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Yasmin Triganza Poem
In this arid expanse, where life's essence is drained,
I wander, a lost soul, forever unchained.
The desert's embrace, a relentless sea of brown,
Engulfs me, in its barren grasp, I drown.
Granules of sand, like time's relentless flow,
Cover my body, from head to toe.
Each breath I take, a dusty, arid gust,
Leaving me breathless, in this desert's trust.
Oxygen tainted by the earth's cruel crust,
I gasp for air, in this desolate thrust.
My parched lips part, but only powder escapes,
A silent hymn of despair, as my spirit drapes.
With knees to the ground, I succumb to the land,
Letting the sand claim me, in its arid hand.
Mummified in this moment, my vessel now still,
In the heart of the desert, I find a tranquil thrill.
Amidst the vast emptiness, I become one,
With the sands of time, my journey is done.
In this desert's embrace, I find my reprieve,
A solace in stillness, a moment to believe.
Copyright © Yasmin Triganza | Year Posted 2023
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Yasmin Triganza Poem
I'll burn like scotch at the back of your throat,
A smoldering ember, a fire that's remote.
But amidst the flames, I'll taste as sweet as honey,
An intoxicating elixir, a craving hard to deny.
An aphrodisiac, I'll be, a desire you can't suppress,
Drawing you in, a captivating caress.
You'll yearn for more, unable to get enough,
Lost in the sensations, in a whirlwind of rough.
Like the sweet nectar of passion, I'll drip and glide,
Leaving a trail of longing, impossible to hide.
And as your lips trace the path I've traced before,
You'll savor the moments, forever craving more.
With every sip, with every touch, the spell will grow,
An addiction to the ecstasy, an allure hard to outgrow.
I'll be the scotch that burns, yet the honey that soothes,
A taste you'll relish, a potion that consumes.
Copyright © Yasmin Triganza | Year Posted 2023
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Yasmin Triganza Poem
I
Have fallen
Breath hitched
an earthquake trapped within my ribs
Pins and needles up my body
not a whisper of a thought
Your thoughts calm like the ocean
Felling of paresthesia in your arm
church bells rining at a steady beat in your ribs
Your breath hitched
You
have fallen
asleep.
Copyright © Yasmin Triganza | Year Posted 2023
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Yasmin Triganza Poem
Growing up I've always admired the story of Icarus & the sun
But as I matured I learned that I actually resented it and here is why...
I am the sun
scorching, burning Icarus.
My heat leaving imprints of his flaking feathers
Upon his skin, engraving his bones.
The wax slowly melted making his harness heavy,
Weighing down his harness; he has nothing to grasp onto
Just his
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I am the ocean as
He sinks down to the ocean floor
Trapping his lungs with salt water
leaving no space for a scream, cry, or merely a whisper for help
And surely no chance to escape the grasp of the waves
Never will he feel the sun upon his skin again
As he is forgotten my waves will keep on
crashing and trapping anything that comes into contact
As he is forgotten I will burn within my dancing flames
till they go out destructing myself and everything around me
As I am forgotten...
Copyright © Yasmin Triganza | Year Posted 2023
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Yasmin Triganza Poem
The smell of cigarettes used to make my chest ache
and my lungs hurt
The bitterness of whiskey made my eyes tear
and my throat burn
But I have picked up the habit of smoking
when I am screaming your name so that whenever
I light up a cigarette It would make my room smell like you.
Whiskey no longer tastes bitter
It tastes sweet at first like your lips
but as I lick my lips all I can taste is the saltiness.
Copyright © Yasmin Triganza | Year Posted 2024
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Yasmin Triganza Poem
I dye my hair to stand out from the crowd
To not fade In the background
My skin littered with ink so eyes don’t stray away something to draw your attention
Something that will burn onto your memory
But instead I feel like my hair is grey and brown to camouflage to the full world around me
My skin is drawn with invisible ink scratch that I am dowsed in it
No matter what I’ll wear
No matter how bright my hair is
It doesn’t matter how loud or how quite I am
I vanish within the background
Copyright © Yasmin Triganza | Year Posted 2025
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When we where younger we all wanted that invisibility cloak, talking about how many pranks we would do or how we would sneak out
I was born with it sewn into my skin
I’ve tried cutting it, dyeing it but nothing seems to affect the effect
Copyright © Yasmin Triganza | Year Posted 2025
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