Some Days… -My Life #3

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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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The Hiatus – My Life #2

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The Hiatus – My Life#2

They say keep your enemies close,
My enemies my mind so we can’t get any closer,
Why can’t we just become friends,
Everyday I hope for this grudge ends…
I’m nearly 24, with nothing to show for it,
Another year passes with nothing to show for it,
Medical issues making me crazy,
life I’ve had enough of it,
If I had the bottle to get rid of it,
I’d be 6 foot under and loving it.
No friends acknowledge me,
My own family doesn’t even acknowledge me,
This makes it even harder for me.

I wish I can put their eyes in my brain,
So they can see my pain,
Understand what I’m going though,
And never leave my side again.
But that’s not possible,
Damn right impossible,
This mental state has taken me to the hospital.
Anxiety got my heart wanting to explode,
This shouldn’t be happening to a 24 year old,
But I bet you will all talk my name when my body implodes…
Medical issues.
Financial Issues,
Mental issues,
Social issues,
God pass me some tissues..
To whipe away all these problems,
I don’t mind being a stand out,
I ain’t asking to be regular,
Just take away the anguish,
Please I’m on my knees begging ya..
If you lived a day in my head,
You would come out scared,
Vision impaired,
Thinking when you got to take your next med,
Hoping the next day never comes as you lay in bed,
Thoughts function in your head saying you’re better off dead..
Somehow I’m still here fighting and unwinnable war,
Maybe it’s family I’m doing this for,
So I’m just going to keep taking every
Bullet, stab and blow,
And keep praying it will all come together as I grow…..

I take back what I said,
I can’t take the strain,
Any bit of faith I had left,
I no longer retain,
I’m playing a game with life,
And with these cards that I’m dealt,
I must be playing with the devil,
Because his fire is making me melt.
Because this agony won’t stop,
It’s got a hold on me,
I guess my soul ain’t as reinforced as I thought I would be,
And if I don’t wake up tomorrow,
That would be a present for me…

 

I wrote this while going though a terrible period of depression, the gaps between the writing represent when then got wrote, I didn’t take any note of the dates while writing, I hope you can understand why I disappeared off here for a while after this. I am back now with MANY stories and poems to post, thank you for reading!!! 

Corey Booth……. 18/03/16

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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 🙂