You make me ******* sick.
Every inch of my body
Itches to purge itself of you.
You're ****, you're ****,
You're worthless.
You're a player,
You're a Faker,
And I ******* hate you.
**** a ****.
The end.
lmt

Before you,
I never moved.
Before you,
There was no love.
Never leaving my fog,
Never feeling more
Or less than blue.
Never thinking about you.
Now there's this,
And now I can't stop.
After you,
There's always a crash.
After you,
I feel like trash.
After you,
There might be nothing left
Because after you…
That's it.                         lmt

You gave me a shirt,
Old and tattered…
Once a favorite of yours.
Holes in places, faded all over;
Words under a cup stating
"Half full".
It was so ironic,
And it made me laugh;
I guess that's all it takes.
I was low, and you were generous,
And that half-empty glass
Would have taunted me
Had it not been for the words
Reminding me otherwise.
That Life is Good shirt
Will never leave me.
lmt

It’s like being stuck in a vivid daydream.
I’m awake but paralyzed, as if I were still asleep.
I keep fading in and out through dreams
While I’m staring at the wall.
Is this death?
Then why am I so powerless?
lmt

Grab a couple monsters,
gather up your demons
It's a rollercoaster,
feeling these emotions.
So round up your shadows,
grab your insecurities,
take them to the theme park
and set them free to play.
lmt

Your silhouette used to be so bold,
now you've been cut into and there's nothing left.
How could you let this happen?
How could you slowly disappear
from my life?
lmt

Loving you is like being set on fire,
And submerged in icy waters
All at once.
A fire that can never be put out,
An ice that will never melt;
A disastrous love.
Never have I felt so strongly,
Never have I been so anxious.
Walking on eggshells.
Your anger is a volcano,
I'm a tree.
Rooted; no escape.
I sit and cry, no time to speak.
You yell, you deny it, you keep at it;
Never phased by my pain.
No matter what, it's all about you.
You're the victim, even to your own anger.
I want to help you, but you don't love me,
Not like you promised.
You have no room for me.
You don't want me,
Probably no need for me, either.
So I sit as you set yourself on fire.
So bright, so painful,
You show no pain on the outside,
But I can see in your eyes
That you're suffocating on the smoke,
Choking on the ash, inside.
I just want to help you,
But you will never stop pushing me away.
It's time that I let you.
I'll leave you burning,
Singed by your fury,
Scarred by your words,
Phased by nothing.
You're so stubborn, you won't put the flame out.
Soon there will be nothing left of you;
Nothing to come back to.
lmt

I deserve better.
I deserve better than half eaten words,
Casual, passive glances when I enter the room.
I deserve more.
I deserve more than your lack of love,
Your empty words; the way your eyes look
Away when you utter those words through
Licked lips. Wetted to prep for the lies.
I deserve me.
I deserve me, and no one else.
Only I can love me like I've never been loved before.
So here I am. I'm doing just that.
I never said I needed you,
Just that I loved you.
No one really means what they say
In the heat of the moment.
So, I deserve better. I am better.
lmt

Holding so much inside.
Ignoring the pain that resides.
Telling myself we'll be alright,
knowing full well it's a lie.
Breaking, shattering, falling apart.
Reaching the end of that rope;
my last gleaming hope is fading.
Jaded, incomprehensive, inconsolable. Extinguished fire behind my eyes,
the last burning embers pulsing out.
Collapsed lungs suffocating me,
drowning in deprivation.
Grim stands beside me, holding my hand.
Das ende. Slutten. Fin.
lmt

I'm okay,
I'm just fine.
And I'll say whatever else
I need to keep you around this time.
I'll say all's well,
Life is perfect now.
And I'll hide behind a smile
Because you always loved that best.
I won't pry,
I won't fight.
And I'll keep the decay from sight,
For I'm dying, and you're lying.
There's no love here,
Not while we're both alive.
lmt

Hope is such a sadistic *******.
It will wind you up, and It will slam you down…
Not to mention, It will tear your sanity to shreds.
What is Hope, really?
lmt

Who was the first person to decide
what's right and what's wrong?
Not the picky choosy **** we think
Came straight from the Bible.
The book that's been translated across
many languages, cultures, and general
beliefs?
I mean the first person.
The first group of people that decided
having a full life is wrong.
Being yourself is wrong.
Wanting is wrong.
Yearning, dreaming, achieving...
All wrong.
Who decided being a woman
was so wrong that we should be condemned?
I should be able to **** who I want
and not be defined by my "number".
I shouldn't have to be asked that question.
I should be getting high-fived for having
Consensual *** with the guy who
makes my coffee.
I should be applauded for having ***
with multiple men.
I should be shown the same level of
respect as any man out there.
But my number is vital, isn't it?
Well, I say **** all of that.
**** a whole bunch of it.
**** anyone you want.
******* do anything you want to do.
Don't hurt anyone, and it shouldn't
be anyone's ******* business but yours.
Jesus ******* Christ.
**** him, too.
**** any imaginary thing you want.
That's what ******* is for.
**** yourself, for God's sake!
He wanted his people to be happy, right?
Free yourself from the chains of
modern society!
Find people just like you, and don't let them go.
They will be strong for you,
hold their heads high for you.
Defend you against nay-sayers and party poopers.
Stand behind you when confronted with
mass objection.
We are the lovers, and the fighters,
and we are many.
Band together and **** society.
You know,
For God's sake.

lmt

I’m afraid to sleep because you are what haunts me.
I have this bad habit of eating my own words.
Am I breaking down; am I even breathing?
Is my heart still beating?
Oh, if you’re alive then you’re a lucky one.
If you continue breathing without heaving
You might just make it out alive.
But you caused this, didn’t you?
You wrecked me and took my home.
But I’m still breathing in spite of you.
I’m not a lucky one, for I’ve lost it all.
A forgettable face, pale with life; graceless.
Most of us are bitter, but at least we’re still here...
At least we can feel anything at all.


I’ve spent so long picking my pieces up off the ground
That I can no longer stand.
My back is worn and splintered; my hands,
They’re cut to the bone.
The ground I stand on is still covered and I’m
Still missing pieces.
All of my parts falling, one after the other, with
Barely a moment to spare
Between picking one up and losing another.
Just picking my missing pieces up off the ground.
lmt

A moment in eternity way back before your eyes could see a flash of light began a spark that later would become your heart.

Not flesh and bone but more than that - ..collision of an artifact... a supernova seismic blast - echos of an ancient past.

Set into motion suddenly - shot forth with much intensity then captured rather gracefully and channeled through the galaxy.

A life began down here on earth a mother, father, and a birth. A newborn baby came to be but always was but now can see.

A birth of pain and agony began the life that was to be life's first breath - and eyes wide open beginnings of a path now spoken.

The silent thread of the heavenlies woven through the complexities a heartbeat like a symphony looking for it's melody.

An inward ache for what once was, a silent gaze towards up above a need for all that used to be, a return to the place of "still" and "free".

Life began and quickly changed a challenge to remain the same. A fight to stay the course at hand a thousand reasons not to stand.

Body frail, heartbeat weak, emotions wander and we cease - to speak of things that used to matter, but instead begin to chatter mindlessly - replacing ecstasy with mundane complacency.

Rise again and find the place where heart and soul and mind embrace. Begin again and never settle - fight the fight to win the battle.

The battle of the mind and soul the struggling to keep it whole - the sacredness of integrity up against humanity.

Surround yourself with light and love and beauty like the stars above. Stay away from all that tangles and the hatred as it strangles.

Be a beacon in the dark, offer peace to broken hearts, share a smile and a tear and do it from a place - where fear no longer has control but light and love are free to grow.

Karis Joy Lmt

You can't judge a person by the chapters in their life that you see. Nor by the ones that you've been in.

You'll never know all of them, and that's the hardest part to accept.

Love is so highly complicated and far more painful than it is rewarding...how can a person be in love at all?

lmt

A private Mment For LIFE!
Love eternal always Blessing Blessng
This Peaceful Joy
The only ever Present Reality
Laughing Chords of Laughter
Again and Again
The Buddha's
Happiness as Flesh
Within The Wood
Hilarious endless Ever After
Rainbows Sparkling
each Dew Drop
She Is Beautiful
No Color Her Lmt
Free Grace
Marraige Golden
Delight Blessed Creativity
Unlumited Color
Unassigned Listening
Music!!
She Is Alive!!
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If you’re willing to risk it,
You must value it.
If you’re willing to hate it,
You must love it.
If you’re willing to see it,
You must feel it.
If you’re willing to feel it,
You must be it.
Be the rings within a tree,
Feel the bark and the falling leaves.
You must risk it all to value life,
You must hate what once brought you light.
Because when you love, you risk it.
When you risk it, you lose it.
When you lose it, you hate it,
And when you hate it, you feel it,


Hate is stronger than love,
So strong you can see it.
Hate looks like magma,
Ready to erupt, ready to ****.
Hate is the lightning that strikes the tree;
The ashes left after a storm.
Hate is a fire that wipes out a forest,
And leaves the landscape bare and broken.
But when you look at where it once was,
The forest, once so alive, now just a crust.
You realize that it’s not a new place,
But just a place without its trees.
When you sit back and you think
About what you’ve loved, lost, hated…
You realize that you never truly feel hate,
Just the absence of love. lmt

Clasp your hands over my eyes
because I'm tired of seeing how
****** up you're making me inside.

Hold me at a distance; don't you
******* dare tell me it'll be alright.
I know how this story ends.

Silence your words and avert
your gaze--your games and
puppy dog eyes won't work this time.

lmt

It feels like the end,
But at some point
The shards stop stabbing,
And the pain stops throbbing,
And suddenly all is dull until
Someone makes your heart pound again.
Hopefully it can withstand that kind of
Pressure, this old heart of yours.
For if it can, it will only continue to heal...
Building a second skin of sorts
Over all the scars until it’s a
Lumpy, yet functional, mess.
lmt

As she sat staring aimlessly
At the scattered shards of herself,
She realized she needed to pick up the pieces…
But where could she even begin?
lmt

Cloudy nights are brighter than starlit twilights.
lmt

I think you like watching me go insane.
You'll start fires out of nowhere
to watch them engluf me in flames.
Engulf us.
You like the feel of a burn.
You enjoy the scent of scorched memories.
Charred shadows where
we used to live and love.
Your bed is gone,
the porch is obliterated.
The house is collapsing,
Fire licking everywhere we've been.
An everlasting light that I can't escape.
Everywhere we've ever been...
I can't go there anymore.
I can't bear to see it;
can't handle the heat.
I'm jumping ship.
I'm a creature of water,
Gently ebbing and flowing...
So I'll wash my hands of you,
swim away from the memories
and see where the current takes me.
But, baby, it sure as hell won't lead me
to you.
We know better.
The sea and I know love.
This was never it.
lmt

Shouldn't I be happier than this?
I want you, but something more than you.
You've given me little to work with
Although you're all I could ask for.
You're perfect, but you leave me so empty.
I should definitely be happier than this;
But how often is anyone actually happier?
I need the intimacy, the closeness…
I want your interest,
Your compliments, some roses.
Why can't you care for me more than this?
Tell me you love me…otherwise, what is this?
lmt

I'm not overly emotional.
I'm outwardly human.
You have no right to make me
feel any less than the person i am.
I am human.
I am an Emotional creature.
lmt