I left my Heart in Montréal

      I left that Thursday night expecting nothing yet came back with everything but my heart. When you least expect it, it finds you.   Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me unless stated otherwise. Advertisements

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…

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…

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.

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…