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 Mar 2016 raine cooper
Pax
enough?
 Mar 2016 raine cooper
Pax
what is enough
when you crave so much
?

shout-out!
 Mar 2016 raine cooper
Pax
What's reasonable?
when you clearly don't know
what's enough
from too
much
...
.

The law has dual blades.
It can do bad as much
as it does good.

More often
when you
struck your
lawful blade
never forget
your safety
gloves.
I'm not siding on anyone or anything, as much as possible i am neutral to each sides, know that every story has its duality.

I wrote this when my reason can't get pass to a friend of mine.
Here's the story:
A thief now in ICU because he was caught and was battered almost to death by the house owner of his Target. The debate was on the subject to why our government permits the thief to file a complain(possibly attempted ******) to the owner of the house. I argue on the defense to the thief, he's human rights was ruled out, I was probably wrong on that part or not, i dunno really... But my main reason that my friend perhaps didn't understand is the excessiveness of the owner's punishment. Then probably my friend thinks that I am siding on the fault of the thief that's why I lose the debate, because he deserves to be punished, and yes he deserves it, but clearly we needed to point out a clear line to what's enough from too much.
 Mar 2016 raine cooper
Pax
i am lost
i keep tumbling
on the things i can't see.

as i struggle to get up
i heard laughs
faint but i know
its there.

it hurts when i know
the joke
came from me.
i learned how to
ignore.

sleep seems to be
the only medicine.
so i drench myself
in fantasies
to where i have much
control.

now
i walk in pain
knowing i can't
let go of something
i have no control.


in a place #1

now you know how much i can relate to the song:
i started a joke by bee gees
 Mar 2016 raine cooper
Pax

I am a terrible liar,
no matter how thick
my masks are...

In this land
I feel out of place.

It's hard when
you're often misunderstood.
I just let it be
succumbing to my faults,
to my insecurities,
to my doubts & fears...

I breathe-in the toxic air
and breathe-it-out...
No matter how much
you cleanse the air
that comes,
when you're
stained
it leaves a scar
that's hard to heal.
Then everything comes
to a choice,
**** or be ******.

I have been good
so far...
Letting the river
flows,
never got to swim back
or even fight
the rushing currents.
Pretending to swim is
easy.

In the end,
life is  been
good,
despite happiness
is just a mask.


In this land#3

perhaps this is the last part of the stream of thoughts.
thanks for reading me.
 Mar 2016 raine cooper
Pax
empathy
 Mar 2016 raine cooper
Pax
before you'll able
to help
others...

understand your
pain first and
confide
to
your
inner
being...

upon listening
you'll reflect
your own,
by then
you can
be connected
to their heart strings...

empathy is a blessing
as it is a burden.
it hurts you more
than it pains them...

just stay
on a steady
phase,
then you'll be
okay...
it feels like i just translated what empathy means... just in my own words, my own way of understanding...
Scared is my lone feeling,
scared of my own
immaturity.

Scared of my own ceiling,
scared I'll die of
uncertainty.

Stared at my own image,
scared of my grown
insecurities.

Glared at my told limits,
dared to be stopped by
adversity.

It's clear
who bestowed this
hex on me.

I bleed
clear, that's
anxiety.

I fear
for what's
inside of me.

I can
no longer hide it
quietly.

So just
don't forget
about me.

For
even when I
doubt you.

Know I do now,
I'm no good
without you.

No,

no.

The temperature's
dropping.

The predator's
camouflaging.

He doesn't think that I can,
see but
I feel him watching.

As I'm shaking hands with
the dark parts of my thoughts,
woah.

They sense body heat yet
with that shake I might as well be,
ghost.

Now see sometimes
to stay alive you have to
**** the warmth up in your,
soul.

They're gnawing on
the mystic,
clawing up
the magician.

Repeating simple phrases,

"One day at a time."

As someone holy insisted.

I want the markings left on my skin,

to mean something again.

Please don't leave without me.

I know how fast doubt be.

Don't forget about me,

For even if I doubt you.

I can't leave without you.
-M.P.P

another piece off my upcoming book The R.A.P Project
 Mar 2016 raine cooper
ryan
You're still there,
At the end of my fingertips,
Your taste is still there teasing my tongue,
Your sweet face,
Haunts all my dreams,
Your beautiful heart still has its strings,
Wrapped around mine,
Tell me how to let you go,
When everything about you,
Is still living in my chest,
Crawling through the tunnels of my mind,
And leaving soft but painful bruises, on my soul
Some women leave a mark on you that you can never erase, Her scent, her smile, her tears when she cries. I am scarred in the most beautiful Way. Move on they say. I say, I won't give up without a fight.
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