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A soul enters the world, happy, excited, fresh!
It longs to mingle with other souls, and to learn.
The soul smiles when it meets others for the first time, so willing to open up and share with them all it knows, and learn what they know!
But the first soul it meets knocks it to the ground.
The next one questions its motives.
Another ignores it and lets it hurt where it lies, bruised, and not understanding what is happening.
The soul continues like this, ever open, ever fresh, but everywhere it goes it receives the same treatment.
It is mocked for its curiosity and excitement, and it is ignored because it is not like the others somehow.
The soul does not understand.
Many years pass, and nothing changes for the young soul.
It wonders what makes it different and so disliked by all the others, but it never finds an answer.
Slowly, the soul loses its freshness and happiness.
Then one day, the soul meets another who does not mock.
This new soul is different. Maybe in the same way the first is different from all the rest.
And the two souls are happy to mingle and learn what the other knows!
But the first soul has lost much of its essence through the years.
It worries that this new one will someday mock, knock it down, or question its motives.
It wonders if the new one will eventually be hurtful, like all the others.
The soul cannot continue with a damaged essence.
It cannot trust like it used to, because it has been bruised too many times.
It wants desperately to be like it was, back when it was fresh, happy, and excited.
How can it be repaired?
It longs to mingle with other souls, and to learn.
The soul smiles when it meets others for the first time, so willing to open up and share with them all it knows, and learn what they know!
But the first soul it meets knocks it to the ground.
The next one questions its motives.
Another ignores it and lets it hurt where it lies, bruised, and not understanding what is happening.
The soul continues like this, ever open, ever fresh, but everywhere it goes it receives the same treatment.
It is mocked for its curiosity and excitement, and it is ignored because it is not like the others somehow.
The soul does not understand.
Many years pass, and nothing changes for the young soul.
It wonders what makes it different and so disliked by all the others, but it never finds an answer.
Slowly, the soul loses its freshness and happiness.
Then one day, the soul meets another who does not mock.
This new soul is different. Maybe in the same way the first is different from all the rest.
And the two souls are happy to mingle and learn what the other knows!
But the first soul has lost much of its essence through the years.
It worries that this new one will someday mock, knock it down, or question its motives.
It wonders if the new one will eventually be hurtful, like all the others.
The soul cannot continue with a damaged essence.
It cannot trust like it used to, because it has been bruised too many times.
It wants desperately to be like it was, back when it was fresh, happy, and excited.
How can it be repaired?
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i.
Within blue eyes
anemone and starfish
abound, and seaweed eyelashes
move leisurely with the tides.
At sunset they sparkle,
lined with golden sand
and swirling without a sure direction,
becoming cloudy as a storm brews.
Beware, anger flashes across the surface,
where riptides catch the unwary
ships and sailors, wrecked
and broken amongst its depths.
Only the brave venture in,
attracted by the untameable,
roaring waves and sharp wind.
Eyes stinging, they enter the battle.
Slowly they themselves become blue,
the cold clinging to their skin,
sucking out all their warmth.
Then white as stone,
lips cracked and filled with salt
that leaves a bitter
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Poems
Once in an era ship sailed beyond
They sank below the eternal blue
And their mark would be left
As the eternal blue grew so did the mark
Once in a lifetime story are told
Their story was what left of them
The eternal touch they left for us
Untold truth remembered for Tomorrow
Remembered mistake kept for tomorrow
Keeping away the waiting beast
If the beast awake soon death follow
Keeping keys locked and answers be lost
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Yep, I know exactly what you mean here. Sometimes, I hate how easily I trust and/or love people. It hurts, it hurts more them most physical pains, I think, and for a time I began to think, "jeez, forget this crap, I'm done loving people. Every time I do, I just get hurt." And I tried it for a little while, but it was even more miserable than loving people and getting hurt. I realized then that God must have a reason for making me the way he did... I thought about it for a while, and I realized that there were things and people that were wonderful, fantastic for that matter, that I never would have experienced if I didn't love without giving a crap about whether or not it might hurt me in the end. I began to trust in God, that he had a purpose for me, with my scars of emotional hurt, to get to be able to share His love with people that others overlooked. And I have been able to be parts of peoples lives simply because I trust so easily. It hurts more often than not, but I've done some good, I'd say.
Sorry for rambling, I guess I'm just trying to say, I know that it hurts, and how bad it hurts. Just try to remember all the good things that have happened from your love instead of focusing on the bad things. Loving this new person may hurt, but remember, it hurts worse not to love. I speak from experience.
Sorry for rambling, I guess I'm just trying to say, I know that it hurts, and how bad it hurts. Just try to remember all the good things that have happened from your love instead of focusing on the bad things. Loving this new person may hurt, but remember, it hurts worse not to love. I speak from experience.