A Portrait

I want every tear that falls from your eyes to paint a poetic landscape of healthy boundaries and self-care. No heartache in vain, but all lessons of growth. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved.All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise. Advertisements

Lay on Me

Watching the rain fall each raindrop slowly follows us outlining our reflection The path of each drop caressing me you holding my waist gently guiding me taking me back to where you had me taking me back to our bed. You laid me down in a bed of need closed my eyes and allowed me…

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…

Slow Walk Home

I felt though what vibrated off of your soul and into my pores, I felt each drop penetrating my hard walls of fear, each vibrating wave coursed through my fingertips to the center of my being as your eyes held me afloat. I guess I felt it too hard because I became addicted, needy for…

Anatomical Heart

As you get older you learn to distinguish between passion and lust. So many confuse love for obsession not realizing that the feeling should surpass the flesh and touch the Soul. Many falling, free falling into toxic, into unnecessary pain caused by naiveness caused by lack of self-awareness, Many giving what they don’t have to…

Self Care

She was dropped in the middle of the ocean without knowing how to swim, regretting all of those years she depended on other forms of safety to maneuver the waves of life. As she slowly sank to the bottom As she slowly started to drown she quickly learned, thus, becoming her own savior. Gabriela A…

Passion

I gasp as your hand’s 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 in its…

The pain of a wrong path

People are different paths in life. We all choose different roads in hope of it leading to our final destination, but many only lead to dead ends. Dead ends filled with despair and desperation because we’ve lost our sense of guidance. For a while, our gut feelings and mindful thoughts are drowned by the hormones…

Her Ballad

She dances with the stars as she eclipsed the Moons beauty with her smile. In the middle of the sky, she twirls and feels through the darkness around her, as the music lights her path as the Moon takes the lead. A soft waltz above the oceans, and gentle caress below the stars. As the…