Submissions by PureSkillz23
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
My name is Mark James, but I go by PureSkillz. It was name given to me by fellow friends when they read a few of my poems. I use to just stay up all hours of the night writing my emotions on paper. It was the only way I felt some sort of peace in life.
SELF POEM
Published
28th Oct 2014 7:12am
28th Oct 2014 7:12am
Death Pt.3
Lately Death Been On My Mind Heavily...
Wishing There Was A Gun Or Knife Next To Me...
Everyone Calling And Texting Me..
Telling Me Everything Is Going To Be Okay...
But That Is Easy For Them To Say...
They Aren't In My Shoes They Don't Live My Life..
They Don't Have The Urge To Pick Up The Knife..
And Put An End To Everything...
No Longer Giving A Shit About Anything..
Asking Question After Question...
Giving Suggestion After Suggestion..
Telling Me Everything Will Turn Out For The Best...
...
Wishing There Was A Gun Or Knife Next To Me...
Everyone Calling And Texting Me..
Telling Me Everything Is Going To Be Okay...
But That Is Easy For Them To Say...
They Aren't In My Shoes They Don't Live My Life..
They Don't Have The Urge To Pick Up The Knife..
And Put An End To Everything...
No Longer Giving A Shit About Anything..
Asking Question After Question...
Giving Suggestion After Suggestion..
Telling Me Everything Will Turn Out For The Best...
...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
26th Apr 2014 4:47pm
26th Apr 2014 4:47pm
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...
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...
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LOVE POEM
Published
28th Feb 2014 10:22pm
28th Feb 2014 10:22pm
Feelings Don't Matter
As Of Late It Feels Like My Feelings Don’t Matter..
So I’m Beginning To Question Why They Even Gather..
For Them To Be Bruised And Battered..
Or For Me To Feel The Pain Once More Of Them Being Shattered..
As I Sit Here And Tears Soak My Shirt..
Nobody Except Me Feels The Hurt..
It’s My Heart That Gets Dragged Through The Dirt…
I’m Beginning To Ask Is It All My Fault..
Am I The Reason My Wounds Keep Getting Filled With Salt..
I Don’t Know Whom To Blame..
My Feelings Just Get Played Like A Game..
...
So I’m Beginning To Question Why They Even Gather..
For Them To Be Bruised And Battered..
Or For Me To Feel The Pain Once More Of Them Being Shattered..
As I Sit Here And Tears Soak My Shirt..
Nobody Except Me Feels The Hurt..
It’s My Heart That Gets Dragged Through The Dirt…
I’m Beginning To Ask Is It All My Fault..
Am I The Reason My Wounds Keep Getting Filled With Salt..
I Don’t Know Whom To Blame..
My Feelings Just Get Played Like A Game..
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Feb 2014 8:06pm
20th Feb 2014 8:06pm
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...
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...
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SELF POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 00:44am
9th Feb 2014 00:44am
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...
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...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
6th Aug 2013 9:32pm
6th Aug 2013 9:32pm
Restarting
See I Been Gone For A Little...
While My Mind Was Debating I Was In The Middle...
Whether I Should Retire Or Continue To Write..
So I Went Through The Motions To See What Was Right..
And With No Success In Sight...
I Decided To Lay The Pen Down...
Let My Words Shatter Against The Ground...
Let The Thought Of Writing A Poem Linger Around...
It’s Just At That Point In Time My Heart Was Beating A Different
Sound..
People Asked Me If I Was Crazy..
Or Did I Become Lazy..
Because I Woke Up...
While My Mind Was Debating I Was In The Middle...
Whether I Should Retire Or Continue To Write..
So I Went Through The Motions To See What Was Right..
And With No Success In Sight...
I Decided To Lay The Pen Down...
Let My Words Shatter Against The Ground...
Let The Thought Of Writing A Poem Linger Around...
It’s Just At That Point In Time My Heart Was Beating A Different
Sound..
People Asked Me If I Was Crazy..
Or Did I Become Lazy..
Because I Woke Up...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2013 9:39pm
15th Mar 2013 9:39pm
R.I.P Justin Bellini
For 12 Years I Had The Privilege Of Knowing You…
I Won’t Sit Here Saying I Know What Everyone Is Going Through…
Cause Its Different For Some People As It Is For Me..
All I Keep Doing Is Going Through Our History..
Started In 5th Grade Both Running Point For Woodrow..
Teaching Me The X’s And O’s And Everything I Should Know…
Taught Me Every Basketball Skill I Basically Know..
It’s A Gift You Gave Me That I Will Never Let Go..
When I Made A Mistake You Told Me What I Did Wrong..
Seems Like Yesterday But Yet It Was So Long..
You Told Me When You Leave JV I...
I Won’t Sit Here Saying I Know What Everyone Is Going Through…
Cause Its Different For Some People As It Is For Me..
All I Keep Doing Is Going Through Our History..
Started In 5th Grade Both Running Point For Woodrow..
Teaching Me The X’s And O’s And Everything I Should Know…
Taught Me Every Basketball Skill I Basically Know..
It’s A Gift You Gave Me That I Will Never Let Go..
When I Made A Mistake You Told Me What I Did Wrong..
Seems Like Yesterday But Yet It Was So Long..
You Told Me When You Leave JV I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
7th Oct 2012 3:51am
7th Oct 2012 3:51am
Dreams And Aspirations ( Topic From Another Site )
I’m Listening To Lloyd Banks..
I Took A Look At The Ranks..
And I Took A Look At This Month’s Topic..
Stop It..
You Want To Know My Dreams…
Well That Is What It Seems..
I Want My Family A Whole Again..
I Want To Bring Back Everyone I Lost Till 2010…
I Want My 2 Grandfathers And My 2 Grandmothers Back..
Cause Without Them My Life Seems Black..
Want To Talk About Dreams And Aspirations..
Well I Want Back My Inspirations..
Grandma Grandpa Nana Pop..
Those Are The People Who Taught Me To Fight To The Top..
So As Far As My Dreams Go They...
I Took A Look At The Ranks..
And I Took A Look At This Month’s Topic..
Stop It..
You Want To Know My Dreams…
Well That Is What It Seems..
I Want My Family A Whole Again..
I Want To Bring Back Everyone I Lost Till 2010…
I Want My 2 Grandfathers And My 2 Grandmothers Back..
Cause Without Them My Life Seems Black..
Want To Talk About Dreams And Aspirations..
Well I Want Back My Inspirations..
Grandma Grandpa Nana Pop..
Those Are The People Who Taught Me To Fight To The Top..
So As Far As My Dreams Go They...
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 9:57pm
5th Oct 2012 9:57pm
Curveball
Life Throws A Fastball Then Hits Me With A Curve...
Then Life Throws A Change Up And Hits Me With A Slurve...
They Swinging For The Fences I'm Swinging For The Bleachers..
They Running In Cleats I'm Running In Sneakers..
Rounding Second Sliding Head First Into Third...
No One Gives A Fuck About Me So I Heard...
But I'm Strong Enough To Survive On My Own..
Hold Up While I Steal Home..
Now Its My Second At Bat Of The Day..
Not Changing My Approach I'm Still Swinging Away..
Still Swinging For The...
Then Life Throws A Change Up And Hits Me With A Slurve...
They Swinging For The Fences I'm Swinging For The Bleachers..
They Running In Cleats I'm Running In Sneakers..
Rounding Second Sliding Head First Into Third...
No One Gives A Fuck About Me So I Heard...
But I'm Strong Enough To Survive On My Own..
Hold Up While I Steal Home..
Now Its My Second At Bat Of The Day..
Not Changing My Approach I'm Still Swinging Away..
Still Swinging For The...
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Oct 2012 9:49pm
5th Oct 2012 9:49pm
Weekend Hook-Up
I'm Still Confused..
My Mind Is Still Abused...
I Feel Used..
Like A Weekend Hook Up..
So I Look Up..
Praying That Is Not What It Was..
Cause..
If That Is What It Was..
I Regret Being A Part Of It..
I Should've Asked From The Start Of It..
So I Could've Stopped It Before It Began..
Cause I'm Not That Type Of Man..
Didn't Think You Were That Type Of Lady...
But That Is How It Been Looking Lately..
Its Just All Seems Crazy..
One Moment Both Sharing A Laugh.....
My Mind Is Still Abused...
I Feel Used..
Like A Weekend Hook Up..
So I Look Up..
Praying That Is Not What It Was..
Cause..
If That Is What It Was..
I Regret Being A Part Of It..
I Should've Asked From The Start Of It..
So I Could've Stopped It Before It Began..
Cause I'm Not That Type Of Man..
Didn't Think You Were That Type Of Lady...
But That Is How It Been Looking Lately..
Its Just All Seems Crazy..
One Moment Both Sharing A Laugh.....
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Sep 2012 3:08am
12th Sep 2012 3:08am
September 11th 2001 ( 11 Years )
See It's Been 11 Years Since We Faced A Horrific Event..
Leaving America To Fix A Hugh Dent..
I Know It's Been 11 Years But It Still Affects Us Like It’s the First..
It Was One Of The Biggest Events America Ever Versed..
And Till This Day It's Hard For Some People To Even Erase The Thought..
Doesn’t Matter How Much You Try To Neglect The Thought Or How Long You Fought..
The Thought Of That Horrific Day Will Linger In Your Mind..
Especially For The People Who Left Someone Behind..
See It Was The 11th Day Of That September In 2001..
Which Was Partly Cloudy...
Leaving America To Fix A Hugh Dent..
I Know It's Been 11 Years But It Still Affects Us Like It’s the First..
It Was One Of The Biggest Events America Ever Versed..
And Till This Day It's Hard For Some People To Even Erase The Thought..
Doesn’t Matter How Much You Try To Neglect The Thought Or How Long You Fought..
The Thought Of That Horrific Day Will Linger In Your Mind..
Especially For The People Who Left Someone Behind..
See It Was The 11th Day Of That September In 2001..
Which Was Partly Cloudy...
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SELF POEM
Published
31st Aug 2012 8:59pm
31st Aug 2012 8:59pm
Skillz On Site
I Haven't Been On My Game In Months..
Poetry Never Came To My Mind Once...
So I Took A Look...
Then A Second One Is What I Took...
I Looked At The Awards And Recognition I Got...
And Realized Failure Is What I'm Not...
So No Disrespect This Is For Me No One Else...
I'm No Longer Nailed To The Shelf...
I Won't Come At Anyone I Won't Drop Names...
Just Realize There Is No More Games...
Skillz Is What I Got That's Why It's My Name...
I'm Not Saying My Game Was Always The Same..
Cause I Even Know It Wasn't..
That Counts As Me Admitting My...
Poetry Never Came To My Mind Once...
So I Took A Look...
Then A Second One Is What I Took...
I Looked At The Awards And Recognition I Got...
And Realized Failure Is What I'm Not...
So No Disrespect This Is For Me No One Else...
I'm No Longer Nailed To The Shelf...
I Won't Come At Anyone I Won't Drop Names...
Just Realize There Is No More Games...
Skillz Is What I Got That's Why It's My Name...
I'm Not Saying My Game Was Always The Same..
Cause I Even Know It Wasn't..
That Counts As Me Admitting My...
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