Author: Jen

When you finally see

I will have already passed through

And it will be too late

Yes, too late for you

I am old enough now yet still too young

To persist on loving you

In hopes you will stand beside me and watch

Love blossoming.

In beautiful people

In delicate remembrance

Of past heartaches and love lost

But refusing still, to desert what is rightfully yours.

I understand this is really one of God’s gifts,

One gift worthy of enjoyment.

Maybe it’s my youth

My optimism

My willingness to live by the sanctity of pure selflessness

And it is love that resides where you refuse to go

So you will never quite understand

Or even truly know

So none of my poems have any titles. I’m not sure why. I guess I’m not sure what to call them, I can’t commit to just one, or I’m afraid I will give some the same title. So right now, this is what it looks like. Post after post, not title, just the words.

From high to low

This is who I am, this is what I know

Some say displeasure

Others say in vain

For this I know existence

Somehow I feel no pain.

And as day begins to breathe

As I begin to pray,

All I need is in this love

To live

To beat

To stay

Now I may not be

Quite the color blue you wanted for your sky

But I always know when and

I never wonder why.

So because these days are precious and

Time has no reason to lie

I’ve tried and waited and

Sometimes hoped for something more

Somehow I still end up with

Just as much of nothing as before.

My love is silent to you

Because fear

Because my weight cannot hold

What the world cannot see

I’ve come to close to losing a little bit of everything

My everything

My one flushed moment in a day of cold stares

So what of such and wandering why

What of how and perhaps

An untouched somebody

Trying to find every which way

By: Jennifer Barajas

I have been dragged through hell

To get a little closer to heaven

All at the same time

Maybe at the wrong time

Time that was filled with good intentions

But I can still sink in shallow water

Without a thought

Without a wonder

Blessed those that know

The act of love and

Not merely its consequences

For it was over before

It really got started

The light is so blinding

I can barely feel the burn

I am too far now to feel

Anything but distance.

Just because this days deceit

Has wandered into my nights belief

It does not justify or warrant

That constant belief

I feel when I can hide

From myself

My worries

No sorrow

No grief

Just unburdened desires

That through my soul unleashes

Blinding yet still unbinding fury

That knows not of lamentation

It is foreign to subside

At once these holy mountains

Become great warriors too soon to divide

Even the rugged know what wound to heal

And how the glory of summers sun

So soon to truth reveal

There is so much more to you

Than what I can believe in

And there seems to be less and less of me

But my heart is still strong and

My love still fierce

I tremble at the very thought of your touch

That renews me every day

Even when I’m stumbling

Even when I’ve lost my way

But I am not enough for you

Not enough for you to see

Sometimes what you really need

Is right before your eyes

And how sad for you

It will take breaking my heart

For you to realize

I like your dark and your silver too.

I love your single tormented memory

That sighs beneath the air.

Shuffle me, mix me up.

Still I am the blessed dreamer,

That clutches you while you sleep

Hollow I sit

Fading

Reappearing

Making love sightless

I’ve crossed and I’ve come abroad

Still you darken

You meet my ambitious hands

Yet closer still

At six o’clock you curl

You doze among the impatient, innumerable

Palms of pearl