I’ve heard this poem before accompanied by JP Cooper’s beautiful singing voice and guitar and it’s so interesting to see her recite this poem in a way that is different from the last. In the first, she was crying and emotional and in this recitation, it’s more as if she’s nostalgic or reminiscing about something or someone. Either way, this is one of my favorite poems ❤️
I love that this poem can be interpreted as a sweet love poem, or much, much darker... almost as if she’s pining for her death and the death of her love, so they can be together... forever.
"There will come a day When the fear of death will be the favorite joke Passed amongst corpses, And they are already laughing. My love, please don't be afraid, But there will come a day When field mice play in our empty sockets, When our bones become homes for living creatures Other than our egos, And when time will jostle our skeletons Out of the composition that is me, And you, And will write with us love letters That spell, 'I-O-U eternity.' If we believe in life after death, Then I often wonder why we assume the dead like coffins, When people were never meant to live in boxes. So I pray our children will have the good sense To leave us a little wriggle room, Leave us exposed Like stray dogs in a thunderstorm. And I'll hear the breeze, and not know it as the breeze. I'll feel the rain, and not know it as the rain. I'll behold the sky and not know it as the sky. Instead, I will hear the breeze and think it is your laugh Returned to the hearth of my ear. And I will feel the rain, and think it is the pinprick of your kiss, And when the rain is tender, I will know something has softened you, And when it is violent, I will know something has shaken you, And in this newfound understanding, Without eyes, or ears, or hands, or even lips Our bare bones will make love in the dirt Never knowing our nakedness. Imagine, imagine a rough wind Cursing through a calligraphy of weeds. In our disrepair, we have grown gardens of ourselves. Sprouts of curious grass shooting from our eye sockets, Our knuckles, hard, smooth skipping stones Meant for child's play, And the devilish sun picking its way through your missing teeth, And neither one of us can keep from smiling these days. And the days go unnoticed, And the nights go unslept, And we talk, we talk with our souls Through the holes in our ribs Where our organs once sat. Imagine, imagine your skull and mine Both reduced to grins, Both washed clean of our skins, and our sins, Growing young again. Forgetting why we ever wrinkled Or why we ever furrowed our brow with the plow of anger Become dust with me, my love Insignificant, and everywhere For I will love you Even after your marrow has become a whisper And your bones nothing but the snickering of gravel Let us soak in the spaces our shadows leave behind Your skeleton laced with mine I will tie your soul to my ankle And know what it is like to step into a dream And you, you will try on my backbone And see how bad it hurt the day You said you were calling it quits I don't remember why you left Or why you came back I don't know how many years have passed Not really sure that years pass at all All I know is, the rain falls, you kiss me like a rainfall The sun, it bleaches us clear And every day is a romance So all this to say, we are already laughing. There is a wedding of pebbles and earthworms waiting. When our tuxedo skeletons no longer fit, There is space for our faces to lie Planted beside each other Forever smiling There exists a place where we can still be in love, I know it does, There exists a place where we can be still And in love, Just two gentle skulls."
The strivers row reading was my favorite version. I love this one too it has a different flavor than the other one though. Each was great in its own right.
We hold right to a life guaranteed to end. The eternal journal of destiny is where the exit of the World is the Universe really beginning. I really liked that poem.
i choose to live in the afterlife after this life of pain where these stray dogs and cats rain down on these lands the rivers flow on whither or not we float on or fight the currents of this time you speak of i choose to live after this life, not because i should but because i must live on after god touched or not i will not be your angel
"our bones will become homes for living creatures other than our egos"
thank you
"there exists a place where we can be still, and in love." just beautiful!
I’ve heard this poem before accompanied by JP Cooper’s beautiful singing voice and guitar and it’s so interesting to see her recite this poem in a way that is different from the last. In the first, she was crying and emotional and in this recitation, it’s more as if she’s nostalgic or reminiscing about something or someone. Either way, this is one of my favorite poems ❤️
she is definitely one of my favorite poets 💙
"become dust with me, my love"
Insignificant and everywhere
I love that this poem can be interpreted as a sweet love poem, or much, much darker... almost as if she’s pining for her death and the death of her love, so they can be together... forever.
i was captivated from the first line. thank you for this, i don't think a poem has hit me this hard in a long time
Oh my God I love her
Do I have to say how amazing she is or can here passion, dedication and the dripping emotion from her words say it for themselves?
This has been my favorite poem from her for forever. It speaks to me on such a level beyond comprehension. I love her
This is the most beautiful depiction of love that I have ever been blessed with.
..Speechless. Just SO good
"There will come a day
When the fear of death will be the favorite joke
Passed amongst corpses,
And they are already laughing.
My love, please don't be afraid,
But there will come a day
When field mice play in our empty sockets,
When our bones become homes for living creatures
Other than our egos,
And when time will jostle our skeletons
Out of the composition that is me,
And you,
And will write with us love letters
That spell, 'I-O-U eternity.'
If we believe in life after death,
Then I often wonder why we assume the dead like coffins,
When people were never meant to live in boxes.
So I pray our children will have the good sense
To leave us a little wriggle room,
Leave us exposed
Like stray dogs in a thunderstorm.
And I'll hear the breeze, and not know it as the breeze.
I'll feel the rain, and not know it as the rain.
I'll behold the sky and not know it as the sky.
Instead, I will hear the breeze and think it is your laugh
Returned to the hearth of my ear.
And I will feel the rain, and think it is the pinprick of your kiss,
And when the rain is tender,
I will know something has softened you,
And when it is violent,
I will know something has shaken you,
And in this newfound understanding,
Without eyes, or ears, or hands, or even lips
Our bare bones will make love in the dirt
Never knowing our nakedness.
Imagine, imagine a rough wind
Cursing through a calligraphy of weeds.
In our disrepair, we have grown gardens of ourselves.
Sprouts of curious grass shooting from our eye sockets,
Our knuckles, hard, smooth skipping stones
Meant for child's play,
And the devilish sun picking its way through your missing teeth,
And neither one of us can keep from smiling these days.
And the days go unnoticed,
And the nights go unslept,
And we talk, we talk with our souls
Through the holes in our ribs
Where our organs once sat.
Imagine, imagine your skull and mine
Both reduced to grins,
Both washed clean of our skins, and our sins,
Growing young again.
Forgetting why we ever wrinkled
Or why we ever furrowed our brow with the plow of anger
Become dust with me, my love
Insignificant, and everywhere
For I will love you
Even after your marrow has become a whisper
And your bones nothing but the snickering of gravel
Let us soak in the spaces our shadows leave behind
Your skeleton laced with mine
I will tie your soul to my ankle
And know what it is like to step into a dream
And you, you will try on my backbone
And see how bad it hurt the day
You said you were calling it quits
I don't remember why you left
Or why you came back
I don't know how many years have passed
Not really sure that years pass at all
All I know is, the rain falls, you kiss me like a rainfall
The sun, it bleaches us clear
And every day is a romance
So all this to say, we are already laughing.
There is a wedding of pebbles and earthworms waiting.
When our tuxedo skeletons no longer fit,
There is space for our faces to lie
Planted beside each other
Forever smiling
There exists a place where we can still be in love,
I know it does,
There exists a place where we can be still
And in love,
Just two gentle skulls."
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Cc
@Bill Barret It really is, gives me chills every time
If only i can write lyrics like this smh
Chills the entire time, wow
Every time she recites this it feels like a new experience. I cry. “Become dust with me insignificant and everywhere”
She mixed all her spoken word’s together 😍❤️😓😞
Love it. As a spoken word NEW TH-camR, this is definitely giving me ideas. Felt it!
So glad!
Amazing. One of my favorite performances both to watch and listen to.
long story short I'm crying and this is now my favorite poem
She looks like if Rihanna and Sabrina Benaim had a baby
Ari Lohr AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AJDJKAXNMANXA
Ari Lohr OH MY GOD YOURE RIGHT 😍
The strivers row reading was my favorite version. I love this one too it has a different flavor than the other one though. Each was great in its own right.
My fav from her ❤️
WOW this was incredible !
this is so beautiful
This is still so beautiful, but there is SO much more emotion in the “original” one w JP! I’m glad you’re here Alysia, I’ve missed your poetry.
Just holy fuck man she always gives me chills
Maybe my new favorite poem on this entire channel!
So moving, wow!!
I love the poem, but I don't thing anything is better than the original. The combination of music and poetry was awesome.
I performed this in high school & I plan to do it again at my wedding
Still one of my fave 🌻❤️
I love this
Amazing as always.
We hold right to a life guaranteed to end. The eternal journal of destiny is where the exit of the World is the Universe really beginning. I really liked that poem.
How and why the crowd didn't go nuts forever awes me
This is so gorgeous
god this is SO beautiful... i adore this so much
I'm actually weeping.
This is absolutely beautiful💕
This was one of my first favorites from i love when she did this with jp cooper
Beautiful
I think awesome done risen to a whole another level. Epitome!
This is absolutely AMAZING ✊🏾
Beautiful!
Why am I crying?! 😭❤️
Great poem i loved it
This is so beautiful.
Wow, awesome poem!
A death that is not loneliness... beautiful...
best one yet.
OH I LOVE THIS WITH ALL MY HEART ❤️
Holy poptarts.. she is magic
This was so good I can’t put it into words
This hits something deep....
*Become dust with me*
And the death said: I never left. Still here. ... waiting.
Woooow!
It's like she's making love to her words ......beautiful
woah.
💚
Wow. She's good
She really is
i choose to live in the afterlife
after this life of pain
where these stray dogs and cats rain down
on these lands the rivers flow on whither or not
we float on or fight the currents of this time you speak of
i choose to live after this life, not because i should
but because i must live on after
god touched or not i will not be your angel
After watching this I realized some dust had entered my eyes cause they were dripping.
This positive nihilism is what I live for
could someone explain to me more what this is about
We’re is she?????? I wonna follow her channel I love her work✊🏽✊🏽✊🏽
📈
my first poem is feeling.krity
Wow only 84 views I’m early
who’s cutting onions?
from the first line.... dude
വരും വരെ മറന്നോ...