"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 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'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..
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."
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.
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 ”
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.
"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..
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
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 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 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.
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.
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 used to listen to this poem non stop for months after I broke up with my boyfriend and I didn't think I would ever get over him...but I did, the saddest part of that time in my life lives in this poem and thats all that's left
spoken word has often touched my heart but this took it and broke it and I sit here sobbing like a small child because she spoke to something so deep inside my soul that I didn't even remember it was there
Can you explain this please..this is one of her writings Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for
Andrea Gibson is melting me. Via way of lacigreen I have found her tonight and well after listening to about 30mins of hearing her words and voice... I've sent the money off to my paypal to buy all her cds. And when I finally get those gems of mp3s I am going to play them and play because I don't think there is a way to get enough of this.
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.
You are an amazing writer. Thank you so much - your skill, I admire. A worthy prize & a woman who speaks for all. Be safe, and God Bless you! I will always be an admirer! Loved the musician too.
She writes and speaks about love as if she invented it
The most beautiful and accurate description ever
I still come back to this. years later. it always touches me.
"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.
Today I cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.
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
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
If this doesn't hurt you, then I don't know what will.
I come here when I want to feel something real 🖤
Makes my heart pound and tears stream every time.... Years later
Love isn't always magic, sometimes it's just...melting.
i cry every time i listen to this just hits that spot
she was so deep, i couldn't see her at one point
I want to be Andrea Gibson when I grow up
Maybe you should just aim to be the best version of you.
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 have loved this poem since the day it first came out. 14 years! ❤
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..
fricking magician making words sound so damn pretty
Never gets old. Still hurts. :'(
How do you say how good this was, people should speak like this more often, from the heart.
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."
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 can feel her heart, I am moved by her words. I love it.
i LOVE her. Her words are so powerful.
That was incredibly beautiful and unexepcted
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
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
”
i first saw this december 2011 and it made me bawl. i still come back to it.
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.
beautiful. "Love isn;t always magic, sometimes it's just... melting"
Wow. I love this
I'm honored to share a name with a woman of her stature, emotionality and strength.
"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 is my wheat field, you can have every acre, love." wow this is great.
Honestly, she is an anthem...
Gorgeous....!
This will always be one of my favorite poems
This one still makes me cry. Every. Single. Time. Your words... are beautiful.
I am so in love with her work. It literally leaves me breathless, wanting more. You feel exactly what she is talking about.
There are absolutely NO words for this... wow.
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
This poem still gets me when I listen to it, several years later.
The shake in her voice hits my heart
Such power in her words
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
This lady could make anyone believe in love with her words.
Wow. I am so glad I found this video and Andrea in general. Beautiful. In every sense of the word...
I come back to this poem every year and every break up...... it touches the very bottom of my heart
i cried....... like sobbing cried.. she touched my soul.
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.
She's spectacular. My favorite poem of hers!
I don't have words that could accurately describe the greatness of this piece. Color me in love.
just...wow, i'm blown away. this lady is more than wonderful. :D
I just keep watching this over and over and over and over. so much beauty in such real pain
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 can't tell you how many times I've listened/cried to this.
can´t believe I had never heard of her until today. God her words and her passionate voice move me so much.
She has such a beautiful singing voice... It's almost sweeter than her speaking voice... I could listen to both all day.
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.
My friend saw this and said 'She writes love like she invented it'
I could not think of a better way to describe her work.
I cannot listen to any of her poems without bursting into tears.
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.
I get to see and meet Andrea on Saturday! So excited!!
omg you're my new favorite poet! you're amazing!
She gives me chills.
nothing has ever made me tear up so instantly and uncontrollably. so beautiful.
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 just saw her tonight in nyc. She was unbelievably amazing. Wow...
Andrea you speak the words that were choked out of me
I could never do this without breaking down and crying.
I can't wait to see Andrea Gibson in Portland tomorrow. She'll be at Backspace coffee for anyone in the area!!
Andrea Gibson....you words are heavensent :')
I cried.. this was magnificent.
I am sitting here bawling my eyes out. Every word she spoke is amazing and exactly how I feel right now.
I used to listen to this poem non stop for months after I broke up with my boyfriend and I didn't think I would ever get over him...but I did, the saddest part of that time in my life lives in this poem and thats all that's left
Same. But it gets better
spoken word has often touched my heart but this took it and broke it and I sit here sobbing like a small child because she spoke to something so deep inside my soul that I didn't even remember it was there
One of my favourites - would be amazing to see live! She makes you feel like she’s writing about you.
Can you explain this please..this is one of her writings
Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door
with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear.
He has cheeks like torn sheet music
every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears.
At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem
no one stands up for
love the poetry of her words - wonderful
i love how her voice shakes, so passionate
this makes me feel so many feels
i hate sharing a world with people like you. let her be , her heart is more beautiful than you will ever be.
Thank you for existing ! You're writing from the buttom of my heart with the words I don't have...
Andrea Gibson is melting me. Via way of lacigreen I have found her tonight and well after listening to about 30mins of hearing her words and voice... I've sent the money off to my paypal to buy all her cds. And when I finally get those gems of mp3s I am going to play them and play because I don't think there is a way to get enough of this.
Andrea Gibson is incredible!
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 closed my eyes when i listened to this the second time
that is so beautiful, she always knows how to make me cry
she is so wonderful
I can't even.... I cry every time.
I just love this poem...
Whatever I write here won't justify how much she is poetry.
Man, her voice is so soothing. Love it to pieces.
This is such an unbelieveably amazing piece, seriously impressed with how talented she is, beautiful
I absolutely love this poem...it's BEAUTIFUL, there's nothing more to say.
I'm sitting here speechless. Thank you, your words are beautiful and so magical.
I took a speech class in college. We were asked to perform a monologue of any sort and I chose this beautiful poem. Best grade I got in that class 😄
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.
You are an amazing writer. Thank you so much - your skill, I admire. A worthy prize & a woman who speaks for all. Be safe, and God Bless you! I will always be an admirer! Loved the musician too.