Laughing tears

I think that everyone should, at some point in their life, do this - 

Drive down a long and curvy road in the dark, at night, while the almost-full-moon glistens off the pavement. As you drive you should listen to the song You by Switchfoot. As you listen to the song you should reflect on the most significant portion of your life (mine would be the last five years). As you do you should think of the most significant people in your life, major decisions you made, milestones, earth shattering experiences. As you think about these things let every emotion overflow in tears and laughter. (Making sure, of course, to safely maneuver the long and curvy road.) As these emotions bubble up, express any and everything that comes to mind, verbally. (It is best to be alone in the car when this occurs.) Breathe deeply. Reflect on how many questions you asked that you now know the answer to. Consider your current questions. Gain a glimps into the mystery of life. Love.

That is what I did tonight.  

Sometimes

By Anna Jefferis

11-26-2007, 11-12-2008

Sometimes, life overwhelms me so very much that I cannot find the space to breathe. 

And sometimes, things happen that make me want to scream.

And sometimes, I am so overtook by emotion that it wells up in my chest and chokes me.

And sometimes, I feel that my screaming would not be heard, that I am silent.

And sometimes, it is good.

Sometimes, I want to shout from every mountain.

And sometimes, I want to shatter into pieces. 

And sometimes, I wish that I were seen, that you would talk to me.

And sometimes, I want to share my heart with you, but I'm afraid.

And sometimes, I hide behind a smile even though I am dying to love you.

Sometimes, I curse propriety.

And sometimes, I want to run with all abandon.

And sometimes, I am ashamed of who I am.

And sometimes, I cry so hard my tears spill over my heart and drip down into my stomach.

And sometimes, I dream of when perfection comes.

Who Taught Thee First to Sigh?

By Edward de Vere, 17th Earl of Oxford


Who taught thee first to sigh, alas, my heart?
Who taught thy tongue the woeful words of plaint?
Who filled your eyes with tears of bitter smart?
Who gave thee grief, and made thy joys to faint?

Who first did paint with colors pale thy face?
Who first did break thy sleeps of quiet rest?
Above the rest in court who gave thee grace?
Who made thee strive, in honor to be best?

In constant truth to bide so firm and sure?
To scorn the world, regarding but thy friends?
With patient mind each passion to endure?
In one desire to settle to the end?

Love then thy choice, wherein such choice thou bind
As nought but death may ever change thy mind.

True Love

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Vessel of Dreams

By Anna Jefferis

11/08/08

Shattered dreams 

on shipwrecked planks

Hope is found 

in whitest sails

Boards once shattered

build houses new

Warmest smiles

dry dampest chambers

Calling softly 

over salty breeze

Dream's vessel

sails on

Where half of me ends

By Anna Jefferis 

10/21/08

I feel a hole in my side

Where half of me ends

I've tried to hide

Where half of me ends

I cannot deny

Where half of me ends

Try as I might, still 

Half of me ends

I'm ragged round the edges 

Where half of me ends

I've been torn down the middle  

Where half of me ends

I've tried to fulfill 

Where half of me ends

I only rip further

Where half of me ends

I'm waiting for you

Where half of me ends

Only you can mend

Where half of me ends

I'll meet you there

Where half of me ends

Our halves will be one

Where half of me ends