Depression

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Depression

Not wanting to live,
But not wanting to die,
Drowning in your own thoughts,
And wanting to cry.
Very low spirited,
Day after day,
Not being able to sleep,
When in bed you lay.
Irritable and impatient,
Feeling full of despair,
Even when you awake,
You’re in a nightmare.
Distancing yourself from others,
And finding it difficult to speak,
Thinking what is the point?
As the future seems bleak.
Wanting to self harm,
Battling with anxiety,
Listening to repetitive thoughts,
While sitting there so silently.
Tired with no energy,
You cant cope with the stress,
You cant make no decisions,
As your mind is a mess.
One in five get depression,
So alone you are not,
And you will get through it,
Even if your mind says you cannot.

A Poem By Corey Booth . . 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

In The Shadows

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In The Shadows

In the shadows,
I stand there,
Not being perceived,
In the shadows,
Going nowhere,
With nothing achieved.
In the shadows,
I am hushed,
Not making a sound,
In the shadows,
I’m crushed,
Into the ground.
In the shadows,
Of society,
I’m a recluse,
In the shadows,
So silently,
Not letting loose.
In the shadows,
I’m isolated,
Observing all,
In the shadows,
Frustrated,
I begin to fall.
In the shadows,
Deserted,
Feeling ignored,
In the shadows,
Alerted,
And not adored.
In the shadows,
I explore,
Without a voice,
In the shadows,
Forever more,
Without a choice.
In the shadows,
My life,
Has become,
In the shadows,
My life,
Since it begun.

A poem by Corey Booth

Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

Sinister

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Sinister

Look inside my soul,
At the demons that lie within,
Look inside my soul,
I’m willing to let you in.
Peer at the carnage,
That lies deep inside,
Peer at the carnage,
That can’t be justified.
Gaze at my ghost,
And see my sinister past,
Gaze at my ghost,
And see how long you last.
Glare through those angel eyes,
At the slaughter I’ve applied,
Glare through those angel eyes,
At the darkness I provide.
Glimpse within my body,
At the hellfire in my veins,
Glimpse within my body,
At the demons it contains.
How are you going to feel,
When you snoop inside my mind?
How are you going to feel,
About the corruption you will find?
As a person you will change,
When you observe this inner gore,
As a person you will change,
With this misery you cant ignore.
You will never be the same,
When you see what I have done,
You will never be the same,
These sins cannot be undone.

A poem by Corey Booth 12/07/13 …… 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

Some Days…

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SOME DAYS……

Having a conversation,
I’m the only one talking,
Embodied in a war,
In my mind it’s fought in.
Asking questions to myself,
Answered then unanswered,
Decided then undecided,
Right,left, always divided.
Anxious about being anxious,
Paranoid about being paranoid,
Depressed about being depressed,
Stressed about being stressed.
Questioning my questions,
Thinking of thinking,
Overthinking as the thoughts sink in,
Now I feel as if I am sinking.
This becomes more troublesome,
Not all understand as it only troubles some.
I guess some days,
Are better than some days,
And I hope someday,
The thoughts will go away,
Maybe one day…..

A Poem By Corey Booth 03/10/16
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One Life, One Chance,

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One Life, One Chance !

You have one life, one chance,
To let dreams become reality,
It looks difficult at first glance,
So you need to change your mentality,

The journey is the reward,
Life is not over until its over,
Every idea needs to be explored,
You are your own four leaf clover,

Where there’s a will there’s a way,
Giving up is for the weak,
Seize the moment and capture the day,
And be your biggest critique,

Pain is just weakness leaving the body,
What don’t kill you just makes you stronger,
Head held high when things get rocky,
Plan and prepare for even longer,

You are built not to shrink down,
But to blossom into more,
Turn any negative around,
And come back more forceful than before,

An obstacle is often a stepping stone,
Which the toughest will get past,
Not scared to fight the unknown,
They…

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R.I.P MITCH

R.I.P MITCH

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On the 23rd of May 3 years ago tomorrow my first cousin passed away, this is the poem I recited at his funeral.

R.I.P. MITCH

Memories will always be remembered,
They will always be stored in the mind,
Even when we are down on them bad days,
Our memories will be there to find.

Its mad how things change,
So many years have passed,
Just yesterday we were winding up Nan,
The time has gone too so fast.

You always said really long words,
Because you were so clever,
I had to carry a dictionary around,
Whenever we were together.

At Susan’s fancy dress party,
We were there with a wicked grin,
While Mitch pinched Nan Zena’s sausages,
I was taking Gordons Gin.

On Nan and Grandads Anniversary,
Singing, out loud too Bon Jovi.
Up in my room was me, Mitch and Sophie,
Along with Aimee, Tom, Alex and Jodi.

In front of my mirror,
The girl’s danced all night,
Mitch and I wanted to scarper,
They gave us a fright.

Not seen much of you these past few years,
We have only spoke online,
But all of these memories I have of you,
They are always going to be mine.

Like at my fathers Birthday,
They thought us playing wouldn’t be a hassle,
That all quickly changed,
When we fell off the bouncy castle.

All them weekends down Grandads caravan,
Having barbecues in the sun,
Stealing the adults WKD,
Then chilling having fun.

We are going to miss you so much,
Me, The family and all your friends too,
As a cousin I really feel blessed,
To have a guardian angel like you.

Thanks for everything Mitch,
The world couldn’t of been graced with a nicer guy,
So from everyone here today,
Goodbye.

R.I.P Mitch
By Corey Booth – Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

Inebriated Generation (The Power Of “Tion” 3)

I hope you like this, if so, please leave feedback and maybe read the other two! I am pondering doing a 4th instalment as I write this 🙂

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So here is the 3rd instalment of The Power Of “Tion series! Please check out the 1st and 2nd editions in the links below, hope you enjoy!
1st edition – Since I Met You (The Power Of “Tion” 1)
2nd edition – WWW. (The Power Of “Tion” 2)

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Inebriated Generation (The Power Of “Tion” 3)

A world full of mass intoxication,
Drunken aggravation,
Tipsy youth intimidation,
With celebrity manipulation.
A different modernisation,
A culture modification,
Which glamorises inebriation,
Through television visualisation.
Different identification,
With no determination,
And no aspiration,
At their own obligation.
A downfall of a generation,
For their own glorification,
Wasting all their education,
With constant relaxation.
No care for their reputation,
Alcohol infatuation,
They love incrimination,
It’s cool to be on probation.
Morale obliteration,
Behaviour with no justification,
Don’t care for information,
Or their own rehabilitation.
After this observation,
I’m getting the indication,
There’s a…

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