#blackandwhite
Colours are uncalled for today,
Today I would rather
Black, grey, white.
Noise I don’t need today,
Drowning in the emptiness
In which I reside.
(Original version is in Dutch)
Kleuren zijn niet nodig vandaag,
Vandaag heb ik liever
Zwart, grijs, wit.
Geluid heb ik niet nodig vandaag,
Verdrinkend in de leegte waarin ik zit.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 5:06 AM UTC
Swaying awkwardly on the thin lines of memories;
Memories who have sworn to stay unattainable ever again.
A colorless curtain is wrapped around these sketched memories;
The wrapper materialized to enhance the memory's spectrality.
Sometimes scent of these memories comes with their spectral humor;
A humor of untouchiness, creating cracks in corners of the soul.
Sometimes fearing to be consumed wholly by these not so attainable memories;
A battle between kuro and shiro continues within patches of these memories.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
White canvas
Black lines
No space for color
White is too bright
Black is not dark enough
Oscillate between the two
Less towards the light
And more towards the dark.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 10:04 PM UTC
I do not wear the brightest colors
they blister on me like false hallelujahs,
like hymns sung by mouths that never tasted ash.
Red is a lie. Yellow screams.
I was meant for grey
for the shade that lives between smoke and surrender.
I hate the sun
its gold teeth, its cruel spotlight.
It peels me open like fruit left out too long.
Give me the sky when it's weeping,
when it folds in on itself like grief
tucked beneath an old coat.
Sweet coffee tastes like apology.
I drink it black
like a widow’s veil,
like ink spilled on a suicide note.
I want the bitterness to bite,
to remind me that even silence can scald.
Joy is foreign
a costume that fits someone else’s ghost.
When I laugh, it echoes wrong,
as if joy is borrowing my voice
and not returning it.
I was stitched from thunderclouds,
from cellar air and moth wings.
I do not like people.
Their voices swarm like flies
around the fruit I’ve already thrown out.
Their love is too loud, too pink.
I crave solitude the sharp knife of it,
clean, precise, and without perfume.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 7:10 PM UTC
So easy for you being done with me
Tears cried for your name
Things begin looking up for a bit
They always end the same
That doesn't make much sense to me
Spin circles round and round
Scream at the top of my lungs that I love you
Your ears just ignore the sound
Like trapped inside a transparent box
Too incompetent to escape
Hands are bound with ropes
My mouth is covered in tape
To make peace with you is all I desire
Understand irrational fears
On surface situation is black-and-white
Beneath layers more complex than it appears
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 11:23 PM UTC
Io! Maestro dell'essere,
mente a scacchi,
pronta a muovere la prossima pedina
con apatia e ordine. Ordine.
Non implorerò, mai, di avere
un nuovo paio di occhi
che non vedano in bianco e nero,
magari solo meno ingenui, idioti.
Ormai non mi vedo più nello specchio:
spalle, alzate.
Schiena, inarcata.
Capo chino. Pietoso. Indegno!
** già tutto quello che mi serve:
mani di pietra e velluto,
una fronte, rugosa, che parla,
risate tra il folle, e il nobile. Nobile.
///
Me! Master of being,
chess mind,
ready to move the next pawn
with apathy and order. Order.
I will, never, beg to have
a new pair of eyes
that do not see in black and white,
maybe just less naive, idiotic.
I no longer see myself in the mirror:
shoulders, raised.
Back, arched.
Head bowed. Pitiful. Unworthy!
I already have everything I need:
hands of stone and velvet,
a forehead, wrinkled, that speaks,
laughter between the madman, and the noble. Noble.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
It was yes or no,
Black and white,
But I’ve grown
Into seeing the gray.
I realized that there
Is a sky full of stars
In between the night
And the day.
Jan 8, 2024
Jan 8, 2024 at 11:06 AM UTC
I dreamt of you
In black and white
But
Your voice
Was in color
I do not know
What words you said
But I heard
Shades of adore
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 2:35 PM UTC
your mind
like canvas
pure white
till you get hurt
and paint it
deep black
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
The black and white has lost its silhouette
The lines slip from the page
Who can say what reality remains?
Those who exist in three dimensions
Will decide where the truth of the matter lies
And if we're better off
The world pauses, a little more than eight
A man's lost his breath to another
It wasn’t theirs to take
Those who exist on the other side of the screen
Will decide where the truth of the matter lies
And if we're better off
A bounty is placed, a renegade is born
The long arm reaches for another soul,
Another soul is pawned
Those who exist for the law
Will decide where the truth of the matter lies
And if we're better off
A man is led to the edge of the world
He's pushed and plummets into the unknown
Everything in him breaks, but he survives the fall
Those who were standing behind him
Will decide where the truth of the matter lies
And if we're better off
Is any justice worth an injustice?
Can it still be called justice?
When the means don't justify the ends,
Is anybody really, truly, better off?
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
Why does this darkness exist? The power to bring death and destruction
So quickly it came to rest at his fingertips–am I still human?
It appeared as a vortex of shadows–he thought it a hallucination
It was insane and all too real, he could not resist stepping into the swirling dark
He thought it meant the end, but he was wrong
The unending black, still, and quiet
He found security
What does it mean when the “inner you” is silent?
Black tower, his home, wherever it stands, a spiral stair, sharp spines, sheer design
Black throne, occupied
Black blade, the edge of balance, cutting through eternity
What is in between black and white?
This is the effect of light, across space and time
Sitting at the center of his world, thinking, brooding, asking questions you are afraid to answer
What do you see when you look into your own eyes?
Testing those who call for it, testing you
Making people prove themselves–do you really know what life and love are?
Digging deep, bearing water from the well of notions
What things do you do or say because of your fears?
I will not leave until I crack every porcelain mask
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Life is black and white
One moment you are full of feels
Another you are nothing but an empty vase
Tell me which is worse
Tell me which is better
The feeling of being accepted
The feeling of being appreciated for lil’ things
The feeling of belonging to someone and someplace
The feeling of chasing dreams with hope
The feeling of inspiration brewing within you
The feeling of loving life while watching the sun set
The feeling of the sipping on the warm coffee
The feeling of cold water running down your body
The feeling of waking up to a sunny morning
The feeling of overcoming your fear of dogs
The feeling of achievement after finishing a 3000-word essay
The feeling of being
Or
The peaceful feeling of being lost in your own dimension
The peaceful feeling of not talking to anyone
The peaceful feeling of not having to trust a soul
The peaceful feeling of laying hopelessly
The peaceful feeling of the 3am routine
The peaceful feeling of the bitter sensation of liquor
The peaceful feeling of hot water running in the dark space
The peaceful feeling of not leaving your bed
The peaceful feeling of gazing at the ceiling
The peaceful feeling of just being
Tell me which is worse
Tell me which is better
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 12:27 AM UTC
Now when I look-I only absorb monochromatic colors!
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
You remember the fire in black and white
Like an old movie
How the pictures on the wall burned
How they crumbled to the flaming ground
As if descending into the inferno
The fabrics singed,
The kitchen had fallen apart
The stairs to the second floor had collapsed
But the glass-eyed look she gave you
Was the only thing in colour.
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 9:42 AM UTC
I think of her
She comes to mind
Did you buy him a lizard?
Nancy, dearest
Wasn’t feeling her best
When she sliced through his gizzard.
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 8:50 AM UTC
True nightmares aren't in color
True nightmares are in black and white
True nightmares don't end when you wake up
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 9:01 PM UTC
“*Mind set
for greatness,
The blind met
the greatest…
My eyes set
to break the lens,
I’m kind so let’s
take a chance…
Dice and bet
with fake friends,
Find the net and
break defence*!”
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
I have w e i r d anxiety
And I don’t quite k n o w where to put it
I feel off
Like watching a black and white movie when you’re a kid with a theme that’s b e y o n d you and knowing that you don’t quite know what it’s about
A lack of an aboutness with yourself
Much about what I do and where I go and who I see
And triumphantly living this l i f e
As I w a n t
But feeling a l i t t l e far from m y s e l f
I’m writing a bookmaybe I should get back to it
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
tidak disadari, langit yang biru berubah
menjadi warna oranye dan ungu muda.
perpaduannya pun sangat indah,
ditemani pula oleh kicauan burung yang sunyi.
selang waktu berjalan, hati semakin berat,
pena dan kertas, aku bertemu lagi denganmu.
langit yang indah tiba tiba berteriak,
seperti singa yang mengaung ditengah ladang.
apakah mungkin, bahwa kita melihat langit yang sama?
perbedaan waktu yang tidak masuk akal, ingin membuatku
menguras air di lautan yang biru,
yang menghalangi pertemuan kita.
gila, bukan?
aku berbicara kepada kertas putih,
layaknya kertas ini adalah sahabatku,
atau kuping yang selalu mendengar.
tangisan hati pun terlalu keras, malam ini.
langit yang indah, sekarang bersaturasi,
menjadi warna abu abu yang gelap,
jadi ini, toh.
ini, yang dinamakan
berbicara kepada kertas,
saat air mata milik senja,
turun dari langit.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC
the darkness of the night consumed me,
my heart is dull and i'm heaving for air
i’m sorry, mom.
i didn't mean to shout,
i didn't mean to argue,
i didn't mean to slam the door,
and i didn't mean to get mad
the regret left my lips as i exhaled deeply,
my hands grasping on my blanket
while tears are furiously streaming down
my dark orbs
you are always so soft to me,
caressing me in your arms,
like i am an angel born into this world,
you treasure me so much.
9 months,
the pain that you had to endure while
carrying me in your belly,
walking around like you're okay
and years,
the struggle that you had to go through
while raising me and my brother as your child,
smiling through it all like you’re okay
i am yet to give you what you deserve,
mommy, please wait for me.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 12:06 AM UTC
**** bookends
**** closure
**** the black and the white
**** the knots
Tied up neat
Cause that really ain't life
Life's messy
There's dirt
It's not simple and clear
It's the road
It's the journey
And the path you take there
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 9:59 PM UTC
You are a sunflower
Stand tall
Let your limbs reach down to the earth
Feel grounded
Feel happiness
Feel peace
You are bright colours
Greens and yellows
Against blue backdrop skies
Feel proud
I am a sunflower
Whose colours have faded
My limbs droop and sag
Feel uprooted
Feel anger
Feel war
I am dull colours
Blacks and whites
Against grey backdrop skies
Feel defeated
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC
I am a tragedy
And might I remind you
As we approach the end
That the best tragedies seem
Like they might
Maybe
Just maybe
Have a happy ending
That is
Right up until the
Very
Last
Minute
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:49 AM UTC
Sadness isn't black and white
It is the color of the world
So bright and full of life.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC