Sabrina Benaim - How to Fold a Memory
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I don't know why but she looks different like healthier happier and it's really lovely
That's just what I was thinking
I also feel like she looks healthier. Maybe more peaceful
N. J. Saroff : people like you who notice 😭❤️🌹💋
Yes. I’m so happy for her. Depression is hard but she looks like she’s doing a lot better
N. J. Saroff YES MY THOUGHTS
*How to Fold a Memory*
Our brains remember the infliction of pain via physical, psychological or emotional, we remember what is bad as in means to avoid it in the future, so let's start at the beginning. I remember the shape my hand held while in yours like origami prayer, like flower petals returning home, i remember the rose petals, falling from your fingers, leading from the bedroom to the doorway, like a trail of breadcrumbs, or drops of blood, the scent of cinnamon, how you would sprinkle it into my coffee like fresh ground snowflakes, i can't take cinnamon in my coffee without being hungry for your laughter, i am hungry for your laughter but my mouth tastes like the slow dissolved of the last i love you that refuse to leave it. Remember the river? How we danced to the sound of it rushing? How you hummed to radiohead in harmony? Well, that song haunts my house of cards, how i wish it would just collapse, how i wish i could forget how i got here, how did i get here? I was carried in the teeth of your charm, or i walked, i marched, i was a turning cheek parade, i wasn't paying attention to the highlighted root, or the was no map and i just got lost, but with every journey back into our past it becomes harder to find our way there, our brains are constantly rewriting the path, rewriting what we remember, so let's start at the end. It was by little sugar creak in the warm Kentucky breeze that we stood off unfolding in silence, in silence it's impossible to tell what the other person is thinking without looking them in the eyes, and you would not look me in the eyes, so by little sugar creak i let the warm breeze reach you in place of my origami hands, and since i have been practicing forgetting, i've kissed the sky more times than i ever kissed you, i inhale purple haze in attempts to smoke out the correlation between you and the scent of cinnamon, i drink as if i'm trying to save the world from drowning, to get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning, but the trauma of daydreaming, the curse of muscle memory, my body keeps your secrets, how do i teach my mouth to shake out the reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile?, my wrist to forget the arches and curves of your name? my ears to hear songs without the ghost of you inside of them? and worse, in the spasm of remembering i can not tell if my past keeps slipping into the present, or my present keeps slipping into the past, still my body wears your fingerprints like a home address. I loose memories like baby teeth, but you are a stubborn molar refusing to leave. we cannot control what we remember, but we can control how we remember, so i shake cinnamon into my coffee and i don't think of you, i write your name over and over until it no longer holds any meaning, i fold my memories of you, craft them paper wings in hope they may one day drift away into amnesia and you may finally leave me without a trace.
Alex Guerrero thank you so much
A REAL LIFE SUPERHERO
Alex Guerrero thank you
**reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile
“I drink as if I’m trying to save the world from drowning. To get my memories so drunk, they might forget themselves by morning but the trauma of daydreaming. The curse of muscle memory; my body keeps your secrets.”
Damn!
I see Sabrina, I jump. Then I click.
Same here, she's my favorite.. She gives me chills all the time.
I remember watching her poem of "explaining my depression to my mother" for the first time and wanting to hug her bc of her shakiness!! she's come so far and i teared up at this poem, shes wonderful!!
Same! I listen to that poem everyday and when I saw this I was so excited to watch it, she seems so much healthier and calmer and just love her
ejay reyes her shakiness is me daily. I go back to it cause it makes me feel normal and not doing
Alone
There’s something enrapturing about how she takes the small things and organically magnifies them. And in the same flip, she takes the giants and turns them into fireflies. She makes big monsters less scary, something you can hold and analyze and discard. She is the embodiment of bravery, and if she had a superpower, it would be whispering monsters to sleep.
Wow..that was incredible do you write as well
This is poetry in itself
I wonder how hard it was to memorize this poem
OMG I am glad I am not the only one who had that thought lol...
It's not hard at all when you have written the poem on your own.
it used to be a team piece she performed with someone else
SingStreet 😂 I also think the same thing
Sabrina made me cry again. For her. For me. For the pain of remembering. For the need to forget. For every single line of truth this poem holds.
Your reply made me tear up!
"I've been practicing forgetting"
“The trauma of daydreaming... the curse of muscle-memory...” I feel this so hard.... beautiful.
Wow. Fuck. I am completely positive she cannot create something I will not love with my entire being. This was beautiful💛😭
I finally forgot the face of my first love. It only took 10 years. Wonder if I would recognize him if I saw him again. You get there, and this is a PERFECT description. I love that she also associated several songs with her love; to me, that's one of the hardest things to separate. This is just breathtaking. Thank you.
wow i didn’t think it was possible for me to love sabrina benaim any more than i already do
"We cannot control what we remember
but we can control how we remember
so I shake cinnamon into my coffee
And I dont think of you
I write your name over and over until no longer holds
any meaning I fold my memories of you
craft them paper wings in hopes they might one day drift off into amnesia
And you might finally leave me without a trace"- Sabrina Benaim
Her performance and her poem so amusing
There will never be a poet I will love more than Sabrina. I love what she can do with words.
“My ears to hear songs without the ghost of you inside of them-“ “-the trauma of daydreaming” Sabrina just keeps on delivering these lines full of power and emotion. I think she speaks directly to the soul. (Also she does look so wonderful and peaceful and I hope she is doing well and I love her so much)
I just lost someone and this poem just fits me so well. Just in time. I've always love Sabrina and her way of expressing so much with such beautiful imagery in her words. Thank you so much for being so sublime.
i’m a fairly simple gal. i see sabrina, i click.
We is simple people
"my body keeps your secrets" DAMN
This came just in the right moment. I really needed this
I started watching button poetry when I first watched Sabrina's poetry "Explaining My Depression to My Mother". And now I got addicted making and listening their poetry. I love it 💜
I listen to Sabrina's poems, and something in me wants to cry because she brings up a part of my own reality that I'm always folding.
My favorite poet. ❤️
i relate to her so much its unreal how perfectly she describes my feelings but they are hers too...wow.
so so so beautiful i’ll never get enough of her :(
Her poems are always so beautiful and alive
My favorite poet for all of time.
My absolute favourite
I’m reading her book and I am just obsessed. Slam is my drug. Sabrina is part of that to me.
this is the most beautiful poem i've ever heard. i'm truly touched. congratulations girl, you are an inspiration
Her poetry is so powerful
I can relate seeing how I’m going through the motions of trying to fold my emotions like an envelope.
Wonderful. Thank you.
Thank you!
She looks so happy these days and I love that
This. Again. Beautiful.
WWOOOOWWWW!!!! THE IMAGERY IS AMAZING. THE POEM IS BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED♡♡♡♡♡
I wish I could take your pain away. My story differs slightly from yours but I can relate a lot to the sentiment of this poem
SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL, LOVE YOU SABRINA, SUPPORT YOU ALWAYS AS A PERSON, AND AN ARTIST!
This poem is in her AMAZING book I believe.
Still one of my favorite poems it's so beautiful
This was exactly what I needed to hear right now, god she's incredible at painting imagery.
I love seeing her and her poems always resonate with my life.
keep up the good work in you.
just about to practice forgetting. thank you for this, Sabrina.
You spoke my heart today..thank you!
That was beautiful. I was curious to see how it would end and I loved the way it did.
Beautiful!
YEEESSS MY FAVORITE POET❤️❤️
I don't think I can listen to one of your poems without crying. Sabrina, you are the inspiration every poet dreams of embodying. Your poems have influenced my writing so much. Thank you.
This just shook me to my core
the way i always come back here, as to not unfold the memories.
My favorite poet
omg i love this one
Beautiful
SABRINAAA IS SO PRECIOUS 😭💖
I love this❤
Sabrina! 😍🖤 one of the greatest..
i never want to like sabrina....
i always end up liking sabrina lol. love it. so good. perfect, again.
"To get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning. "
💜
I love every single poem this channel has to offer ❤
Omg this almost made me cry!
Sabrina rocks💜
Amazing...
This is such a well written poem, I loved all of the analogies and anecdotes so much!!
That “oof”, right before the video ended was powerful. That was a Beautiful, emotional and an empowering poem 🙏🏽
That boy is a GD FOOL!!! I’d donate my spare kidney for a chance to be in his shoes by that river. I would have founded your origami hands into a swan and flapped it’s wings around me and wouldn’t have let you go without a fight.
i find myself again crying at five am because of this poem. forever in love with it.
This is soooo beautiful
I have now heard 2 of her poems and absolutely fucking love her!!!! The poems are so deep and actually relate to myself in different ways looking forward to reading her book
we can't control what we remember, but we can control how we remember
I love this so very much.
I live this. Thank you that’s beautiful.
Amazing
Beautiful words as always 🙂
Something I needed to hear
"we can not control what we remember, but we can can control how we remember it.
I love her.
your poetry makes me sad in a good way 💔
Love this!
This was beautiful!
Omg. I needed this so much. Ty❤️❤️
This version is so much diff. From the one she did in 2017
YES SABRINA GO QUEEN
How to Fold a Memory
Sabrina Benaim
Our brains remember the infliction of pain via physical, psychological or emotional. We remember what is bad as in means to avoid it in the future, so let's start at the beginning. I remember the shape my hand held while in yours like origami prayer, like flower petals returning home. I remember the rose petals, falling from your fingers, leading from the bedroom to the doorway, like a trail of breadcrumbs, or drops of blood. The scent of cinnamon, how you would sprinkle it into my coffee like fresh ground snowflakes. I can't take cinnamon in my coffee without being hungry for your laughter. I am hungry for your laughter, but my mouth tastes like the slow dissolve of the last ‘I love you’ that refused to leave it.
Remember the river? How we danced to the sound of it rushing? How you hummed Radiohead in harmony? Well, that song haunts my house of cards, how I wish it would just collapse, how I wish I could forget how I got here. How did I get here? I was carried in the teeth of your charm, or I walked. I marched; I was a turning cheek parade. I wasn't paying attention to the highlighted root, or the was no map and I just got lost, but with every journey back into our past it becomes harder to find our way there. Our brains are constantly rewriting the path, rewriting what we remember, so let's start at the end.
It was by Little Sugar Creek in the warm Kentucky breeze that we stood off unfolding in silence. In silence, it's impossible to tell what the other person is thinking without looking them in the eyes, and you would not look me in the eyes, so by Little Sugar Creek I let the warm breeze reach you in place of my origami hands, and since I have been practicing forgetting.
I’ve kissed the sky more times than I ever kissed you. I inhale purple haze in an attempt to smoke out the correlation between you and the scent of cinnamon. I drink as if I am trying to save the world from drowning, to get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning, but the trauma of daydreaming, the curse of muscle memory, my body keeps your secrets. How do I teach my mouth to shake out the reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile? My wrist to forget the arcs and curves of your name? My ears to hear songs without the ghost of you inside of them?
And worse, in these spasms of remembering I cannot tell if my past keeps slipping into the present, or my present keeps slipping into the past. Still, my body wears your fingerprints like a home address. I lose memories like baby teeth, but you are a stubborn molar refusing to leave. We cannot control what we remember, but we can control how we remember. So, I shake cinnamon into my coffee, and I don't think of you. I write your name over and over until it no longer holds any meaning. I fold my memories of you, craft them paper wings in hopes they may one day drift away into amnesia and you might finally leave me without a trace.
Thank you Beca!
so good
I LOVE SABRINA!!!!
Fuck, this one got me, folks - especially the ending.
"I cannot tell if my past keeps slipping into the present or my present keeps slipping into the past"
My mom put the presents under the tree today, does anyone know the dimensions of her book so I can measure my presents to see if I got it 😂😂😂
I drink as if I’m trying to save the world from drowning 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
The trauma of daydreaming 😭
I LOVE SABRINA!!! Mwah
Guuuuurrrrrlll👏🏻
❤️
my god.🥺
Wish I can say that to some one that I have to forget.
How do I teach my mouth to shake out the reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile? *snaps*
i can't tell if my past keeps slipping into the present or my present keeps slipping into the past
...you might finally leave me without a trace...
“My body keeps your secrets”
And since I have been practicing forgetting, I've kissed the sky more times then I ever kissed you.
I drink as if I am trying to save the world from drowning. To get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning.