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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Without….

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Without….

Without hope what would we be?
Without light what would we see?
Without money how would we live?
Without problems how would we give?
Without knowledge how would we learn?
Without heat how would we burn?
Without optimism what would we believe?
Without dreams what would we achieve?
Without emotions how would we cry?
Without life how would we die?

A Poem By Corey Booth…. 🙂
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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)

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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 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