"i only doused myself in gasoline when you handed me that match because i was tired of being a metaphor i mean, why is it always about burning? we never did find that bridge" omg

I recognised her voice but I couldn't recognise your face. I looked through the poems I had saved and going hers, explains depression to my mother. Seeing her now, the way her hair falls and the colour in her checks, she looks so much healthier. I see the flicker of hope within her eye now. She has come so far and I'm glad to see this. Thank you, for giving me hope

She's one of my favorite spoken word poets ahhh this is amazing

Did you think about adding the words of poems in the decription box? I know there is a CC option, but the lyrics there aren't always right. For me, as a foreign watcher, it is sometimes hard to understand the words while just hearing them. The poetry here is too good to not be understood in 100%!

what i love about sabrina is that she doesn't even realise how wonderful not just a poet but a person she is. i messaged her on tumblr and she replied so warm and positively and honestly like she made my day and didn't even know it. i love her so much, she is a true credit to the planet and i'm so grateful she shares her beautiful mind with us all.

“I plucked a daisy in Kentucky It told me that you loved me so I left your love there There in the dancing through, dancing around, there in the spot where I buried my expectations and the wanting of it all You know the truth hurts less when it is not parading around in front of us.” This absolutely destroyed my soul. It’s so hauntingly beautiful and speaks to every neuron in my body, I felt like I was the one doused in gasoline, set ablaze atop a pile of memories that made me mad. You’re so amazing Sabrina. Thank you for what you do.

"How it is always but never the right time.."

"And I wouldn't say I could see the music... But the music could see me."

A wink and a crooked smile, chorus of cracking knuckles, a concert of injuries. The fireflies, bats, june bugs, a I, we all saw you watching. The crickets chirped grateful for the angel’s share like goddamn, this air tastes delicious. Speaking of bourbon, Kentucky was barrels on barrels, an old-fashioned ‘yes please, cornmeal-fried catfish’, clocks with Roman numerals, and the street lamps, blugh, the street lamps, wrap around porches, the porch swings, the American flag - look, I know. There is nothing romantic about colonialism. But there was something about that architecture, right, that whispered sticky-sweet nothing, and I was stuck in the roundabout. I was inside looking out finally, see, I had been going in circles, swallowing words, dizzy, I had to lie down before the church at midnight. I had to lay time flat and still, the treetops, fireflies bats, june bugs, and I, we all stood watching the ghost ships of light sail the sea-sky. Silent treatment. The fantastic devastation of unwanted silence, that heavy slink, how it hangs with purpose, the mean easy. My tongue is well trained in the sit-still, it’s my hands that can’t keep a secret. My legs too eager to run into the music, so I went looking for our bridge to burn. And a riverbank to drown the flames, to stifle the heat, Kentucky was hot. All barefoot blue flame, and I wouldn’t say I could see the music, but the music could see me. Bare-boned wind chime, bare skin dunked in full moon feelings, swimming pool daydreams, the sticky hands of lust, tiptoeing earthquake, how it was always but never the right time. One might have found me akin to a scoop of ice cream atop soda-pop bubbles, light as air without care for the impending melt. I plucked a daisy in Kentucky. It told me that you loved me, so I left your love there. There in the dancing around, dancing through, dancing on the spot, where I buried my expectations, and the wanting of it all. You know the truth hurts less when it is not parading around in front of us. Love, the great and handsome, terrible beast, trace me back to it by a trail of smoke. See I only doused myself in gasoline when you handed me that match because I was tired of being a metaphor. I mean, why is it always about burning? We never did find that bridge. Never burnt it down. In Kentucky, there is a pile of bricks I could not use to measure the space between us. I don’t bother trying to do that anymore. There’s this condition called the rapture of the deep. It’s when a deep-sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean and cannot tell which way is up. You have always been asleep in a different bed in the same room. Kentucky felt like impossible nostalgia. And I saw you looking back. That’s it, I remember, I saw you looking back because I was looking forward. And my jaw was a clenched fist I could not throw because the truth hurts loudest when you toss it around and the echo, the echo is what drives girls like me mad with remembering.

“I had to lie time flat and still the tree tops” is my fav line. Awesome!

I absolutely love Sabrina, she is one one the main reasons why I started spoken word

YES SHE'S BACK

It’s a year later and I always find myself coming back to this specific poem. I love all of Sabrina’s work, but this one holds a special place in my heart.

she's the first person i ever heard do spoken word poetry and i have been stuck inlove ever since

just her voice alone❤

YES, SHE'S BACK!!

"I went looking for our bridge to burn" nice

"and the echo...the echo is what drives girls like me mad with remembering"

can I just like marry her or be her or something

after listening to this piece the first time I was dizzy, drowning in the lovely language. after listening to this piece for the 10th time, I now know, it was no fluke, I still feel that way, still celebrate the various and lovely ways that Sabrina approaches language

"We never did find that bridge. Never burnt it down."

I am in love. She is so deep, poetic, articulate, charismatic and so much more

"You have always been asleep in a different bed in the same room"

It took me two listenings to understand this one. Worth it.

Drawn to this video by the title. Didn't know I'd be in store for something soo different. Looove it!!!!

"you have always been asleep in a different bed in the same room" that hit me hard

She's such a ray of sunshine. A true gift to the world ❤

I cannot express my gratitude to you in words for uploading this. I wish I could meet this woman - she defines the word magic to me. I am not fond of idols and mentors but she is the one I wish to emulate. 🍻 to Sarah Benaim, the wonder woman. I hope to see more of her!

She is my favorite.

I really want to be her friend. She is such an inspiration to me.

My favorite of her poems

Sabrina is my favorite , I swear!!!

And this is why I'm subscribed.......love her words 👏👏

She is my favorite spoken word poet

I'm not sure if it's correct because I just wrote down what I heard. A wink and a cricket smile,chorus of cracking knuckles,a concert of injuries.The fireflies,bats,Jun bugs and I,we all saw you watching,the crickets tripped greyful for the angels share like goddamn this air taste delicious.Speaking of bervin,kentucky was barrels on barrels and old fashion,Yes please,corn meal fried catfish.Clocks with roaming numerals and the street lamps,wah,the street lamps wrapped around the porches,the porch swings,the American flag.Look,I know there is nothing romantic about colonialism, but there was something about that architecture right that whispered sweet sticky nothing and I was stuck in roundabout.I was inside looking out finally see.I had been going in circles,swallowing words dizzy.I had to lie down before church at midnight I had laytime flat and still the treetops.Fireflies,bats,jun bugs and I,all stood watching the goships of lake sail the sea sky.Silent treatment the fantastic devastation of unwanted silence that heavy slink how it hangs with purpose the mean easy.My tongue is well trained in sit stills,its my hands that can't keep a secret.My legs to eager to run into the music so I went looking for our bridge to burn,and a river bank to drown the flame steful the heat.Kentucky was hot all barefoot blue flame.I wouldn't say I count see that music but the music could see me.Barebone windchime,bare skin dunked in fullmoon feelings,swimming pool dreams,the sticky hands of lust,tip toeing earthquake, how it was always but never the right time.One might have found me akin to scoop of ice top soda pop bubbles,laid as air without care for the impending melt.I plucked a daisy in kentucky.You told me that you loved me so I left our love there.There in the dancing around,dancing through ,dancing on the spot where I burried my expectations and wanting of it all .You know the truth hurts less when it not parading around in front of us.Love,the great and handsome terrible beast by a trail of smoke. See,I know doused myself in gasoline when you handed me that match because I was tired of being a metaphor.I mean why is it always about burning?we never did find that bridge,never burnt it down.In kentucky there is a pile of brick I could not use to measure the distance between us.I don't bother trying to do that anymore.There's this condition called the rapture of the deep so when a deep sea divers spend too much time at the bottom of the ocean and cannot tel which way is up.You have always been asleep in a different bed in the same room. Kentucky felt like impossible nostalgia and I saw you looking back,thats it! I remember,I saw you looking back because I was looking forward amd my jaw was a clenched fist I could not throw because the truth hurts loudest when you toss it around in the echo.The echo is what drives girls like me mad with remembering.

I listen to this everyday. It speaks to me. And I'm always sad when it ends.

More than well written, I'm sure I won't forget this one any time soon. I had to listen to this again straight away to soak it all in...

She's so talented and intelligent. What a beautiful soul.

holy shit. here is the thing. I constantly look for that thing that will really cause me to stand up at cheer, rarely do I find it. today I found it. it is this poem. bravo!!

I adore her. Her poetry is wonderful. Much love

AMAZING. I love this so much.

A wink and a crooked smile. Chorus of cracking knuckles, a concert of injuries. The fireflies, bats, june bugs and I we all saw you watching. The cricket stripped grateful for the Angels share like "goddamn, this air tastes delicious". Speaking of bourbon, Kentucky was barrels on barrels, an old-fashioned "yes, please" cornmeal fried catfish. Clocks with Roman numerals and the street lamps, wha, the street lamps! Wraparound porches, the porch swings, the American flag... Look I know there is nothing romantic about colonialism, but there was something about that architecture right that whispered sticky-sweet nothing and I was stuck in the roundabout. I was inside looking out, finally see I had been going in circles, swallowing words. Dizzy, I had to lie down before the church at midnight. I had to lay time flat and still the treetops. Fireflies, bats, june bugs and I, we all stood watching the go ships of light sail the sea sky. Silent-treatment, the fantastic devastation of unwanted silence that heavy slink. How it hangs with purpose the mean easy. My tongue is well-trained in the sit still, it's my hands that can't keep a secret. My legs too eager to run into the music, so I went looking for our bridge to burn, and a riverbank to drown the flames to stifle the heat. Kentucky was hot, all barefoot, blue flame and I wouldn't see. I could see the music, but the music couldn't see me. Bare bone, wind chime, bear skin, dunked in full moon feelings. Swimming pool, daydreams, the sticky hands of lust tiptoeing, earthquake how it was always, but never the right time. One might have found me akin to a scoop of ice cream atop soda pop bubbles light as air without care for the impending melt. I plucked a daisy in Kentucky. It told me that you loved me, so I left your love there. There in the dancing around, dancing through dancing on the spot where I buried my expectations and the wanting of it all. You know the truth hurts less when it is not parading around in front of us. Love, the great and handsome terrible beast, traced me back to it by a trail of smoke. See I only doused myself in gasoline when you handed me that match because I was tired of being a metaphor. I mean, why is it always about burning? We never did find that bridge, never burned it down. In Kentucky there is a pile of bricks I could not use to measure the space between us. I don't bother trying to do that anymore. There's this condition called the rapture of the deep. It's when a deep-sea diver spends too much time at the bottom of the ocean and cannot tell which way is up. You have always been asleep in a different bed in the same room. Kentucky felt like impossible nostalgia, and I saw you looking back. That's it, I remember. I saw you looking back because I was looking forward, and my jaw was a clenched fist I could not throw because the truth hurts loudest when you toss it around. And the echo... the echo is what drives girls like me mad with remembering.

I LOVE HER, everything about her is AMAZING

Finally found the famous tumblr quote. The beauty of the metaphors. Never knew where it came from but my my it hit deep. Glad to finally be able to hear it. It sounds so beautiful 💜

my favorite poet!

This is one of my favorite poems. Ever.

This poem friggin wrecks me every time. Every time! we're living parallel lives I think.

I'm new to poetry but she's already one of my favorites!

"See I only doused myself in gasoline when you handed me that match because I was tired of being a metaphor. I mean, why is it always about burning? We never did find that bridge."-Sabrina Benaim

this is my favorite spoken word poem i love sabrina

she speaks my thoughts in such a great way

I just love her voice

❤i swear she's my favorite poet. she's so inspiring

*I love her*

I got this notification the second I finished writing my own slam poem. I swear poetry is literally the best thing that has ever happened to me!! Also does anyone know where I can preform for @buttonpoetry in England?

I pushed like button before watching this..coz I know this is one of the best..

SHE'S BACK . THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

She's my favourite!

She's really good love the enthusiasm very natural

she is my favorite, does she have any social media to follow her on??

"The truth hurts loudest when you toss it around and the echo, the echo is what drives girls like me mad with remembering."

Beautiful and so talented.

I got her book and it is absolutely amazing!!

I love this so much!

I love her.

The last part hit me hard

This is absolutely beautiful

I love this so much.

Beautiful 💜

Amazing!!

just wow

Beautiful. I would really love to know how some people interpreted this poem?

my fav!!!!!!!

living in kentucky, this feels more like words from a different mouth but a shared heart

I LOVE HER

I really enjoyed it even though I understood the 20% of it as i have started the c1 English level 2 months ago and it's quite difficult to me to understand but it is still amazing

I saw you looking back, cause I was looking forward 💕

"My tongue is well trained in the sit still, it's my hands that can't keep a secret" 🌙🌻

Deep!

i liked the video even before i watched it

ahhhhhhh sabrina. she's so rad. yay

YEESSS! THANK YOU!:D

i'm always thinking about this

that was so good oh man it made mE FEEL SOME HOW i dont have a big enough vocabulary to explain it

She's my favourite

does anyone have a transcript of her poem? i love it so much i couldnt pick a favorite line!

Sabrina is my fave

I was there.

Wow she's awesome

LOVE YOU SABRINA

i love her❤

can anyone explain what she is trying to say in this poem? I've listened through a couple times and I still just cant fully grasp it

My tongue is well trained in the "sit still, " it's my hands that can't keep a secret My legs too eager to run into the music so I went looking for our bridge to burn

She sounds amazing even thought i cant understand a think she's saying

I wish my poetry was near as good as hers, but our styles are pretty different

god, i love her poetry so fucking much

OMG SABRINAAAA

assonance and consonance so prime

beautiful

This was preformed at the most recent button poetry live right