"These dry autumn breezes, the stories they hold, I've got my reasons for feeling so old. My bodies aching for warmer days, it's not only the seasons that change, when I want them to stay." ^Man I love this.
no human is flawless. andrea actually has a poem about how one of their exes thought they were picking up a knife to kill her. the poem is called "July 13, 2013".
i stumbled upon this....and afterwards, sat staring silently, my eyes glossy...so deeply moved. I was not expecting this poem to find me, but it did. And for that I am grateful.
These dry autumn breezes the stories they hold And I've got my reasons for feeling so old it's not only the seasons that change when I want them to stay
The winter I told you I think icicles are magic You stole an enormous icicle from a neighbor's shingle and gave it to me as a gift I kept it in my freezer for seven months Until the day I hurt my foot I needed something to reduce the swelling Love Isn't always magic Sometimes it's just Melting Or it's black and blue Where it hurts the most Last night I saw your ghost Pedaling a bicycle with a basket Towards a moon as full as my heavy head And I wanted nothing more Than to be sitting in that basket Like ET With my glowing heart glowing right through my chest And my glowing finger Pointing in the direction of our home Two years ago I said I never want to write our break up poem You built me a time capsule full of big league chew And promised To never burst my bubble I loved you From our first date at the batting cages When I missed 23 balls in a row And you looked at me Like I was a home run in the ninth inning of the world series Now every time I hear the word love I think going going The first week you were gone I kept seeing your hand wave goodbye Like a windshield wiper in a flooding car And the last real moment I believed the hurricane would let me out alive Yesterday I carved your name into the surface of an ice cube Then held it against my heart 'til it melted into my aching pores Today I cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door And asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar I told them I left my sweet tooth in your belly button Love Isn't always magic But if I offered my life to the magician If I told her to cut me in half So tonight I could come to you whole And ask for you back Would you listen For this dark alley love song For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies I wrote too many poems In a language I did not yet know how to speak But I know now It doesn't matter how well I say grace if I am sitting at a table where I am offering no bread to eat So this is my wheat field You can have every acre, love This is my garden song This is my fist fight With that bitter frost Tonight I begged another stage light To become that back alley street lamp that we danced beneath The night your warm mouth fell on my timid cheek As I sang Maybe I need you Off key But in tune Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea Maybe I didn't even know I was here 'til I saw you holding me Give me one room to come home to Give me the palm of your hand Every strand of my hair is a kite string And I have been blue in the face with your sky Crying a flood over Iowa So your mother will wake to Venice Lover, I smashed my glass slipper To build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chest Now my heart Is a pressed flower And a tattered Bible It is the one verse you can trust So I'm putting all of my words in the collection plate I am setting the table with bread and grace My knees are bent Like the corner of a page I am saving your place
I've heard this yesterday, & I think I repeated it over 20 times... It touches me every time she says "maybe I need you" with that shiver in her voice... God, love... isn't always magic..
I love her voice in this, I love the passion, and honestly, this poem made me cry. Andrea Gibson already means so much to me. She's my ex's favorite poet. We went to see Andrea perform live at our dream college for our first date. I remember both me and her crying at all the same poems, I Do being my favorite. I loved that girl like no other and she made me to love Andrea Gibson. But I can really resonate with this poem since it's exactly everything I wanted to say to my ex.
I keep trying to decide which of her poems I love the most and have come to the consensus that it is impossible, she is just too amazing. I am in love with her.
Some just want to experience love, but it's not always rainbows and butterflies. It is sometimes hurt and sadness, and when done wrong leaves you broken and damage. Insane and alone. Some "love" for all the wrong reasons, to fill up a whole..does are the ones that love poorly and end up hurting others the most. If you are ok with the possibility of experiencing all these risk and more that come with finding love or even worse, you being the one to cause to another what Andrea has put in words, dive in. Just someone whose experience the good and bad from love.
+Naomi Mendez Yes. Even so, even when they leave and when you can't see any wound but it still hurts like nothing has ever hurt you before. Even when you spend years of slow, painful and incomplete recovery. Even when you're possibly changed for life and will never see your next relationships with the same sweet innocent eyes. Even after all this, it is still worth experiencing that kind of love at least once in your life. It's like Musset wrote : "Life is a sleep, love is a dream ; and you have lived if you have loved."
"These dry autumn breezes...the stories they hold...I've got my reasons for feeling so old. My body is aching for warmer days...it's not only the seasons that change when I want them to stay." So touching..
her work makes me so full of love it hurts. she makes me so full of love that I have to put myself to sleep so my lover doesn't drown as I quietly weep.
i fucking love you. from your voice to your tempo to the watercolor of words she speaks out of her mouth. she is the little voice inside my head. she is my mothers voice when i've came out of a coma. I LOVE YOU ANDREA
I love to listen to poetry and she truly delivers her message with her gift to speak the words without hesitation, it doesn't matter what the subject is, I hear it and sometimes I smile and sometimes I cry because each time I hear her she wakes me from inside and I know I'm fine being me.
I still come back to this. years later. it always touches me.
She writes and speaks about love as if she invented it
The most beautiful and accurate description ever
Today I cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.
"These dry autumn breezes, the stories they hold, I've got my reasons for feeling so old. My bodies aching for warmer days, it's not only the seasons that change, when I want them to stay."
^Man I love this.
who breaks up with this flawless human?
no human is flawless. andrea actually has a poem about how one of their exes thought they were picking up a knife to kill her. the poem is called "July 13, 2013".
i stumbled upon this....and afterwards, sat staring silently, my eyes glossy...so deeply moved. I was not expecting this poem to find me, but it did. And for that I am grateful.
This is how you read out a poem. no unnecessary pathos. Real and hurting hard. Very good. Very good.
These dry autumn breezes
the stories they hold
And I've got my reasons
for feeling so old
it's not only the seasons that change when I want them to stay
Makes my heart pound and tears stream every time.... Years later
If this doesn't hurt you, then I don't know what will.
I come here when I want to feel something real 🖤
I have loved this poem since the day it first came out. 14 years! ❤
i cry every time i listen to this just hits that spot
The winter I told you I think icicles are magic
You stole an enormous icicle from a neighbor's shingle
and gave it to me as a gift
I kept it in my freezer for seven months
Until the day I hurt my foot
I needed something to reduce the swelling
Love
Isn't always magic
Sometimes it's just
Melting
Or it's black and blue
Where it hurts the most
Last night I saw your ghost
Pedaling a bicycle with a basket
Towards a moon as full as my heavy head
And I wanted nothing more
Than to be sitting in that basket
Like ET
With my glowing heart glowing right through my chest
And my glowing finger
Pointing in the direction of our home
Two years ago I said
I never want to write our break up poem
You built me a time capsule full of big league chew
And promised
To never burst my bubble
I loved you
From our first date at the batting cages
When I missed 23 balls in a row
And you looked at me
Like I was a home run in the ninth inning of the world series
Now every time I hear the word love
I think going going
The first week you were gone
I kept seeing your hand wave goodbye
Like a windshield wiper in a flooding car
And the last real moment I believed the hurricane would let me out alive
Yesterday
I carved your name into the surface of an ice cube
Then held it against my heart 'til it melted into my aching pores
Today I cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door
And asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar
I told them I left my sweet tooth in your belly button
Love
Isn't always magic
But if I offered my life to the magician
If I told her to cut me in half
So tonight I could come to you whole
And ask for you back
Would you listen
For this dark alley love song
For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies
I wrote too many poems
In a language I did not yet know how to speak
But I know now
It doesn't matter how well I say grace
if I am sitting at a table where I am offering no bread to eat
So this is my wheat field
You can have every acre, love
This is my garden song
This is my fist fight
With that bitter frost
Tonight
I begged another stage light
To become that back alley street lamp that we danced beneath
The night your warm mouth fell on my timid cheek
As I sang
Maybe I need you
Off key
But in tune
Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea
Maybe I didn't even know I was here 'til I saw you holding me
Give me one room to come home to
Give me the palm of your hand
Every strand of my hair is a kite string
And I have been blue in the face with your sky
Crying a flood over Iowa
So your mother will wake to Venice
Lover, I smashed my glass slipper
To build a stained glass window for every wall inside my chest
Now my heart
Is a pressed flower
And a tattered Bible
It is the one verse you can trust
So I'm putting all of my words in the collection plate
I am setting the table with bread and grace
My knees are bent
Like the corner of a page
I am saving your place
Love isn't always magic, sometimes it's just...melting.
Never gets old. Still hurts. :'(
I've heard this yesterday, & I think I repeated it over 20 times... It touches me every time she says "maybe I need you" with that shiver in her voice... God, love... isn't always magic..
she was so deep, i couldn't see her at one point
I love her voice in this, I love the passion, and honestly, this poem made me cry. Andrea Gibson already means so much to me. She's my ex's favorite poet. We went to see Andrea perform live at our dream college for our first date. I remember both me and her crying at all the same poems, I Do being my favorite. I loved that girl like no other and she made me to love Andrea Gibson. But I can really resonate with this poem since it's exactly everything I wanted to say to my ex.
the memory of us brings me here tonight wishing i could read to you this poem, to tell you i love you and always will.
I can feel her heart, I am moved by her words. I love it.
i LOVE her. Her words are so powerful.
fricking magician making words sound so damn pretty
I can't tell you how many times I've listened/cried to this.
I want to be Andrea Gibson when I grow up
Maybe you should just aim to be the best version of you.
Andrea Gibson speaks the truth. Every word that comes from her mouth is so said so passionately that I can feel her emotions through y own body
I keep trying to decide which of her poems I love the most and have come to the consensus that it is impossible, she is just too amazing. I am in love with her.
Such power in her words
i first saw this december 2011 and it made me bawl. i still come back to it.
That was incredibly beautiful and unexepcted
This will always be one of my favorite poems
There are absolutely NO words for this... wow.
All I can think of while listening to this poem is, maybe, just maybe, what I need-what we all need- are more people like you.
beautiful. "Love isn;t always magic, sometimes it's just... melting"
Wow. I love this
This one still makes me cry. Every. Single. Time. Your words... are beautiful.
Wow. I am so glad I found this video and Andrea in general. Beautiful. In every sense of the word...
Honestly, she is an anthem...
Gorgeous....!
i cried....... like sobbing cried.. she touched my soul.
I just keep watching this over and over and over and over. so much beauty in such real pain
She's spectacular. My favorite poem of hers!
Absolutely loved this!
I just adore this!
I am so in love with her work. It literally leaves me breathless, wanting more. You feel exactly what she is talking about.
so beautiful!!!!
she is so wonderful
The shake in her voice hits my heart
love the poetry of her words - wonderful
just...wow, i'm blown away. this lady is more than wonderful. :D
This poem still gets me when I listen to it, several years later.
never gets old
Andrea you speak the words that were choked out of me
I get to see and meet Andrea on Saturday! So excited!!
She gives me chills.
this is absolutely beautiful
How do you say how good this was, people should speak like this more often, from the heart.
She's amazing!
can´t believe I had never heard of her until today. God her words and her passionate voice move me so much.
I don't have words that could accurately describe the greatness of this piece. Color me in love.
I come back to this poem every year and every break up...... it touches the very bottom of my heart
Andrea Gibson....you words are heavensent :')
I can't even.... I cry every time.
I cried.. this was magnificent.
All time favorite ❤
This is amazing and beautiful.
That was heart breaking and beautiful. I would give anything in the world to feel as deeply and strongly as she does for another person.
Careful what you wish for ... it's utter madness, it swallows you whole ... and when they leave ...
Some just want to experience love, but it's not always rainbows and butterflies. It is sometimes hurt and sadness, and when done wrong leaves you broken and damage. Insane and alone.
Some "love" for all the wrong reasons, to fill up a whole..does are the ones that love poorly and end up hurting others the most. If you are ok with the possibility of experiencing all these risk and more that come with finding love or even worse, you being the one to cause to another what Andrea has put in words, dive in.
Just someone whose experience the good and bad from love.
+Naomi Mendez Yes. Even so, even when they leave and when you can't see any wound but it still hurts like nothing has ever hurt you before. Even when you spend years of slow, painful and incomplete recovery. Even when you're possibly changed for life and will never see your next relationships with the same sweet innocent eyes. Even after all this, it is still worth experiencing that kind of love at least once in your life. It's like Musset wrote : "Life is a sleep, love is a dream ; and you have lived if you have loved."
This is such an unbelieveably amazing piece, seriously impressed with how talented she is, beautiful
that is so beautiful, she always knows how to make me cry
Man, her voice is so soothing. Love it to pieces.
Andrea Gibson is incredible!
this is magical.
omg you're my new favorite poet! you're amazing!
"These dry autumn breezes...the stories they hold...I've got my reasons for feeling so old. My body is aching for warmer days...it's not only the seasons that change when I want them to stay." So touching..
this makes me feel so many feels
This is just the best ever. Amazing!
incredible, absolutely.
Tears flowing
beautiful.
her work makes me so full of love it hurts.
she makes me so full of love that I have to put myself to sleep so my lover doesn't drown as I quietly weep.
I just saw her tonight in nyc. She was unbelievably amazing. Wow...
nothing has ever made me tear up so instantly and uncontrollably. so beautiful.
i fucking love you. from your voice to your tempo to the watercolor of words she speaks out of her mouth. she is the little voice inside my head. she is my mothers voice when i've came out of a coma. I LOVE YOU ANDREA
Oh my God 😢♥️ You are a gift
I could never do this without breaking down and crying.
This is so beautiful, I cried the first time I watched
This lady could make anyone believe in love with her words.
God damn. This is beautiful.
incredibly beautiful...
Thank you for existing ! You're writing from the buttom of my heart with the words I don't have...
i absolutely love this damn poem!!!!
I cannot listen to any of her poems without bursting into tears.
I love to listen to poetry and she truly delivers her message with her gift to speak the words without hesitation, it doesn't matter what the subject is, I hear it and sometimes I smile and sometimes I cry because each time I hear her she wakes me from inside and I know I'm fine being me.
I'm in tears.
yeah this is amazing, i need her albums
This is a beautiful poem. Andrea is amazing. She just touches my heart, breaks it, and then mends it in one fell swoop.
SHE SO AMAZING I LOVE THE WAY SHE TELLS A STORY ITS SO BEAUTIFUL TRULY ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IN MY LIFE IS BEING ABLE TO HEAR THESE WORDS EVERYDAY
I absolutely love this poem...it's BEAUTIFUL, there's nothing more to say.
that was beautiful dude, just beautiful.
Wow.. really touching and heck beautiful!
I am sitting here bawling my eyes out. Every word she spoke is amazing and exactly how I feel right now.
Obsessed!