OKC Grand Slam poem...
Here's the poem I did at the slam 2 nights ago...
Finished 10 hours before the bout.
I wake with the scent of your hair in my nostrils
and know you were walking in my dreams
Once the goosebumps leave my skin
I remember "we" is a term
I can no longer use in reference to us
And yet there you were
shaping my dreamscape
with all the good we used to be
and I smile
I remember our first kiss
as clearly as our first fight
and our fights were fun
See, for two black belts
argueing turns into sparring
sparring turns into foreplay
wich turns into fucking amazing sex!!!
like if "Sid and Nancy"
starred Jet Li as Sid and Michelle Yeoh as Nancy
you were my punk rock kung fu goddess
those bad but awesome punker jokes
like sending me six chicken hearts
with knitting needles thorugh them
for valentine's day
Singing along to "Aneurysm" by Nirvana
"Love you so much it makes me sick ah-ha"
you tried so hard to sound like Kurt
you almost actually threw up
the thing about dreams and memories
is they are just that
in the waking world "we" don't exist anymore
and I have to ask why you keep coming back
Did you know they wouldn't let let me
go to your funeral?
Is that why I was in your sucide note?
It's been thirteen years
and I'm done cursing a god I don't believe in
for giving you to me and then taking you away
cried every tear I had over losing you
and always somehow manage to find more
every time you come here
again I ask why?
are you looking for the answer you didn't find
in the bottom of that bottle?
want to hear again how you were the only one
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?
You knew that before you left this world
so these dreams are just cruelty
you win
I will die alone
because no one will ever compare to the dead girl
so please leave me alone
It's been thirteen years
I have every "I love you"
you ever whispered in my ear
and a Concrete Blonde CD I can no longer listen to
make these words our kiss goodbye
put an expiration date on my grief
I love you
but I don't want to hurt like this anymore
copyright2010PissPoorProductions.
Finished 10 hours before the bout.
I wake with the scent of your hair in my nostrils
and know you were walking in my dreams
Once the goosebumps leave my skin
I remember "we" is a term
I can no longer use in reference to us
And yet there you were
shaping my dreamscape
with all the good we used to be
and I smile
I remember our first kiss
as clearly as our first fight
and our fights were fun
See, for two black belts
argueing turns into sparring
sparring turns into foreplay
wich turns into fucking amazing sex!!!
like if "Sid and Nancy"
starred Jet Li as Sid and Michelle Yeoh as Nancy
you were my punk rock kung fu goddess
those bad but awesome punker jokes
like sending me six chicken hearts
with knitting needles thorugh them
for valentine's day
Singing along to "Aneurysm" by Nirvana
"Love you so much it makes me sick ah-ha"
you tried so hard to sound like Kurt
you almost actually threw up
the thing about dreams and memories
is they are just that
in the waking world "we" don't exist anymore
and I have to ask why you keep coming back
Did you know they wouldn't let let me
go to your funeral?
Is that why I was in your sucide note?
It's been thirteen years
and I'm done cursing a god I don't believe in
for giving you to me and then taking you away
cried every tear I had over losing you
and always somehow manage to find more
every time you come here
again I ask why?
are you looking for the answer you didn't find
in the bottom of that bottle?
want to hear again how you were the only one
I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?
You knew that before you left this world
so these dreams are just cruelty
you win
I will die alone
because no one will ever compare to the dead girl
so please leave me alone
It's been thirteen years
I have every "I love you"
you ever whispered in my ear
and a Concrete Blonde CD I can no longer listen to
make these words our kiss goodbye
put an expiration date on my grief
I love you
but I don't want to hurt like this anymore
copyright2010PissPoorProductions.