The silhouette of the winters tree against the midnight sky is nothing more than a representation of the string of my poetic words against the chilling soul of the human mind. Gabriela A Tejada         Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.

It Was Never Yours

I did not realize I so freely gave them my power,  but when I did  I took every ounce of it back. Gabriela A Tejada  Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.

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…

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 © 2018 All Rights Reserved.


  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 © 2018 All Rights Reserved.

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,…


  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…


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…


  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 © 2018 All Rights Reserved.  

Dismantling the old, constructing the New

Admiring the concrete and scaffolding of the ever changing and expanding streets of my forever home. No matter where I move, or where life takes me NYC is my home. Like the beautiful city of New York, I am Dismantling the old, and constructing the New. Gabriela A Tejada ❤ Pictures taken by Me Copyright…