"Beauty is in the eye of anyone who sees what's missing, but can't stop pointing to what's still there." - A line that I'm gonna carry forever. Thank you for this poem.
Every time I sit on a bridge, thinking of jumping... I put you on. Because when I listen to your words over and over, I know I’m not alone and that someone so powerful, understands.
Andrea Gibson makes me cry in the best way, that good "oh my God someone feels this too" kind of cry. And i refuse to acknowledge how ugly my crying is.
I am sitting at my table, right now. Bawling. I watched your interview on Style like u, and felt such an immense feeling of gratitude and love. I felt alive and fearless for a moment. And went on with watching some videos of you, because you just make people feel good, you make people feel. And as I listen to this one and the description of this one, I am thrown right into this grief that I have been carrying around for over a year. I have been holding onto grudges and anger and sadness missing the person I thought would always be there. But within all of her rights, she ended our friendship and I have been busy trying to hate her. Now I understand I just have to really love her and let her go. I can chose to see what's still there, not what is missing. (And this is the longest TH-cam Comment I ever wrote and will ever write)
I've listened to this at least 6 times tonight......your definition of love is superb.......my heart is still pounding since the first time i listened to this hours ago........you are simply amazing....thank for sharing your gift
I feel like she may never read this, because why would someone who feels so much risk wandering into the ugly thicket of comments- but i wish we could send her these kinds of comments on the kind of days anyone who knows Gibson's poetry knows s/he suffers - cuz s/he's done more for peace and sobriety than any public figure :/
A part of my soul had dropped inside the abyss of darkness, a darkness of unforgiving black hole, after I lost Cohen..But then, Andrea, I found you.. You help me survive everyday..every moment my depression swallows me whole, I listen to u and comfort myself that butterflies will eventually win in this sky of spitfires.. Thank you..for ur graceful creation..
I could live by this piece of work for the rest of my life, I want to. The way Andrea manages to unravel all the knots in my head in less than 5 minutes and put me a warm blanket, smiling, is just pure magic. And this happens everytime I search for something new from her. Every single time?! Wow. God bless Andrea and her life and each and everyone in the world trying hard and give them enough wisdom and grace to try softer. With love from Pune, India.
You have described me, captured me, scribbled me in crayon! So thoroughly am I finally understood I resembled an emoji with large eyes filled with tears not yet shed; as I stand near a microwave pretending to cook tea uncertain of this emotion unearthed, “seen”.
OMG ANDREA … you read my mind and then made it poetry. From “try softer” which will be my intention for every day, to bring in heaven and refusing to call it heaven, and it isn’t heaven unless the person who treated me worst isn’t there. I just went through the worst friendship betrays, of my life so far (and I am 70) It was betrayal + gaslighting so it never happened or if it did I told her to, or I made it happen, or it happened but she made restitution or it never happened at all. And then, combined it with I believed somethung thst never happened, so she “lovingly” went to other people, concerned about my well being because I did break once before, after all. And then Loving Spirit showed me no w alike I am to her, how much I wanted to maim her spirit, and how near I need to be to Loving Spirit to be able to make her a video of gratitude for her gifts to me in friendship though I must say we are on a break for now. I did not know when I listened that the subject was grudge, and I am glad I didn’t, because I would have recoiled from the play button. You shoe me poetry is sacred and speaks while trying sifter. May you be … we’ll all of it, today.
Sorry for the typos, I cannot find edit button. Sort of like my life. But if there is one, feel free to tell me where it is, for both my post and for life. That would be helpful
This healed parts of me I didn't even realise that needed healing, and refocused my navigation. Thank you Andrea. (responsible for at least 100 listens over the past 3 weeks, for myself and others I've shared with)
The day this was posted I fell even more in love with your poetry Andrea. You’ve inspired me so much over the last five years. And this poem calms my soul. So thank you. I can’t wait to see you in person at your next poetry reading.
This is...the most beautiful thing I’ve ever connected with. You are incredible. Inspirational. Thank you for saving me. I hope you and Peanut are well.
I need to play this at 0.5 speed because the beauty is so intense it overwhelms me. So happy the book is out, it's on my Xmas wish list and can't wait to savour it and cry over it.
Oh Andrea, your poems always leave me speechless... So many incredible lines and sentiments wrapped up in this one, that others have quoted below... Blessings from over the pond
I think almost everyone tries hard to do good. And just finds out too late, they should have tried softer.
I've never in my whole life been level -headed But the older I get, The more level hearted. And I think we make gods who look like us for a reason. I think in spite of it all, we trust we could... Be believed in
When I don’t believe in myself, I try to remember I have walked on water like seven hundred times in Maine in the dead of winter
Where I come from you can drive a pickup truck from one side of the lake to the other, And people have an unusually large amount of missing teeth and fingers but you can still sell them whitening strips and wedding rings like crazy Because where I come from, Beauty is in the eye of anyone who sees what’s missing But can't stop pointing to what's still there. If there is no definition for love yet I think that’s a good one.
I'm writing this on a day you did me wrong I'm just a half second outside the furnace of my rage And I'm trying to focus the steeple of my attention On all the teeth you still have Instead of the ones I know you’d happily Knock out yourself If it would keep you from biting anyone again. And that’s how mistakes work if you're loving the right kind of people. And you are the right kind of people, You’ve walked on water so many times You know grace is slippery. Theres literally nothing anyone is more likely to fall from Some sound advice I give myself like twice a second, Wear knee pads on the way to your ego, Andrea Being right is boring. Rightness... comforts only the tiniest parts of us And when it comes to hearts I want always to be a size queen Because that’s how I found you- Lifting the spirits of everyone around you Like hot air balloons Just from the way you burn to be a better person today, than you’d been the day before Burning to be better is my favorite quality on anyone And you are on fire Like a gay men’s choir singing the half time show of a football game. I have been dancing in the end zone since the day You taught me How to break every promise I have made to my pain Taught me my wounds won't ever ever be bigger than I am Thank goodness for you Champion of the unkillable yes Dandelion, refusing to be picked for the bouquet
Five minutes into our first conversation, you knew I could take a punch better than I could take a compliment And you talked to me about that once, and bam I was angel gossip There were god rumors flying around my suddenly un-heavied head I love you, Because you’ve never had a mirror face Because the truth is nothing you could ever try to fake So Sometimes you look like a human scribble, Like a three-year-old has, Colored you in, like you got too many feelings to stay inside the lines of Your own skin, but that friend... That is the masterpiece I Love You Because we both showed up to kindness tryouts with notes from the school nurse That said we were too hurt to participate But we learned how wrong we were And weren't those the best days? When we learned how wrong we were And so got to grow into our goodness Throwing the peach pits of our old selves Into the garden to grow sweetness Sugar, I pick you To be the captain of my chosen family tree I pick you, to throw the party When I leave this world, knowing I'm gonna run death like a stop sign And keep going. Im going to pick you to finish all my half-written poems Even though you’re -terrible- at writing poetry I’d pick you to finish this one especially This list of compliments, You’d be a hypocrite Not to take, so take it, Before I remember, I’m mad at you asshole...butt wad, only human on the whole planet Who knows what I mean when I say god That I mean everyone Down here Who understands, That when I get to heaven I will refuse to call it heaven If who put me through hell isn’t there.
She has been to Berlin several times, I can really recommand it! Have been there three times and its always great. If you want to travel to Berlin for the next one and need a place to sleep, let me know :) I would love to finally have someone to go there with ;)
"like a three year old has colored you in. Like you've got too many feelings to stay inside the lines of your own skin"
that line was _amazing_
"Beauty is in the eye of anyone who sees what's missing, but can't stop pointing to what's still there."
- A line that I'm gonna carry forever.
Thank you for this poem.
3 years later. And I'm still coming back to this masterpiece...
Every time I sit on a bridge, thinking of jumping... I put you on. Because when I listen to your words over and over, I know I’m not alone and that someone so powerful, understands.
I understand.... ❤️
Once again you're leaving me speechless
Andrea Gibson makes me cry in the best way, that good "oh my God someone feels this too" kind of cry. And i refuse to acknowledge how ugly my crying is.
I am sitting at my table, right now. Bawling. I watched your interview on Style like u, and felt such an immense feeling of gratitude and love. I felt alive and fearless for a moment. And went on with watching some videos of you, because you just make people feel good, you make people feel. And as I listen to this one and the description of this one, I am thrown right into this grief that I have been carrying around for over a year. I have been holding onto grudges and anger and sadness missing the person I thought would always be there. But within all of her rights, she ended our friendship and I have been busy trying to hate her. Now I understand I just have to really love her and let her go. I can chose to see what's still there, not what is missing.
(And this is the longest TH-cam Comment I ever wrote and will ever write)
...when I get to heaven
I will refuse to call it heaven
If who put me through hell isn't there.
I've listened to this at least 6 times tonight......your definition of love is superb.......my heart is still pounding since the first time i listened to this hours ago........you are simply amazing....thank for sharing your gift
I feel like she may never read this, because why would someone who feels so much risk wandering into the ugly thicket of comments- but i wish we could send her these kinds of comments on the kind of days anyone who knows Gibson's poetry knows s/he suffers - cuz s/he's done more for peace and sobriety than any public figure :/
this was the warm word hug I needed
A part of my soul had dropped inside the abyss of darkness, a darkness of unforgiving black hole, after I lost Cohen..But then, Andrea, I found you.. You help me survive everyday..every moment my depression swallows me whole, I listen to u and comfort myself that butterflies will eventually win in this sky of spitfires..
Thank you..for ur graceful creation..
hope you doing good bud
I could live by this piece of work for the rest of my life, I want to.
The way Andrea manages to unravel all the knots in my head in less than 5 minutes and put me a warm blanket, smiling, is just pure magic. And this happens everytime I search for something new from her. Every single time?! Wow.
God bless Andrea and her life and each and everyone in the world trying hard and give them enough wisdom and grace to try softer.
With love from Pune, India.
"...like you got too many feelings to stay inside the lines of your own skin." Amen.
your words sound like a hug. thank you for sharing your warmth
This came at the perfect timing. It showed up to me right after a fight with the love of my life. Thank you
very intense love poem. thank you.
Came for music, stayed for the message, ty ❤
wow, extraordinary.
"When I get to heaven I will refuse to call it heaven, if who put me through hell isn't there"
What does this line mean tho.😭I don’t want to interpret it wrongly.
@@muhlemfikebhekiwethemba7293 she's saying heaven wouldn't be heaven without her......even though she put her through hell. Did I explain ok?
Just heard that line. I'm dead now.
You have described me, captured me, scribbled me in crayon! So thoroughly am I finally understood I resembled an emoji with large eyes filled with tears not yet shed; as I stand near a microwave pretending to cook tea uncertain of this emotion unearthed, “seen”.
thank you thank you thank you
OMG ANDREA … you read my mind and then made it poetry. From “try softer” which will be my intention for every day, to bring in heaven and refusing to call it heaven, and it isn’t heaven unless the person who treated me worst isn’t there. I just went through the worst friendship betrays, of my life so far (and I am 70) It was betrayal + gaslighting so it never happened or if it did I told her to, or I made it happen, or it happened but she made restitution or it never happened at all. And then, combined it with I believed somethung thst never happened, so she “lovingly” went to other people, concerned about my well being because I did break once before, after all. And then Loving Spirit showed me no w alike I am to her, how much I wanted to maim her spirit, and how near I need to be to Loving Spirit to be able to make her a video of gratitude for her gifts to me in friendship though I must say we are on a break for now. I did not know when I listened that the subject was grudge, and I am glad I didn’t, because I would have recoiled from the play button. You shoe me poetry is sacred and speaks while trying sifter. May you be … we’ll all of it, today.
Sorry for the typos, I cannot find edit button. Sort of like my life. But if there is one, feel free to tell me where it is, for both my post and for life. That would be helpful
Thank you. Just thank you.
A beautiful poem and a beautiful testament to your friendship with Buddy
Oh Andrea 💕
It's been worth the wait! AMAZING!
This healed parts of me I didn't even realise that needed healing, and refocused my navigation. Thank you Andrea.
(responsible for at least 100 listens over the past 3 weeks, for myself and others I've shared with)
I’m crying...
Love. Love. Love.
What a way to start 2021 by finding a new writer that I just fell in love with!
I needed this today. Thank you for sharing it.
This really touched me today. Thank you for the words you share with us
I would like to read this over and over again and let it sink in my soul…
G'Damn Andrea - the best writing I've heard in 2020. Keep it up!
i preformed your poem ashes in my theater class AND IT WAS SO AMAZING i look up to you so much😭
Thank you.
♡♡♡
The day this was posted I fell even more in love with your poetry Andrea. You’ve inspired me so much over the last five years. And this poem calms my soul. So thank you. I can’t wait to see you in person at your next poetry reading.
“so sometimes you look like a human scribble” 😭😭😭😭 hit me in the feels
thank you thank you thank you thank you
the poem is as phenomenal as my grandmother's hands clasped on my own. Thank you, Andrea Gibson. *I love you for this.*
I'm ugly crying and it only feels more liberating every time I hear this over.
Thank you so much 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Beautiful
❤️❤️❤️
Andrea bending our soul with his words like trees dancing to the wind.
That's the Pronoun or....
Dr. Mr. Mrs.
💗💗💗💗
Your words! Are healing! And you have a certain way to express the depth behind love, and pain like no other!
This is...the most beautiful thing I’ve ever connected with. You are incredible. Inspirational. Thank you for saving me. I hope you and Peanut are well.
I need to play this at 0.5 speed because the beauty is so intense it overwhelms me. So happy the book is out, it's on my Xmas wish list and can't wait to savour it and cry over it.
🔥🔥🔥
Every poem from Andrea has a place in my soul. Every word so thoughtful and soft. Thank you for this poem.
Every single time. A masterpiece.
This piece is so beautiful.
So... incredibly... great !!!
This affected me like no other poem I have ever heard in my years on this planet. Love is such a complicated thing I think you express it so well.
Thank you for choosing to live, to wait, to come into my life as an angel ❤️
Why do i love everything from Andrea sooo much 😭😭😭😭
Beautiful. Tears that are not sad are so real. You have me seeing all tears. Thank you. Wow.
Oh Andrea, your poems always leave me speechless... So many incredible lines and sentiments wrapped up in this one, that others have quoted below... Blessings from over the pond
Jesus this is so good, I am crying
💓💓💓💓💓
Thank you.. really loved this
Thank you so much for writing all of these beautiful poems. You’ve changed my life.
This is perfection
As always you made me cry and inspired me so much god.
Just wow. Exactly what I needed.
I think almost everyone tries hard to do good.
And just finds out too late,
they should have tried softer.
I've never in my whole life been level -headed
But the older I get,
The more level hearted.
And I
think we make gods who look like us for a reason.
I think in spite of it all, we trust we could...
Be believed in
When I don’t believe in myself, I try to remember I have walked on water like seven hundred times
in Maine in the dead of winter
Where I come from you can drive a pickup truck from one side of the lake to the other,
And people have an unusually large amount of missing teeth and fingers
but you can still sell them whitening strips and wedding rings like crazy
Because where I come from,
Beauty is in the eye of anyone who sees what’s missing
But can't stop pointing to what's still there.
If there is no definition for love yet
I think that’s a good one.
I'm writing this on a day you did me wrong
I'm just a half second outside the furnace of my rage
And I'm trying to focus the steeple of my attention
On all the teeth you still have
Instead of the ones I know you’d happily
Knock out yourself
If it would keep you from biting anyone again.
And that’s how mistakes work if you're loving the right kind of people.
And you are the right kind of people,
You’ve walked on water so many times
You know grace is slippery.
Theres literally nothing anyone is more likely to fall from
Some sound advice I give myself like twice a second,
Wear knee pads on the way to your ego, Andrea
Being right is boring.
Rightness... comforts only the tiniest parts of us
And when it comes to hearts
I want always to be a size queen
Because that’s how I found you-
Lifting the spirits of everyone around you
Like hot air balloons
Just from the way you burn to be a better person today, than you’d been the day before
Burning to be better is my favorite quality on anyone
And you are on fire
Like a gay men’s choir singing the half time show of a football game.
I have been dancing in the end zone since the day
You taught me
How to break every promise I have made to my pain
Taught me my wounds won't ever ever be bigger than I am
Thank goodness for you
Champion of the unkillable yes
Dandelion, refusing to be picked for the bouquet
Five minutes into our first conversation, you knew
I could take a punch better than I could take a compliment
And you talked to me about that once, and bam
I was angel gossip
There were god rumors flying around my suddenly un-heavied head
I love you,
Because you’ve never had a mirror face
Because the truth is nothing you could ever try to fake
So Sometimes you look like a human scribble,
Like a three-year-old has,
Colored you in,
like you got too many feelings to stay inside the lines of
Your own skin, but that friend...
That is the masterpiece I Love You
Because we both showed up to kindness tryouts with notes from the school nurse
That said we were too hurt to participate
But we learned how wrong we were
And weren't those the best days?
When we learned how
wrong we were
And so got to grow into our goodness
Throwing the peach pits of our old selves
Into the garden to grow sweetness
Sugar, I pick you
To be the captain of my chosen family tree
I pick you, to throw the party
When I leave this world, knowing
I'm gonna run death like a stop sign
And keep going.
Im going to pick you to finish all my half-written poems
Even though you’re -terrible- at writing poetry
I’d pick you to finish this one especially
This list of compliments,
You’d be a hypocrite
Not to take, so take it,
Before I remember,
I’m mad at you asshole...butt wad,
only human on the whole planet
Who knows what I mean when I say god
That I mean everyone
Down here
Who understands,
That when I get to heaven
I will refuse to call it heaven
If who put me through hell isn’t there.
OMG. I LOVE YOU ❤️
I love this and everything you write. I've memorized quite a few.
ooooooooooh boy wow. I'm speechless. truly. Thank you.
This is incredible art. Thank you for publishing it for us all to share.
this is really beautiful Andrea, i love how you can put everything you feel in words..
Oh my....
As always - you wrote an beautiful poem.
Still hoping that one day you will come to Germany
She has been to Berlin several times, I can really recommand it! Have been there three times and its always great. If you want to travel to Berlin for the next one and need a place to sleep, let me know :) I would love to finally have someone to go there with ;)
❤
This is ah-maze-ingggg
wow
Omg 😭
I love this!!! :) xoxoxo
Love you
Maybe I love the humanity I feel in you, how my heart connects to what you share
How many times will it take to type "W.O.W" to fill up the comments section just to get across my love for that last line??????????
😭😭😭😭😭
Being right is boring
He is lucky to have you..and the few teeth he has left
lol lol size queen for hearts
🥹
❤🎉😢😂❤
Lots of recycled phrases and concepts. Still beautiful but hoping for more
@lavenderxlovely