My Dead Language

I didn’t think

I didn’t think
I’d let you get away
Yet you are slowly slipping
Through my fingers
I no longer have the energy to keep
You’ve been abundant but restless
And I don’t quite fill your needs
You are far from what I imagined
Yet perfect in your every deed
So misfortune is my presence
You are no longer the light
That leads me into nothingness

My Dead Language

Dreaming lovely

Dreaming lovely

Never cared for shadows

Unknown and stars never explored

Un-sustained by passion and overcome with grief.

Lovely drifts and lovely sits,

Upon a trembling leaf

Of glory once diminished upon a raging sea.

Less and less lovely

It waits to find yesterday,

And live now as if it is forever

Simply because lovely is not what love is not

Simple and graceful with soft warm hands.

-J Barajas

My Dead Language

Listen to how long

Listen to how long

Time takes to fall

From my life

To the impenetrable ground

I slightly overestimated

How often you happen

I though a few years would do

At this rate it could take decades

Strangers enjoy your endlessness

Even more than I do

I run fields to catch you

In your most unloved moment

And finding you there is like losing

Every unhappy moment

Gently realizing warmth in the palm of my hand

All day I wait to watch you

Walk into wonder and amazement

When you do eternity disappears

Along with my grief, without all my fears

Living again quietly

Perhaps for many, plenty, unguarded years

-J. Barajas

My Dead Language

Did you know

Did you know

That I always knew

And by always I mean

As long as I’ve loved you

More words that even dwindling time

Could never express

And the simplicity of it all

Is quite overwhelming

I’m forced into shadows

Lost in troubled darkness

Content on realizing

That there is a someone

To whom I would never be one

Not that I go unnoticed

Just unmade

It’s the inevitable part of living

That draws you towards

Only what you know

And not what you love

-J. Barajas

 

 

 

My Dead Language

Listen to the possibility

Listen to the possibility

Of what they day could whisper

Save the dawn

Which is melancholy in its own madness

It takes every ounce of selflessness from you

Time has come up short once again

And I have nothing to offer

There is so much to pass by

You move so quickly,

Your feet disappear from under you

It means nothing more anyway

What you sow is what you reap

Isolated from that soul that never soundly sleeps.

-Jennifer Barajas

My Dead Language

The heavens sleep

Leaving the day behind

Forgetting the world below

Hopelessly waiting

Wanting more than what the sky can offer

And don’t we all

Don’t we all do, what it is that we say

Let life be lived by unbecoming

-Jennifer Barajas Waldrop

Years that are left by the roadside

So maybe I’m not as tall

As the world is round

But I am good and I am honest

And a force neglected can be found

My Dead Language

From the Outside Looking In

From the outside looking in

You see the truth in me

Even when I don’t believe

You see, you see

If feeling is believing

Then I believe you

There are few to love

And even less to blame

How so

Just so

Despite everything

Just follow what you already know

There is not so much as little

So I wear this heart readily

In plain view, you see

How many more days will expire

Without this lonely hearts desire

Why do I keep

These memories that sleep

Wounded

Haunted

I cry deep, I know shame

These memoires you see

Good memories

But haunted just the same

– Jennifer Barajas

My Dead Language

I am but what the world seldom speaks-

I am but what the world seldom speaks-

Of starless nights and crowded skies

More lovely than time gone by

So today you were born

And I kissed every sweet moment

That resembled my remembering you

And today I left alone

I loved alone

I fought alone

What an unforgiving day

You’ve become already.

Too little to speak,

Too much to ask why.

So how do you do

How do you make what it is you speak

How do you live inside of you

Even I am full of you

I don’t know what to make of it

Left alone

 What can I do?

-Jennifer Barajas

 

 

 

My Dead Language

They passed away and so the past is away

They passed away

And so the past is away

It has a way of creeping up on you

Slowly drowning in you

Please forgive me and

Don’t let me give in

If you really listen

You can hear my broken heart singing

All I needed was a simple gesture

Something that might prove my usefulness

Yet I can’t seem to convince myself

Of my own worthlessness

An unfillable voice that is

Every humans disgrace

Longevity

Living a life long since gone by

Loving slowly and learning deeply

If anything is better than everything

I will take nothing

Listen, you can hear

The sound of me breaking into

Smaller pieces beneath your feet

Deep where love lies

In the fathoms you defeat

 -Jennifer Barajas

My Dead Language

That perfect girl was never real

That perfect girl was never real

She never existed

I know how you feel

I thought she was real too

She was mine and I was hers

She was forceful

She survived it all

Tears never suited her choice of day

What’s so wrong with mediocrity

Such effort is futile anyway

I loved her

I miss her

I was her

-Jennifer Barajas