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…

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.

Category 5

She was an explorer searching for a gentle rainfall, but instead, she found your storm. you were a tempest, the unknown in her world of certainty, but her body was fragile too fragile for your violence. As she laid on your chest she began to crack Under your heavy caress she began to fracture. As…

Dripping life

she cut her wrist. She cut her wrist in order to convince herself she was human. She used her blood, and with the finest calligraphy wrote out her life. She cut her wrist to prove to you that like every other human being she was built on the same preconceived notions and unrealistic realities as…

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…

Day

… and then the Sun came up. The light broke through the  skies horizon,  through the clouds, penetrated the night, the demons put to rest.  Daylight.    For so long she ran from the light, ran afraid of the unquestionable positivity and vulnerability that came with the warmth of each ray. She was afraid of…

Her Lover

He was an O-negative- type lover. He could give to all, but only receive one type. He could only receive  Her type. Her lips, his hunger Her mind, his wonder Her body, his Muse Her hands, his guidance Her love,his lifeline. Gabriela Tejada ❤  

Passion

I gasp as your hands mold against my body, Your touch igniting my soul aflame, as your blue eyes watch my every movement, They watched as I danced for you.   Each movement calculated, practiced, prepared by my torturous past, to be ready for my first and final performance with you.   I dipped my fingers…