Noah Ohler Poems

It's hard to believe that
something wretched can produce
something beautiful
to carry the seed
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I told you I'm fine
'cause I've learned to lie
you're best off unknowing
and let your own heart sing
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Darkened shaddows
sillouette upon the
broken down walls
Broken from dreams
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I could sing you 'I don't want...'
or a beatles love song
but I'll stick to my own rhyme
play the tricks and work the time
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Dark and smokey rooms
with sounds from the unknown
a line seperates me from reality
and what may take me home
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Bent over backwards
for a feeling of numb
nearing heart attacks
can't turn back
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She's reached
all she could
no more limits
it's all a matter
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In the dark
paper touches pen
under the old tin sound
as it rains again
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Envy surrounds like a shroud of debate
In underlying liars that justify fate
Pretentious exhibits and visual deceit
Work hard and live strong for a bitter defeat
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Over a year make it more,
but how much more can you make it;
ten, twenty, fifty, or thirty,
tell me, tell me, make me filthy
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