ymmiJ

ymmiJ 2d

Irony

I glimpse the past in pink sands
shells crushed by time
once shelters from the storm
now reduced to souvenirs
in man's blown glass bottles

ymmiJ 4d

The Sea

the sea, the sea
bring me to the sea
in front of her crashing waves
where I can dream of being free

ymmiJ 6d

Untitled

take the morning sun
before the afternoon doubt
slowly settles in

ymmiJ Jul 4

Picnic Ant

an ant carried a moth
dead of course
with no remorse
but with pride
at his find
on this July 4th

ymmiJ Jun 11

Untitled

they die
you don't
that's pain

ymmiJ Jun 7

Untitled

barbarian horde
knocking upon roman doors
fiddles hit their chord

ymmiJ Jun 7

Untitled

wounds take time to heal
scars remain proving they're real
the pain you still feel