Hyperthermia

I’m scared to fall in love again. I’m terrified of free falling into the red abyss of vulnerability and acceptance. The thought of allowing you in while I’m still trying to see through my cracked heart hurts prematurely maybe it will never hurt but the phantom-like waves of drowning wash over me as my body…

Shades of Poetry

  Every light emits a shade of feelings Every building a new story Every life another universe.  Why?  Because my City is poetry.  Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise.

Pray

We become so jaded in life so used to being hurt that anything else is terrifying. We write every interaction off because we think everyone is the same without understanding that, that then means we are too. As cliché as it sounds, everything happens for a reason. We meet people for a reason. We live…

Undressing my Conscience

You held me tight as you walked me to the mirror slowly guiding me in front of me now staring back is my reflection.   You asked me What do you see I smiled and in my most authentic self I expressed that I saw deep brown eyes holding novels and supermassive black hole galaxies….

Calming Breath

Each Sunset brings with it a sort of unexplainable calm each color representing the palette of life the shades of living. As I watch the night break I take a breath each night as I watch the Moon rise and the Sunset I’m aware that it’s the purest breath I’ve taken that day.  Gabriela A…

Her Personality

Borderline.  The edge that she stands on peaking over each day looking over the edge of reality, insanity, stability, on the line. Every morning battling with being pushed off or brought back from the end of the road. A constant battle  “Do I jump, do I let go?” or “Do I fight against the waves…

Healthy

I guess self-love becomes obsolete when we become absolutely obsessed with the dopamine being poured into our system. Who am I when you’re my everything? When the air I breath isn’t my lifeline but instead your instant gratification. What is self-respect when the definition is blurred and misconstrued by your every whim and selfish need?…

December

I remember it all, but remember nothing. Your being wrapped around my mind erasing our surroundings making you my sole point of focus. Your hand guided me through the city with such tenderness that the fear of the unknown kicked in but was settled by your calming cold lips against my warm neck as you…

Around My Neck

“I only need to close my eyes to feel the whispers of your love on my neck” … And that’s why I would wake up every morning with my eyes closed. The Goosebumps would always start slow, sneaking its way down from around my neck and traveling south, the same path that your slithering tongue…