"reznor" poems - Hello Poetry

Slipping away Even deeper Into the void Getting Smaller The downward spiral At the heart of it all The art of self-destruction The beauty of being numb The perfect drug Beside you in time Just like you imagined I'm looking forward to joining you, finally Terrible lie Something I can never have The big come down The great collapse The day the world went away The line begins to blur Help me I am in hell At the heart of it all Right where it belongs The greater good The great destroyer A warm place Erased Over Out Poem created using titles of Nine Inch Nails songs. Title names by Trent Reznor. Arranged by Mike Shaw.

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Sep 25, 2012

Sep 25, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC

mike-shaw

A Warm Place

Slipping away Even deeper Into the void Getting Smaller The downward spiral At the heart of it all The art of self-destruction The beauty of being numb The perfect drug Beside you in time Just like you imagined I'm looking forward to joining you, finally Terrible lie Something I can never have The big come down The great collapse The day the world went away The line begins to blur Help me I am in hell At the heart of it all Right where it belongs The greater good The great destroyer A warm place Erased Over Out Poem created using titles of Nine Inch Nails songs. Title names by Trent Reznor. Arranged by Mike Shaw.

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I’m picturing these two deities sharing a loft just off of Madison Avenue, maybe near an F-train subway station. Naturally, the neighbors are complaining of glass shattering bleeding screams and thick, throbbing scents of charred hair penetrating the floors above and below while Trent Reznor’s trademark chain in the breeze voice blares “I WANNA **** YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL” from some speaker system seemingly embedded in the trembling walls turned all the way up to **** YOU.” Opening the door to reprimand the two, the landlord is shocked to find thick, juicy molten stains of red wine and blood pulsating a putrid perfume akin to petrol mixed with cinnamon sweat as shards of plates and glasses glisten across the kitchen and living room while the duo erupts into a carnal carnival of frenzied roller-coaster screams as Kali plucks out a rib of Dionysus to lick and gnaw and while her runaway train hips derail against his— he stuffs out a cigar against her shoulder despite blindfolded eyes and ankles handcuffed to the hissing oven while she shoves shrooms dipped in acid down his throat simultaneously sniffing the remaining white powder rocks from under his nose. The burning wild eyes of both beings slam against their skulls-- exploding pupils cartwheel with each ****** The landlord cries, tears teetering the steak knife's edge of maniacal hyena glass shattering laughter and wrist-slitting sadness until both beings ****** a mushroom cloud volcano blast piercing souls & hearts bleaching away reality in a reverse black hole super nova just past Park Ave.

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC

brycical

Noise Complaint Against Kali & Dionysis

I’m picturing these two deities sharing a loft just off of Madison Avenue, maybe near an F-train subway station. Naturally, the neighbors are complaining of glass shattering bleeding screams and thick, throbbing scents of charred hair penetrating the floors above and below while Trent Reznor’s trademark chain in the breeze voice blares “I WANNA **** YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL” from some speaker system seemingly embedded in the trembling walls turned all the way up to **** YOU.” Opening the door to reprimand the two, the landlord is shocked to find thick, juicy molten stains of red wine and blood pulsating a putrid perfume akin to petrol mixed with cinnamon sweat as shards of plates and glasses glisten across the kitchen and living room while the duo erupts into a carnal carnival of frenzied roller-coaster screams as Kali plucks out a rib of Dionysus to lick and gnaw and while her runaway train hips derail against his— he stuffs out a cigar against her shoulder despite blindfolded eyes and ankles handcuffed to the hissing oven while she shoves shrooms dipped in acid down his throat simultaneously sniffing the remaining white powder rocks from under his nose. The burning wild eyes of both beings slam against their skulls-- exploding pupils cartwheel with each ****** The landlord cries, tears teetering the steak knife's edge of maniacal hyena glass shattering laughter and wrist-slitting sadness until both beings ****** a mushroom cloud volcano blast piercing souls & hearts bleaching away reality in a reverse black hole super nova just past Park Ave.

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The needle tore a hole two nights ago, I didn't bite my tongue. But it stung. And bled. Slightly. The lines lead to more lines, Each was easier. Slightly. And when I walked away for the night, Come day I was clean. And now I wear short sleeves. Cause they can ask me "Did it Hurt?" And I will say "Ask Reznor, not Cash."

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Feb 5, 2014

Feb 5, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC

jackledead

Trent Reznor Wrote "Hurt"

The needle tore a hole two nights ago, I didn't bite my tongue. But it stung. And bled. Slightly. The lines lead to more lines, Each was easier. Slightly. And when I walked away for the night, Come day I was clean. And now I wear short sleeves. Cause they can ask me "Did it Hurt?" And I will say "Ask Reznor, not Cash."

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(a quid pro quo plug for zaftig women) women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle akin to puppy chasing her/his tail or require digital scale, at the extreme alt right registering heavy ba Jill 'en Jack knifed pail loads whether young or old ought to be appreciated not waifer thin self starved as a rail, instead they suffer unfair injustice like a trapped quivering quail thus this fatalistic, generic, and holistic landlubber wanted to point head lee hammer home one secure heterosexual ******* stronger than omnipotent Marcy's Playground weather beaten pail Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail into the coffin of bias against bevy of beautiful babes within the mind of this male, who inherited genetic predisposition for being average, hearty and hale yet feel compassion for those engaged in an ongoing with battle of the bulge, hmm... perhaps hiding ample ***** akin to milky sopping wet grail or accepted unequivocally themselves without envy of lithesome women, who seem to possess flair with nary a flail yet possess much love to avail, and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally despite premium aesthetics considered svelte which mass media accentuates de facto spelt definition of femininity aka runway models donned in faux animal pelt whose deliberate self exhibition prompts madding crowd of man to waggle tongue with slack jaws as if ready to melt or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.

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Jul 14, 2018

Jul 14, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Pleasingly Plump Praiseworthy Princesses

(a quid pro quo plug for zaftig women) women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle akin to puppy chasing her/his tail or require digital scale, at the extreme alt right registering heavy ba Jill 'en Jack knifed pail loads whether young or old ought to be appreciated not waifer thin self starved as a rail, instead they suffer unfair injustice like a trapped quivering quail thus this fatalistic, generic, and holistic landlubber wanted to point head lee hammer home one secure heterosexual ******* stronger than omnipotent Marcy's Playground weather beaten pail Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail into the coffin of bias against bevy of beautiful babes within the mind of this male, who inherited genetic predisposition for being average, hearty and hale yet feel compassion for those engaged in an ongoing with battle of the bulge, hmm... perhaps hiding ample ***** akin to milky sopping wet grail or accepted unequivocally themselves without envy of lithesome women, who seem to possess flair with nary a flail yet possess much love to avail, and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally despite premium aesthetics considered svelte which mass media accentuates de facto spelt definition of femininity aka runway models donned in faux animal pelt whose deliberate self exhibition prompts madding crowd of man to waggle tongue with slack jaws as if ready to melt or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.

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I'm running my hands through my hair, ripping out the loose strands. I'm finding nothing in our lives, goes just as planned. I'm tired so I rub my eyes, but nothing seems to satisfy that itch I have for sleeping by your side tonight, isn't this a wonderful life? It's six years of burning tears, broken hearts and confirmed fears, that everyone I know goes away in the end, just like Trent Reznor said. And every day is a new fight, and I don't know if I'll make it out alive, so when I rest my head at the end of the day, I thank God I survived the fray, because under the circumstances, I shouldn't be alive, but I am, so I'll take it.

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Mar 15, 2016

Mar 15, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC

barry-pietrantonio

Alive and Kicking

I'm running my hands through my hair, ripping out the loose strands. I'm finding nothing in our lives, goes just as planned. I'm tired so I rub my eyes, but nothing seems to satisfy that itch I have for sleeping by your side tonight, isn't this a wonderful life? It's six years of burning tears, broken hearts and confirmed fears, that everyone I know goes away in the end, just like Trent Reznor said. And every day is a new fight, and I don't know if I'll make it out alive, so when I rest my head at the end of the day, I thank God I survived the fray, because under the circumstances, I shouldn't be alive, but I am, so I'll take it.

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Sitting, fishing for compliments, the pole becomes too heavy. Simply, blame our biggest fish, somehow denying advice entirely. Flirting to concede by the stream, vaguely dreaming of obscurity. Spiraling downward, sinking at sea. Murky depths swallow wholly. Descending into imagination, strange thoughts ignite reality. Strangers in darkness, awakening the gloom. Tripping over ideas, centuries old. Images of heroes manifest. Ciphering; the will to power, the endurance to grow. Their thoughts come in waves. Nietzsche, Reznor, Sartre and Kyo. Each a different color, one very bold. Monochromatic, they highlight. Lips move, but nothing is told. Feeling cursed, desperately resuming previous functions. Trapped in a skinner box, pressing the same button. Dreaming of thoughts wishful to hold. Embracing the pain, becomes something gold.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 3:12 PM UTC

Ophelica

Waves

Sitting, fishing for compliments, the pole becomes too heavy. Simply, blame our biggest fish, somehow denying advice entirely. Flirting to concede by the stream, vaguely dreaming of obscurity. Spiraling downward, sinking at sea. Murky depths swallow wholly. Descending into imagination, strange thoughts ignite reality. Strangers in darkness, awakening the gloom. Tripping over ideas, centuries old. Images of heroes manifest. Ciphering; the will to power, the endurance to grow. Their thoughts come in waves. Nietzsche, Reznor, Sartre and Kyo. Each a different color, one very bold. Monochromatic, they highlight. Lips move, but nothing is told. Feeling cursed, desperately resuming previous functions. Trapped in a skinner box, pressing the same button. Dreaming of thoughts wishful to hold. Embracing the pain, becomes something gold.

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women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle akin to puppy chasing her/his tail or require digital scale, at the extreme alt right registering heavy loads whether young or old ought to appreciated as waifer thin self starved as a rail, instead they suffer unfair injustice like a trapped quivering quail thus this fatalistic, generic, and holistic landlubber wanted to point head lee hammer home one secure heterosexual ******* stronger than omnipotent Marcy's Playground weather beaten pail Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail into the coffin of bias against bevy of beautiful babes within the mind of this male, who inherited genetic predisposition for being average, hearty and hale yet feel compassion for those engaged in an ongoing with battle of the bulge, hmm... perhaps hiding ample ***** akin to milky sopping wet grail or accepted unequivocally themselves without envy of lithesome women, who seem to possess flair with nary a flail yet possess much love to avail, and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally despite premium aesthetics considered svelte which mass media accentuates de facto spelt definition of femininity aka runway models donned in faux animal pelt whose deliberate self exhibition prompts madding crowd of man to waggle tongue with slack jaws as if ready to melt or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.

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Mar 19, 2018

Mar 19, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Pleasingly Plump Praiseworthy Princesses

women that tip weigh ling needle to spin vicious circle akin to puppy chasing her/his tail or require digital scale, at the extreme alt right registering heavy loads whether young or old ought to appreciated as waifer thin self starved as a rail, instead they suffer unfair injustice like a trapped quivering quail thus this fatalistic, generic, and holistic landlubber wanted to point head lee hammer home one secure heterosexual ******* stronger than omnipotent Marcy's Playground weather beaten pail Trent Reznor's sixty 9 inch rust free steel nail into the coffin of bias against bevy of beautiful babes within the mind of this male, who inherited genetic predisposition for being average, hearty and hale yet feel compassion for those engaged in an ongoing with battle of the bulge, hmm... perhaps hiding ample ***** akin to milky sopping wet grail or accepted unequivocally themselves without envy of lithesome women, who seem to possess flair with nary a flail yet possess much love to avail, and tis wise to love oneself unconditionally despite premium aesthetics considered svelte which mass media accentuates de facto spelt definition of femininity aka runway models donned in faux animal pelt whose deliberate self exhibition prompts madding crowd of man to waggle tongue with slack jaws as if ready to melt or at instantaneous signal telepathically felt drop drawers upon removing blackbelt.

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