Silhouette

 The silhouette of the winters tree against the midnight sky is nothing more than a representation of the string of my poetic words against the chilling soul of the human mind. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me, unless stated otherwise. Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.

In the Stars

I looked up past the passing clouds and straight to the blinding stars Tonight, as I looked up at the night sky I saw myself in the constellations. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me, unless stated otherwise.

Slow Chaos

…and when she asked for peace she received chaos. not the black and white kind, but the blinding hues and glittering sparkles of a chaos called Love. Gabriela A Tejada Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All Images were taken by me, unless stated otherwise.

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…

Blurred Vision

Love is like the oceanAnd life is a little weirdWe never truly know a personTill we’re on the ground covered in their tears The sky is like a maze of ever-changing dreamsThe cold hard ground a shimmering messOf dying human beings Our own earth of personal perceptionDefined by each, our ownEach apart of a hemisphereEach…

Legacy

The influence you leave on a person is eternal. I’m talking about a significant touch of the soul of their life of their spirit. Once touched no matter what the little things will always take you back to that moment, take you back to the first touch. The soft touch of the summer breeze as…

All Witnessed Tonight by A Different Moon

i saw myself fight fire with fire disappearing, hurting through what felt like an eternity but It has only been a century, i tried to make your thirst for water into wine but was left with nothing but imminent misery. i would give it all away, my avenue of golden dreams my song of brief…

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 Copyright © All Rights Reserved. All…

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…

Au Revoir et Merci

As I stood there I took a step back into the past, Reminiscing. I thought back to the old me, the gone me the me I never want to see again, but will always be grateful that I met. Thank you for teaching me, for guiding me, for unconditionally loving me. Thank you self, from…