Black Streaks of History

From this height I can see the black they tried to restore it, but it will never be the same. You see the streaks of the pre and during cold nights war heart once white painted black then painted over in the hopes to forget yet, at night it still cries black. Dripping through the…

Madness

Maybe it’s the way you watch me eyes glazed over lips form a smirk Or the way your words create a hypnotic rhythm as you say ” I can see the madness in your eyes” now my eyes glaze over as my hips sway and hands roam my damp skin soft smile on my lips i’m…

Gateway to my minds soul

I really need to write more  writing has always been a getaway a gateway that I’ve been putting aside blaming stress and each day’s constant cycle. The feelings keep filling the already full overflowing cup of turmoil. Impatience running dry  yet moist with frustration. Patience is key when sprinting long-term running full throttle into my…

Vintage Love

Slowly the lights dimmed leading way to the star-like lights and the mosaic shades of NYC nightlife. Tonight she walks around her home hand in hand with you. Tonight she walks around her home with a new found passion for the unknowns, newly acquired need for adventure awoken by a lightning soft kiss filled with…

My Wings Have Arrived

I’ve been changing, different phases of the moon different faces, different chapter of my life changing phrases, slowly growing up with time I’m just waking, Shallow words slowly dripping from their mouth Just cascading, Their bad thoughts spinning round They just hating, I’m just chasing big bright dreams I’m just grateful. Grateful for everything, I’m…

Journey

  eyes closed sitting on the train reminiscing overthinking over analyzing the same thoughts that have been running within herself for as long as she’s been asleep. the feeling of the fleeting the joy of the night dimmed by the over-concentration of the never changing fact that it’s dead. back and forth darling, back and…

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…

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 © 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…