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 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
"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.
Maybe I Need You “ Maybe I Need You The winter I told you I think icicles are magic, you stole an enormous icicle from a neighbors 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 and 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 pedalling 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 in 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 chest ‘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 you 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 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 you mother can 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 your 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 ”
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 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.
Does anyone know where this musician's music can be found? I think it's a lovely song with an especially lovely poem and I want to hear more of Robin's music.
i dont know how i would get through this breakup without her poems , she makes me feel like im not alone , and that i can be strong , and its okay to cry
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..
"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..
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."
The first week you are gone, I kept seeing your hands waving goodbye. Like a windshield wiper in a flooding car in the last real moments I believed the hurricane would let me out alive.
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.
I absolutely love this woman. Her poems give me gooesbumps, the way she words things. The intricate ways that she lets herself get lost in her words makes me lose myself in her words.
The word "hate" is literally used in BrideBlissful's comment. Homophobia is, in my opinion, a form of hate. She is using "dyke" in a derogatory way making her comment hateful, more than that, unnecessary. Hundreds of thousands of women of all sexuality types share the name Andrea, and nearly any other name for that matter, making her hate so incredibly futile it's pathetic. It is a waste of her energy to express any feelings such as hers because it will only make her a bitter person.
"What kind of supporter you think you are". Implying something? Just because someone finds something offensive does not mean everyone else needs to walk on eggshells or censor themselves. If you would like to give someone that kind of power over you by being offended by a word, a word that was probably typed without any real meaning behind it and was instead put down by someone looking for a reaction, you feel free. I never said she was being constructive, I was making the statement in general.
And let me ask you why. Tell me why you choose to hate somebody because they choose to love somebody else the only way that feels right to them. Why you hate somebody because they were born a certain way and chose to be happy instead of hiding who they are. Lay down your arguments and let us discuss them. If you have valid reasons then I will listen and you need not be afraid of telling your reasons to me. But if your reasons are full of falsities then be warned that I shall wish to say as much.
She has created art. She is spreading beauty through the world with her words. She is painting pictures of things that we could only dream of in our minds. She is passionate, she is real, she is spilling her heart on the stage. She is doing more than you have probably done in all of your years. So tell me, what have you created, besides hate? What have you given to this world, besides more ugliness. I don't see you spreading beauty, I see you spreading your hate. And that is not welcome here.
Shit. I'm jealous of my cousin. He's actually been available permanently. But, he's made a swimwear model to state to him she has fallen deeply in love with him in under a month. Just how is that thinkable? He explained to me he tried the Cupid Love System (Google it!) I wish someone wonderful told me that... I've never seen him so happy. Kinda makes me sick.
I completely agree with you. I'm from Australia and a lot of businesses get special bonuses and shit if they employ aboriginals instead of non-indigenous Australians. There are plenty of cases where someone will be picked for a job so that businesses can receive these grants.
some poets use raw pain or anger to draw you in. some poets use a simple truth that needs to be said to make you listen. some poets talk in metaphor just because it sounds like a butterfly. but some how this poet was everything even a butterfly couldnt compare to these words.
Honestly, I believe out of every spoken word poet I am currently aware of, she would be on my top three I'd want to meet. Along with Sarah Kay and Shane Koyczan. She's a bit of a mix of both, humorous, yet moving and can really make each word count.
crying a flood over Iowa so your mother can wake to Venice- the loveliest thing said with Iowa in it I swear I'm wondering if this was written around the times our fields flooded. I'm lost with my poetry but Andrea's is amazing
Hey yes this comment was really insightful and smart and everyone is now enlightened. Oh hold on a second. I have to answer my phone...Ring Ring, hello? Yes this is Jeff from "nobody gives a fuck about your opinion" magazine.
you should try reading the poem. I have trouble following a lot of spoken word because they speak so fast and in a weird rhythm. I was like "shit I can't follow this" and looked up the words and then understood everything. :)
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...
Holy crap. There are some poets that make you think oh maybe I can be that good someday! Then there are some poets that make you think why try? I'll never be that good. She is definitely of the second variety.
Wow. I typed maybe i need you into google in hopes of finding a song i heard on Smallville. Thinking this was the song I mistakingly clicked on this video. That was probably the best mistake I have ever made. Wow
Hey this is really good and takes a lot of talent. Oh hold on a second, I have to answer my phone........Ring Ring, hello? Yeah, this is Harold from "Just Kidding This Really Sucks" magazine.
if i told you i was gaining ground, would i be making a mistake? probably. would i regret it? well that remains to be seen. is it me or do our secrets matter more than our health?
I always wonder what is true experience and what is fiction. I love her work, and even if it was mostly fiction I would love her. I just would like to know. It'd be interesting.
Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my life to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so I could come tonyou whole and ask for you back, would you listen? My favorite part3
How could you say that? She's a dear dear soul and my favorite poet! Aside from my dear friend Glory who's a poet, but she's my favorite because she's my dear friend. :)
I was going to say that "words can not express how great you are" but with your skills i am sure you could string together the correct adjectives... in a word: TALENT
this isn't her channel actually. but just google her name 'andrea gibson' and the first result should be her site. (i would link it, but youtube doesnt allow that)
I'm crying...I love my girl no matter how the family looks at me. Ashley is my forever and always and I know this in the 10th grade. Forever....and......Always
As I sit here with my eyes closed, and your words roll through my ears to touch my soul You're beautiful and each tear on my cheek is an expression of my true admiration and joy at having heard your voice.
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.
