Phase 1 : Who I Am To Poetryvibe

Sorry in Advance

PSA : I apologize for my language....

Now that the memo is out fu*k all this sh*t...

People asking the same sh*t and I'm tired of it...

Everyone asking what happen to me...

Motherfuc*er I been here you just nappin on me...

Stay woke dummies I always been here...

I haven't written in a year...

But that doesn't mean I fuc*ing disappeared..

I just know my words are no longer the most feared...

So I won't waste my time writing cause it's just falling on blind eyes...

You ever think to mind your fuc*ing business like I mind mines.. Nah cause all you motherfuc*ers waiting on someone's downfall..

So you will have something to talk about at the town mall...

Keep my name out your mouth unless you wanna catch hands.. 

Idgaf about you or the next man...

I only give a *** about my immediate circle..

Not worried about a bunch of Steve Urkels...

My fellow poets ...

The Real MVP

This game been there when I needed to express my emotions…

Helped my tears to flow like oceans…

Helped me laugh when I could not even crack a smirk…

Helped me relieve some stress from my chest when I was hurt…

Helped me lift myself up when I was laying in dirt…

Helped me overcome sadness when I was wiping my tears on my shirt..

Helped my heart beat normally when it was skipping a beat…

Helped me regain strength and get back on my feet…

Helped me find a reason to live when I when I wanted to put it to an end..

When I felt all alone it was there to be my friend…

This game has helped me overcome some serious pain and heartache..

Helped me mend my heart and mind after some heartbreak…

Nothing but loyalty and faithfulness from poetry…

I abandoned it numerous times but when I ask to come back it never said no to me…

Bezerk

See when I first started it was all about the comments...

Now im no longer worrying about that nonsense...

Its back to square one to once again begin this process...

And I will snap if by tomorrow I do not see any progress..

Cause how can I stack dollars when my poems make no sense...

It would leave me broken and hopeless..

Opening the door for me to transgress...

Knock someones teeth down their throat making it hard to digest..

How is it possible for your career to fall flat when you were at your best..

Just bear with me as I get this anger off my chest..

But please be careful of the flying objects...

If poetry was a girl, id make love to it while she was wearing a prom dress...

PureSkillz is dead this is Mark James and I'm next..

Sleeping On Me

People Asking What Happen To The Kid..

Disappeared Like I Did A Bid..

Maybe I Did…

Nah I’m Just Joking..

The Curtain Closed On Poetry But Tonight It Decided To Open..

Leaving Me To Start Hoping..

That This Is A New Beginning..

So It’s Time To Grab A Shovel And Start Digging..

Possibly Find My Old Flow And Delivery..

Maybe It’s Best To Leave That In The Past Call It History..

So What The Future Holds Is A Mystery..

Been Almost Two Years That My Poetic Mind Has Been In Captivity..

Now I’m Back To Cook This Game Like Rotisserie..

Got People Calling And Texting Saying They Missing Me..

But Little Do They Know I Hear The Chit Chat..

That Just Yesterday They Weren’t Speakin That..

Don’t Stress It Homie I Won’t Come At Your Neck..

I’m Just Coming Straight For The He...

My Disapperance

Fu*k It Just Going To Spit Straight Random..

Flow And Technique Is What I Am About To Abandon..

In Advance Excuse My French...

But I'm Tired Of Being The Sixth Man I'm Coming Off The Bench..

I Remember When I Was Once The Starter...

After A Few Years Things Began To Get Harder..

Days That Were Once Bright Became Darker..

Things That Were Once In Reach Began To Get Farther..

Things That Were Once Familiar Began To Get Strange..

I Began To Go Through A Change....

Poetic Verses Were No Longer In Range...

But Fu*k It On Some Real Sh*t...

Cause This Is It..

People Wondering What Happen To The True PureSkillz..

The One Whose Words Use To Flow Like They Were On Treadmills...

I'm Going To Explain The Disappearance Of A Legend..

The Kid Who Was Addicted To Poetry Since The Age Of Seven..

The Kid Who On School Nights Would Stay Up Past Eleven..

The...

Official Retirement

I Am An Emotionally Damaged Human Being..

People Saying I'm Not The Person They Are Use To Seeing..

It's Like I No Longer Have Life In My Body...

I Don't Feel Original I Feel Like A Copy..

People Around Asking Where PureSkillz Been..

It's Time To Explain My Hiatus So I'm Going To Let You In..

People Ask Me What Happen To PureSkillz Where'd He Go..

My Only Response Is I Don't Know...

Because That Is God's Honest Truth..

I Once Was A Legend I Literally Have The Evidence To Show You The Proof..

Now I'm A Has Been, A Washed Up Poet..

It's True Cause I Even Know It..

A Poet That A Revival Seems Highly Unlikely...

I Know This Is Not Like Me..

I'm Usually Saying I'm Back For Good...

And I Would If I Could...
But I Truly Don't Think I Should...

I Can't Even Produce Qua...

Addicted

See I Been Missing This Game...
Like A Coke Head Missing The Caine..
I Know It Is Not The Same..
But I Get The Same Feeling...
Watching The Floor While Sitting On The Ceiling..
Like Sitting On Cloud Nine..
Coke Is Their Drug But Poetry Is Mine..
I Feign To Write Rhymes..
They Feign To Snort Lines...
Their Drug Causes Damage Mine Causes Relief..
They Do It Cause Their Addicted I Do It Cause Its My Belief..
The Withdrawals From Both Are About Equal...
I'm Withdrawing From Poetry They Withdrawing From The Needle..
Their Looking For A Fix...
I'm Looking To See What Rhyme Fits..
So If You're Asking If I'm An Addict The Answer Is Yes..
Cause It Relieves My Stress...
It Makes Me Forget The Bad And Only Think Of The Good..
This Is An Addiction I Would Never Quit Even If I Could..
Cause When I Wrote Poem Numero Uno I Signed My Life..
You Going To Nee...

Denial

 It Been A Minute Since I Wrote Something Worth Submittin…
As Of Late I Just Been Spittin…
Thinking About Quittin…
People Suggesting I Should Take Up Knittin..
Then I Took A Look At Past Submissions That Were Written..
I Realized My Problem I Was Trying Too Hard To Fit In..
So Here Goes Something That Most Likely Won’t Make Sense..
Some People Might Take Offense…
So Here Is My Apology In Advance..
Cause This Could Be My Last Chance..
Or A New Start…
Maybe Continue My Love For This Art..
Who Knows But Let’s Get To It..
I Fell Off And I Knew It..
I Continuously Fought To Accept That..
Constantly Cried Till There Was A River Where I Slept At…
Pillow Drenched Blanket Soaked..
Always Tried To Rhyme But I Always Choked..
Didn’t Know What To Do So I Smoked…
One Pack Came To A Finish..

Choosing A Topic

As Joe Blasts Through My Speakers..
I Lace Up My Griffey Sneakers..
Grab A Pen Off The Desk And A Pad For My Pocket..
Cause The Poetic Verses Flow Like The Nile Even Though I Try To Stop It…
All Different Thoughts Never The Same Topic..
Some Thoughts Are Outrageous So I Try And Keep It Logic…
My Friends Starting To Think I’m Psychotic..
Because I’m Begin To Recite My Verses Out Loud..
I Would Say I Didn’t Know I Wasn’t Allowed..
Before I Know It I’m Surrounded By A Crowd..
Asking Me To Spit To This Word Or This Phrase..
Throwing My Mind Off Track Getting It Stuck In A Maze..
Caught Off Guard Now My Mind Sits In A Daze..
I Tell Them I Won’t Do It Cause I Can Go On For Days..
So I Try And Get Back My Mindset While The Crowd Still Stays..
Once Again I Insert My Headphones Into My Ears And Get Back To Work..
Start Fillin...

Thirsty

I Haven’t Been On This Site Really In Months..
But I Only Needed To Come On Here Once..
To See How These Poets Are Thirsty…
Swinging For The Fences Like They Swinging In The Derby..
I’m Posting Poem Number 3 While Some Of Them Hitting Thirty..
I’m Not Saying All These Poets Are Garbage Cause Some Are Dirty…
Don’t Want You Poets Getting Mad Puffing Out Your Cheeks Like Kirby..
It’s Crazy To See All This Thirst But I’m Not The One To Show Mercy…
Look How A 100 Dollar Amazon Card And A Win Make People So Thirsty…
I’m Not Saying This To Cause Confrontation…
Or To Start A Debate And Possibly A Conversation….
So If You Plan On Writing A Response I’ll Demolish You Without Hesitation..
Cause Unlike You Poets I’m Not Here For The Prize I’m Here To Protect My Reputation..
And With Further Observa...