eli-seth-salazar - Hello Poetry

Who said life gets any easier We just get used to the hard times Take the good where you can get it And take the bad just as it comes Oh it comes Or you could spend your time having fun Laying out in the sun You could take slow as you go Enjoying every moment Roll the windows down Light me another one They wont catch us now Driving 90 on the freeway Oh you could spend your time having fun Laying out in the sun You could take slow as you go Enjoying every moment Roll the windows down Light me another one Take the good where you can get it They wont catch us now Enjoying every moment

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Feb 22, 2016

Feb 22, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

Optional

Who said life gets any easier We just get used to the hard times Take the good where you can get it And take the bad just as it comes Oh it comes Or you could spend your time having fun Laying out in the sun You could take slow as you go Enjoying every moment Roll the windows down Light me another one They wont catch us now Driving 90 on the freeway Oh you could spend your time having fun Laying out in the sun You could take slow as you go Enjoying every moment Roll the windows down Light me another one Take the good where you can get it They wont catch us now Enjoying every moment

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I see you as I'm cleaning tables. I try not to make eye contact, you feel my presence. I can't help myself, I'm drawn to you, Like a child drawn to the jingle of keys. A feeling this strong is not foreign, but I question it. I've never fallen in love so quickly, sorta like i was struck down by lighting. At first sight! how cliché... I clean tables near you just to get closer, the check is on the table! I haven't got much time! You stand up, take your last sip of water, place the glass cup ever so gently on it's coaster. I'm frozen in fear, I can not move, I can not speak. Helplessly, I watch as u walk out the door. My heart, it breaks, but then again who could love a busser anyways.

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 3:32 AM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

busser

I see you as I'm cleaning tables. I try not to make eye contact, you feel my presence. I can't help myself, I'm drawn to you, Like a child drawn to the jingle of keys. A feeling this strong is not foreign, but I question it. I've never fallen in love so quickly, sorta like i was struck down by lighting. At first sight! how cliché... I clean tables near you just to get closer, the check is on the table! I haven't got much time! You stand up, take your last sip of water, place the glass cup ever so gently on it's coaster. I'm frozen in fear, I can not move, I can not speak. Helplessly, I watch as u walk out the door. My heart, it breaks, but then again who could love a busser anyways.

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Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls? They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind, To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed "End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith And to just wait, wait and wait Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY..... ~Imperfect Desire **

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eli-seth-salazar

Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC

thatlonergirl

My Demons

Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls? They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind, To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed "End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith And to just wait, wait and wait Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY..... ~Imperfect Desire **

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soft to the touch pale complexion red hair, long and wavy small pink lips, grin mischievous fire in your eyes passion in your soul lust in your veins I long to be the item of your desire, to have you wrapped around my finger tips. of all things to transpire, his heart is yours and your heart is his.

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Mar 7, 2015

Mar 7, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

The Girl

soft to the touch pale complexion red hair, long and wavy small pink lips, grin mischievous fire in your eyes passion in your soul lust in your veins I long to be the item of your desire, to have you wrapped around my finger tips. of all things to transpire, his heart is yours and your heart is his.

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Left for dead on the side of the road no one to Identify me, I'm no one to claim. A letter placed in my jacket reads a soulful man with nothing to his name but a heart full of love and a past full of shame

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Dec 24, 2014

Dec 24, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

corpse

Left for dead on the side of the road no one to Identify me, I'm no one to claim. A letter placed in my jacket reads a soulful man with nothing to his name but a heart full of love and a past full of shame

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I'll feel better when the smoke clears and your guilt becomes sincere

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

cope

I'll feel better when the smoke clears and your guilt becomes sincere

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Your own reality is based on how the birds sing at night, faint little voices calling your name, take this day and build a city at the edge of your delusions, the tree tops seem to be the only level minded creatures

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Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

mysticism

Your own reality is based on how the birds sing at night, faint little voices calling your name, take this day and build a city at the edge of your delusions, the tree tops seem to be the only level minded creatures

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Clink! Zip ...zip..zipp No matter how many times you try to ignite the fire, the flame will not kindle without a spark to the fuel. A gas as thin as air, and as invisible as emotions. A spark to arouse the very atom of the fire a spark at the right time, at the right spot. a spark such as the one we felt when our eyes met for the very first time.

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

zippo

Clink! Zip ...zip..zipp No matter how many times you try to ignite the fire, the flame will not kindle without a spark to the fuel. A gas as thin as air, and as invisible as emotions. A spark to arouse the very atom of the fire a spark at the right time, at the right spot. a spark such as the one we felt when our eyes met for the very first time.

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**^ / \ I| \ I| / I| . > I| \ I| / I| > I| > I| .\ I| .>** •you found a key that wasn't yours •brazenly opening and entering boarded doors•pardon this intrusion, i do so unwillingly•although i only have myself to blame for not treading this path, cautiously...•

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eli-seth-salazar

Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC

ryn

Intrusion

**^ / \ I| \ I| / I| . > I| \ I| / I| > I| > I| .\ I| .>** •you found a key that wasn't yours •brazenly opening and entering boarded doors•pardon this intrusion, i do so unwillingly•although i only have myself to blame for not treading this path, cautiously...•

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To the man in the hat on the side of the road, tell me dear sir how far did u go? Where do u come from? what is your name? Tell me dear sir what was your aim? You say your aim was freedom and that you flew too close to the sun. it doesn't even matter where anybody comes from. As for your name you say it is not one to boast, for it is too common, my name young traveler, sadly, is hope.

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC

eli-seth-salazar

to the man in the hat

To the man in the hat on the side of the road, tell me dear sir how far did u go? Where do u come from? what is your name? Tell me dear sir what was your aim? You say your aim was freedom and that you flew too close to the sun. it doesn't even matter where anybody comes from. As for your name you say it is not one to boast, for it is too common, my name young traveler, sadly, is hope.

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