In The Shadows

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

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

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

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

Loose Term

Loose Term

“This music is making me depressed”,
“This film is making me depressed,
“There’s nothing to do, I’m so depressed”,
“This writing is making me depressed”….

People say to me,
“What you write is Emo”,
What that really means though,
Even though the words ain’t alive,
I actually make it seem so.
When they say that though,
It makes me proud of the words I’ve put on the shelf,
I’m putting my pen to paper,
While conquering the inner evil that lurks inside myself,
People can actually feel the story,
Even though it has no health…

Lets just remember,
These are the people,
Who have never suffered with the term,
And even though they think they know the true meaning,
They have never felt it’s true burn..
I guess what I’m trying to say,
People who make these remarks,
Are the people who have never been depressed,
So I understand what they are saying,
While hoping they never get that demon as a guest…

A poem by Corey Booth – 21/03/16

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The Hiatus – My Life #2

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

Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

Depression

Had to reblog this as I believe its the best thing I have wrote, its also a good way to say “I’M BACK””

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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 . . 🙂
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To Inspire

To Inspire

The Start,
Requires the dark,
Which creates the spark,
To inspire the art.

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

The Distance Relationship – Part 1 – A Letter To Her

The Distance Relationship – Part 1 – A Letter To Her

I might not be there today,
And I still won’t be there tomorrow,
But my love won’t go away,
And I can feel your sorrow.

This is starting to kill me,
It’s pulling on my heart strings,
It’s tugging so strongly,
That I’m weak and my heart stings

Can you feel my pain?
This is killing me inside,
It will never be the same,
Not having you here by my side.

These days are bleak,
I can’t give you my affection,
I’m feeling so weak,
As I’m not there for your protection.

I’m missing you so bad,
I bet you hate it when I am gone,
I look at pictures we have had,
And that keeps me strong.

I even miss you being mad at me,
And all the funny things you say,
You brighten up reality,
Even when it’s pale and grey.

As I sleep here alone,
Miles away from you at night,
I think of your breathing tone,
And pretend to hold you tight.

My body aches for you,
Now I’m feeling sore,
The way you move your body,
Leaves me wanting more.

I crave to get intimate,
It’s the desire I need,
My love for you is infinite,
My expectations you exceed.

You are like the sun,
You keep me warm when I am cold,
You are the one,
I want to be with when I’m old.

Without you I’m nothing,
I can’t wait to re unite,
I will give you all my loving,
And we can snuggle all night.

You endured the worst of me,
Grateful I will be forever,
So I will give you the best of me,
For as long as we are together.

Our love won’t be undone,
No matter what,
Because you are the one,
The only one I’ve got.

So I guess for now it’s goodbye,
Remember you are my life,
I ask you Please don’t cry,
My soon to be wife.

A poem by Corey Booth 16/07/13… 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry

Inebriated Generation (The Power Of “Tion” 3)

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)

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 boozing acceleration,
Sweeping right across this nation.
Which could be the annihilation,
Of the young association,
So lets stop this fascination,
And start this rectification.

A poem by Corey Booth 15/07/13 … 🙂
Twitter – @CoreyPoetry