Rihanna_Rivera - Hello Poetry

She's sitting on the couch, by the fireplace, under the solemn red light of her room. She is "the portrait of sadness" — the unpopular one, the quiet one, the least favorite of all. A ghost in the crowd, a whisper in the background. You beg her to smile. She tries, awkwardly, uncomfortably, under the unappreciating pressure of your selfish demands. She gives that "fake" smile you laugh at! As if her refusal — her inability to be artificial — is a means of your shameful fun. But who would distort the beloved portrait of sadness? Is sorrow really that ugly? Is it not of human emotions? Can intensity, can that fire in her soulful eyes, Not take the place of demanding, over-demanding joy in a photograph, nor in the real world? Not even once? **** Can you just let her be? Let her dance, or even breathe freely in a world of her own, rather than acting awkwardly in one of yours? Would you, for God's sake, just let her breathe? Don't ever beg her to smile. For she is the portrait of sadness. For she's only beautiful in her sorrow. The very thing you fear. The very thing you hate. But secretly feel in the depths of your hearts!

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 8:47 PM UTC

Rihanna_Rivera

Portrait of Sadness

She's sitting on the couch, by the fireplace, under the solemn red light of her room. She is "the portrait of sadness" — the unpopular one, the quiet one, the least favorite of all. A ghost in the crowd, a whisper in the background. You beg her to smile. She tries, awkwardly, uncomfortably, under the unappreciating pressure of your selfish demands. She gives that "fake" smile you laugh at! As if her refusal — her inability to be artificial — is a means of your shameful fun. But who would distort the beloved portrait of sadness? Is sorrow really that ugly? Is it not of human emotions? Can intensity, can that fire in her soulful eyes, Not take the place of demanding, over-demanding joy in a photograph, nor in the real world? Not even once? **** Can you just let her be? Let her dance, or even breathe freely in a world of her own, rather than acting awkwardly in one of yours? Would you, for God's sake, just let her breathe? Don't ever beg her to smile. For she is the portrait of sadness. For she's only beautiful in her sorrow. The very thing you fear. The very thing you hate. But secretly feel in the depths of your hearts!

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Every time you cry, A star dies, An angel falls, An ocean dries, And the world falls into deep silence

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 7:41 AM UTC

Rihanna_Rivera

When The World Mourns

Every time you cry, A star dies, An angel falls, An ocean dries, And the world falls into deep silence

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I am the outcome of the death Of a forgotten star A weaving star, far from sight The unpopular star no one wishes upon Like a dead astronaut in space Whose name they shall not recall I was once a star they barely saw And now I'm the embodiment of that shining, distant object Whose melancholy was ignored Unloved by the mass, unnoticed For sadness does not have many admirers Or loyal fans Eventually, the star died But how? I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice But dear! Why sacrifice? They sacrificed it for the prominent To shine even brighter Happier, lovelier than they were To be wished upon, to live a little longer To make other kinds of beauty disappear She smelled like innocence, Tasted like anger And me? I'm the embodiment of all forgotten beauty All the shining in the distance, too far to be seen, Too little to be noticed And one day, I will be sacrificed For other beauties to shine Yet no one will ever know Whose melancholic beauty they stole

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 7:14 AM UTC

Rihanna_Rivera

Forgotten Star

I am the outcome of the death Of a forgotten star A weaving star, far from sight The unpopular star no one wishes upon Like a dead astronaut in space Whose name they shall not recall I was once a star they barely saw And now I'm the embodiment of that shining, distant object Whose melancholy was ignored Unloved by the mass, unnoticed For sadness does not have many admirers Or loyal fans Eventually, the star died But how? I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice I asked the cause of death, And they said it was sacrifice But dear! Why sacrifice? They sacrificed it for the prominent To shine even brighter Happier, lovelier than they were To be wished upon, to live a little longer To make other kinds of beauty disappear She smelled like innocence, Tasted like anger And me? I'm the embodiment of all forgotten beauty All the shining in the distance, too far to be seen, Too little to be noticed And one day, I will be sacrificed For other beauties to shine Yet no one will ever know Whose melancholic beauty they stole

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