Cosmic Collision

He paints me every night, our own version of the starry night made out of my cries of passion and moon shaped scars of desire, softly connecting the swirling red galactic marks left on my body to create the constellation titled ‘devotion’. planet of two uninhabitable by all creators us two. he sings to me…

Projection

they said his eyes look like the reflection of his soul, dark. it was a reflection you could only see through his empty photographs feel through his lead like paragraphs and taste through the Saturn drips that fell from his lips. his hollow smile and dead like eyes depict nothing but stormy nights and shallow…

Novocain

Poetry is my Novocain my go to drug when I’m feeling pain always there in different strains ready to inject and wrap itself into my thinning veins. slowly pouring out its sedative, like waves allowing my eyes to roll back and see feel freely live and be. as my fingers glide over the imprints it…

23

Today I turn 23. It’s a Monday. A year ago I was lost, a year later I am found. I found myself. As the year’s keep adding on, and the experiences and lessons keep adding up I’m proud and happy to know that I won’t only overcome, but that I will always persevere. After so…

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.

Star-Crossed

He was a mortal  In love with a Goddess  Wishing to be immortal for all eternity with her. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.

Slow Chaos

…and when she asked for peace she received chaos. not the black and white kind, but the blinding hues and glittering sparkles of a chaos called Love. 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…

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…

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.

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,…