When she got to the 'maybe love is a vestigial organ' I was speechless. Melissa never disappoints; every poem is like a beautifully constructed and complex story with so much meaning. I love how she referenced some of her other poems in this piece.
"Maybe love is a vestigial organ Something we should’ve grown out of a long time ago Something we all have anyway Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle of the night Something that always hurts us on the way out" LOVE
I saw her perform at a slam in Lexington KY and gosh it was amazing. I spoke to her after the show and she was really nice and I got a picture with her and EEEEEEKKKKK!
This may be a few words off but here's a transcript. My tonsils are two kids at the middle school dance. Usher's "yeah" has just come on, and they're bumpin and grindin up against each other and it's really awkward but they're having a good time. And the math teach keeps coming between them with a red cup. Adkin them to leave room for Jesus. But nothing. Is stopping. This. Love. The the math tea- the nurse doesn't think my description is funny. "Strep throat is serious." She says. "It can lead to cardiac arrest if you keep getting it" so maybe my tonsils are in an older more serious relationship. The kind where you don't tell anyone that anything is wrong because it's the only way that you've know love. The nurse asks me "how long have they been like this?" I say, "I don't know, always." Which is something I told my boyfriend as in how long I would love him for. She asks me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much it hurts. I say "I don't know, I stopped feeling things a long time ago." Something i told my boyfriend eventually too. She says "I'm not here to talk to you about your love life. You just really need surgery." I tell her "I don't have the time to plan for that kind of surgery." She's says "there's never really a right time for it, you just have to do it." Which is what I thought on the coldest days when he was the warmest thing around. I can't keep denying how sick my tonsils are making me waking up in the middle the night gasping for air the so surgery is quick. But the recovery time is the worst because the older we get we have- our bodies have a harder time of letting things go. Tonsils are a vestigial organ meant from preventing decease from entering the body. And we never noticed how sick we made each other. Our pillows covered in germs that meant really well. And for a week my throats is covered in scabs, I have to learn to swallow, for a week I throw up all the pain killers. I send pictures to my friends of all of the progress. Sometimes the body wants you to feel everything and then show it off. And I keep trying to find things that best match my heart. Underwear on the floor. Stop light stuck on yellow. Violinist in Harvard square covering usher's 'you've got it bad'. But maybe I've seen thinking of the wrong organ. Maybe love is a vestigial organ. Something we should've grown out of a long time ago but all have anyway. Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle of the night. Something that always hurts us on the way out.
maybe I've been thinking the wrong organ. may be love is a vestigial organ. Something we should've grown out off a long time ago. Something we all have anyway. Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle night--Something, that always hurts us on a way out.
A bit lacking, but impressive comparison between tonsils and love. "Conceit" (strange comparison), as it's called in the metaphysical poetry tradition. :) Interesting piece.
My tonsils are two kids and the middle school dance. Usher’s “yeah” has just come on. And their bumping, and grinding up against each other. And it’s really awkward but they’re having a good time. And the math teacher keeps coming in between them with a red cup, asking them to leave room for Jesus, but nothing is stopping this love. The math teacher, I mean the nurse, doesn’t think my description is funny. Strep throat is serious she says. It can lead to cardiac arrest if you keep getting it so maybe my tonsils are in an older, more serious relationship. The kind where you don’t tell anyone that things are wrong. Because it’s the only way you’ve known love. And your own mouth. She asked me how long they’ve been like this. I say I don’t know always. Which is something I told my boyfriend, as in how long I would love him for. She asked me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much it hurts. I say I don’t know. I stopped feeling things along time ago. Something I told my boyfriend eventually too. She says, I’m not here to talk to you about your love life. You just really need surgery. I tell her I don’t have the time to plan for that kind of surgery. She says there’s never really a right time, you just have to do it. Which is what I thought on the coldest days, when he was the warmest thing around. And I can’t keep denying how sick my tonsils are making me. I can’t keep waking up in the middle of the night gasping for air. So the surgery is quick, but the recovery time is the worst. Because the older we get the harder time we have. The harder time our bodies have of letting things go. Tonsils are a vestigial organ meant from preventing diseases from entering the body. And we never noticed how sick we made each other in the winter. Our pillows covered in germs. And for a week my throat is covered in scabs, I have to learn how to swallow. For a week, I throw up all of the painkillers. I sent pictures to my friends of all of the progress. Sometimes the body wants you to to feel everything and then show it off. And I keep trying to find a things that best match my heart. Underwear on the floor. Stop light stuck on yellow. Violinist in Harvard Square playing ushers you’ve got it bad. But maybe I’ve been thinking of the wrong Organ. Maybe love is a vestigial organ. Something we should’ve grown out of a long time ago. Something we all have anyway. Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle of the night. Something that always hurts us on the way out.
How the hell did you make a poem about your damn tonsils so good and deep and about love. Like wthdycuh
When she got to the 'maybe love is a vestigial organ' I was speechless.
Melissa never disappoints; every poem is like a beautifully constructed and complex story with so much meaning. I love how she referenced some of her other poems in this piece.
"Maybe love is a vestigial organ
Something we should’ve grown out of a long time ago
Something we all have anyway
Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle of the night
Something that always hurts us on the way out" LOVE
The thing I love most about Melissa's poems is her rhythm. It's so poignant and makes the important metaphors really strong
I literally got so excited to press the like button so that I could support her in some way.
I've heard this poem several times and each time it gets better with the added lines.
of the people i have never met I think Melissa is my favorite
"maybe love is a vestigial organ, something we should have grown out of a long time ago." i love this too much my heart has been stabbed
One of my favourite poems I love it so much
This is my favorite poem of her. So underrated, needs more attention, needs more views.
I saw her perform at a slam in Lexington KY and gosh it was amazing. I spoke to her after the show and she was really nice and I got a picture with her and EEEEEEKKKKK!
I love her i wish she did more
OG MY GOD I LOVE HER
I always come back to this poem. Great piece.
I am convinced Melissa cannot write a poem I won't enjoy
I love her sm
that last line got me good.
this is so wonderful and well written, i am in awe
i just love her she's so great
I can't stop listening to this poem ^.^
I love this so much, I really needed this right now
my favorite poem is back!!!
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will you be posting them up after? im so bummed i missed out!!
she's so amazing 😌
So good
Ik this is awesome
i wish youtube had something stronger than like for me to click
Wow. Interesting comparison. Beautifully spoken.
this is so beautiful
That was amazing
This was amazing
This reminds me of a poem I wrote comparing love to something it seems strange to compare it to
that was great wow
Wow
This may be a few words off but here's a transcript.
My tonsils are two kids at the middle school dance. Usher's "yeah" has just come on, and they're bumpin and grindin up against each other and it's really awkward but they're having a good time. And the math teach keeps coming between them with a red cup. Adkin them to leave room for Jesus. But nothing. Is stopping. This. Love.
The the math tea- the nurse doesn't think my description is funny. "Strep throat is serious." She says. "It can lead to cardiac arrest if you keep getting it" so maybe my tonsils are in an older more serious relationship. The kind where you don't tell anyone that anything is wrong because it's the only way that you've know love. The nurse asks me "how long have they been like this?" I say, "I don't know, always." Which is something I told my boyfriend as in how long I would love him for. She asks me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much it hurts. I say "I don't know, I stopped feeling things a long time ago." Something i told my boyfriend eventually too. She says "I'm not here to talk to you about your love life. You just really need surgery." I tell her "I don't have the time to plan for that kind of surgery." She's says "there's never really a right time for it, you just have to do it." Which is what I thought on the coldest days when he was the warmest thing around. I can't keep denying how sick my tonsils are making me waking up in the middle the night gasping for air the so surgery is quick. But the recovery time is the worst because the older we get we have- our bodies have a harder time of letting things go. Tonsils are a vestigial organ meant from preventing decease from entering the body. And we never noticed how sick we made each other. Our pillows covered in germs that meant really well. And for a week my throats is covered in scabs, I have to learn to swallow, for a week I throw up all the pain killers. I send pictures to my friends of all of the progress. Sometimes the body wants you to feel everything and then show it off. And I keep trying to find things that best match my heart. Underwear on the floor. Stop light stuck on yellow. Violinist in Harvard square covering usher's 'you've got it bad'. But maybe I've seen thinking of the wrong organ. Maybe love is a vestigial organ. Something we should've grown out of a long time ago but all have anyway. Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle of the night. Something that always hurts us on the way out.
Jim Miller you are an angel!
thx for being inclusive
Noku M thank you 🙈
bibiana no problem! ☺️
maybe I've been thinking the wrong organ. may be love is a vestigial organ. Something we should've grown out off a long time ago. Something we all have anyway. Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle night--Something, that always hurts us on a way out.
Her voice reminds me of Blythe's but her appearance reminds me of Demi Lovato, that's so cool
A bit lacking, but impressive comparison between tonsils and love. "Conceit" (strange comparison), as it's called in the metaphysical poetry tradition. :) Interesting piece.
My tonsils are two kids and the middle school dance. Usher’s “yeah” has just come on.
And their bumping, and grinding up against each other. And it’s really awkward but they’re having a good time.
And the math teacher keeps coming in between them with a red cup, asking them to leave room for Jesus, but nothing is stopping this love.
The math teacher, I mean the nurse, doesn’t think my description is funny.
Strep throat is serious she says. It can lead to cardiac arrest if you keep getting it so maybe my tonsils are in an older, more serious relationship.
The kind where you don’t tell anyone that things are wrong. Because it’s the only way you’ve known love. And your own mouth.
She asked me how long they’ve been like this. I say I don’t know always. Which is something I told my boyfriend, as in how long I would love him for.
She asked me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much it hurts. I say I don’t know. I stopped feeling things along time ago. Something I told my boyfriend eventually too.
She says, I’m not here to talk to you about your love life. You just really need surgery. I tell her I don’t have the time to plan for that kind of surgery. She says there’s never really a right time, you just have to do it.
Which is what I thought on the coldest days, when he was the warmest thing around. And I can’t keep denying how sick my tonsils are making me. I can’t keep waking up in the middle of the night gasping for air.
So the surgery is quick, but the recovery time is the worst. Because the older we get the harder time we have.
The harder time our bodies have of letting things go. Tonsils are a vestigial organ meant from preventing diseases from entering the body.
And we never noticed how sick we made each other in the winter. Our pillows covered in germs. And for a week my throat is covered in scabs, I have to learn how to swallow.
For a week, I throw up all of the painkillers. I sent pictures to my friends of all of the progress. Sometimes the body wants you to to feel everything and then show it off.
And I keep trying to find a things that best match my heart. Underwear on the floor. Stop light stuck on yellow. Violinist in Harvard Square playing ushers you’ve got it bad.
But maybe I’ve been thinking of the wrong Organ. Maybe love is a vestigial organ. Something we should’ve grown out of a long time ago. Something we all have anyway. Something that makes us gasp for air in the middle of the night.
Something that always hurts us on the way out.
damn.
She reminds me of a younger Demi lovato
🍀🇲🇨👍🌏
In case I can move on from this poem, I don't.
I'm watching this while having strep throat
she reminds me of Hayley Atwell in this video
"maybe love is a vestigial organ" damn
wow i really relate to this. my tonsils are in love and i am not.
damn
😭
she reminds me of Demi Lovato
Oghogho Asemota I was looking for that comment. Btw are you from Nigeria?
Elisa Appasamy yes I am
Oghogho Asemota :) okay. I know someone with the same first name as you.
Elisa Appasamy Cool...where are they from? What state in Nigeria?
Oghogho Asemota Benin city if i remember clearly. But now living in mauritius island. Where i live :)
She looks a lot like Demi Lovato. I almost thought that was her in the thumbnail.
She kinda looks like Melanie Martinez
demi lovato???!!??!!!!