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Azrapse Nov 2017
My world was black and white
before I met you
Till you brought along the color
Now you want to leave me
Not picking up my calls
Got my whole life feeling so strange
Used to take you like a dose
Just to calm my anxiety
now I'm out here chasing dragons  
Slowly losing my sanity
Can't say your name without using profanity
I guess I'm just salty like the sea
My rage crashing like waves on the beach
And I never thought I'd be calling you a *****
But you got me barking
Arguing about all the mistakes that we made
Through it all my memory got engraved with triggers that make me flash back
and fuel my rage
When things get heated
Feed back is appreciated
Crimsyy Oct 2017
you would have
liked me shallow
thoughts like dipping only
half a foot in the ocean
thoughts like simple
one sentence answers

you would have
liked me normal,
seeing black for black,
grey for grey

(on second thought,
grey is probably
just a darker shade of white)

you would have liked my soul
just as dull as you
but i'm a spark of colour
in a monochrome set of walls,
i am green life in
a concrete jungle

you would have liked
our discussions
to not even be discussion,
just small talk
half-assed thoughts,
lukewarm effort

but poets just don't think
like that.

our minds are
more like trees,
branching out in every
possible direction
landing on the moon and
settling for the stars
when we don't.

a/n: thankyou so much for reading! here's to the poets and to the few people that aren't shallow-minded.
Zelda Sep 2017
The memories of you
Scream louder than their weapons
Pointed at me
Saying I should erase you from this life
They bring back the words you spoke
Just before you left me sitting alone in a theater
Watching a movie

I can follow the plot, but cannot pause
I watch the ****** stuck on repeat
And it won’t slow down

I feel the promise we shared
In the tides along the beach
It bring back the words I spoke

I promise I will never forget to remember you
Driving on the bridge watching the sun
Warm the Ireland moor
We survived the ghosts that night

The windows shattered when you woke up beside me
The gates opened and we’re moving into our new home
I know you’ll come home
Because I feel your presence as gentle as a hummingbird
Your bare feet walking through the door everyday
You walk straight through me
My eyes flash open

I never packed up your things
Never closed the gate
Never fixed the shattered windows
Because you promised you’d do it when you came home

But nothing makes sense
Am I a hostage of hopeless thinking?
But I feel your fire consume my heart
Was I too occupied by the warmth of your arms
When you pulled me in, sat me down, I lost my breath
You gave it back
Soft like the English rain tapping on my windshield
As I drive towards the station where we never should’ve said goodbye
I feel the train pass by
And this world is monochrome
I feel the train pass by
And this world is monochrome
I feel the train pass by
And this world is monochrome
Stanley Wilkin May 2017
Dressed in black,
What can you lack
in a monochrome world?
Your eyes weep glass
As your lovers pass
What you remember you dread
Inside your throbbing head!
Georgiana S Mar 2017
Vapours of scents,
Lunar crescents
Of words in amber -
Photons arise  
In monochromatic
Moments of time.

Static sounds
Of nebulous breathing,
Neurotic crowds
Of memories weeping
Between scratched walls,
And monochromatic
Moments of time.
30.03.2017
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Gabriel burnS Dec 2016
They breathe you in,
my charcoal dreams,
and into life
their ashes bleed.

And everything is canvas
frozen into silence,
letting go of notions, old,
anticipating me
to set flame to the cold
and sear through the sheen
of diamonds in their numbness.
Katrid Cornell Jan 2017
The New Year.
Some say it's a fresh start, others pat themselves on the back for
another year down, even though they probably don't deserve the acknowledgement. Some use it as an excuse, to get high, drunk, and all the things that follow so.

I see another year closer.

Another year I've waited to leave this town with its overly feigned cookie cuter houses and plastic people, if you can even call them people at all.
Another year closer to the year I can stop pretending. Another year closer.

Another year so much nearer to showing what black and white can really do, to all the little lights and yellow flowers and raindrops and white canvas.

So much closer. But I'll start here.

Hello, Poetry.
It's nice to see you again.
Chelsea Krona Jan 2017
Everything used to be black and white to me,
But now everything is different,
She is my prism,
She lures the colours to the world,
Even if to me there are none,
Every graceful movement: a waltz
Every shy word: a poem
Every onyx hair: a masterpiece,

And all of these things,
Distract me from my pain,
But the worst thing is,
That distraction, like all things, is temporary,
So when she leaves me,
I must go back to my black and white world,
Where the pain comes back,
The sadness comes back,
And the despair comes back,
Where I await my prism's return.
Nicole Oct 2016
In a world painted black and white,
my vision blends into a shade of gray.
The colors swirl in a clockwise motion,
as if rejecting the mixture of pigments.

Slowly, they fuse into a solid gray tincture.
It is a beautiful color.
The right amount of black and white still evident,
yet the trait to be a distinctive color remains.

In a world painted black and white,
we are opted to pick a side.
Two completely different beliefs,
standing upon their own ethical points.

I am caught in between and seek answers.
We ask and wonder where we belong.
But for now, I will dwell in the blotches of gray
in the divisions of monochrome.
belonging and longing to belong.
Anand Prakasque Feb 2016
Black & white is a way to talk, a way to have conversation in, a world to travel in, a thesis to contemplate in, a kiss to taste so rare, an art too hard for a description, a language spoken by everyone in their own way.
have a read at whole article : http://anandppathak.tumblr.com/post/139123851031/black-and-white
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