I don't know why but she looks different like healthier happier and it's really lovely

@Mountaingoat4234

5 жыл бұрын

That's just what I was thinking

@farahildestorres9004

5 жыл бұрын

I also feel like she looks healthier. Maybe more peaceful

@godspeaks3507

5 жыл бұрын

N. J. Saroff : people like you who notice 😭❤️🌹💋

@destinyheath6583

5 жыл бұрын

Yes. I’m so happy for her. Depression is hard but she looks like she’s doing a lot better

@MScrista24

5 жыл бұрын

N. J. Saroff YES MY THOUGHTS

I see Sabrina, I jump. Then I click.

@btmaria

5 жыл бұрын

Same here, she's my favorite.. She gives me chills all the time.

“I drink as if I’m trying to save the world from drowning. To get my memories so drunk, they might forget themselves by morning but the trauma of daydreaming. The curse of muscle memory; my body keeps your secrets.” Damn!

*How to Fold a Memory* Our brains remember the infliction of pain via physical, psychological or emotional, we remember what is bad as in means to avoid it in the future, so let's start at the beginning. I remember the shape my hand held while in yours like origami prayer, like flower petals returning home, i remember the rose petals, falling from your fingers, leading from the bedroom to the doorway, like a trail of breadcrumbs, or drops of blood, the scent of cinnamon, how you would sprinkle it into my coffee like fresh ground snowflakes, i can't take cinnamon in my coffee without being hungry for your laughter, i am hungry for your laughter but my mouth tastes like the slow dissolved of the last i love you that refuse to leave it. Remember the river? How we danced to the sound of it rushing? How you hummed to radiohead in harmony? Well, that song haunts my house of cards, how i wish it would just collapse, how i wish i could forget how i got here, how did i get here? I was carried in the teeth of your charm, or i walked, i marched, i was a turning cheek parade, i wasn't paying attention to the highlighted root, or the was no map and i just got lost, but with every journey back into our past it becomes harder to find our way there, our brains are constantly rewriting the path, rewriting what we remember, so let's start at the end. It was by little sugar creak in the warm Kentucky breeze that we stood off unfolding in silence, in silence it's impossible to tell what the other person is thinking without looking them in the eyes, and you would not look me in the eyes, so by little sugar creak i let the warm breeze reach you in place of my origami hands, and since i have been practicing forgetting, i've kissed the sky more times than i ever kissed you, i inhale purple haze in attempts to smoke out the correlation between you and the scent of cinnamon, i drink as if i'm trying to save the world from drowning, to get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning, but the trauma of daydreaming, the curse of muscle memory, my body keeps your secrets, how do i teach my mouth to shake out the reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile?, my wrist to forget the arches and curves of your name? my ears to hear songs without the ghost of you inside of them? and worse, in the spasm of remembering i can not tell if my past keeps slipping into the present, or my present keeps slipping into the past, still my body wears your fingerprints like a home address. I loose memories like baby teeth, but you are a stubborn molar refusing to leave. we cannot control what we remember, but we can control how we remember, so i shake cinnamon into my coffee and i don't think of you, i write your name over and over until it no longer holds any meaning, i fold my memories of you, craft them paper wings in hope they may one day drift away into amnesia and you may finally leave me without a trace.

@McLuisa100

5 жыл бұрын

Alex Guerrero thank you so much

@amcessa1659

5 жыл бұрын

A REAL LIFE SUPERHERO

@godspeaks3507

5 жыл бұрын

Alex Guerrero thank you

@edieengels4755

5 жыл бұрын

**reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile

I remember watching her poem of "explaining my depression to my mother" for the first time and wanting to hug her bc of her shakiness!! she's come so far and i teared up at this poem, shes wonderful!!

@noseyfoil5555

5 жыл бұрын

Same! I listen to that poem everyday and when I saw this I was so excited to watch it, she seems so much healthier and calmer and just love her

@Julhi_Verma19

5 жыл бұрын

ejay reyes her shakiness is me daily. I go back to it cause it makes me feel normal and not doing

@Julhi_Verma19

5 жыл бұрын

Alone

There’s something enrapturing about how she takes the small things and organically magnifies them. And in the same flip, she takes the giants and turns them into fireflies. She makes big monsters less scary, something you can hold and analyze and discard. She is the embodiment of bravery, and if she had a superpower, it would be whispering monsters to sleep.

@family_of_traits

5 жыл бұрын

Wow..that was incredible do you write as well

@nk6522

4 жыл бұрын

This is poetry in itself

"I've been practicing forgetting"

Wow. Fuck. I am completely positive she cannot create something I will not love with my entire being. This was beautiful💛😭

Sabrina made me cry again. For her. For me. For the pain of remembering. For the need to forget. For every single line of truth this poem holds.

@JJ-yv7kt

5 жыл бұрын

Your reply made me tear up!

I wonder how hard it was to memorize this poem

@JJ-yv7kt

5 жыл бұрын

OMG I am glad I am not the only one who had that thought lol...

@moumoi9341

5 жыл бұрын

It's not hard at all when you have written the poem on your own.

@hobbojoe097

5 жыл бұрын

it used to be a team piece she performed with someone else

@godspeaks3507

5 жыл бұрын

SingStreet 😂 I also think the same thing

“The trauma of daydreaming... the curse of muscle-memory...” I feel this so hard.... beautiful.

I finally forgot the face of my first love. It only took 10 years. Wonder if I would recognize him if I saw him again. You get there, and this is a PERFECT description. I love that she also associated several songs with her love; to me, that's one of the hardest things to separate. This is just breathtaking. Thank you.

wow i didn’t think it was possible for me to love sabrina benaim any more than i already do

"We cannot control what we remember but we can control how we remember so I shake cinnamon into my coffee And I dont think of you I write your name over and over until no longer holds any meaning I fold my memories of you craft them paper wings in hopes they might one day drift off into amnesia And you might finally leave me without a trace"- Sabrina Benaim Her performance and her poem so amusing

i’m a fairly simple gal. i see sabrina, i click.

@nicolem2704

5 жыл бұрын

We is simple people

There will never be a poet I will love more than Sabrina. I love what she can do with words.

I just lost someone and this poem just fits me so well. Just in time. I've always love Sabrina and her way of expressing so much with such beautiful imagery in her words. Thank you so much for being so sublime.

"my body keeps your secrets" DAMN

This came just in the right moment. I really needed this

i relate to her so much its unreal how perfectly she describes my feelings but they are hers too...wow.

this is the most beautiful poem i've ever heard. i'm truly touched. congratulations girl, you are an inspiration

I started watching button poetry when I first watched Sabrina's poetry "Explaining My Depression to My Mother". And now I got addicted making and listening their poetry. I love it 💜

“My ears to hear songs without the ghost of you inside of them-“ “-the trauma of daydreaming” Sabrina just keeps on delivering these lines full of power and emotion. I think she speaks directly to the soul. (Also she does look so wonderful and peaceful and I hope she is doing well and I love her so much)

I listen to Sabrina's poems, and something in me wants to cry because she brings up a part of my own reality that I'm always folding.

My favorite poet for all of time.

Her poems are always so beautiful and alive

I love seeing her and her poems always resonate with my life.

WWOOOOWWWW!!!! THE IMAGERY IS AMAZING. THE POEM IS BEAUTIFULLY CRAFTED♡♡♡♡♡

You spoke my heart today..thank you!

I love every single poem this channel has to offer ❤

Still one of my favorite poems it's so beautiful

This is such a well written poem, I loved all of the analogies and anecdotes so much!!

This was exactly what I needed to hear right now, god she's incredible at painting imagery.

That was beautiful. I was curious to see how it would end and I loved the way it did.

This. Again. Beautiful.

Her poetry is so powerful

so so so beautiful i’ll never get enough of her :(

SHE LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL, LOVE YOU SABRINA, SUPPORT YOU ALWAYS AS A PERSON, AND AN ARTIST!

I live this. Thank you that’s beautiful.

omg i love this one

Omg. I needed this so much. Ty❤️❤️

This just shook me to my core

Omg this almost made me cry!

I’m reading her book and I am just obsessed. Slam is my drug. Sabrina is part of that to me.

just about to practice forgetting. thank you for this, Sabrina.

My favorite poet. ❤️

My absolute favourite

Sabrina! 😍🖤 one of the greatest..

I love this❤

I can relate seeing how I’m going through the motions of trying to fold my emotions like an envelope.

This is soooo beautiful

This poem is in her AMAZING book I believe.

Love this!

i never want to like sabrina.... i always end up liking sabrina lol. love it. so good. perfect, again.

I love this so very much.

Sabrina rocks💜

This was beautiful!

My favorite poet

Beautiful!

She looks so happy these days and I love that

SABRINAAA IS SO PRECIOUS 😭💖

YEEESSS MY FAVORITE POET❤️❤️

Wonderful. Thank you.

@ButtonPoetry

3 жыл бұрын

Thank you!

I wish I could take your pain away. My story differs slightly from yours but I can relate a lot to the sentiment of this poem

Beautiful

Beautiful words as always 🙂

Something I needed to hear

I have now heard 2 of her poems and absolutely fucking love her!!!! The poems are so deep and actually relate to myself in different ways looking forward to reading her book

Amazing

keep up the good work in you.

Amazing...

"To get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning. " 💜

I love her.

so good

That “oof”, right before the video ended was powerful. That was a Beautiful, emotional and an empowering poem 🙏🏽 That boy is a GD FOOL!!! I’d donate my spare kidney for a chance to be in his shoes by that river. I would have founded your origami hands into a swan and flapped it’s wings around me and wouldn’t have let you go without a fight.

I don't think I can listen to one of your poems without crying. Sabrina, you are the inspiration every poet dreams of embodying. Your poems have influenced my writing so much. Thank you.

YES SABRINA GO QUEEN

your poetry makes me sad in a good way 💔

the way i always come back here, as to not unfold the memories.

we can't control what we remember, but we can control how we remember

This version is so much diff. From the one she did in 2017

I LOVE SABRINA!!! Mwah

I LOVE SABRINA!!!!

Guuuuurrrrrlll👏🏻

"we can not control what we remember, but we can can control how we remember it.

My mom put the presents under the tree today, does anyone know the dimensions of her book so I can measure my presents to see if I got it 😂😂😂

I drink as if I’m trying to save the world from drowning 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

How to Fold a Memory Sabrina Benaim Our brains remember the infliction of pain via physical, psychological or emotional. We remember what is bad as in means to avoid it in the future, so let's start at the beginning. I remember the shape my hand held while in yours like origami prayer, like flower petals returning home. I remember the rose petals, falling from your fingers, leading from the bedroom to the doorway, like a trail of breadcrumbs, or drops of blood. The scent of cinnamon, how you would sprinkle it into my coffee like fresh ground snowflakes. I can't take cinnamon in my coffee without being hungry for your laughter. I am hungry for your laughter, but my mouth tastes like the slow dissolve of the last ‘I love you’ that refused to leave it. Remember the river? How we danced to the sound of it rushing? How you hummed Radiohead in harmony? Well, that song haunts my house of cards, how I wish it would just collapse, how I wish I could forget how I got here. How did I get here? I was carried in the teeth of your charm, or I walked. I marched; I was a turning cheek parade. I wasn't paying attention to the highlighted root, or the was no map and I just got lost, but with every journey back into our past it becomes harder to find our way there. Our brains are constantly rewriting the path, rewriting what we remember, so let's start at the end. It was by Little Sugar Creek in the warm Kentucky breeze that we stood off unfolding in silence. In silence, it's impossible to tell what the other person is thinking without looking them in the eyes, and you would not look me in the eyes, so by Little Sugar Creek I let the warm breeze reach you in place of my origami hands, and since I have been practicing forgetting. I’ve kissed the sky more times than I ever kissed you. I inhale purple haze in an attempt to smoke out the correlation between you and the scent of cinnamon. I drink as if I am trying to save the world from drowning, to get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning, but the trauma of daydreaming, the curse of muscle memory, my body keeps your secrets. How do I teach my mouth to shake out the reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile? My wrist to forget the arcs and curves of your name? My ears to hear songs without the ghost of you inside of them? And worse, in these spasms of remembering I cannot tell if my past keeps slipping into the present, or my present keeps slipping into the past. Still, my body wears your fingerprints like a home address. I lose memories like baby teeth, but you are a stubborn molar refusing to leave. We cannot control what we remember, but we can control how we remember. So, I shake cinnamon into my coffee, and I don't think of you. I write your name over and over until it no longer holds any meaning. I fold my memories of you, craft them paper wings in hopes they may one day drift away into amnesia and you might finally leave me without a trace.

@ButtonPoetry

Жыл бұрын

Thank you Beca!

Addicted to metaphors

❤️

The trauma of daydreaming 😭

"I cannot tell if my past keeps slipping into the present or my present keeps slipping into the past"

Fuck, this one got me, folks - especially the ending.

i find myself again crying at five am because of this poem. forever in love with it.

my god.🥺

How do I teach my mouth to shake out the reflection of your etch-a-sketch smile? *snaps*

Wish I can say that to some one that I have to forget.

“My body keeps your secrets”

i can't tell if my past keeps slipping into the present or my present keeps slipping into the past

And since I have been practicing forgetting, I've kissed the sky more times then I ever kissed you. I drink as if I am trying to save the world from drowning. To get my memories so drunk they might forget themselves by morning.