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 Poets
Who 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 Poets
Please 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 Poets
In 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 Poets
Today 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 Poets
The 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 Poets
The 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 Poets
I'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
