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…


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…


 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.

In the Stars

I looked up past the passing clouds and straight to the blinding stars Tonight, as I looked up at the night sky I saw myself in the constellations. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.

Year of Growth

2017 was the year of growth.  It was the year of lessons, of understanding, of exploration, of loving others and ourselves. 2017 was the year we needed in order to prepare for the unimaginable blessings that are coming in 2018. 2017 was the year I needed in order to surpass my own expectations and aspirations….


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 © 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.

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…

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…