“The hardest part about watching you leave is that you can.” I am so sad but so grateful to find someone who speaks my thoughts out loud like she does.
Nothing like Slam Poetry PERIOD!! Ive been a fan since the early 90's when I was blessed to go to my very first Slam Poetry reading!! Though I am no poet, its lead me to write down my own feelings. Hoping that some, day my descendants will read the words and know me through them.🙄🖤🙏🏽
Here's a transcription! It took a while! But thats okay, because i love this so much. ❤ the one you love sits across from you at breakfast. maybe it's your sister, or your father, or the one who holds you closer than any other person. between you is the coffee, or your cell phone, or The Atlantic Ocean, or a pillow covered in your mother's tears. Or your self-esteem again. You just calm down, you feel the truth claw its way out of your throat. "Pass the butter," you say, used to the part where everyone asks how you are and you say "ok," and they believe it. Your survivor's guilt makes you apologetic. "I talk a lot, sorry," "I think too fast, sorry," "I count the exits in a room as quickly as I count the exits in a conversation, sorry." you try to control it, but that morning anxiety ties your lover to the bed and says "let's play." she brings all her friends. the trembling legs, the sweaty palms, the indoor voice, your relationship. you've only officially been awake for 15 minutes, and you've already imagined every scenario of things that could go wrong. on this day, there are still 20 minutes left until your alarm rings, so you imagine everything that will go wrong tomorrow. then it rings. when he smiles, the war packs her things and says "I'm leaving." the ceiling isn't inches from your face, the walls stop closing in, and you're back in Paris under that starless sky, you think about kissing him, but the Imam walked in dangling salvation from the tip of his prayer beads, saying things about how God speaks softly, and carries a big stick, as if his sermons weren't phallic enough already. Then your mom brings eternal damnation into the picture, and temperature rises. you're not sure if it's his eyes, or hell. Heaven, hell, and adolescent hormones are picking you apart. in that order. you feel like a lie in that red dress, but you kiss him anyway, and for a moment you can breathe without a ticking time bomb on your oxygen tank. you recognize the irony of a Muslim with a bomb metaphor, and pray to God the CIA can't hear your thoughts. the city falls away around you, the night air feels like a summer harvest. the CIA, the Imam, and your mother convene in the corner. the Bible starts looking at you funny. You kiss him again and think, you kiss him again and think this must be how the Atlantic feels when she tastes the Pacific. on a breath of wind. but fear climbs down on your throat. So he says it first, too soon, and too quickly. you listen anyway. Bite down that thing you read somewhere, about how those who love first are the first to go. when he looks at you, forget everything, spend the next eternity making up for not saying it first. Carry him the way the Nile carries Lake Victoria. hold him the way a traveler hangs on to the Northstar. Love him the way the Dead Sea loves Mount Everest, how they enveloped the peaks and troughs of this planet. Let his best days sink into your worst, your worst days, into his best, and make home of this. Every grain, every drop of water, every body of land makes you think of him, and you're both from the desert so you can't help but think you spent your entire life at his mercy. When he leaves you, it doesn't stop raining. you're left drenched in the desert, something you prayed for, but with nothing to save the water. you start to wonder if the continents ever call for each other on the cold nights, or if Venus ever reaches for Saturn, or if the moon ever wants to come home. I tried to forget you. Sunk all your memories in the river, but the waves keep tossing them back. I want to believe that I'll see you again, but we don't live long where I'm from. Venus is weeping in my arms. the hardest part about watching you leave, is that you can. anxiety ties you to the bed, the war unpacks her things.
Awesome, thank you!!! Teeny tiny note - I think she is saying "troughs" in the part where she says "Love him the way the Dead Sea loves Mount Everest, how they enveloped the peaks and troughs of this planet..."
You're welcome. I debated for like an hour before posting that cause I didn't want to sound like a dick 🤣 eventually I decided that if it was me, I'd want to know and that I need to NOT project my insecurities onto others. 💜
"I tried to forget you, but the waves keep tossing you back." This is a beautiful example of how our culture ties us to people who are not good for us, and we love them anyway. Great poem, Emi.
"Anxiety ties you to the bed. The war unpacks her things." Bruh these people are so brave to perform their most vulnerable thoughts in front of an audience. Beautiful poem and beautiful delivery.
"The hardest part about watching you leave is that you can." .. currently going through a breakup, this line somehow gutted me and healed me in the same breath. ❤️
idk, everybody's enterpreting it differently than i did, which is really cool, but i digested this as one of those things that you write when you know you're not even supposed to think it. growing up muslim, you're taught to view love as sort of this far fetched thing, that when it does come, and it's a few years too early, it feels like sin, you know ? it's a beautiful religion, but it can feel so complex during the human experience, especially when you're so, so young, and i think she interpreted that so beautifully
Wow, this was heavy. I wrote a love letter with a poem to my childhood sweetheart about a week ago. We haven't seen each other in over a decade but she responded and now we're planning a date together. I don't think I've ever been this excited. She's the one for me. I know it.
@@cari78910 Thanks, I really appreciate it. Well, we had the date yesterday and it was amazing. It lasted for 8 hours and we were both surprised how quickly the time passed. When we kissed I realized that she was indeed the one for me. It was electrifying. Like a scene straight out of a movie. In the back of my head, I was thinking _"and this is the part where the music would start playing"._ I have been in relationships before but none felt this genuine and intense. In a way, she's too good for this world. And I told her that too. She never got drunk in her life, and she didn't even know what memes were. I kid you not. I literally had to explain to her what memes were :'D . But this is exactly why I'm so drawn to her. She's like a unicorn. If I hadn't seen her with my own eyes I would not believe she's real. Spending that time with her made me realize how much the world has corrupted me and that she would be a wonderful mother one day. What a woman... She even brought me a gift. I finally know now what Bataille meant he talked about limit-experiences. This was one of them. I was happy and yet I wept. My body just couldn't handle it. Such divine bliss. Words fail me.
We loved each other so much We were always there for each other Through all of the good times And all of the hard times And there were hard times But I stayed by his side no matter what I stayed up till 4 in the morning Just to make sure That he would sleep soundly Yet after all that I've done He had an online girlfriend For 4 months behind my back What we had was special But I regret so many things I had so much anxiety around him When we were younger... I hid a lot of myself from him I was so scared I didnt want to look stupid I wanted to look perfect And I missed out on so many chances There are so many things I wish I did But was too scared to do it wrong I didnt even try There were so many opportunities If I had that chance this time around I would take it in a second I would take that chance I wouldn't lock myself away in fear I wish I had another chance All I could ever wish for Is one more chance To do all the things I wanted to do But was too afraid If I could have one more opportunity To get it right To be confident To show him what he means to me To be myself I wouldn't hesitate
“so he says it first, too soon, and too quickly you listen anyway bite down that thing you read somewhere about how those who love first are the first to go” 💔
“The hardest part about watching you leave is that you can.” I am so sad but so grateful to find someone who speaks my thoughts out loud like she does.
Damn that hit me
"This must be how the Atlantic feels when she tastes the Pacific..." beautiful.
Yo yasss
“...on a breath of wind.”
Beautiful
Nothing like slam poetry at midnight :')
Apoorva Srivastava ayee indeed!
Or 2 am
Nothing like Slam Poetry PERIOD!! Ive been a fan since the early 90's when I was blessed to go to my very first Slam Poetry reading!! Though I am no poet, its lead me to write down my own feelings. Hoping that some, day my descendants will read the words and know me through them.🙄🖤🙏🏽
It gets better at 2am, though I wouldn't recommend it, but that's insomnia.
Or 5am 😭
Here's a transcription! It took a while! But thats okay, because i love this so much. ❤
the one you love sits across from you at
breakfast.
maybe it's your sister, or your
father, or the one who holds you closer
than any other person.
between you is the coffee, or your cell phone, or The Atlantic Ocean, or a pillow covered in your mother's tears.
Or your self-esteem again.
You just calm down, you feel the
truth claw its way out of your throat.
"Pass the butter," you say, used to the part
where everyone asks how you are and you say "ok," and they believe it.
Your survivor's guilt makes you apologetic.
"I talk a lot, sorry,"
"I think too fast, sorry,"
"I count the exits in a room as
quickly as I count the exits in a
conversation, sorry."
you try to control it, but that morning anxiety ties your lover to the bed and says "let's play."
she brings all her friends.
the trembling legs,
the sweaty palms,
the indoor voice,
your relationship.
you've only officially been awake for 15 minutes,
and you've already imagined every scenario of things that could go wrong. on this day,
there are still 20 minutes left until your alarm rings, so you imagine everything that will go wrong tomorrow.
then it rings.
when he smiles, the war packs her things
and says "I'm leaving."
the ceiling isn't inches from your face,
the walls stop closing in,
and you're back in Paris under that starless sky, you think about kissing him,
but the Imam walked in dangling salvation from the tip of his prayer beads, saying things about how God speaks
softly, and carries a big stick,
as if his sermons weren't phallic
enough already.
Then your mom brings eternal damnation
into the picture,
and temperature rises.
you're not sure if it's his eyes, or hell.
Heaven, hell, and adolescent hormones are picking you apart.
in that order.
you feel like a lie in that red dress, but you kiss him anyway,
and for a moment you can breathe without a ticking time bomb on your oxygen tank.
you recognize the irony of a Muslim with a bomb metaphor,
and pray to God the CIA can't hear your
thoughts.
the city falls away around you,
the night air feels like a summer harvest. the CIA, the Imam, and your
mother convene in the corner.
the Bible starts looking at you funny.
You kiss him again and think,
you kiss him again and think this must be how the Atlantic feels
when she tastes the Pacific.
on a breath of wind. but fear climbs down on your throat.
So he says it first, too soon, and too
quickly.
you listen anyway.
Bite down that thing you read somewhere, about how those who love first are the first to go.
when he looks at you, forget everything, spend the next eternity making up for not
saying it first.
Carry him the way the Nile carries Lake Victoria.
hold him the way a traveler hangs on to the Northstar.
Love him the way the Dead Sea loves
Mount Everest, how they enveloped the
peaks and troughs of this planet.
Let his best days sink into your worst, your worst days, into his best, and make home of this.
Every grain, every drop of water, every
body of land makes you think of him,
and you're both from the desert so you can't help but think you spent your entire
life at his mercy.
When he leaves you,
it doesn't stop raining.
you're left drenched in the desert, something you prayed for,
but with nothing to save the water.
you start to wonder if the continents ever call for each other on the cold nights,
or if Venus ever reaches for Saturn, or if the moon ever wants to come home.
I tried to forget you.
Sunk all your memories in the river,
but the waves keep tossing them back.
I want to believe that I'll see you again,
but we don't live long where I'm from. Venus is weeping in my arms.
the hardest part about watching you leave, is that you can.
anxiety ties you to the bed, the war
unpacks her things.
Thank you)
Thanks !
Awesome, thank you!!!
Teeny tiny note - I think she is saying "troughs" in the part where she says "Love him the way the Dead Sea loves Mount Everest, how they enveloped the peaks and troughs of this planet..."
@@Leahrh i think you're right, I'll change it. Thanks!
You're welcome. I debated for like an hour before posting that cause I didn't want to sound like a dick 🤣 eventually I decided that if it was me, I'd want to know and that I need to NOT project my insecurities onto others. 💜
"I tried to forget you, but the waves keep tossing you back." This is a beautiful example of how our culture ties us to people who are not good for us, and we love them anyway.
Great poem, Emi.
"Anxiety ties you to the bed. The war unpacks her things."
Bruh these people are so brave to perform their most vulnerable thoughts in front of an audience.
Beautiful poem and beautiful delivery.
"The hardest part about watching you leave is that you can." .. currently going through a breakup, this line somehow gutted me and healed me in the same breath. ❤️
I am the exact same - currently recovering from a break up, this line spoke to my soul.
Same here
Whoever leaves a full text of the poem here is a saint
I hope someone will
I hope too
I just commented a full transcription!
@@rainliketheweather4086 on behalf of this comment section, we love you!
@@rainliketheweather4086 yeah we do love you
"i count the exits in a room as quickly as i count the exits in a conversation, sorry"
Her metaphors are perfect.
she talks beautifully
So beautiful... both her and her words. Her soul resonates through her poems... wow... what a bittersweet journey... lovely
"This must be how the pacific feels when she taste the atlantic on a breath of wind"
What a beautiful line♥️
"Those who love first are the first to go."
"The hardest part about watching you leave is that you can." Gets me everytime
"the hardest part of watching you leave, is that you can"
DAMN I FEEL IT
idk, everybody's enterpreting it differently than i did, which is really cool, but i digested this as one of those things that you write when you know you're not even supposed to think it. growing up muslim, you're taught to view love as sort of this far fetched thing, that when it does come, and it's a few years too early, it feels like sin, you know ? it's a beautiful religion, but it can feel so complex during the human experience, especially when you're so, so young, and i think she interpreted that so beautifully
Wow, this was heavy.
I wrote a love letter with a poem to my childhood sweetheart about a week ago. We haven't seen each other in over a decade but she responded and now we're planning a date together.
I don't think I've ever been this excited. She's the one for me. I know it.
AntonioKowatsch best wishes on your date 💜
@@cari78910 Thanks, I really appreciate it.
Well, we had the date yesterday and it was amazing. It lasted for 8 hours and we were both surprised how quickly the time passed. When we kissed I realized that she was indeed the one for me. It was electrifying. Like a scene straight out of a movie. In the back of my head, I was thinking _"and this is the part where the music would start playing"._
I have been in relationships before but none felt this genuine and intense.
In a way, she's too good for this world. And I told her that too.
She never got drunk in her life, and she didn't even know what memes were. I kid you not. I literally had to explain to her what memes were :'D .
But this is exactly why I'm so drawn to her. She's like a unicorn. If I hadn't seen her with my own eyes I would not believe she's real. Spending that time with her made me realize how much the world has corrupted me and that she would be a wonderful mother one day.
What a woman...
She even brought me a gift.
I finally know now what Bataille meant he talked about limit-experiences. This was one of them. I was happy and yet I wept. My body just couldn't handle it.
Such divine bliss.
Words fail me.
I’m happy for you! I hope you continue to enjoy each other!
@@AntonioKowatsch beautiful 🌺🌺
How have things gone with you and this childhood sweetheart of yours, Antonio, three years after?
"the Bible starts looking at you funny." oh the shame and purity culture of the Abrahamic faiths. so damn relatable.
I don't know, but I keep on hitting replay
Her voice is so soothing to listen to, also her smile is so pretty! Loved the poem btw!
“The hardest part about watching you leave is that you can” this. This sums it all up perfectly.
We loved each other so much
We were always there for each other
Through all of the good times
And all of the hard times
And there were hard times
But I stayed by his side no matter what
I stayed up till 4 in the morning
Just to make sure
That he would sleep soundly
Yet after all that I've done
He had an online girlfriend
For 4 months behind my back
What we had was special
But I regret so many things
I had so much anxiety around him
When we were younger...
I hid a lot of myself from him
I was so scared
I didnt want to look stupid
I wanted to look perfect
And I missed out on so many chances
There are so many things I wish I did
But was too scared to do it wrong
I didnt even try
There were so many opportunities
If I had that chance this time around
I would take it in a second
I would take that chance
I wouldn't lock myself away in fear
I wish I had another chance
All I could ever wish for
Is one more chance
To do all the things I wanted to do
But was too afraid
If I could have one more opportunity
To get it right
To be confident
To show him what he means to me
To be myself
I wouldn't hesitate
‘But I was scared to do it wrong’ I really felt that line. Did you write this because I love it well done
I love the word choice, stunning performance 💕
When he leaves you it doesn't stop raining, you're left drenched in the desert... something you prayed for but nothing to save the water...❤️
wait how in the universe can u just write a detailed poem about my current state. I mean its so on point i wanna make a monument for you.
I can listen to her voice my whole life.
If only I was half the writer that this legend is.
I love this woman. ❤
I love her voice so much
I’m so lucky to be born at the same time as this great writer.
Fuck. This is such a masterpiece.
No amount of appreciation is enough appreciation for this.
" The hardest par about watching you leave is that you can" why on earth are my eyes sweating???
“so he says it first, too soon, and too quickly
you listen anyway
bite down that thing you read somewhere about how those who love first are the first to go” 💔
"The hardest part about watching you leave is that you can."
I have no words:)
Such an eloquent speaker you are. Mesmerized!❣
I’m in love and it’s easier than you’d think but she’s amazing
oh my god…. this is beautiful, her voice is just everything 😢
this is beautiful, everything im feeling into words.
Is it just me or is her voice the prettiest thing
Wow this is stunning
Not sure if it’s his eyes or hell - that hit me in the feels 😭
the beauty of words.
Recommended at the right time as I am too trying to forget the one I fell in love with in the matter of 2 dates
Carry him the way the Nile carries Lake Victoria
I count the exits in a room... as fast as I count the exits in a conversation... (Speaks my life language)
That was breathtaking.
best poetry so far...keep up Emi Mahmoud
^"the hardest about watching you leave is that you can"
Im hooked 🧚♂️
Gosh, her voice is beautiful.
Clicked as soon as I saw Emi’s name
Your words are beautiful. Your speech is too.
My most favourite poem❣️
Omigod I'm bawling
this video is just too beautiful i cry 😭
And all I can say is 'Wow!'. ..
I love her voice and word choice so much. Listening to it, I can feel exactly as she does.
I love her voice and emotion
Both looking and listening to her is so comforting and satisfying . How beautiful 🌻💜
Beautiful
brought me to tears
Beautiful.. And beautifully delivered.. Touched 💕
This is so beautiful
"Venus is weeping in my arms" wow
This is beyond beautiful. Every word spoke to me. I loved this.
Ok. This is beautifully raw!💕
Your voice takes me home..
This is a magnificent piece of art ❤️
Ps She is so beautiful
The beauty of poem 😍
Thank you for this poem
This is indeed so beautiful
"I want to believe that I'll see you again, but we don't live long where I'm from"
HOLY CRAP. THIS IS AAMAZING.
best head dress I've seen in Ramadan on a stage
This is soo beautiful thank you
Love this woman.❤️
I love this one so much
Very nice
3:05 to 3:13
Amazing
Poetry is beautiful 😘😍
It really is!
Her smile though
wonderful
Damn this is SO Good!
AWESOME!!💕
Oh my heart ❣️
That was good. Greatness vis a vis.
“the hardest part about watching you leave is that you can” sheesh
This is beautiful ❤️
Just woow 💙
ahh this is so amazing
So beautiful 💗
Painfully beautiful 🌹
Exceptional
yezzzzzzzzz!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I forgot to breath so i can listen to her
Woww💥
This so goood... That's all I have to say.
She is very beautiful.
This 🥺🔥
Wow amazing. Left me speechless. So much beautiful content in one poem.