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 Filling Up Pages As If I’m Filling Out Paperwork…
As The Crowd Starts To Leave I Decide To Take A Walk..
So Me And Myself Can Talk..
Try To Grasp A Topic Worth Speaking Of…
Maybe Tragedy Maybe Life Maybe Love…
But In My Mind I Know I Already Accomplished Those…
So I Sit Back Down Looking At My Pad To See What Verse Flows..
Perfectly With Another..
Should I Write About My Life Or A Past Lover…
Should I Write About How On September 11th I Almost Lost My Mother..
Should I Write About How I Have One Sister And One Brother..
Or Should I Just Write A Poem That Fits Under The Category Of Other..
After All The Debating And Thinking..
After It All Began To Sink In..
And My Window For Writing Started Shrinking.
It Was Time To Just Forget About A Topic…
Let My Words Flow And Not Try And Stop It..
Just Let Them Write Their Own Poetic Masterpiece..
So As The Words On My Pad Began To Increase..
The Pages In This Pad Began To Decrease..
I Knew This Poem Had To Come To End…
But I Told Myself Not To Worry Cause This Pen Will Touch This Pad Again..
PureSkillz23
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2b2b2 says: Brilliant...as usual...thanks for sharing....ONE |
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EmpressRee says: *snap snap. YES! when we start overthinking it we can't seem to choose what to put to paper. But as soon as we stop trying it flow. Love this flow. |
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Sorry in AdvancePSA : 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 MVPThis 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… |
BezerkSee 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.. |
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My DisapperanceFu*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 RetirementI 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... I Can't Even Produce Qua... |
AddictedSee I Been Missing This Game... |
Denial It Been A Minute Since I Wrote Something Worth Submittin… |
Choosing A TopicAs Joe Blasts Through My Speakers.. |
ThirstyI Haven’t Been On This Site Really In Months.. |