Andrea Gibson - Boomerang Valentine
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- Опубликовано: 19 ноя 2024
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I lose it when you say "Of all the violence I've seen in my life, I've not known violence like the way I've spoken to myself" and from then out it's unreal how deep it hits.
"My so called flaws, in stacks like baseballs cards, I know will be worth something someday..." damn. That hit me
"I know there are people who have had to work to survive me, and I dont ever wanna take that lightly."
"I am so charmed by the radiance of my own anarchy" just one more reason to love Andrea Gibson they are truly amazing at what they do😍😊
"I imagine what the first flower said to the first human trying to name half its petals loves-me -nots, No. That's not how anything grows."
How beautiful ❤️
Who liked it before they watched it? Love this!❤️
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The style in which the last few poems from Andrea really make the words have so much more meaning and make me feel like I'm right there listening on stage.
I’m sitting on my friends’ couch several months into being intentionally single and celibate for the first time since I was 20 years old
20 years old: when I believed sex had to involve a dude and the word “screw”
I’m telling my friend about the psychic who said I’m going to meet the love of my life by the end of January
It’s January 10th and I’m so far from ready for cupid, that naked little shit, to fire anything sharp my way
So far from ready for that kind of insane only love makes me
My friend musters every bit of new age jargon she can fit into her tongue
and says, “What if you are the love of your life?”
I think, “Oh my god, I hope that’s not true, because I am absolutely not my type”
But, let’s say for a moment, I am
Let’s say I am my dream girl… And boy.
And I am standing on my front step
Ringing my own doorbell
Waiting for me to answer, so I can hand myself a mason jar full of water lilies I have rescued from a millionaire’s Monet
Let’s say, I am so charmed by the radiance of my own anarchy I invite myself in for tea
And when I’m not looking, I sneak the steam from the kettle into my pocket, so that the next time I am missing the coast of Maine, I can gift myself the fog
Let’s say I’m not just running my mouth around an old cliché that says we gotta love ourselves; we don’t
I know that I can keep getting down on myself ‘til I’m tucked into the grave
Looking up at my name, carved into stone, wondering why I never knew I’d been cast the lead in my own life
Y'all, when it comes to love, the only thing I’m certain of is you are the best thing that has ever happened to you..
Whoever you are-
You’re a quitter? Great, there is plenty worth quitting
A sore loser? Who isn’t?
You got no discipline? Maybe discipline is for body builders and closeted gay monks
Picture a magician so attached to being perfect that he cuts off his own legs just to pull off the trick
Picture the 738 selfies I deleted before I took one that I was willing to show to the world
Picture me wishing I could have all of them back
My so called “flaws” in stacks, like baseball cards I know will be worth something someday
Like, compassion
Like, tenderness
Like, my capacity to think myself a catch just because I have never seen a chandler I didn’t want to swing from
because I would maybe go to space just to know if railroad tracks look like zippers from the moon
On days I have hard time keeping warm in my own weather- I imagine what the first flower said to the first human, trying to name half its flower petals “love me not’s”
No
that is not how anything grows
Of all the violence I have known in my life, I have not known violence like the way I have spoken to myself
And I have seen almost everyone around me hold that same belt to their own backs
Then, looking for someone outside of themselves to come clean that treason up
If I were to ask myself out of that cycle, I might say, Listen,
I am still going through a growth spurt.
I am still yet to get my worst tattoo
I am still clearing the smoke from burning the toast I wrote for my own wedding day
I am still trying to get rid of my mirror face
Look myself, dead in the eye
I know Facebook is a lousy mortician,
desperately trying to make us all look more alive
I know there are things I haven’t survived
I know there are people in this world who have had to work really hard to survive
Me, I don’t ever want to take that lightly.
But, I want the heavy to anchor me brave
to anchor me loving
to anchor me in something that will absolutely hold me to my word
When I tell cupid I intend to keep walking out to the tip of his arrow
To bend it back towards myself
To aim for my goodness; until the muscle in my chest tears from the stretching of becoming
When I came here to be a lover of whatever got covered up by the airbrush
The truth of me: That beauty of a beast
Chewing through the leash
'Til I get a mason jar full of water lilies
I got a kettle full of sea
And my whole life, y'all, my whole life is just a boomerang valentine; coming right back at me
Lovely thoughts, ”...you are the best thing that has ever happened to you...” lovely.
I listen to this DAILY! I just came out of a bad relationship and this is part of my healing process. It reminds me I'm lovable
I think this might be my favorite poem of Andrew.
On days I have a hard time keeping warm in my own weather, I imagine what the first flower said to the first human trying to name half its petals “love me nots” - no, that is not how anything grows. 💛🌷
So much magic. Thank you for this.
4:19 I am smiling
4:20 I close my eyes, I am froze
4:21 I sigh; in disbelief, in relief
4:22 A million memories of abusing myself starts seething on the screen of my mind
4:27 The anguish starts trickling down silently.....
Today was a day, "I was having a hard time keeping warm in my own weather." Thank you for being "The mason jar full of water lilies" freeing me from "the violence like I have spoken to my self." Now I'll make my self a "Kettle full of sea" and my life "A boomerang Valentine, coming right back at me."❤❤
Button poetry, Andrea (or Andrew? Sorry I'm not sure) who ever, if anyone from your team reads this I want you to know how much of an impact it has on people. Today has been such a hard day and this made me feel like I'm going to be ok. So thank you Andrea (Andrew?) your amazing and I hope you never stop writing. Those baseball cards of yours give me joy. ❤️ Thank you so much button poetry!
The way I screamed after listening to this work of magic!!!!
thank you
thank you
thank you
going to be listening to this art for years to come honey
Everytime I listen to this poem - I end up weeping, Its so poignant and beautiful. I loveeeee this woman's work.
Thanks for listening
I can watch this video on repeat for hours and every time something new strikes me.
Absolutely love Andrea and this poem❤️
Ooh being your own love of your life that made me cry I love her
They/them are their pronouns.
hello, i'm crying
This made me sob. I don't know how to see myself as you describe. Amazing. I'll be listening to this again. 👍❤
they're just so wow amazing words honestly won't do justice to their works but they truly are something else thank you so much Andrea for your work
this always feels so amazing to listen to. wish i could like this video twice.
I’m so Grateful for you. I FEEL this Love and I reflect it back to you for the gift of your heart! ❤️
I am so thankful for you and your beautiful words.
I aloes listen to this every time I feel like hating my self and it works every time ,thank u so much
Beautiful.
omg... doesnt get any better than this ........amazing !!!💖❤🔥💘
Thank you!!
self love always hits you hard in the heart. thank you for this ❤️
That was just wow. BEAUTIFUL. I cried
I cried so hard.... Thank you for this. Thank you.
she is incredible
Cynthia Harris hey! andrea uses they / them pronouns
Stunning. Sharing this with my teen kid💗
goodness i love them
My sister Ruth sent this to me a few years ago, a stunningly beautiful poem with so many gorgeous lines💜
Thanks!
You know you've done your best when people thank you for merely sharing your art.
Thank you Andrea. Felt this 💜🌸
one of their very best
This really hit me. I didn't find a person who really knew how to love until I finally realized that what I needed was someone who loves like I do. I thought if someone would be willing to love me the way I'm willing to love other people, that would work. My fear was no one would put in that much effort. I'm so glad I was wrong.
Interesting
Wow, I needed this poem right now. Love, Andrea, always have. ❤❤❤❤
This is my favorite of Andrea’s ... this is the most solid truth. 🙏🏻
That title was perfect
beautiful beautiful beautiful
Thank you! Cheers!
Wow! That was beautiful I felt that thank you
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Sobbing
I love this so much, and needed it today even more.
I'm crying so much, this is amazing - and exactly what I needed right now... exactly what I needed
Holy magic ❤
I love love love this performance!!!! ❤️
stunning 🌠
Thank you for your words! Powerful and “anchor me in love”
This is absolutely beautiful!
I think of this every January 10th
Only those that have not heard poets believe that actions speak louder than words.
This is beautiful
That was an incredible experience. Self love is so hard sometimes but Andrea captured it beautifully. I love this so much.
So incredible~
I love this ❤️❤️
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Wow wow wow ❤️♥️ she always gets me
Claudia Maquengo hey!! andrea uses they/them pronouns
“I’ve not know violence like the way I speak to myself...”
Damn
I live for their poems
That's what I want even though i'm 11 I want that some day that's my goal when another teacher assigns me a paper about what I want to be or do someday this is it
Do it! I want to hear how it goes. I wish I could have been taught how important self love is. I think you will get a good grade and a new appreciation from your teacher if they're worth anything 😉
Beautiful. Thank you.
My day ended pretty well🌟
This got to me
Thanks
Beautiful ... Video.. 🌹🌹
Absolutely beautiful
beautiful
damn that was just beautiful
this was incredible!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️
I love this channel!
oh wow
😭😭😭 love this so much!!
Oh my god thank you so much for this ;-;
Embrace your flaws. If only because, you're the only you that ever was.
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 gorgeous
My favorite ❤
Interesting
Wow
“Of all the violance that I’ve known in my life I’ve not known violance like the way I’ve spoken to myself”....
🧡🌺🧡🌺🧡
what just happened. damn it.
Love this! Be the love of your own damn life.
Who is crying .....not me
Seriously impressive. Hot christ.
Brilliant poem. The words are enough. Background music is distracting and unnecessary. Thank you for these poems.
Beautiful is not descriptive enough.
Imma be honest, I find the music ruins the mood of her words in basically all of her performances. It's like listening to the undergrad piano performance major improv while the peacher rambles in church.
Thanks!
This is amazing.