written down for people who may want to know! Every great story has a beginning, middle and end, not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories. Chapter 389: The boy, hair still long, fingers still too short, is 98 years old. He sits at the restaurant alone. A stranger next to him is eating something that looks vaguely delicious. The boy takes his fork, sticks it in his meal and takes a bite. He says, "I'm 98 years old. Go ahead, say something, asshole." Chapter 14: The boy is 8 years old, he and his best friend come up with a great idea for a prank, they are sure they will not get caught. The next morning every house on the street except his own has toilet paper on the front yard. They get caught. Chapter 146 and the boy and the girl lived happily ever after. Chapter 231 and the boy and the girl now never to speak to each other ever again. Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories but not all written as chapter books. I know. There are moments that are not meant to be bound that we scribble too much in the margins to read our own page numbers. Like the night you thought you were invincible, ran out into the lightning storm with a million keys tied to a million kites and a clench in your jaw and said "Take me with you goddammit, I dare you." And the weeks when you finally reach out to feel your father's cheeks, and just found paper cuts. I know, the nights we shatter our glasses to fall asleep, the afternoons we take photographs of our own shadows just to prove that we left a mark. And know the wetness of your lips, know that you are the leaf of the tree of your parent's first kiss. If you hold your shrubs to the sky you can see their veins there. Know that in later chapters you will complain about how things were better back in your day. Give yourself lots to complain about. Know that your legs are made to run, your bones are made to heal, so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else you do not know which way is up. Knowing, that one day you may fall out, know exactly which way is down. Call your mother crying like the first day you were born. "Baby," She will call you. "Baby it is okay. Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order." Chapter 189, the boy too old now to celebrate his birthdays and too young to treasure them, uses his fists. Punches his own reflection to see if it is real, breaks his hand back into the opposite of the fist, a conch shell of sea. He holds it to his ear and can hear the ocean of his own bloodline. Stand up boy, not just with your legs. You, be your own story, 600 words per minute. You, glasses by age seven. You, never stop to read the back cover even though you know what happens at the end. Chapter 431: Once upon a time there was a boy. He's not here anymore, but the branches he left all hold their leaves to the sky. You can see the outline of his shadow on the sidewalk. Chapter 1: Once upon a time there was a woman and a man, and the first time they kissed a seedling blossomed from the back of her neck.
He deserves better than to be compared to Augustus Waters in my opinion. he's incredible and real and he makes me feel his words so much more than a one dimensional fictional character.
Was having a REALLY bad day and watched this, it reminded me that things will pass, people will come and go, feelings subside and you move on. thank you
Phil is an amazing storyteller. When i'm feeling sentimental or sad i came back to watch his videos and they still make me cry everytime. Thank you for introducing me to spoken words poetry, it changed my perspective on poetry💛💛💛💛💛💛
" Know that your legs are made to run , your bones are made to heal , so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else , you do not know which way is up "
The most perfect poem every wrtitten... I have listened to this so many time since it has been published and my thought has never changed. Thank you, you inspire me.
I still don't know how he does it. How every single letter that leaves Phil Kaye's mouth embodies so much...RELEVANCE. I completely and utterly agree with danisofia5. Phil, you and Sarah are simply inspiring :)
it saddens me to know there’s people who don’t really get spoken word poetry. its amazing how, as he speaks, i feel the electricity in my body. there’s only few things that make me feel this way.
“And the boy loved the tree . . . very much. And the tree was happy.” I’m not sure if it was intentional to have The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein, nuances - but, nonetheless, it made my inner child weep. Fucking beautiful. Well. Done. Sir.
So beautiful and such a mastered art of story telling in a different art form.Esp the expressions and the gestures makes the connect deeper with the words....Just Wowww!!!
I know how you feel, I'm trying to get my friends hip to this endangered art form all the time but they don't get it either. Maybe that's the point of poetry though, you can only hear the beauty in the words when you're listening with an open heart.
he just performed one of the most beautiful poems i've ever heard in my entire life, and all people are doing in the comments is comparing him to a lame teen novel character... smh.
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written down for people who may want to know!
Every great story has a beginning, middle and end, not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories.
Chapter 389:
The boy, hair still long, fingers still too short, is 98 years old. He sits at the restaurant alone. A stranger next to him is eating something that looks vaguely delicious. The boy takes his fork, sticks it in his meal and takes a bite. He says, "I'm 98 years old. Go ahead, say something, asshole."
Chapter 14:
The boy is 8 years old, he and his best friend come up with a great idea for a prank, they are sure they will not get caught. The next morning every house on the street except his own has toilet paper on the front yard. They get caught.
Chapter 146 and the boy and the girl lived happily ever after.
Chapter 231 and the boy and the girl now never to speak to each other ever again.
Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories but not all written as chapter books.
I know. There are moments that are not meant to be bound that we scribble too much in the margins to read our own page numbers. Like the night you thought you were invincible, ran out into the lightning storm with a million keys tied to a million kites and a clench in your jaw and said "Take me with you goddammit, I dare you."
And the weeks when you finally reach out to feel your father's cheeks, and just found paper cuts.
I know, the nights we shatter our glasses to fall asleep, the afternoons we take photographs of our own shadows just to prove that we left a mark.
And know the wetness of your lips, know that you are the leaf of the tree of your parent's first kiss. If you hold your shrubs to the sky you can see their veins there.
Know that in later chapters you will complain about how things were better back in your day. Give yourself lots to complain about.
Know that your legs are made to run, your bones are made to heal, so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else you do not know which way is up. Knowing, that one day you may fall out, know exactly which way is down. Call your mother crying like the first day you were born. "Baby," She will call you. "Baby it is okay. Every great story has a beginning, middle and ending not necessarily in that order."
Chapter 189, the boy too old now to celebrate his birthdays and too young to treasure them, uses his fists. Punches his own reflection to see if it is real, breaks his hand back into the opposite of the fist, a conch shell of sea. He holds it to his ear and can hear the ocean of his own bloodline. Stand up boy, not just with your legs.
You, be your own story, 600 words per minute.
You, glasses by age seven.
You, never stop to read the back cover even though you know what happens at the end.
Chapter 431:
Once upon a time there was a boy. He's not here anymore, but the branches he left all hold their leaves to the sky. You can see the outline of his shadow on the sidewalk.
Chapter 1:
Once upon a time there was a woman and a man, and the first time they kissed a seedling blossomed from the back of her neck.
Thanks you really appreciate it
"Let yourself fall so deep into somebody else, you do not know which way is up."
I love that the story started with the boy's parent's first kiss and not conception. That was beautiful.
Watching in 2023 still come back to watch this so many times
"You are a leaf off of the tree of your parent's first kiss
He deserves better than to be compared to Augustus Waters in my opinion. he's incredible and real and he makes me feel his words so much more than a one dimensional fictional character.
I agree!
oh my god, Phil Kaye and Sarah Kay are like the exact same person ! incredible :D
Poems like these make me feel alive
May I say, I cried that was so beautiful.
Was having a REALLY bad day and watched this, it reminded me that things will pass, people will come and go, feelings subside and you move on. thank you
Phil is an amazing storyteller. When i'm feeling sentimental or sad i came back to watch his videos and they still make me cry everytime. Thank you for introducing me to spoken words poetry, it changed my perspective on poetry💛💛💛💛💛💛
" Know that your legs are made to run , your bones are made to heal , so let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else , you do not know which way is up "
The most perfect poem every wrtitten... I have listened to this so many time since it has been published and my thought has never changed. Thank you, you inspire me.
I still don't know how he does it. How every single letter that leaves Phil Kaye's mouth embodies so much...RELEVANCE. I completely and utterly agree with danisofia5. Phil, you and Sarah are simply inspiring :)
Hey so this was spectacular...just a suggestion....marry me? I'll settle for a hug but I won't hesitate for your hand in marriage.
Can I.... Can I just marry the words of this? Am I allowed to steal the pictures he drew in my mind and keep them for myself?
I've watched this so many times... definitely one of my top 3 favorite poems!
you reallt can see that sarah kay inspires him and vice versa
Tonight I found this wonder-filled nook of RUclips. I don't think I will be visiting the other side for a while.
let yourself fall so deeply into somebody else you do not know which way is up.
his flow gives me chills
Beautiful,funny and intelligent. So much like book characters, but there's something in him that's different; he's human. '-'
After five years, I'm watching this again.
Had to watch this one before the 2018 version. He changed so much!
why would someone dislike this? this is beautiful! ❤️
He and Sarah Kay shatter me every single time
Sarah Kaye SAID THE EXACT SAME THING XD He said, "Every great story had a beginning middle and an end... Not necessarily in that order"
They're best friends ha
Also it’s a Tim Burton quote
Sarah Kay is better
this is absolutely beautiful
That just made me get emotional.... And I've heard this poem many times before.... it's so beautiful
it saddens me to know there’s people who don’t really get spoken word poetry. its amazing how, as he speaks, i feel the electricity in my body. there’s only few things that make me feel this way.
Omg the love of my life...
This. Is. Beautiful. I got goosebumps.
+Reina Fe this is funny cause of your profile pic
damn it he's the embodiment of augustus waters
I'm crying.. so goddamn beautiful!!
and you are a brilliant story teller Phil Kaye I enjoyed it so much
i love the way he speaks more than anything
When I grow up...I want to be just like Phil Kaye!
He inspires me to do great things. I hope that he always makes poetry. I love his poem repetition♥️
“And the boy loved the tree . . . very much. And the tree was happy.”
I’m not sure if it was intentional to have The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein, nuances - but, nonetheless, it made my inner child weep. Fucking beautiful.
Well. Done. Sir.
So beautiful and such a mastered art of story telling in a different art form.Esp the expressions and the gestures makes the connect deeper with the words....Just Wowww!!!
Love Phil Kaye's poems..
this is just too beautiful.
Phil Kaye is the best man I still don't know.
Mindblowing! Love it.
"Know that in later chapters you will complain that things were better in your day. Give yourself lots
i love this part of youtube.
I love the sound of his voice.
This man this man.
Love this so much
I recited this poem for my english class
By far my favorite poem
My favorite poem.
another masterpiece!
I know how you feel, I'm trying to get my friends hip to this endangered art form all the time but they don't get it either. Maybe that's the point of poetry though, you can only hear the beauty in the words when you're listening with an open heart.
His voice :*
youre so pure!! im in love with your words..
This is so beautiful 💙
blow away like leaves in autumn, thank you
It says December, Twenty Eleven as in December, 2011.
Stunning!
This reminds me of the giving tree so much.
Revisiting this after 7 years….. and it’s so.. strange. It feels more…. painful now.
What a great performance, though I'm not sure I totally understand the meaning behind his words
he just performed one of the most beautiful poems i've ever heard in my entire life, and all people are doing in the comments is comparing him to a lame teen novel character... smh.
That was some ammazing analogy he gottt
The first time I read the title as "Beginning, Miracle & End"
Brilliant. Dig this kid.
Even for Phil, this is exceptional.
Meanwhile everyone here wants to marry you....could you please just give Sarah a hug for me. Thank you and make it tight.
This reminds me a lot of Sarah Kay's "If I should have a daughter"
♥♥♥
He reminds me of Augustus Waters, so intelligent so smart so hot lol
+BrooksSwiftDuet Yup!
Also Will Cooper from Slammed!
True 😁
❤
there are moments that are not meant to be bound
this reminds me of 500 days of summer.
You, stand up, boy not only with your legs.
faulkner in love
Every story has a beginning, middle and end not necesserily in that order.
I'm trying to like this but i just don't know yet.
If you decide to just give @Patricia Kamara the hug, would you marry me?
loooks exactly like jackson rathbone!
you remind me of Jackson Rathbone
MARRYYY MEEE🙈
you are a leaf off of the tree of your parents first kiss... doctor who reference(the impossible girl!) right there
He looks like the twilight guy.
👌👌👌👌👌👌👌
*SHE SAID
Marry me
someone put the lyrics in here
He looks like natt woolf jfc
"Dec, 11.2012" this date hasn't come yet...
sounds like john mullaney the comedian
oooooooohhhhhh.... Dx i fail....
to complain about."
Looks lik
lol