i was applauded at the end,
which was kind of surreal,
being applauded for being naked for 2 hours,
but it seems that its not what you naked,
it's how you do naked! lol!lol again!
it's ironic,
that ive had over a hundred jobs in my life,
and that i should be successful at being naked,
i blame it on being born,
i'm simply reverting to my birth,
but without nappies
(that would be a little weird!)

Jemia 😅😏

Reflections
On a ceiling
Scattered
Jaded memories
Melodic music
Floats
On the balmy night air
Bodies
Swing, and sway
And in disarray
People move
With the groove
Green bottles
hang
Not from walls
But from the ceiling
Are very appealing
Yet remain still
Unmoved by the beat
That throbs
At my dormant feet
Whilst a shaggy dog
With a bow
Seemingly in the know
Watches all
Whilst perched upon
A pale green wall

by Jemia

Me, and the moon
Have a kind of
On, off relationship
Which really drives me mad
One Day
When the moon's not looking
I'll catch it
When it least expects
In the palms of my hairy hands
Then *****
My blackened candles
Don my dark robes
Paint a twisted smile
Upon my fair face
Run outside my ramshackle home
And simply
Howl at it
"i used to be a werewolf
But i'm alright NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!"

by Jemia

If i were a flea
What would become of me?
Would i simply be
An itch
That you had to scratch
As i nestled
Within your thatch
Or drown in a flood
As i quaffed on your blood
Or nestled within the hair
Of your cat so fair
As you view it by the fire
Scratching away like a feline choir
Or jump about with springs on my toes
Jumping so high, i could nibble your nose
But not to be
Being a flea
Is not for me

by Jemia

My heart beats
Like the pitter patter
Of bongo's
Smooth, and rhythmical
Jungle drums
No war beats
Synchronised
Symbolic
Communicative
Hollow echoes
On tightened skin
That once lived
And had a beat
All of its own

by Jemia