Poetry Is My Favorite Language

If I had to describe my style of poetry I would describe it just that, my poetry. Gabriela-esque style of poetry. Tonight I sat down and really read Audre Lorde’s Interview with Adrienne Rich, and it moved me more than I could’ve imagined. For so long I would go to my best friend and explain…

Touch Me

I want you to touch me. Touch my mind with your lips as passion cascade from them. I want to feel my body smolder Consumed by heat Drenched in sweet sweet sweat from your burning gaze. Touch me like I touch you with my poetic words of desire. Feel me. Need me. Watch me as…

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…

False safety in our Ignorance

“I am a human being, nothing human can be alien to me” Terrace & Maya Angelou   Human actions become foreign to us when we can’t categorize them can’t form the syllable sounds with our tongue and lips can’t describe the undeniable emotions we feel with speech.   as human beings, we forget of the…

Deep in Thought

Running in circles back to Undermining the pain and knowledge of the same old Memories that the mind needs to let go of, but the heart Insists on holding on to. Negotiating with the soul, negotiating unimaginable pain like Amnesia, forgetting the pain because the false bright memories makes it easier to hold, To not…

Indescribable Emotions

walk with me slowly run with me whisper lowly into my soul gently. fervently touch me unmistakably memorize all of me glide above the morning soil glide your fingers over my natural flower natures blossoming rosa tenderly. dance with me take the lead and breathe through me talk to me in silent wonderment smile at…

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 like I did…

Recently Forgotten

I haven’t written about the stars recently. Their polar-white shades flashing and shimmering within the night sky creating constellation filled nights. Specks of Moondust decorating the night encasing the black with gems of guidance for all the lost souls in the world.   I haven’t written about the Moon recently, about my Moon about my…

Intimate Dance With My Lover

You always loved it when I touched you. The anticipation always kept you on edge, Always craving the next sensation. Tracing your back with my hand Encasing you in my scent Marking your skin for no one else to see But you and me. A mere reminder of our Beautiful escapades. You’d bathe in my…

Parched

  I’m lost at sea parched.  Salty cracks on my skin decorating me with life’s rough patches of solitude in solidarity with my need for moister.  Inevitable thirst.  A drought, but not for water,  A thirst for you. Gabriela A Tejada ❤ ~Images Taken by Me~ Copyright © 2017 All Rights Reserved.  

All Witnessed Tonight by A Different Moon

i saw myself fight fire with fire disappearing, hurting through what felt like an eternity but It has only been a century, i tried to make your thirst for water into wine but was left with nothing but imminent misery. i would give it all away, my avenue of golden dreams my song of brief…

Break of Dawn

It’s one of those nights where the Stars don’t shine as bright. The late summers night wind banging against her body as she listens to the silence of the midnight sky. Surrounded by her demons and the torture of her thoughts the tranquility that darkness brings overshadowed by the constant banging, drowned by the constant overwhelming…

The Black Void

Peace in pain Torment in solitude. Sad isn’t it? We become so used to pain, so accustomed to disappointment that A life without being let down isn’t a life worth living. We fall into the trap of the same old broken connections, We distrust ourselves enough to not trust ourselves enough to be alone. The…