he was taught that repeating words makes them lose their meaning. So when his parents divorced he used repetition of words to try and devalue they're meaning and effect on him. but as time went on he began to stutter and this made him experience the meaning and depth of the words that hurt him in excruciating way then he would have experienced them- had he not tried to devalue his situation. He is basically talking about how we can never run away from issues that were hurt us. how everything comes crashing down and we are left to experience pain in a much greater way.
He came to my school to perform this live about 7 years ago with Sarah Kay, gave me his book and inspired me to fall into my love of reciting poetry when everyone told me it was a weird thing to love. I still recite to this day. So I was happy to be reacquainted with my memory of him in my suggestions and his cadence brought me back so many years. Thank you Phil
Semantic Satiation - is a psychological phenomenon in which repetition causes a word or phrase to temporarily lose meaning. Phil so beautifully explained this interesting phenomenon
PHIL KAYE - “REPETITION” My mother taught me this trick, if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning, for example, homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework, see, nothing. Our lives, she said are the same way, you watch the sun set too often it just becomes 6pm, you make the same mistake over and over you’ll stop calling it a mistake- if you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why. Nothing is forever, she said, my parents left each other when i was 7 years old, before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbours house, like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle, when i came back, there was no gravity in our home, i imagined it as an accident, though when i left they whispered to each other i love you, so many times over that they forgot what it meant, family family family family family family family family- my mother taught me this trick, if you repeat something over over again it loses its meaning, this became my favourite game, it made the sting of words evaporate separation separation separation see, nothing. apart apart apart apart apart apart see, nothing. i’m an injured handyman now, i work with words all day shut up i know the irony, when i was young i was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down; convincing it that it was worthless i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, see, nothing. Soon after my parents divorce, i developed a stutter, fate is a cruel and efficient tutor, there is no escape in stutter, you can feel the meaning, of every word, drag itself up your throats-s-s-s-s-s-s-separation, stutter is a cage made of mirrors every what’d you say, every just take your time, every come on kid spit it out, is a glaring reflection of an existence you can not escape, every awful moment trips over its own announcement again and again and again until it just hangs there in the centre of the room, as if what you had to say had no gravity at all. Mom, Dad, i’m not wasteful with my words anymore, even now, after hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter, i still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat, listen to me, i’ve heard that even in space, you can hear the scratch of an i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i love you.
I first heard this 6 years ago, in high school. I loved this so much and left a big impression in my heart but now I'm halfway in college and life got harder. Listening to this again takes me back when I was so naive to life, when this was just a story of someone else that I found interesting but now, Repetition hits hard. I hope we wouldn't forget why we woke up everyday
As a grown man who grew up with separated parents and is now going through a very rough time in my marriage with a kid between us, I was not ready for the level of tears this brought me to.
This is my favourite poem. Because I can relate to it too much. "Marry Me" "Marry Me" "Marry Me" "Marry Me" "Marry Me".... He kept saying on repeat for 2 years it lost its meaning. Each time followed by verbal abuse and it left me confused. Why is he asking me to marry him and how can he abuse me at the same time. I built a shell around me to hide from the abusive words. But it also blocked his desperate words of marriage. I was stuck in a limbo. The love of my life.. Asking me to marry me and abusing me all at the same time, on repeat. I asked him to stop. He stopped for a while. But I could not bring myself out of the shell out of fear of abuse. I kept asking for time. He left me and got Married to someone random: He just wanted a married life. But... I just wanted a married life too! With Him! That's all I wanted for 2 years! Your mind can play tricks on you. While the word marriage was numb to me... And only his abusive words echoed... Suddenly it was the opposite. Suddenly the shell broke. And I wanted marriage. In desperation, I begged him to come back, it was too late. He was the love of my life. I don't know why I did what I did.
"every moment trips over its own announcement again & again & again until it just hangs there in the center of the room as if what you had to say had no gravity at all"
It’s odd to be a grown man listening to this poem again. I was a Freshman in High School and yet now as a 23 year old man these words still hit right to my core. Thank you Phil for my comfort and safety for so many years
same! in my english class, we're currently in our poetry unit and my teacher showed us another one of his poems, "Camaro." I then went down a rabbit hole and found so many beautiful poems of his (and others as well!).
The first time I heard this I was in the seventh grade it was a normal Tuesday Thirteen years old with braids and a broken backpack The class looked up at the board in the purple room waiting for the bell to ring it felt as though I was the only one in the room who was listening I looked at his face years younger than today’s and wondered Now I’m 16 three years to you but an eternity to me three years ago I’d never threatened myself with food for failing a test. Three years ago I’d never fallen in love and now I’ve fallen in puppy love. But still it’s been so long since I’ve stopped wondering what if
I keep coming back to this poem, every one or two years...I love it so much. I think I may try to perform it for the poetry recitation competition next week
I've seen this so many times before but this time...I couldn't finish, it was to real for me. I'm sorry you went through that Phil but you're an inspiration to so many now because of your words. Huuuuge fan
I did too and I think I did a pretty good job cuz I won the first prize. Ofcourse the poem is so good it deserves more appreciation.I was so worried as it was my first, thoughts like what if someone yells back 'l love you' or 's..s...s..separation' made me sick and then I thought about Phil he goes to so many places performing this poem and there I was overthinking and so I went in gave his intro and performed the poem absolutely with no fear and the experience was surreal, of course the audience had a chorus to say but it did not affect me at all. I even e-mailed Phil Kaye about the whole thing and he was like 'I am honoured you do my poem'. He is such a humble man and a great poet.
My mother taught me this trick: If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning. For example: Homework, homework, homework, homework homeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomework, see, nothing. “Our lives”, she said, “are the same way. You watch the sun set too often it just becomes 6 PM. You make the same mistake over and over, you’ll stop calling it a mistake- If you just wake up, wake up, wake up, wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup one day you’ll forget why. Nothing is forever.”, she said. My parents left each other when I was 7 years old. Before their last argument, They sent me off to the neighbour’s house, Like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle. When I came back, there was no gravity in our home. I imagined it as an accident, That when I left they whispered to each other I love you So many times over that they forgot what it meant. Family, family, family, family familyfamilyfamilyfamily- My mother taught me this trick: If you repeat something over and over again, It loses its meaning. This became my favorite game. It made the sting of words evaporate. Separation, separation, separation, see, nothing! Apart, apart, apart, apartapartapart, see, nothing! I’m an injured handyman now. I work with words all day, Shut up. I know the irony. When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down; Convincing it that it was worthless. I love you, I love you, I love you iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou, see, nothing. Soon after my parent’s divorce, I developed a stutter. Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor. There is no escape in stutter. You can feel the meaning of every word Drag itself up your throat. S-s-s-s-s-s-s-separation. Stutter is a cage made of mirrors. Every “What’d you say?” Every “Just take your time.” Every “Come on, kid, spit it out!” Is a glaring reflection of an existence you can not escape. Every awful moment trips over its own announcement, Again and again and again, Until it just hangs there in the centre of the room. As if what you had to say had no gravity at all. Mom, dad, I’m not wasteful with my words anymore. Even now, After hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter, I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat. Listen to me, I’ve heard that even in space, You can hear the scratch of an I-I-I-I-I-I-I love you.
I love this poem. I brought it to my first poetry club meeting, and I can relate to it a lot. I am 16 years old, and my cage made of mirrors is these past 2 years of my life.
After listening to your video! Inspiration leaped into my soul to do something that I haven't done for years! Write A Song!!! Thanks for your energy! I needed it and had no idea how desperately it was needed! THANKS!!
i made my own version of it My mother taught me this trick If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning For example: Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework See, nothing Our existence, she said, is the same way. You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake If you just wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, one day you’ll forget why Nothing is forever, she said My parents left each other when I was 8 years old Before their last argument they sent us off to our room, like two astronauts jettisoned from the shuttle. When I left the room there was no gravity in our home, beds floating I imagined it as an accident, that when I left They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over that they forgot what it meant Family, family, family, family, family, family My mother taught me this trick If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning This became my favorite game It made the sting of words evaporate. Separation, separation, separation; see, nothing Apart, apart, apart; see, nothing I am an injured handyman now I work with words all day Shut up, I know the irony! When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down Convincing it that it was worthless I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you; See, nothing Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor There is no escape in stutter You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat S-s-s-separation Stutter is a cage made of mirrors Every “Are you ok?” Every “What’d you say?” Every “Come on kid, spit it out” Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement Over and over until it just hangs there, floating in the middle of the room Mom, Dad,Sister, I am not wasteful with my words anymore. Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter, I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat. I have heard that even in space; You can hear the scratching of a I-I-I-I love you.
"Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor"
It gives you the test first and the lesson second
he was taught that repeating words makes them lose their meaning. So when his parents divorced he used repetition of words to try and devalue they're meaning and effect on him. but as time went on he began to stutter and this made him experience the meaning and depth of the words that hurt him in excruciating way then he would have experienced them- had he not tried to devalue his situation. He is basically talking about how we can never run away from issues that were hurt us. how everything comes crashing down and we are left to experience pain in a much greater way.
Lihle this is so profound! Fantastic addition to one of my favorite poems of his.
He came to my school to perform this live about 7 years ago with Sarah Kay, gave me his book and inspired me to fall into my love of reciting poetry when everyone told me it was a weird thing to love. I still recite to this day. So I was happy to be reacquainted with my memory of him in my suggestions and his cadence brought me back so many years. Thank you Phil
Coming back after so many years to this poem. I love how even when you have a finalized poem, there is always room for slight changes 💛
I poem never ends, it just stops moving....
I love how his tone and hands just draw you into the words
Semantic Satiation - is a psychological phenomenon in which repetition causes a word or phrase to temporarily lose meaning. Phil so beautifully explained this interesting phenomenon
PHIL KAYE - “REPETITION”
My mother taught me this trick, if you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning, for example, homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework homework, see, nothing. Our lives, she said are the same way, you watch the sun set too often it just becomes 6pm, you make the same mistake over and over you’ll stop calling it a mistake- if you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why. Nothing is forever, she said, my parents left each other when i was 7 years old, before their last argument they sent me off to the neighbours house, like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle, when i came back, there was no gravity in our home, i imagined it as an accident, though when i left they whispered to each other i love you, so many times over that they forgot what it meant, family family family family family family family family- my mother taught me this trick, if you repeat something over over again it loses its meaning, this became my favourite game, it made the sting of words evaporate separation separation separation see, nothing. apart apart apart apart apart apart see, nothing. i’m an injured handyman now, i work with words all day shut up i know the irony, when i was young i was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down; convincing it that it was worthless i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, see, nothing. Soon after my parents divorce, i developed a stutter, fate is a cruel and efficient tutor, there is no escape in stutter, you can feel the meaning, of every word, drag itself up your throats-s-s-s-s-s-s-separation, stutter is a cage made of mirrors every what’d you say, every just take your time, every come on kid spit it out, is a glaring reflection of an existence you can not escape, every awful moment trips over its own announcement again and again and again until it just hangs there in the centre of the room, as if what you had to say had no gravity at all. Mom, Dad, i’m not wasteful with my words anymore, even now, after hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter, i still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat, listen to me, i’ve heard that even in space, you can hear the scratch of an i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i love you.
thank you.
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he sounds so much like sarah kay!!! this is so cute
some parts of this reminded me a lot of that poem they did together, 'When love arrives'
They're best friends
Forever one of my favourite poems, and poets.
I first heard this 6 years ago, in high school. I loved this so much and left a big impression in my heart but now I'm halfway in college and life got harder.
Listening to this again takes me back when I was so naive to life, when this was just a story of someone else that I found interesting but now, Repetition hits hard.
I hope we wouldn't forget why we woke up everyday
it never gets old, you see. it changes in subtle ways only to get better. and no matter how often you listen, this doesn't lose its meaning. ♥
His voice feels like a weighted blanket and i cant explain it
I remember seeing it live and just crying silently to this poem. It's just so beautiful.
As a grown man who grew up with separated parents and is now going through a very rough time in my marriage with a kid between us, I was not ready for the level of tears this brought me to.
I can watch and hear it over and over again without losing It's meaning. OMG! This is the best poem i've ever read ❤️
Phil Kaye is just magic.
This is my favourite poem.
Because I can relate to it too much. "Marry Me" "Marry Me" "Marry Me" "Marry Me" "Marry Me".... He kept saying on repeat for 2 years it lost its meaning. Each time followed by verbal abuse and it left me confused. Why is he asking me to marry him and how can he abuse me at the same time. I built a shell around me to hide from the abusive words. But it also blocked his desperate words of marriage. I was stuck in a limbo. The love of my life.. Asking me to marry me and abusing me all at the same time, on repeat. I asked him to stop. He stopped for a while. But I could not bring myself out of the shell out of fear of abuse. I kept asking for time. He left me and got Married to someone random: He just wanted a married life.
But... I just wanted a married life too! With Him! That's all I wanted for 2 years!
Your mind can play tricks on you.
While the word marriage was numb to me... And only his abusive words echoed... Suddenly it was the opposite. Suddenly the shell broke. And I wanted marriage. In desperation, I begged him to come back, it was too late.
He was the love of my life. I don't know why I did what I did.
"every moment trips
over its own announcement
again & again & again
until it just hangs there
in the center
of the room as if what you had
to say had no
gravity at all"
It’s odd to be a grown man listening to this poem again. I was a Freshman in High School and yet now as a 23 year old man these words still hit right to my core. Thank you Phil for my comfort and safety for so many years
I'm starting to get back to poetry again. I remember how much I loved this poem
same! in my english class, we're currently in our poetry unit and my teacher showed us another one of his poems, "Camaro." I then went down a rabbit hole and found so many beautiful poems of his (and others as well!).
@@isabellaserafin5431 oo that makes me want to check out more of his poems too!
This poem makes me cry every single time I listen to it.
This poem really keeps on reminding me to be careful with my words and being true to what I utter.
The first time I heard this I was in the seventh grade it was a normal Tuesday
Thirteen years old with braids and a broken backpack
The class looked up at the board in the purple room waiting for the bell to ring it felt as though I was the only one in the room who was listening
I looked at his face years younger than today’s and wondered
Now I’m 16 three years to you but an eternity to me three years ago I’d never threatened myself with food for failing a test. Three years ago I’d never fallen in love and now I’ve fallen in puppy love. But still it’s been so long since I’ve stopped wondering what if
Love. This!!!
You sound poetic..
Christina Bellerose how do you learn to play an instrument?
@@Hilltop_Stranger I don't know. I never played one. Why?
Christina Bellerose because metaphors make more sense when the meaning is understood
This is a classic one. The best of Phil Kaye's poems. 👍👍👍
I love his voice and the first time I heard it, it made me cry. It's so touching and I love every part of it. It never ceases to become irrelevant.
I keep coming back to this poem, every one or two years...I love it so much. I think I may try to perform it for the poetry recitation competition next week
I remember when I first heard this 😊
I've seen this so many times before but this time...I couldn't finish, it was to real for me. I'm sorry you went through that Phil but you're an inspiration to so many now because of your words. Huuuuge fan
This is one of my favorites of his. I can recite this.
This is so beautiful and relevant. ❤️
I can feel this.... much..more and most finally.
His voice is a lullaby and I’m hooked.
I listen to this every weekend and it never gets old😩💕💕💕💓
This speech is amazing thanks to my teacher for sending this video link
Repetition turns words meaningless,
Did i say 'love' too much?
♪
♥ Phil
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This is one of my favourite things in the world. Mostly because it's so heartfelt.
He can lull me everytime, anytime, all the time!
I love this poem. Phil Kaye has an amazing way with words.
He’s one of the reasons why I love poetry
Can’t wait to get your book
Outstanding delivery
i am a simple gal. i see phil, i click
Even on a final product, slight room is made for change. I love it 💕
I like Phil Kaye's work!😁😊
I'm scared that if keep watching it too many times, it will loose it meaning
nice one
is this true that repitition does this?
Damn
that was out of this world I'm dead
You just can't your eyes off of him ❤
2:47 and he fades away into the darkness.
Just listening to this and it hits hard
I’m performing this in front of the school on Thursday, I’m very excited!
Ronaldo Mohammed I gave him full credit for it. I was just reciting it😊
I did too and I think I did a pretty good job cuz I won the first prize. Ofcourse the poem is so good it deserves more appreciation.I was so worried as it was my first, thoughts like what if someone yells back 'l love you' or 's..s...s..separation' made me sick and then I thought about Phil he goes to so many places performing this poem and there I was overthinking and so I went in gave his intro and performed the poem absolutely with no fear and the experience was surreal, of course the audience had a chorus to say but it did not affect me at all. I even e-mailed Phil Kaye about the whole thing and he was like 'I am honoured you do my poem'. He is such a humble man and a great poet.
@@Rururuts is that your poem?
Love the delivery
is it just me or does he look like keanu reeves with the beard
Goitske I THOUGHT THE SAME
It's just you.
@@LadyRow00 well clearly it's not someone else agreed lmao
@@sam5am_ Oh, okay.
It's just you and Sky R.***
Corrected.
Love cant contain my feelings for this
I can watch this over and over again and I still love it in the same way ❤ Maybe even more ❤
Oh my days he is so amazing wish I was him pure🔥🔥🔥🔥 my g
Every awful moment trips over its own announcement
His message is very real. Truth!
Phil makes me cry... he really does
Omg this repetition thing....when i was in my 2nd standard I discovered it and made fun with every word..btw his way of conveying is awesome...
Wow 😯
This poem and this man never cease to amaze me
My mother taught me this trick:
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning.
For example:
Homework, homework, homework, homework homeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomeworkhomework, see, nothing.
“Our lives”, she said, “are the same way.
You watch the sun set too often it just becomes 6 PM.
You make the same mistake over and over, you’ll stop calling it a mistake-
If you just wake up, wake up, wake up,
wakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup one day you’ll forget why.
Nothing is forever.”, she said.
My parents left each other when I was 7 years old.
Before their last argument,
They sent me off to the neighbour’s house,
Like some astronaut jettisoned from the shuttle.
When I came back, there was no gravity in our home.
I imagined it as an accident,
That when I left they whispered to each other I love you
So many times over that they forgot what it meant.
Family, family, family, family
familyfamilyfamilyfamily-
My mother taught me this trick:
If you repeat something over and over again,
It loses its meaning.
This became my favorite game.
It made the sting of words evaporate.
Separation, separation, separation, see, nothing!
Apart, apart, apart, apartapartapart, see, nothing!
I’m an injured handyman now.
I work with words all day,
Shut up. I know the irony.
When I was young,
I was taught that the trick to dominating language was breaking it down;
Convincing it that it was worthless.
I love you, I love you, I love you
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou, see, nothing.
Soon after my parent’s divorce,
I developed a stutter.
Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor.
There is no escape in stutter.
You can feel the meaning of every word
Drag itself up your throat.
S-s-s-s-s-s-s-separation.
Stutter is a cage made of mirrors.
Every “What’d you say?”
Every “Just take your time.”
Every “Come on, kid, spit it out!”
Is a glaring reflection of an existence you can not escape.
Every awful moment trips over its own announcement,
Again and again and again,
Until it just hangs there in the centre of the room.
As if what you had to say had no gravity at all.
Mom, dad, I’m not wasteful with my words anymore.
Even now,
After hundreds of hours practicing away my stutter,
I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.
Listen to me,
I’ve heard that even in space,
You can hear the scratch of an I-I-I-I-I-I-I love you.
😥 hits so close to home. I feel this deeply.
AFTER HOW MANY YEARS I STILL LOVE THIS
This makes me cry, every time
How beautiful 🖤
You made me to like poetry again after very very long time, man you are the most amazing and adorable poet.
This is such a classic
The poem and poet that kept me going and has served as an inspiration to me ❤️
Your body language and tone is unique dude!
He's my second favourite! Love him, the way he performs oh my ..
Love this guy
I watch this so many times and I still get goosebumps
I love this poem. I brought it to my first poetry club meeting, and I can relate to it a lot. I am 16 years old, and my cage made of mirrors is these past 2 years of my life.
Hi plss share your create poem plss I perform of my school
I watched this everyday..
I probably know every word now.
Say, 'word' not 'words'.... and show care, for if you watch it too much the impact of it all will disappear.
Love this soooo much
This is amazing...the power of words leaves me sometimes speechless
Back to this poem for the tenth time since I found it three days ago 🙂
I think this is my favorite poem in the book
what a powerful performance.
oh its so soothing to hear hom again doing this
It gets better the older he gets and performs it
keep up the good work in you.
Absolutely beautiful🌼
Always amazing
YES YES YES!!!! I looove Phil Kaye
Currently mind blown, I'll stay that way for a few centuries
There is something about how this guy talks that is mesmerizing
this gave me chills...
I love his voice
Breathtaking
this is beautiful
“wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up and one day you’ll forget why”
After listening to your video! Inspiration leaped into my soul to do something that I haven't done for years! Write A Song!!! Thanks for your energy! I needed it and had no idea how desperately it was needed! THANKS!!
Miss, Please post some of your work when you're able to, and willing to, share. Leverage your comment here for the benefit of many.
amazing.
i made my own version of it
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
For example:
Homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework, homework
See, nothing
Our existence, she said, is the same way.
You watch the sun set too often, it just becomes 6 PM
You make the same mistake over and over; you’ll stop calling it a mistake
If you just
wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
one day you’ll forget why
Nothing is forever, she said
My parents left each other when I was 8 years old
Before their last argument they sent us off to our room,
like two astronauts jettisoned from the shuttle.
When I left the room there was no gravity in our home, beds floating
I imagined it as an accident, that when I left
They whispered to each other “I love you” so many times over
that they forgot what it meant
Family, family, family, family, family, family
My mother taught me this trick
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning
This became my favorite game
It made the sting of words evaporate.
Separation, separation, separation;
see, nothing
Apart, apart, apart;
see, nothing
I am an injured handyman now
I work with words all day
Shut up, I know the irony!
When I was young, I was taught that the trick to dominating language
was breaking it down
Convincing it that it was worthless
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you;
See, nothing
Soon after my parents’ divorce, I developed a stutter
Fate is a cruel and efficient tutor
There is no escape in stutter
You feel the meaning of every word drag itself up your throat
S-s-s-separation
Stutter is a cage made of mirrors
Every “Are you ok?”
Every “What’d you say?”
Every “Come on kid, spit it out”
Is a glaring reflection you cannot escape
Every terrible moment skips upon its own announcement
Over and over until it just hangs there,
floating in the middle of the room
Mom, Dad,Sister,
I am not wasteful with my words anymore.
Even now after hundreds of hours of practicing away my stutter,
I still feel the claw of meaning in the bottom of my throat.
I have heard that even in space;
You can hear the scratching of a
I-I-I-I love you.
"There's a glaring reflection of an existence you cannot escape" One of my favorite lines 👍
I love Keanu Reeves poetry~
Branndon Ryles you’re breathtaking!!!
I love this one ❤
I think this poem shows how mature you have become.
This is so beautiful.
My God! I fucking love his works. I thank Phill Kaye and Sarah Kay for introducing me in poetry world and make my own compositions!