My favorite part of the poem is when Phil is saying "you are beautiful" over and over, but by the end Sarah is able to say it without him. Love brings out the best in us, love helps us love ourselves.
thank you for this new perspective, wow. i've listened to this countless times but i always interpreted it as phil being tired of telling her how beautiful she was, yk, that he kinda gave up on that but this perspective changed the whole poem for me
"love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. when love arrives say welcome, make yourself comfortable, if love leaves ask her to leave the door open behind her"
“listen to the quiet” is my favorite line in this entire poem because I always forget that there may be times where I’m lonely or by myself for a bit. I forget to take a break from relationships-romantic or platonic- and really just relish in quiet moments where I have time to think. this poem is literally genius and I find myself coming back to it every day. thank you, sarah and phil.
I don't think they're lovers. They're too close for that. A Jewish-Japanese American and a Japanese-Jewish American with the same verbal cadence and profound sense of perspective. I think Kay and Kaye are two halves of a whole. Must be incredible to have a friend like that.
wow, that's amazing! we're the same age (23 now) and listened to this poem around the same time. I think I was 12 because I remember that the video had just been posted when I first saw it, and it says it's 11 years old now. Nice to see someone who this resonated with at the exact same age!
I remember first hearing this in 12th grade creative writing. I thought it was sweet, and wanted the experiences that would allow for me to feel this and understand it, so badly. Here I am, eight or so years later, the words just sort of wondered back into my head earlier today. It's all so true, every word.
When Love Arrives (Transcript of Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye's spoken word poetry) BOTH: I knew exactly what love looked like- in seventh grade. SARAH: Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace. PHILIP: I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid. S: Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs. P: Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me. B: And I knew, S: I just must be searching the wrong classrooms, P: just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it. S: If only I could find him. B: But when love finally showed up, P: she had a bowl cut. S: He wore the same clothes every day for a week. P: Love hated the bus. S: Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles. B: Instead, P: every time I try to kiss love, B: our teeth got in the way. S: Love became the reason I lied to my parents. P: I’m going to- Ben’s house. S: Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song. P: Love waited by the phone because she knew that if her father picked up it would be: S: “Hello? Hello? *heavy breathing* I guess they hung up.” P: And love grew, S: stretched like a trampoline. P: Love changed. S: Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed. P: Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me. S: Like a flat tire, there were other places I had planned on going, B: but my plans didn’t matter. S: Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him. P: Love smelled different now, had darker eyes, S: a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize. P: New birthmarks, a softer voice. S: Now there were new sleeping patterns, P: new favorite books. S: Love had songs that reminded him of someone else, P: songs love didn’t like to listen to. B: So did I. P: But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly, S: we found jokes that make us laugh. P: And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies. S: But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack. P: Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer. S: Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator. P: Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned. S: Love is messier now, P: not as simple. S: Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents. P: Love chews too loud. S: Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste. P: Love uses smiley faces in her text messages. S: And turns out, B: love shits! S: But love also cries. And love will tell you you are beautiful P: and mean it, S: over and over again. P: You are beautiful. S: When you first wake up, P: “you are beautiful.” S: When you’ve just been crying, P: “you are beautiful.” S: When you don’t want to hear it, P: “you are beautiful.” S: When you don’t believe it, P: “you are beautiful.” S: When nobody else will tell you, P: “you are beautiful.” S: Love still thinks - you are beautiful. P: But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, S: when you need to hear it most, B: you are beautiful, S: do not forget this. P: Love is not who you were expecting, love is not what you can predict. S: Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, and you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone, P: maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. S: Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. P: Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered. S: Maybe love is only there for a month. P: Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. S: Maybe love stays- P: maybe love can’t. B: Maybe love shouldn't. P: Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. S: When love arrives, say, B: “Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.” P: If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. S: Turn off the music, listen to the quiet, P: whisper, B: “Thank you. Thank you for stopping by.”
I just realized this, and I know they aren't dating but if you listen to their poem "An origin story" it says how he lived in California and she live in NYC and it this poem she says "maybe love is in New York asleep and you're in California wide awake"
I've been watching this every few months for the past two years now and it continues to be, not only relevant, but sends me the same chills from the first time I watched it. Not to mention the fact that it always brings a smile to my face.
Saw this 2 years ago and thought it was beautiful. But 2 years later, I experienced so many things that were in the poetry and I can say, love truly changes you. You can only understand when you go through these things...
I first saw this performance soon after it was posted and I was 12 years old. At the time, I thought I was aromantic and I always hated romance in stories. But this poem stuck with me and I kept returning to it. Now I'm 23 and I've experienced love and heartbreak and healing for myself after a 4 year relationship, and 2 years alone after that. I'm returning to this poem and I finally realize why I loved it even though I hated romance in most other media. It's because it's a realistic, honest take on love. The other stuff isn't believable. This is exactly what love is like - like something you'd never expect. And it's a breath of fresh air to see the idea that you should be thankful that the relationship happened when you break up, rather than being angry or hateful. In most cases, your ex partner isn't a villain. They're human. So thanks for informing my perspective for 11 years and counting, now
When this was first posted, I was a teenager. It felt so accurate to every experience I knew. Now, in my twenties, I still identify with every word. But it feels different. New loves. It feels sweet, and beautiful, remembering. And it hurts, the same amount. But differently. So grateful to always have this poem to express how I'm feeling, despite my own personal growth. It's a classic.
And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful.” When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.” When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.” When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.” When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.” Love still thinks you are beautiful. But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this.
laurentia K So this is all what you've learned from this ? This is all what you've seen ? I mean this proves a lot, not only you, but those who wrote this poem too. You see, love isn't about look, this proves that you are all shallow (I'm not judging you but this is what you can deduce) . I believe that love is the fact that you are ready to support and stand by someone, make him smile, make him laugh, be that positive energy in his life like he is to yours, make him happy regardless of the way he looks. They pictured love as a person, well, I'm afraid it's not. Hope you get my message.
This poem can have many interpretations, maybe that's your opinion ,but in my opinion, beautiful here is not a matter of a mere appearance but its the whole person, what makes them beautiful to you, and you tell them, and you let them know i am actually kind a surprise that from this beautiful poem i have quoted, you calling me shallow, based on your non judgmental deduction of course. ,
Ali Tahiri beauty does not only have to be skin deep, being beautiful does not make one shallow, and calling someone that you don't know, shallow, is judging them. Being ready to support someone and being there for them is beautiful but beautiful in a different sense. Do not be so closed minded as to think that words only have one meaning.
"Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, "Welcome, make your self comfortable." If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her."
From the first time I saw this even up to now in my late 20s, no other poem has ever hit me in such a primal way. Lizard brain, gut, and even the useless parts of my brain get railroaded into a swirl of short bursts of complete bliss, heartache, denouement, and unwavering hope. Hope for the day that I can feel this very same blend of raw emotions with someone who I truly love. May be the one I have in mind when they are (or I am) ready someday, but Love is fickle like that, especially if it was in front of you for so long and either it moved on or just wants to be sure that I can prove it while being responsible enough to maintain it with them. As a more recently discovered Aspie, I can look back now and see how the real thing had eluded me so much my whole life. Not because I was undeserving of it but because I never saw it in front of me or even could drop the “passing as Normal” act long enough to express it in a way that would be unique to me and how I think/act. Love was a lot of things to me at our first meeting, but I didn’t see them as such until I grew enough to kill my pride and see it unfiltered; themself growing apart and sowing resentment and possibly a hatred. Whichever the case, I can’t help but feel it’s still got me in mind...Magical Thinking not withstanding. This condition has allowed me to see, feel, and understand at a disproportionate pace; it being partially why I am so far away from the “Normal” I once strove to achieve, but as much as I hate and curse it...it gave me an equally extreme inverse in which I grow smarter, socially and otherwise, through my Intuition (Gut Feelings and Hunches) and Trial & Error. Love is one such thing. It’s at once complex, labyrinthine, childish, and overtly optimistic even in the face of the impossible...but I want to believe that I am deserving of the Love I dream about same as anyone else. Like anything, it takes work, doubly (perhaps triple) for the way my brain is wired. But Love, as these two put it, is where it should be and is in the moments that matter most to those around you. You can feel it somehow...and when you do, you know it’s a r’aison d’etre for whoever shared it with the world. If I want it to come from within more often, I have to be better about being kind to myself and others will feel it. It should be unconditional, but it isn’t if it doesn’t apply to oneself. For now, I have to trust Love to be having their best life while I work through the vacuum of their absence and restore what once was before I let them embody it. I’ll never find it in myself to hate them for showing me how I could be treated with patience, kindness, and faith then inverted it as the last few years of the decade their presence occupied came and went. I’m all the better for it and I want...no...need to remember how I used to love myself until they wandered in when others had to work for it but come up short. I just hope you’re loving yourself more than everyone else is and can manage once they fade into the aether, Love. You’re infinitely worth it. I’ll always love you, but I have work to do. Just take care of yourself and I will work on doing the same. I Love You and I always will. 🙈
This poem was both the male and female perspective of growing up on the topic of love. Sarah talked about the women side of love and how the experiences they have had together have made what love is to her. Phil talks of the parts of the male side. They both are different but the same. They both describe how different and how random love may be. They talk over each other and with each other at the same time. The emphasis or most important parts were said together.
Six years!! And everytime I hear it, it seems like a different one..a new interpretation everytime. Just like love. Love arrives differently, stays differently and leaves differently and everytime it leaves you are a different person. May be that's what love is.
we tend to forget that love is a special thing that isn't always meant to stay around forever. sometimes life gets in the way, and that's okay. this poem is a comforting reminder.
I enjoyed the spoken word thoroughly. I think of love as a choice. We get to choose the person we love and then we stick to that choice through thick and thin...
I´m not kidding. I saw this video a while back. And every now and then I keep coming back to it. I memorized it. And every time I heart it, it makes me wanna cry. I love it!!
"And love grew / stretched, like a trampoline / Love changed / Love disappeared. / Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed" There are so many brilliant lines in this brilliant poem
AAAHHH!! They're coming here in the Philippines on March 1-March 2 :'D My friend and I already bought tickets. We're soooo exciteeed! How long did the show take? Did they accept gifts in the meet and greet?
Alexis Angulo oooh enjoy!!!! The show in KL is about 3 hours but there are local poets so 1:30 mins - local poets then 1:30 mins Phil and Kaye. Yeah they accept gifts! And if you have a book you can ask them to sign. You can also buy the book from them if you dont have. The show in KL is really relaxed and not a lot came so maybe that is why they have more time. There are so many empty seats. But I know in Manila it is already sold out! Enjoy!! It was truly a great experience and Im sure you will love it!
nina capila Ooohh, nice! 'o' But too bad for the others in your city for missing such a great show. Anyway, Thank you very much for the info! We really can't wait for next week! I should make a fanart :'D The organizers even changed the venue to accommodate more people for the second day (which is farther away from my home than the original venue.. good luck to us with that :)) Thanks again, Nina!
i found this when i was 12 and it’s been my favorite spoken poetry ever since. i’ve memorized every word of this by heart. i’m 26 now, and to this day, it still tugs my heart strings ❤️🩹
I have watched thiss manny times, but having now watched it again for the first time in months: I feel like crying. normally it's so beautiful to listen to, but this time it just got me for some strange reason. minor detail: I am single and have been for nearly 18 years now so this doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
Love comes in various forms. It may not be as a significant other. Stop trying to look for a certain type of love, and open your eyes to the love that's surrounding you. Maybe then you will find what you long for
My favorite part of the poem is when Phil is saying "you are beautiful" over and over, but by the end Sarah is able to say it without him. Love brings out the best in us, love helps us love ourselves.
thank you for this new perspective, wow. i've listened to this countless times but i always interpreted it as phil being tired of telling her how beautiful she was, yk, that he kinda gave up on that but this perspective changed the whole poem for me
Oh there are so many interpretations of this part! I always thought that by the end Phil was the one who needed to hear " you are beautiful"
I came here just to see thoughts on this part I wondered why he paused thank you for this
"Maybe love stays- Maybe love cant"
Knife to the heart.
dayumm
+Softbaallover07 Maybe love shouldn't is even worse. Shitty concept.
Maybe it shouldn't
@@poopmaster13 Why a shitty concept?
@@muizzy bcz he is poop master...
"Thank you for stopping by."
That last line gives me chills every time I watch this video..
I cry at this a lot
yesss I totally agree!!~
same :(((
I was just about to post that until i saw yours. So simple but it encompasses so much emotion.
Hunter Furr thanks for the great message
This made me cry.
"love comes exactly when its supposed to. love leaves exactly when it musts"
"love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. when love arrives say welcome, make yourself comfortable, if love leaves ask her to leave the door open behind her"
Must*, not should
Fav part
Shalimar Lake I love the way he kinda whistles in that exact word. 😍
This is absolutely my favorite poem of all time. Hands down.
Same here. I watch this every day idk why
“listen to the quiet” is my favorite line in this entire poem because I always forget that there may be times where I’m lonely or by myself for a bit. I forget to take a break from relationships-romantic or platonic- and really just relish in quiet moments where I have time to think.
this poem is literally genius and I find myself coming back to it every day. thank you, sarah and phil.
I don't think they're lovers. They're too close for that. A Jewish-Japanese American and a Japanese-Jewish American with the same verbal cadence and profound sense of perspective. I think Kay and Kaye are two halves of a whole. Must be incredible to have a friend like that.
I agree.
try watching their origin story. :)
They wrote a whole poem about it. Phils married
twin flames?
Maybe he’s the boy with the hemp necklace and she’s the girl with the tight French braid….
The last lines always make me cry. Especially now that I'm torn between "I should have known better" and "Thank you for stopping by."
I listened to this at age 13 and I’m back at age 22. So good.
wow, that's amazing! we're the same age (23 now) and listened to this poem around the same time. I think I was 12 because I remember that the video had just been posted when I first saw it, and it says it's 11 years old now. Nice to see someone who this resonated with at the exact same age!
"maybe love stays.
maybe love can't.
maybe love shouldn't."
breaks my heart...
ive been listening to this again and again over the past few months because i need it
thank you
'Maybe love stays, maybe love can't, maybe love shouldn't' these few lines are very real and very true!
I remember first hearing this in 12th grade creative writing. I thought it was sweet, and wanted the experiences that would allow for me to feel this and understand it, so badly.
Here I am, eight or so years later, the words just sort of wondered back into my head earlier today.
It's all so true, every word.
I felt this.
“Thank you for stopping by”… that never fails to break me 🥹
When Love Arrives (Transcript of Sarah Kay & Phil Kaye's spoken word poetry)
BOTH:
I knew exactly what love looked like- in seventh grade.
SARAH:
Even though I hadn’t met love yet, if love had wandered into my homeroom I would’ve recognized him at first glance. Love wore a hemp necklace.
PHILIP:
I would’ve recognized her at first glance, love wore a tight french braid.
S:
Love played acoustic guitar and knew all my favorite Beatles songs.
P:
Love wasn’t afraid to ride the bus with me.
B:
And I knew,
S:
I just must be searching the wrong classrooms,
P:
just must be checking the wrong hallways, she was there, I was sure of it.
S:
If only I could find him.
B:
But when love finally showed up,
P:
she had a bowl cut.
S:
He wore the same clothes every day for a week.
P:
Love hated the bus.
S:
Love didn’t know anything about The Beatles.
B:
Instead,
P:
every time I try to kiss love,
B:
our teeth got in the way.
S:
Love became the reason I lied to my parents.
P:
I’m going to- Ben’s house.
S:
Love had terrible rhythm on the dance floor, but made sure we never missed a slow song.
P:
Love waited by the phone because she knew that if her father picked up it would be:
S:
“Hello? Hello? *heavy breathing* I guess they hung up.”
P:
And love grew,
S:
stretched like a trampoline.
P:
Love changed.
S:
Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed.
P:
Love vanished like an amateur magician, and everyone could see the trapdoor but me.
S:
Like a flat tire, there were other places I had planned on going,
B:
but my plans didn’t matter.
S:
Love stayed away for years, and when love finally reappeared, I barely recognized him.
P:
Love smelled different now, had darker eyes,
S:
a broader back, love came with freckles I didn’t recognize.
P:
New birthmarks, a softer voice.
S:
Now there were new sleeping patterns,
P:
new favorite books.
S:
Love had songs that reminded him of someone else,
P:
songs love didn’t like to listen to.
B:
So did I.
P:
But we found a park bench that fit us perfectly,
S:
we found jokes that make us laugh.
P:
And now, love makes me fresh homemade chocolate chip cookies.
S:
But love will probably finish most of them for a midnight snack.
P:
Love looks great in lingerie but still likes to wear her retainer.
S:
Love is a terrible driver, but a great navigator.
P:
Love knows where she’s going, it just might take her two hours longer than she planned.
S:
Love is messier now,
P:
not as simple.
S:
Love uses the words “boobs” in front of my parents.
P:
Love chews too loud.
S:
Love leaves the cap off the toothpaste.
P:
Love uses smiley faces in her text messages.
S:
And turns out,
B:
love shits!
S:
But love also cries. And love will tell you you are beautiful
P:
and mean it,
S:
over and over again.
P:
You are beautiful.
S:
When you first wake up,
P:
“you are beautiful.”
S:
When you’ve just been crying,
P:
“you are beautiful.”
S:
When you don’t want to hear it,
P:
“you are beautiful.”
S:
When you don’t believe it,
P:
“you are beautiful.”
S:
When nobody else will tell you,
P:
“you are beautiful.”
S:
Love still thinks - you are beautiful.
P:
But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget,
S:
when you need to hear it most,
B:
you are beautiful,
S:
do not forget this.
P:
Love is not who you were expecting, love is not what you can predict.
S:
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep, and you are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone,
P:
maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love.
S:
Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type.
P:
Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce, love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remembered.
S:
Maybe love is only there for a month.
P:
Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
S:
Maybe love stays-
P:
maybe love can’t.
B:
Maybe love shouldn't.
P:
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must.
S:
When love arrives, say,
B:
“Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.”
P:
If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her.
S:
Turn off the music, listen to the quiet,
P:
whisper,
B:
“Thank you. Thank you for stopping by.”
+Debjyoti Mitra THANK YOU
thanks 😄
thnx
thank you for taking the trouble to write this entire piece down..
Thanks
Am I the only one who tears up everytime they listen to this
"Maybe loves stays."
"Maybe love can't."
This is fantastic. I started crying right there.
Kids should be told fairy tale stories that include this kind of stuff too.
Well said!
Two years since I first watched this, still as lovely as the first time...
I just realized this, and I know they aren't dating but if you listen to their poem "An origin story" it says how he lived in California and she live in NYC and it this poem she says "maybe love is in New York asleep and you're in California wide awake"
Kiera Luv OMG it's true! y love them as a couple... wish they were dating, they're mi fake OTP. hahaha
what IS their relationship?
watch their poem "an origin story"!
@@sierralongname5301 friends bro true frds
I pretty much bombarded the like button by the "You are beautiful part" and I didn't realise I already pressed it a dozen times.
I've been watching this every few months for the past two years now and it continues to be, not only relevant, but sends me the same chills from the first time I watched it. Not to mention the fact that it always brings a smile to my face.
Saw this 2 years ago and thought it was beautiful. But 2 years later, I experienced so many things that were in the poetry and I can say, love truly changes you. You can only understand when you go through these things...
maybe love stays
maybe love can't
maybe love shouldn't
maybe it's mabelline
😂😂😂😂
Hahahaaaa!
Texts you can hear. 🤣
😆😆😆😆
😂😂😂😂 I didn't expect that. I thought you were being serious lol
I first saw this performance soon after it was posted and I was 12 years old. At the time, I thought I was aromantic and I always hated romance in stories. But this poem stuck with me and I kept returning to it.
Now I'm 23 and I've experienced love and heartbreak and healing for myself after a 4 year relationship, and 2 years alone after that. I'm returning to this poem and I finally realize why I loved it even though I hated romance in most other media.
It's because it's a realistic, honest take on love. The other stuff isn't believable. This is exactly what love is like - like something you'd never expect. And it's a breath of fresh air to see the idea that you should be thankful that the relationship happened when you break up, rather than being angry or hateful. In most cases, your ex partner isn't a villain. They're human. So thanks for informing my perspective for 11 years and counting, now
"And whisper, thank you, for stopping by"
I cry each time I listen to this and I am so stupidly excited to watch them perform next month
When this was first posted, I was a teenager. It felt so accurate to every experience I knew. Now, in my twenties, I still identify with every word. But it feels different. New loves. It feels sweet, and beautiful, remembering. And it hurts, the same amount. But differently. So grateful to always have this poem to express how I'm feeling, despite my own personal growth. It's a classic.
I know every word to this poem because I've read it and heard it so many times.
I found this poem in high school and still cry about it to this day, about 10 years later ❤
"Love disappeared, slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed."
loved that line
I listen to this poem when I'm heart broken. This is the first time I really don't feel like I have anything to thank this dude's time in my life for.
Ok I don't want to lose my ManCard for saying this, but I feel the need to. This. Was. Beautiful.
Fuck the 'ManCard'. Let me feel feelings.
Get a HumanCard and ditch the other one.
fellas is it gay to have emotions
here have your mancard back it now says "man who can appreciate beauty" card
All of everybody's cards are good here. ❤💛💚💙💜
I love it so much, always helps me feel something when I think I wanna feel numb.
Dominique Sweeney There's a really cool ted talk on that.. If you want I can post the link. Numbness, I mean
Yes please!
Oh God.. Sarah Kay rendered me speechless once again... #SlamPoetry #SarahKay #PhilKaye #poetry #WhenLoveArrives
it's 2017 and i'm still in love with this poem
Its 2019 and I'm still in love with this poem
Chiming in from 2021. I will carry this poem with me for years to come
2022 and it’s still amazing
It's 30 dec 2022 and am in love with this poem 🌹
It's 2023 and this poem still brings me joy
Sarah and Phil have such beautiful soft voices! I love!
I agree
Damn this is so accurate.
sarah kay's voice is so smooth i could be listening to her day and night
Honestly, how can you not love spoken word poetry
"Love is not perfect and will sometimes forget"
Amazing
"Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone..."
Thank you for stopping by.
I can never get enough of these two.
their voices are mesmerizing.
That '' thank you for stoping by''. I felt that.
And love will tell you you are beautiful and mean it, over and over again. “You are beautiful.”
When you first wake up, “you are beautiful.”
When you’ve just been crying, “you are beautiful.”
When you don’t want to hear it, “you are beautiful.”
When you don’t believe it, “you are beautiful.”
When nobody else will tell you, “you are beautiful.”
Love still thinks you are beautiful.
But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget, when you need to hear it most, you are beautiful, do not forget this.
Aww thank you greynad ♡
You are beautiful too koala poo
laurentia K So this is all what you've learned from this ? This is all what you've seen ? I mean this proves a lot, not only you, but those who wrote this poem too. You see, love isn't about look, this proves that you are all shallow (I'm not judging you but this is what you can deduce) . I believe that love is the fact that you are ready to support and stand by someone, make him smile, make him laugh, be that positive energy in his life like he is to yours, make him happy regardless of the way he looks. They pictured love as a person, well, I'm afraid it's not. Hope you get my message.
This poem can have many interpretations, maybe that's your opinion ,but in my opinion, beautiful here is not a matter of a mere appearance but its the whole person, what makes them beautiful to you, and you tell them, and you let them know
i am actually kind a surprise that from this beautiful poem i have quoted, you calling me shallow, based on your non judgmental deduction of course.
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Ali Tahiri beauty does not only have to be skin deep, being beautiful does not make one shallow, and calling someone that you don't know, shallow, is judging them. Being ready to support someone and being there for them is beautiful but beautiful in a different sense. Do not be so closed minded as to think that words only have one meaning.
"Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, "Welcome, make your self comfortable." If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her."
I cannot even handle this!!! I have watched it so many times!!! I am obsessed with these two!!!
I first heard this when I was 16 yo. Listening to this again at 25 yo feels so different and familiar at the same time.
From the first time I saw this even up to now in my late 20s, no other poem has ever hit me in such a primal way. Lizard brain, gut, and even the useless parts of my brain get railroaded into a swirl of short bursts of complete bliss, heartache, denouement, and unwavering hope.
Hope for the day that I can feel this very same blend of raw emotions with someone who I truly love. May be the one I have in mind when they are (or I am) ready someday, but Love is fickle like that, especially if it was in front of you for so long and either it moved on or just wants to be sure that I can prove it while being responsible enough to maintain it with them.
As a more recently discovered Aspie, I can look back now and see how the real thing had eluded me so much my whole life. Not because I was undeserving of it but because I never saw it in front of me or even could drop the “passing as Normal” act long enough to express it in a way that would be unique to me and how I think/act. Love was a lot of things to me at our first meeting, but I didn’t see them as such until I grew enough to kill my pride and see it unfiltered; themself growing apart and sowing resentment and possibly a hatred. Whichever the case, I can’t help but feel it’s still got me in mind...Magical Thinking not withstanding.
This condition has allowed me to see, feel, and understand at a disproportionate pace; it being partially why I am so far away from the “Normal” I once strove to achieve, but as much as I hate and curse it...it gave me an equally extreme inverse in which I grow smarter, socially and otherwise, through my Intuition (Gut Feelings and Hunches) and Trial & Error.
Love is one such thing. It’s at once complex, labyrinthine, childish, and overtly optimistic even in the face of the impossible...but I want to believe that I am deserving of the Love I dream about same as anyone else. Like anything, it takes work, doubly (perhaps triple) for the way my brain is wired.
But Love, as these two put it, is where it should be and is in the moments that matter most to those around you. You can feel it somehow...and when you do, you know it’s a r’aison d’etre for whoever shared it with the world. If I want it to come from within more often, I have to be better about being kind to myself and others will feel it. It should be unconditional, but it isn’t if it doesn’t apply to oneself.
For now, I have to trust Love to be having their best life while I work through the vacuum of their absence and restore what once was before I let them embody it.
I’ll never find it in myself to hate them for showing me how I could be treated with patience, kindness, and faith then inverted it as the last few years of the decade their presence occupied came and went. I’m all the better for it and I want...no...need to remember how I used to love myself until they wandered in when others had to work for it but come up short.
I just hope you’re loving yourself more than everyone else is and can manage once they fade into the aether, Love. You’re infinitely worth it. I’ll always love you, but I have work to do.
Just take care of yourself and I will work on doing the same. I Love You and I always will. 🙈
they are the reason i started writing poetry
I've watched it 100 times, even if I watch 1000 more, I'll never get tired of it. So beautiful!
Years since I first heard it and it still makes me cry as if I'm hearing it for the first time, each time. 💚
I know perfection doesn't exist in this un-perfect world, but this is the closest to perfection it can possibly get.
Makes me cry every time.
This poem was both the male and female perspective of growing up on the topic of love. Sarah talked about the women side of love and how the experiences they have had together have made what love is to her. Phil talks of the parts of the male side. They both are different but the same. They both describe how different and how random love may be. They talk over each other and with each other at the same time. The emphasis or most important parts were said together.
The way Phil says "you're beautiful" actually makes me believe in it even if it's only for a minute
This is so true and meaningful it needs to be posted in high-school to all teens today!
More like everyone needs to see this :) Old or young, love has no age.
I can't seem to get enough of this. I watch it all the time. It's beautiful.
I absolutely LOVE Sarah Kay, she is a great writer and an amazing performer! And Phil Kaye is a nice discovery.
Wow .... Love is amazing .... Everytime I listen to this, I get goosebumps.
Amazing Sarah Kay !!
They are amazing.
They truly are.
Six years!! And everytime I hear it, it seems like a different one..a new interpretation everytime. Just like love. Love arrives differently, stays differently and leaves differently and everytime it leaves you are a different person. May be that's what love is.
HOW COULD I NOT SHIP YOU TWO
Cherizh Joane Calantoc Um...not to rain on your parade but they're siblings...
Christine Le no they arent, watch their origin story.
Christine Le /watch?v=esgfG3BoAPc
Nope. They're married.
Jkjk. You wish though.
we tend to forget that love is a special thing that isn't always meant to stay around forever. sometimes life gets in the way, and that's okay. this poem is a comforting reminder.
Tears. Tears, tears, tears, so many tears.
cant get enough of this. i think i can watch this over a hundred times straight and still feel overwhelmed.
Maybe love shouldn't.
Explain plz
Ansh Thakur It's in the poem 😅
just the last line "thank you for stopping by" tells everything...a beautiful poem
"Maybe love stays. Maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't."
THIS IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR
This was…exactly what I needed to hear right now. :)
Watched this when I was 15, now I'm already 21 and its still the poem I listen to every now and then.
thank you for stopping by. i feel so much better
love is hard core: love makes mistakes and you have to sometimes yell at love, and love will yell back saying sorry.. love is amazing.
If you are still watching this, my love, thank you for stopping by.
I will never get tired of listening to this. I love it.
I enjoyed the spoken word thoroughly. I think of love as a choice. We get to choose the person we love and then we stick to that choice through thick and thin...
They could make anyone fall in love with poetry.
Their voices are so calming to me
"Maybe love stays, maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't." Beautifully painfully true
love disappeared. like baby-teeth. Losing parts of me, I thought i needed.
This part stood out to me too.
Last 2015, we presented this in front of our class. And starting that day, this became my favorite one.
The best part 1:59 - 3:16 😍😍 ; but this is probably the best spoken word I've ever seen in my life
I´m not kidding. I saw this video a while back. And every now and then I keep coming back to it. I memorized it. And every time I heart it, it makes me wanna cry. I love it!!
I literally cried
I watched it for so many times, and I guess I will never get tired of it. Beautiful.
The best video I have ever seen...simply amazing
I can't stop watching this. They are true artists.
"And love grew / stretched, like a trampoline / Love changed / Love disappeared. / Slowly, like baby teeth, losing parts of me I thought I needed"
There are so many brilliant lines in this brilliant poem
I always find myself coming back to watch this beautiful, inspiring, filled with love performance, much love.
Just saw them live in Malaysia. WOW, just WOW!
Whaaattt... They were here???
Azreena Ariffin yes dear! They performed this as the closing. It was phenomenal.
They also had a meet and greet and a workshop.
AAAHHH!! They're coming here in the Philippines on March 1-March 2 :'D My friend and I already bought tickets. We're soooo exciteeed!
How long did the show take? Did they accept gifts in the meet and greet?
Alexis Angulo oooh enjoy!!!! The show in KL is about 3 hours but there are local poets so 1:30 mins - local poets then 1:30 mins Phil and Kaye.
Yeah they accept gifts! And if you have a book you can ask them to sign. You can also buy the book from them if you dont have. The show in KL is really relaxed and not a lot came so maybe that is why they have more time. There are so many empty seats.
But I know in Manila it is already sold out! Enjoy!! It was truly a great experience and Im sure you will love it!
nina capila Ooohh, nice! 'o' But too bad for the others in your city for missing such a great show.
Anyway, Thank you very much for the info! We really can't wait for next week! I should make a fanart :'D
The organizers even changed the venue to accommodate more people for the second day (which is farther away from my home than the original venue.. good luck to us with that :))
Thanks again, Nina!
Watched it over again but the emotions stay the same. My heart fell inlove with this poem.
Thank you fir stopping by. :) :'(
This made me cry. Hit home so hard,
i found this when i was 12 and it’s been my favorite spoken poetry ever since. i’ve memorized every word of this by heart. i’m 26 now, and to this day, it still tugs my heart strings ❤️🩹
I have watched thiss manny times, but having now watched it again for the first time in months: I feel like crying. normally it's so beautiful to listen to, but this time it just got me for some strange reason. minor detail: I am single and have been for nearly 18 years now so this doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
Love comes in various forms. It may not be as a significant other. Stop trying to look for a certain type of love, and open your eyes to the love that's surrounding you. Maybe then you will find what you long for
samv31260 wise words.
+samv31260 well said :)
I listen to this at least every year. And when I meet someone who is special. I love it.
I love Sarah's voice !!!
Sarah Kay, brings tears to my eyes every time I hear her poems :) She is great
This brought my such clarity and understanding while dealing with my first heartbreak. Thank you so much!