Prime (Free Verse/Writing/Style)

So I decided just to do a quick warm up rhyme before I started work on a poem idea that popped into my head earlier,  I have not posted one of these for a while now so some of my new followers might not know why I do these, all my free verses are just a quick little straight from mind to paper rhyme’s just to get the brain in gear before I start writing a poem, trust me try this before you start writing it really helps spark creativity! Anyway’s today I’ve been typing on the Laptop rather than writing on paper so I thought I would just copy and paste you the warm up rhyme! I shall post the poem I’m working on today tomorrow so make sure you come to check it out! Also remember this weeks “Poetry Challenge” is still up for this week so make sure you get your submissions in before Friday! – – – – > The Poetry Challenge 20/04/2012 – Week 6 – A Thing Of Beauty

Prime – Freestyle

I’m in my prime,
Writing a defined rhyme,
Fighting a designed crime,
The sighting said victory is mine,
It’s exciting and fine,
Typing this line,
Refining and guiding this time,
Combining and perfecting the line,
Just sublime,
Showing this poem,
Erecting, reflecting and growing,
Selecting, respecting and knowing,
That corrections are under-going,
Flowing and glowing,
Like the vision of a fire,
The recognition I require,
One day I’ll get the acquisition I desire,
I display more ambition as I get higher,
A better technician as I perspire,
Keeping motivation until I retire,
Until the end of the wire,
Until then take a seat,
I’m still blazing the heat,
I’m still raising your seat,
The thrill amazing the street,
Uphill never grazing defeat,
A skill that’s loud and never discrete,
I will fulfil I’m endowed in this beat,
Proud and here to compete,
I’m like a curse I cause stress,
Lines so diverse people feel hope-less,
Times will get worse more job-less,
A country in reverse but nevertheless,
Here’s a free verse for Word Press.

Warm Up Rhymes By Corey Booth

A Lonely Addict (Freestyle)

A Lonely Addict (Freestyle)


He lived in a small home,
With no social interaction,
He found himself all alone,
In a fragile zone,
With no money,
With no one to love,
Just blood stained rugs,
And class A drugs,
But eventually he used all them drugs,
And had no money to get more,
Them drugs were his only escape,
Now his mind was sore,
Feeling was something he hadn’t felt in a while,
Slowly fading,
His future futile,
With no one to witness his hardship,
His mind became more and more ghastly,
He needed more drugs right away,
Before he became more and more nasty,
But with no money,
More drugs never came,
He was deprived of his narcotics,
Which turned him insane,
He would sit in the corner,
Speaking to himself,
This rundown man,
Had decaying mental health,
His mind didn’t agree with this drug free altercation,
He wanted to do something deplorable,
His body filled with anger and frustration,
His blood itched with ongoing irritation,
He couldn’t deal with his deranged mentality,
Eradicating his life was the easy way,
His brain telling him to cause a fatality,
Cause he’s too weak and fading away,
He talked himself into it,
He was the opposite of apprehensive,
He grabbed a rope,
And went on the offensive,
As he was ending his own life,
He realised it was such a waste,
A life with nothing to show,
Only the problems it faced,
This life was a loss,
Not many people knew he existed,
But could he have turned it around,
If his mind just resisted???

A Freestyle Poem By Corey Booth – 13/02/12 🙂

New On The Scene

Background Of The Freestyle

This is a freestyle I wrote a long time ago when i first started rhyming. I thought I should upload it because it involves some good wordplay and metaphors. Its a lot different to my recent work but i hope it still interests you.
I hope you all enjoy 🙂

New On The Scene

People start knowing,
There lyrics are like the waves, their flowing,
Because im going in harder than an olympian rowing,
This aint just a poem,
This is a Clown with a talent he’s finally showing,
Kept quiet since 1991,
But now he’s blowing stuff apart like a Gatling Gun,
New on the scene,
Constructing he’s been,
Just like a transformer he’s a machine,
He’ll mentally tear out your heart then rip you apart,
Infect your brain then drive you insane,
Now he’s in his element,
The destruction is evident,
Who you are is irrelevant,
He’ll take on you and your whole regiment,
Going down for theft because he’s stealing the show,
No haters left they all drown in this flow,
His verbal brakes are faulty,
So there’s no stopping,
No stopping these lyrics he continues dropping,
He’s like the Terminator he always comes back,
No where to hide everyone’s under attack,
Because there’s no escaping,
His verbal raping,
Clowns finally prevailing,
Only the best remaining,
He’s finally out of that abyss,
Narrowed from that gorge,
Climbed out of that pit,
And will no longer be ignored,
Here to destroy all the traitors and his haters,
To make a point to all the strangers and his neighbours,
That hes broke through the barricade,
Theres no longer an obstruction,
This is not a serenade,
This is just destruction,
Cause what you see if what you get,
He’ll put you out like a cigarette,
A walking talking nicorette,
Verbal carnage you will never forget!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 🙂

Jack In The Box

Jack In The Box

My names Corey not Jack,
So why am I trapped in this box?
It feels like the clocks have stopped,
And im locked in this hell,
Imprisoned in this cell,
No matter how loud I yell,
I will never get saved,
Still being enslaved,
Defenceless and trapped,
Senseless and strapped,
Unable to adapt,
To this everyday strain,
To this everyday pain,
To this everyday drain,
My life’s starting to decay,
I wish I was a Bird Of Prey,
So I could just fly away,
Everyday I pray,
But I never get assistance,
Helps keeping its distance,
Whats the point in existence,
When you got next to none resistance?
No there’s no point,
All I seem to do in life is disappoint,
Which is making me frustrated and deflated,
God im asking you why am I so hated?
I’m irritated,
I want to get out of this pit,
Its driving me insane,
I want to commit self harm,
I’ve sounded the alarm,
Someone come before I slice below my palm,
With a blade,
This is not a masquerade,
God I feel betrayed,
With this life you have gave me and displayed,
I’m depressed and afraid,
But I know suicide is not the way,
It would be ungrateful to take my life away,
So please just say,
That you are giving back my soul,
Giving back control,
And from now on my life wont be bad at all,
That’s all I desire and require,
As soon as you give that back,
My life will be back on track,
That’s all I ask,
So God please give me the keys,
To free me from this disease,
My life’s tough and rough,
So God please ive suffered enough…..

By Corey Booth 23/11/11

Betrayal

Background Of The Freestyle/Rhyme/Rap/Poem

The reason behind this rhyme is that i used to have a friend who always gave me
abuse for being in a relationship just because he could never get one of his
own, id have the usual insults like “loved up fool” and “whipped mess” but that
didn’t really bother me. Then after i split with my ex girlfriend he decided to
become friends with her and ditch me in an attempt to get into her knickers!
When this attempt failed he tried running back to me, well this clown doesn’t
associate with backstabbers 😉

Betrayal

When I’m loved I’m up,
Up out of bed getting whipped,
The whip is hard I’m out of bounds,
Above the ground but under the thumb,
Not dumb,
In a relationship, the ship is never sinking,
No point thinking,
It’s not gonna happen, crazy pattern,
Which you don’t like, get on your bike,
You have had your say, cycle away,
You just don’t like to see me happy,
Now im angry,
But your jealous, now good friendless,
Just a lonely person who needs to get laid,
like a middle aged woman with no man and no toys to play,
You could play with your xbox,
According to you my ex rocks,
Well you couldn’t be more wrong,
Then again two wrongs may make a right,
Both bad on my sight,
So i suggest you have a Muller Light instead of a kebab tonight,
Just some advice, I suggest you take it,
Making me irritated, Not anymore are you needed,
The only thing you need is a beating,
Like a heart, I hope it attacks, Fatal if that,
And if that happens I’m going to smile,
Cause the word on the street Karma’s been waiting for a while,
Now your fucked, outa luck,
I don’t care, Go over there,
Outa my face, As a friend your a disgrace,
Disgusting,
Your the worst thing i’ve ever put my trust in,
I engraved it into you like you were my diary,
Then over that little slag you had to lie to me,
Do the sly to me,
Your never going to be forgiven,
Now its time for me to relax,
Ive just ripped up our friendship like its a piece of paper,
So cry me a river and go and drown yourself in it later!

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 25/10/11 🙂

Left With Tina Turners Album

Background on this poem/freestyle/rhyme

I woke up this morning and thought it would be a good idea if i tried to make a freestyle poem before i had even left my bed to see if it would make my brain function better throughout the day and make the poetry i write later on that bit better! I woke up in a funny mood so this is more of a comedy freestyle, so don’t get offended by anything it’s just some fun, this is wrote down with no changes it’s exactly how it came out of my little clown brain 😀

Left With Tina Turners Album

This rhyme has not got a meaning,
Like a woman, stick to the cleaning,
Screaming, like I’m on a roller coaster,
Or little girls seeing a Justin Bieber poster,
If your big I’ll toast ya,
If you’re a chicken I’ll roast ya,
Then ill feed you to my kittens,
They have cold paws, can’t find their mittens,
Good riddance, Gadaffi’s dead,
Found him in a tube, he made his own bed,
I enter a tube with lube,
I don’t want to be crude its rude,
Like running into a care home nude,
So I get naked,
Then get a kitten and shake it,
Irritate it,
Find a blackboard and with my finger nails scrape it,
Damn, now my middle nail I have injured it,
Disfigured it,
It’s now an emergency,
Really needing a shit adds to the urgency
So I found a donkey who gave me surgery,
Then he kicked me in the face and nicked my phone, burglary,
So I lay on the floor and nearly got hit by a woman driver,
She got out and said “Ouch you look sore, you’re lucky to be a survivor,”
She offered to take me home, I had to guide her,
I whispered in her ear that I wanted to divide her,
She went crazy, scarier than a spider,
Rammed lip-gloss in my mouth and stabbed me with her eye liner,
Called me a disgrace then chucked me out of the car and spat in my face,
There was me thinking she thought I was handsome,
Left me there clutching to her Tina Turner album,
Remember Donkeys are a phantom,
This freestyle has been a lot more than random =/

A Freestyle By Corey Booth 21/10/11 🙂

Score Settled

Background Of This Rhyme/Poem/Rap

I found out my ex girlfriend has been telling everyone i made her have an
abortion, even though she was using contraceptive all through our relationship
and i don’t mean just one, she was on both the pill and the injection, so there
is no way she could of been pregnant. Apparently i knew she was pregnant and
told her i want nothing to do with the baby so she got rid of it, well actually
i never heard about all these stupid accusations so its my time to set the
record straight and because I’m cool I’m settling it in the form of a rhyme
😉

Score Settled

Ive heard enough, its time for me to settle the score,
I’m not gonna leave you run your mouth anymore,
So bitch sit down and listen,
I’m about to get lyrical,
Said there was something growing in your belly,
It must of been a fucking miracle,
You were on the pill and also the injection,
And you hardly ever sat on my erection even with all that contraceptive protection,
So bitch why say lies?
Its not my problem all them crisps were going to your thighs,
Including the pies, its obvious your stomach will grow before your eyes,
So the truth of the matter is you never had an abortion,
You just needed an excuse cause you were getting fat and out of proportion,
So take a hint telling lies is not good,
Neither was our relationship, i had to think of Elisha just to get wood!
But still i never treated you badly,
Cause if i did i would have cut you into little pieces and you would only be telling lies to physic sally,
So this is the end to the rumours but not to the abuse,
Whore you got to be kidding if you think I’m ever calling a truce,
Cause you have a concience and ive labelled it guilty,
So the jokes on you, your hate built me!

A Score Settling Poem By Corey Booth 20/10/11 🙂