i sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up i stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go i know nothing but i am here to learn. [thank you for sharing]
I love this poem, this man is my literal idol. Very nice imagery to go along with it, you did a very good job on this. Keep up the good work and I am looking forward to more :D
WordScape Awww thank you for your kind words. I love Shane too, he's very inspirational. Looking back at this, I could probably do a better job at filming. But when I return to Amsterdam, I'll make another video for another poem. :)
Your name isn’t a burden when it falls upon my lips. But it still hurts. Still leaves a lingering pain not even the rain can wash away. So I sit. Letting it sleep in. Letting it consume all the happy things about me. Hoping one day I can smile when I say your name. But it will never happen. I know your name isn’t a burden. But it still leaves weight on my heart as I cry wishing you were still here. Wishing I could rewind the clock. Wishing. Your words aren’t a burden when they fall upon my lips. But your words hold me down so heavily. And I desperately try to claw my way out from under them. But they keep me pinned. And they me cry. A silent weep no one can hear but only feel. Your words leave me haunted. Leave me daunted. As I sit alone waiting. Wondering if you’ll ever say anything again. But I know you won’t. But I still hold it hope. For the day you walk back into my life and smile. But you won’t. You can’t. You aren’t a burden when your memory falls unpin my brain. As i reply our memories like a movie. Like a project you plaque my dreams. Wishing I could hear you one more time. Wishing I could make you smile. How you had such a glowing smile. So I reply every conversation we had in my head clinging onto the fleeting memories of what we used to have. Scared that if I forget you be dead forever. You shouldn’t be forgotten. You deserve to have stories told about you despite the amount of pain you have caused. I know you didn’t mean to cause me pain. But you did. The pain you left behind is a burden on my heart. A pain so unbearable that it leaves me devastated in the late hours of the night. Feeling my heart bending more and more as I think of you. You were never a burden. And I wouldn’t even consider the pain on my heart a burden. Just a weight so heavy. That it feels like a burden. I wish I could have taken on the burden of your pain and let your atlas stand again. Because maybe then, you wouldn’t have taken your life so instantly. Maybe you still would’ve done it. But maybe I’d feel a little less guilty knowing I helped more. Knowing I did more. But you’re gone and I can’t take it back. I can’t rewind the clock and make things better. All I can do is try to pick up the broken pieces you left behind and attempt to move on. And I know that’s what you want. But sometimes things aren’t always about what you want. Your name isn’t a burden when it falls upon my lips. But it still hurts.
I don’t believe in them but, somewhere there are gods hiding inside of their own heads using all of their might trying to stop their own eardrums from pounding out the sound of your name You are lightning trying to tame thunder leaving split second scars against the sky as if you were breaking the skin of something that won’t die My first instinct is the same as my second strongly reinforced as if by diamond sheeting that donated its glimmer to charity so that it can look dull and tough A shine now scuffed as if the world left a bruise on light I fight my instinct long enough to realize that I won’t win I give in surrendering to an impulse somewhat believing that my imprisonment will not involve torture if I can confess everything I know I know nothing I bring an emptiness to your need like a dog laying a skeleton at your feet bone by bone I lay stone all around you in a circle, as if any moment you will burst into flame and warm us long enough so that I can tell you my ghost story But part of me still haunts my memory It throws chairs against my mirrored mind cracking the reflections in which I once thought I would find answers if I reflect long enough There will be answers But like mail on a Sunday none came So I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go I know nothing but I am here to learn
From what I've gotten from it over this last year listening to it repeatedly is that it's about someone, most likely a new love that he's afraid of opening up to. The first half of the poem shows a lot of fighting back, I hear a lot of signs showing that he is putting up some sort of front to appear stronger maybe? Perhaps just to hide weakness? ("My first instinct is the same as my second strongly reinforced as if by diamond sheeting that donated its glimmer to charity so that it can look dull and tough") My original theory with that was thrown out with the next few lines when he says he fights his instinct long enough to realize that he won't win, so if anything it's probably reversed. His first instinct with this person is to show that he's not perfect, or shiny diamond sheeting. And eventually he gives into showing this version of himself to them. The second half is solely a struggle on how he's going to open up to this person. He wants to tell them his "ghost story" but a big part of himself might be making it more of a challenge than he originally expected it to be. He uses metaphors about avalanches, blossoming flowers, and mail deliveries to show what he wants to do. He doesn't exactly know the answer himself or how to give it to this person, but he's willing to learn.
i sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up
i stand on mountain tops believing
that avalanches will teach me to let go
i know
nothing
but i am here to learn.
[thank you for sharing]
That's exact part right there....❤
I love this poem, this man is my literal idol. Very nice imagery to go along with it, you did a very good job on this. Keep up the good work and I am looking forward to more :D
WordScape Awww thank you for your kind words. I love Shane too, he's very inspirational.
Looking back at this, I could probably do a better job at filming. But when I return to Amsterdam, I'll make another video for another poem. :)
Thank you, this definitely deserves more credit than this, ignorance is bliss but knowledge is power and you sir are powerful.
Love this, i need more!! Very unappreciated.
Your name isn’t a burden when it falls upon my lips. But it still hurts. Still leaves a lingering pain not even the rain can wash away. So I sit. Letting it sleep in. Letting it consume all the happy things about me. Hoping one day I can smile when I say your name. But it will never happen. I know your name isn’t a burden. But it still leaves weight on my heart as I cry wishing you were still here. Wishing I could rewind the clock. Wishing.
Your words aren’t a burden when they fall upon my lips. But your words hold me down so heavily. And I desperately try to claw my way out from under them. But they keep me pinned. And they me cry. A silent weep no one can hear but only feel. Your words leave me haunted. Leave me daunted. As I sit alone waiting. Wondering if you’ll ever say anything again. But I know you won’t. But I still hold it hope. For the day you walk back into my life and smile. But you won’t. You can’t.
You aren’t a burden when your memory falls unpin my brain. As i reply our memories like a movie. Like a project you plaque my dreams. Wishing I could hear you one more time. Wishing I could make you smile. How you had such a glowing smile. So I reply every conversation we had in my head clinging onto the fleeting memories of what we used to have. Scared that if I forget you be dead forever. You shouldn’t be forgotten. You deserve to have stories told about you despite the amount of pain you have caused. I know you didn’t mean to cause me pain. But you did.
The pain you left behind is a burden on my heart. A pain so unbearable that it leaves me devastated in the late hours of the night. Feeling my heart bending more and more as I think of you. You were never a burden. And I wouldn’t even consider the pain on my heart a burden. Just a weight so heavy. That it feels like a burden. I wish I could have taken on the burden of your pain and let your atlas stand again. Because maybe then, you wouldn’t have taken your life so instantly. Maybe you still would’ve done it. But maybe I’d feel a little less guilty knowing I helped more. Knowing I did more. But you’re gone and I can’t take it back. I can’t rewind the clock and make things better. All I can do is try to pick up the broken pieces you left behind and attempt to move on. And I know that’s what you want. But sometimes things aren’t always about what you want.
Your name isn’t a burden when it falls upon my lips. But it still hurts.
Beautiful, wat is the source?
@@jacobbarker1945 it’s my own piece
Its wonderful
Very touching, made me think of something i haven't thought for a while now
I don’t believe in them
but, somewhere there are gods hiding inside of their own heads
using all of their might trying to stop their own eardrums
from pounding out the sound of your name
You are lightning trying to tame thunder
leaving split second scars against the sky
as if you were breaking the skin of something that won’t die
My first instinct is the same as my second
strongly reinforced as if by diamond sheeting
that donated its glimmer to charity so that it can look dull and tough
A shine now scuffed as if the world left a bruise on light
I fight my instinct long enough to realize that I won’t win
I give in surrendering to an impulse
somewhat believing that my imprisonment will not involve torture
if I can confess everything I know
I know nothing
I bring an emptiness to your need
like a dog laying a skeleton at your feet
bone by bone
I lay stone all around you in a circle,
as if any moment you will burst into flame
and warm us long enough so that I can tell you my ghost story
But part of me still haunts my memory
It throws chairs against my mirrored mind
cracking the reflections in which I once thought I would find answers
if I reflect long enough
There will be answers
But like mail on a Sunday none came
So I sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up
I stand on mountain tops believing that avalanches will teach me to let go
I know nothing
but I am here to learn
Pqqq
Is this filmed in the Netherlands?
Eddy Malumba Yes, it is!
Can someone help me understand the deeper meaning of this poem?
I might be able to help. I'm trying to figure one out.
From what I've gotten from it over this last year listening to it repeatedly is that it's about someone, most likely a new love that he's afraid of opening up to. The first half of the poem shows a lot of fighting back, I hear a lot of signs showing that he is putting up some sort of front to appear stronger maybe? Perhaps just to hide weakness? ("My first instinct is the same as my second
strongly reinforced as if by diamond sheeting
that donated its glimmer to charity so that it can look dull and tough")
My original theory with that was thrown out with the next few lines when he says he fights his instinct long enough to realize that he won't win, so if anything it's probably reversed. His first instinct with this person is to show that he's not perfect, or shiny diamond sheeting. And eventually he gives into showing this version of himself to them.
The second half is solely a struggle on how he's going to open up to this person. He wants to tell them his "ghost story" but a big part of himself might be making it more of a challenge than he originally expected it to be. He uses metaphors about avalanches, blossoming flowers, and mail deliveries to show what he wants to do. He doesn't exactly know the answer himself or how to give it to this person, but he's willing to learn.
That may be a lot and I'm sorry if it is lol. I just have a bit of a knack for over analyzing Shane Koyczan's work