
Yasmine Rivera
I am 16 years old with a passion for writing poetry and books. My material is incredibly melancholy, so do not forget the tissues.
I Must
I was once tall standing, but now I'm wilting away. You should have told me I wasn't enough, maybe it would've caused less pain.
Yasmine RiveraPublished 12 months ago in PoetsWho Am I?
I decided to choose this photo because I knew exactly who I was I chose this photo because it was taken in the most blissful moment.
Yasmine RiveraPublished about a year ago in PoetsPlease Ask Me
Can someone please ask me, "How are you doing?" I am tired, tired of listening to your problems, yet I don't think I'll ever stop.
Yasmine RiveraPublished about a year ago in PoetsIn Our Last Moments
The soft, fair white skin that my thumb grazes upon I can still feel it on my skin. The pattern that my thumb took grazing your cheek
Yasmine RiveraPublished 2 years ago in PoetsToday I Saw Dragonflies
Today I saw a swarm of dragonflies and it made me think of you. The person whom died exactly a week before my 8th birthday.
Yasmine RiveraPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Two Doors
You tasted like Ecstasy. The drug I needed to set me free. The key to the chains. Once a prisoner with darkness being my comforter.
Yasmine RiveraPublished 2 years ago in PoetsThe Obsession
The tone in those eyes was immense. Piercing my heart. Leaving gaping holes. Suffocating without your air. Struggling to live without your voice.
Yasmine RiveraPublished 2 years ago in PoetsI'm Sinking
My body shivers as it sinks into the cold, dark water. My head still above the surface. I try to escape its grasp. The grasp that pushes me under.
Yasmine RiveraPublished 2 years ago in Poets