tave I think it’s because she’s Canadian. I was watching a show on Netflix and the actors are from the same country and they both say sorry the same way. I like it too btw. 💙
@@seshuvalluri4179 poetry is not an exact science a short thing. There are poems that are so long in a few lines and in another hand, there are other so short in our feeling but so large in lines.
DAMN Sabrina was my first love in poetry when I initially discovered spoken word. I remember relating to “Explaining my Depression to my mother” and falling head over heels for her style. Now look how far she’s grown. The past poems are still amazing and timeless but she continues to improve as time passes. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for her poems!!!
the truth has three sides i drink my coffee black every morning. i like how looking at you makes me feel. twice, i ask to kiss you. the second time, there was a lump in my throat. i like to believe it was a metaphor, a plain tumor is all it was. i have woken up, looked in the mirror and thought, "okay! i look good today!" if i am late it is because i don't know how to plan time. cut to me blushing, laughing, of course we were no full moon. in my poems, you are the dream of you. the falling stars are just glitter. just thousands of tiny led lights poured down from the sky. that July was a fire that minded it's own business. the following June was just 30 days the moon was a strawberry. it wasn't the drugs. the shadows on the ceiling weren't dancing again. i was walking backwards when i met you. you are not the first boy i've wrote into existence or loved. that thought unties my shoelaces. once, we were a crescent moon, weightless as a smile. i love you. still, i'm not sorry i don't want to write about you anymore so let's see how long we can go without talking. this time if we really try, maybe i will forget your birthday. i miss you, but i don't wish you were here. two, you don't like coffee, you like what it does to your body. you like the way coffee makes your body feel so you take your cream and sugar with coffee. i'm not sure why you kissed me back the first time. i suspect you liked what it did to your body. you liked the way my kiss made your body feel. once, i let you wrap your palms around my neck to feel the tumor ride my throat like an elevator. you wear sweat shorts and i still want to fuck you. once, you gave me a bouquet of pink roses or was it a fury of your puckered lips, when your elbow found mine in that crowd after a year of our mouths not speaking, i was not happy to see you. i was relieved. once, you said a person is either a peacekeeper or a pot stirrer. (think about that for a second) we both knew which i am. i bet you think you're a peacekeeper. i bet you think magicians don't exist. you are the first dizzy wind spell to trip my tornado. once you smiled in my direction and balloon the loose, there i went so high i forgot which came first, you or the dream of you. you told me once after work you took the bus all the way west to watch the sunset only to miss it. you said you were so glad you made it to me on time. if you came back, i would not ask why. you may say none of this ever happened. three, i drink my coffee black, but you don't like coffee. you like what it does to your body, you like the way coffee makes your body feel so you take your cream and sugar with it every morning. this is not about you. i just like how looking at you makes me feel. twice, i asked to kiss you. the second time you said, "I just don't think I can give you what you want." really not sure then why you kissed me back the first time. i suspect, you liked what it did to your body. you liked the way my kiss made your body feel. once, there was a lump in my throat, i liked to believe it was a metaphor for every feeling i have ever swallowed. a plain tumor was all it really was. see this is my story. i have woken up, looked in the mirror and thought,"damn. i look good today." and you wear sweat shorts. in public. and i still wanna fuck you. once you gave me a bouquet of pink roses or was it a fury of your puckered lips, if i am late it is because i am too anxious to leave. i don't know how to plan time so when your elbow found your way to mine in that crowd after a year of us not speaking, I was not happy to see you. I was mad that i was relieved. cut to me laughing, blushing, of course, weren't you dancing beside me? but we were no full moon. once you said a person is either a peacekeeper or a pot stirrer and we both knew which i am and i bet you still think you are a peacekeeper. in my poems, you are the dream of you. maybe is this alternate universe where the falling stars were just glitter. just thousands of tiny led lights poured down from the sky. that July was a fire, but it minded it's own business and that following June was just another 30 days the moon was a strawberry. it might have been the drugs, but the shadows on the ceiling were not dancing again. I was walking backwards when i met you. i made all of this magic and i bet you think magicians don't exist. well you are not the first boy who i wrote into existence or loved, you are just the first dizzy wind spell to trip my tornado that time you smiled in my direction, and balloon on the loose there i went, so high i forgot which came first, you or the dream of you and it's that thought that unties my shoelaces. because once we were a crescent moon, weightless as a smile. and i love you. still. i'm not sorry. i just can't write about you anymore. so let's see how long we can go without talking. this time i will really try to forget your birthday. maybe. if you came back, i would not ask why i miss you, but i don't wish you were here. and you may say, none of this ever happened, but all of the details sure fit. so abracadabra.
I have never run into a poem that so perfectly encapsulates the first person who truly broke my heart but learned to stay away from after much back and forth over years.
That line always gets me. Birthdays are a big thing for me and it used to be my one excuse to talk to my ex every year. See how he was doing, say hi, catch up. This year I finally forgot to congratulate him.
@@luciagarcia4820 My ex's is New Year's Day...I don't blame you at all💛 We met 7 years ago and there hasn't been a single birthday, I dont believe, where I didn't at least remember.
It’s ridiculous how much this perfectly represents my feelings for a guy I slept with for 2.5 years. From the infuriating fact he wore sweat shorts in public (and I still wanted to sleep with him), to how relieved and mad about it I was the first time I saw him a year after I broke things off, to him making out in the beginning he wanted something more only to to change his mind after 2 months but still keep coming back. Hearing “I miss you, but I don’t wish you were here.” Was such a light build moment the first time I heard this, because it is EXACTLY how I still feel about him almost 3 years later. I have shown this to close friends to help them understand my very complicated feelings about him, because they never really understood our..’relationship’. Hearing this in Brighton (I’m pretty sure she performed it in Brighton (wearing that exact top as well)) was a beautiful moment ❤️
Everytime i listen to her words, Im like damn she can’t get better, she can’t explain my thoughts even more perfectly. Then she writes this. Such a beautiful writer, I love her work so much and appreciate how she puts my thoughts into her words.
I have found the reason I love poetry. It is not because it tells a story or because the words flow together like river water, but because there is no such thing as an unbroken poet. No one here is trying to fix you nor trying to pull you into peice. Instead they share their one broken and it brings us all together into a broken masterpiece.
Damn what a roller-coaster this piece is. I don't think I've ever had a poem that's both made my heart smile and broken it repeatedly before so congrats on such a unique achievement. 😂♥️💔😍
It seems we lived exactly the same story, exactly the same months. The details are so similar that it made me cry and a few years have passed since I asked for that second kiss. I still remember his birthday, though.
I’m just starting to get into listening to poetry slams, so far it’s been a lot of Sarah Kay, but I like hearing the different rhythms of other poets. But it’s a little tricky for me to decipher what they’re saying. But this one kind of reached me at some points. Like when she mentioned how the person likes how coffee makes them feel, instead of appreciating it for what it is. How did everyone else start to get an ear for this art of poetry? Am I not listening right?
This is an absolute masterpiece! Truly brilliant how the 3 sides just fit together. And also how it feels so applicable to my personal life too. Let’s see how long we can go without speaking, but honestly I still have not forgotten your birthday (17/8)
You have these lines, like a poem for poets inside of an already Brilliant piece. I write in an attempt to put words to feelings i feel like are missing them, but your work, it's a muse for muses
This poem is amazing, beautiful, and inspires me to get out my pen again lol. I'd love to meet Sabrina one day, I feel like she'd be such a cool person to be friends with
"I miss you but I don't wish you are here"...
I just said this to someone a month ago :O so true
i like how she says the word sorry 😂
tave I think it’s because she’s Canadian. I was watching a show on Netflix and the actors are from the same country and they both say sorry the same way. I like it too btw. 💙
Yeah it's a Canadian thing :)
i instantly knew she was canadian💞
It's a Canadian thing... sowry
Its so cute, im female and straight dont judge me(the dont judge me part is an inside joke btw)😂
The talent that this woman embodies....gosh. I'm always speechless. Wow. Just wow.
I'm sorry can u explain me what she was talking about in a nut shell ?? , I don't get it fully !!!
@@seshuvalluri4179 poetry is not an exact science a short thing. There are poems that are so long in a few lines and in another hand, there are other so short in our feeling but so large in lines.
Her poems take you on a scary journey. You don't know where you'll end up but once you get there, you'll realize that's where you're meant to be.
DAMN Sabrina was my first love in poetry when I initially discovered spoken word. I remember relating to “Explaining my Depression to my mother” and falling head over heels for her style. Now look how far she’s grown. The past poems are still amazing and timeless but she continues to improve as time passes. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for her poems!!!
I'm so glad I'm not the only one who feels this way about her poems, particularly "Explain Depression"
Sameeee! And then i discovered Sarah and a bunch of other peopel i love
That was brilliant. I adore the method of mixing poems to create a new story. Done beautifully.
the truth has three sides
i drink my coffee black every morning.
i like how looking at you makes me feel.
twice, i ask to kiss you. the second time, there was a lump in my throat.
i like to believe it was a metaphor, a plain tumor is all it was.
i have woken up, looked in the mirror and thought, "okay! i look good today!"
if i am late it is because i don't know how to plan time.
cut to me blushing, laughing, of course we were no full moon.
in my poems, you are the dream of you.
the falling stars are just glitter. just thousands of tiny led lights poured down from the sky.
that July was a fire that minded it's own business. the following June was just 30 days the moon was a strawberry.
it wasn't the drugs.
the shadows on the ceiling weren't dancing again.
i was walking backwards when i met you.
you are not the first boy i've wrote into existence or loved.
that thought unties my shoelaces.
once, we were a crescent moon, weightless as a smile. i love you.
still, i'm not sorry i don't want to write about you anymore so let's see how long we can go without talking. this time if we really try, maybe i will forget your birthday.
i miss you, but i don't wish you were here.
two, you don't like coffee, you like what it does to your body. you like the way coffee makes your body feel so you take your cream and sugar with coffee.
i'm not sure why you kissed me back the first time. i suspect you liked what it did to your body.
you liked the way my kiss made your body feel.
once, i let you wrap your palms around my neck to feel the tumor ride my throat like an elevator.
you wear sweat shorts and i still want to fuck you.
once, you gave me a bouquet of pink roses or was it a fury of your puckered lips, when your elbow found mine in that crowd after a year of our mouths not speaking, i was not happy to see you.
i was relieved.
once, you said a person is either a peacekeeper or a pot stirrer. (think about that for a second)
we both knew which i am.
i bet you think you're a peacekeeper. i bet you think magicians don't exist. you are the first dizzy wind spell to trip my tornado. once you smiled in my direction and balloon the loose, there i went so high i forgot which came first, you or the dream of you.
you told me once after work you took the bus all the way west to watch the sunset only to miss it.
you said you were so glad you made it to me on time.
if you came back, i would not ask why. you may say none of this ever happened.
three, i drink my coffee black, but you don't like coffee. you like what it does to your body, you like the way coffee makes your body feel so you take your cream and sugar with it every morning. this is not about you. i just like how looking at you makes me feel.
twice, i asked to kiss you.
the second time you said, "I just don't think I can give you what you want."
really not sure then why you kissed me back the first time.
i suspect, you liked what it did to your body. you liked the way my kiss made your body feel.
once, there was a lump in my throat, i liked to believe it was a metaphor for every feeling i have ever swallowed. a plain tumor was all it really was.
see this is my story.
i have woken up, looked in the mirror and thought,"damn. i look good today." and you wear sweat shorts. in public. and i still wanna fuck you.
once you gave me a bouquet of pink roses or was it a fury of your puckered lips, if i am late it is because i am too anxious to leave.
i don't know how to plan time so when your elbow found your way to mine in that crowd after a year of us not speaking, I was not happy to see you.
I was mad that i was relieved.
cut to me laughing, blushing, of course, weren't you dancing beside me? but we were no full moon.
once you said a person is either a peacekeeper or a pot stirrer and we both knew which i am and i bet you still think you are a peacekeeper.
in my poems, you are the dream of you.
maybe is this alternate universe where the falling stars were just glitter. just thousands of tiny led lights poured down from the sky.
that July was a fire, but it minded it's own business and that following June was just another 30 days the moon was a strawberry.
it might have been the drugs, but the shadows on the ceiling were not dancing again.
I was walking backwards when i met you.
i made all of this magic and i bet you think magicians don't exist. well you are not the first boy who i wrote into existence or loved, you are just the first dizzy wind spell to trip my tornado that time you smiled in my direction, and balloon on the loose there i went, so high i forgot which came first, you or the dream of you and
it's that thought that unties my shoelaces.
because once we were a crescent moon, weightless as a smile. and i love you. still.
i'm not sorry. i just can't write about you anymore. so let's see how long we can go without talking. this time i will really try to forget your birthday. maybe.
if you came back, i would not ask why i miss you, but i don't wish you were here.
and you may say, none of this ever happened, but all of the details sure fit.
so abracadabra.
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Thanks!!
She is the reason I got into poetry about a year and a half ago and I couldn’t ask for a better poetry mother ♥️
Mine is sarah kay❤❤❤😍
Baaa Baaa she’s my other poetry mother! 🥰
KStodieck Sarah and Sabrina are my poetry queens.
I like them both that's how I found poetry
🥺🥺🥺
I have never run into a poem that so perfectly encapsulates the first person who truly broke my heart but learned to stay away from after much back and forth over years.
Oh yeah, thats the right poem for the job. Crappy job but some poem has to do it =)
That’s exactly how I felt! So accurate it’s scary. Amazing
“I am not happy to see you, I am relieved.”
Damn
“So let’s see how long we can go without talking. This time i will really try to forget your birthday”
Maybe
That line always gets me. Birthdays are a big thing for me and it used to be my one excuse to talk to my ex every year. See how he was doing, say hi, catch up. This year I finally forgot to congratulate him.
@@luciagarcia4820 so happy for you. I'm not there yet. How many birthdays did you give him?
@@kissxthexdancer 3 after we broke up lol in my defense, his birthday is exactly one week before mine so it wasn't easy to forget
@@luciagarcia4820 My ex's is New Year's Day...I don't blame you at all💛
We met 7 years ago and there hasn't been a single birthday, I dont believe, where I didn't at least remember.
This is the reason I love poetry, wording changes perspective.
BrittDays You have the passion, you might try writing too. And you can read mine and much more on instagram at my handle above. Love and light 💜
“In my poems you are the dream of you” 4:51 wow. That’s brilliant
Sabrina has a way of speaking and telling a story that is unrivaled in my opinion. Great poem
Personally, I prefer Sarah Kay but Sabrina is decent (way better than me, at least)
It’s ridiculous how much this perfectly represents my feelings for a guy I slept with for 2.5 years. From the infuriating fact he wore sweat shorts in public (and I still wanted to sleep with him), to how relieved and mad about it I was the first time I saw him a year after I broke things off, to him making out in the beginning he wanted something more only to to change his mind after 2 months but still keep coming back. Hearing “I miss you, but I don’t wish you were here.” Was such a light build moment the first time I heard this, because it is EXACTLY how I still feel about him almost 3 years later.
I have shown this to close friends to help them understand my very complicated feelings about him, because they never really understood our..’relationship’.
Hearing this in Brighton (I’m pretty sure she performed it in Brighton (wearing that exact top as well)) was a beautiful moment ❤️
Her poetry is amazing every time!
Everytime i listen to her words,
Im like damn she can’t get better, she can’t explain my thoughts even more perfectly. Then she writes this. Such a beautiful writer, I love her work so much and appreciate how she puts my thoughts into her words.
I have found the reason I love poetry. It is not because it tells a story or because the words flow together like river water, but because there is no such thing as an unbroken poet. No one here is trying to fix you nor trying to pull you into peice. Instead they share their one broken and it brings us all together into a broken masterpiece.
You can tell how nervous she is when she has to flip pages but she’s grown so much
“i just like how looking at you makes me feel”
This is the new best video on TH-cam
This poem is great she is the one that made me love poem's
I think she might just be one of of my favorite poets. Like wow. I love every poem she writes.
i’ve loved this poem for years, and now i GET this poem and i love it even more
Damn what a roller-coaster this piece is. I don't think I've ever had a poem that's both made my heart smile and broken it repeatedly before so congrats on such a unique achievement. 😂♥️💔😍
this is one of the greatest poems i’ve ever heard
Sabrina changed my life for the good.
every time i hear Sabrina’s poetry my heart feels full. such an inspiration to me, thank you for sharing your art with the world Sabrina!!
here I am, for the 9283719427372 time watching this and yet, it still gives me goosebumps.
i love her she just puts all my messy emotions and perspectives into words
I am so unbelievably in love with this poem, can't describe why but I have to hear it over and over again
Still I get goosebumps to this poem every single time I listen to it
This makes me cry everytime I come back
That was well thought-out and beautiful. Respect.
I'm sorry Can u explain me in a nut shell !!? I don't get it fully !!
seshu valluri me either I have listened and read it twice and each time it just sounds more jumbled and confused than well thought out
this left a lump a throat, and that's not a metaphor. makes me want to cry. :( so beautifully written
This is so thought out and beautiful. I’ve never seen a poem this format before and it’s genius.
When she said sorry at the end I was like oh shes Canadian, I love how you guys pronounce it oh instead of awh such a fun detail in your accent.
every single time.. goosebumps all over my whole body.. i am absolutely in love with this poem 🥰🥰💖 i feel it in my soul
The way she just talks to the croud while flipping the pages makes the poem 1000 times better, and trust me I didn't think it could get any better
I have never loved a piece of poetry this much
"I was not happy to see you, I was relieved." Fuck
"I was mad that I was relieved" _screams_
Every one of Sabrina's poems are so powerful. She always tells such powerful stories and elicits such strong emotions.
She looks better now. I'm so glad for seeing her smile.
It seems we lived exactly the same story, exactly the same months. The details are so similar that it made me cry and a few years have passed since I asked for that second kiss. I still remember his birthday, though.
Debora Antunes seems like this poem is for you XO
"Thanks for clapping" --- she is so cute. I ❤ her.
"you are not the first boy who i wrote into existence or loved, that thought unties my shoelaces" that's beautiful
She gives me goosebumps every time! This one hit home!!
I really can't stop myself from hearing her poem
I think this is my favorite of her poems, wow.
This is so old now but touches a special place in my heart.
"if i am late, it is because i am too anxious to leave" thank u for putting that into words holy fuck
I’m just starting to get into listening to poetry slams, so far it’s been a lot of Sarah Kay, but I like hearing the different rhythms of other poets. But it’s a little tricky for me to decipher what they’re saying. But this one kind of reached me at some points. Like when she mentioned how the person likes how coffee makes them feel, instead of appreciating it for what it is.
How did everyone else start to get an ear for this art of poetry? Am I not listening right?
whoa much respect for sabrina. whenever i watch her performances she just introduces me to a new style of writing like whoa
I relate to this one waaaaaaaay too much
there are no words to describe how her poems make me feel :(
‘See this is my story’ YES!
This was just simply amazing. Really hit home.
This is an absolute masterpiece! Truly brilliant how the 3 sides just fit together. And also how it feels so applicable to my personal life too. Let’s see how long we can go without speaking, but honestly I still have not forgotten your birthday (17/8)
powerful poem! i love her presence-almost ethereal, like she could get through anything
one of the best i have heard, this is incredible. thank you for blessing my ears❤️
she is so gorgeous and her poems are the exact same. i adore this poem soooo much ❤️
1 and 2 great, no 3 i just love it. Makes me happy and sad.💔❤️
forever and always my favorite poem
This is my favorite poem, I took the liberty of translating it to Spanish, I think its a true masterpiece
I love this poem!!
She is so amazing..she is my favorite poet..❤
TH-cam is really missing a love button. I wanna give it more than just a thumbs up
Her poems makes my heart melt ❤️
She is so talented
at first i thought she just repeated and read it again but then.... OH
brilliant, brilliant
"...the falling stars were just glitter." ❤️
Hi Sabrina, thanks for the crystal and the words.
Wow i don't know how much times I saw this. I don't miss you boy anymore and that July is far way now
Wow that was authentic elegance I resonate with 💎
I LOVE THIS.
Thanks!
And this is why she's my favorite poet out here
I love how she wrote this. It was absolutely min-blowing how she did, and I'm proud. Holy shit.
I love this poem (so so much). I love Sabrina (so so much). I LOVE her shirt.
I listen to your videos all the time. I can relate.
I loveee everything Sabrina-related ❤️❤️❤️
this is absolute fire.
You have these lines, like a poem for poets inside of an already Brilliant piece. I write in an attempt to put words to feelings i feel like are missing them, but your work, it's a muse for muses
I just really like her. ❤️
I love your poems
I love her voice
Sabrina went in on sweatshorts!
I was mad I was relieved
This poem just changed my life.....
gosh i love her
This is beautiful. I love your poetry, and presentation.
That was lovely
...thanks for clapping... 😂
Love this girl❤️
Such an amazing and beautiful young woman. I wish her an amazing life. The kind that someone such as me will never see
Fantastic piece.
THIS IS A GD MASTERPIECE!!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!
This poem is amazing, beautiful, and inspires me to get out my pen again lol.
I'd love to meet Sabrina one day, I feel like she'd be such a cool person to be friends with
Oh my heart
I love this is so much
This is beautiful
'you are not the first boy i wrote into existence or loved'
'i love you still and i'm not sorry i just cant write about you anymore'