Therefore, I was free

I had been so preoccupied building walls to insulate myself that I  hadn’t taken the time to know myself.  So I picked myself up off my ass and started sitting. …and so I sat. As I sat I decided to come to terms with my fears I decided to unravel and unwrap the layers that…

Thoughts and Things

and then the night came in snow and things and then the stars came out bright as rings decorating the night sky with their thoughts and gleam illuminating my dark thoughts with my hopes and dreams every night the same things thoughts dark like matter every morning the same dreams mind out the gutter living…

Satisfied

her fingers glide over the skin of my hands as she traces the path to my beating chest nails grazing the sensitive skin scared to leave a mark on the already scorned skin bright red and scorching hot. the path she left left nothing but utter grief. her fingers glide throughout my hair and slowly…

like someone in love

Your heartbeat woke me up this morning, the thumping caressed my cheek slowly lullabying me back to sleep. I didn’t want to wake up, I never wanted to wake up. Your fingertips caressed me that afternoon, then your eyes chased my breath away. I never wanted to bathe in anything more beautiful then I did…

Sometimes lost, but always found

Yea, I’ve lost myself before, many times actually and yea I’ve also found myself again. Where do you ask? I found myself in Nature.   Gabriela A Tejada **All Images were taken by me** Copyright © 2017 All Rights Reserved. 

Poetry

Everything that the Sunset touches is poetry. It’s not poetry in words, but rather poetry in color. -Gabriela A Tejada ❤   **Photos taken by Me** Copyright © 2017 All Rights Reserved.

Places We Won’t Go

As she waited for the midnight train she wished for impossible things. The quiet surrounds her Like a bitter whiskey shot Her scars have long been healed Her long night prayers answered Higher powers to lean on To release her burdens on.   She waits for the midnight train with a stone cold face. In…

The 31st

Why is love and heartbreak such a powerful thing? Why must we know one to know the other? Why are we forced to burn when all we should know is true healing?   We’ve burned to a crisp and have been left stone cold in a burning hell of despair all in the hopes of…

Blurred Vision

Love is like the ocean And life is a little weird We never truly know a person Till we’re on the ground covered in their tears The sky is like a maze of ever-changing dreams The cold hard ground a shimmering mess Of dying human beings Our own earth of personal perception Defined by each,…

Metamorphosis

  New York City is a big reason as to who I am today. Growing up in NYC I never understood the fascination, to me it was just ” New York ” a very overpopulated city with huge buildings and a lot of money. I would look at the tourist in amusement over their fascination…

Masochist by Choice

She broke me, it wasn’t a problem till she destroyed me. She mutilated me with her daggered knife, she left me for dead.   A Masochist by definition, that was my problem. A Sadist, that was Hers.   A telescope of desires fixated on her touch and unrealistic promises, Also my problem.   Her over…

Legacy

The influence you leave on a person is eternal. I’m talking about a significant touch of the soul of their life of their spirit. Once touched no matter what the little things will always take you back to that moment, take you back to the first touch. The soft touch of the summer breeze as…