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

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

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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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

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

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

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

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

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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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

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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Body, mind, and soul. could anyone ask for more? You were unfaithful you were a waste of my time I could not be more happy to be rid of you I could not be more sad to have even loved you

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC

was it too much to ask for?

Body, mind, and soul. could anyone ask for more? You were unfaithful you were a waste of my time I could not be more happy to be rid of you I could not be more sad to have even loved you

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A dream so vivid yet clouded. This dream laid dormant trapped in its own prison. scarred, my mind shrouded itself from the cruel world I curl up in the fetal position an innocent feeling such that I don't feel safe to curl out of Here I go, off to live another day, knowing you are still out there.

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Nov 17, 2014

Nov 17, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC

a clouded memory

A dream so vivid yet clouded. This dream laid dormant trapped in its own prison. scarred, my mind shrouded itself from the cruel world I curl up in the fetal position an innocent feeling such that I don't feel safe to curl out of Here I go, off to live another day, knowing you are still out there.

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