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#whitenoise
silence kills being quiet is submission and not speaking up is deadly the aching and pleading the desperate attempts and hasty comments become white noise in the dead of night the white noise is the loudest it mimics those who stay silent
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Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
white noise 🩶
Through soft static, the silence hums,   as a steady tide, where chaos succumbs   and white noise swaddles us in its soothing embrace drowning out the clamour, creating tranquil space, tuning into the comforting drone, as peaceful slumber finally comes. ©️Lizzie Bevis
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 3:47 PM UTC
White Noise
My turntable doesn't have an auto stop Or an arm that returns when the disc is up So I have to be alert, conscious, and in tune Less that scratchy white noise fills up the room If I'm busy with chores, or out in the yard A trench slowly forms, Vinyl's soft, diamond's hard But when I pay attention, I inherently know Two songs left to go, one more... Get up, flip and flow My player might not be smart, doesn't know when to stop But it's got me programmed, whether I like it or not.
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Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
For the Record
a constant reverberating hummmmmm it's there... but not there an energetic sound broad-cast collectively a buzzzzz with new downloads to absorb to disseminate and to distribute mindfully. blissfully yet painfully I am attuned
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
hive mentality
And all they heard was, white noise. In the midst of their own self destruction.
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Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
White noise
it can't be repentance so long as she still smiles.
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Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
muffled
Maybe I am stuck because I am waiting to be moved. Maybe I can move somebody who feels stuck. I loop the songs I love until I choke them of all emotion. I stumble through words from a million brilliant minds searching for madness akin to mine. Pictures, stories, art, opinions, musings, crafts – I gnaw at everything for hidden meaning. Am I even human if nothing moves me? Do I deserve death if I never learned to live? Spur my soul, stir my heart you, who knows exactly what I mean. Or hark my bemoaning as the graceless floundering of unmoored ennui.
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Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
White Noise
Should I bring a résumé  of my dreams to the publishing company on West 38th? An abstraction of when my teeth crumble like pastels, or summaries of my vocal cords seeking air through a taut fabric. I’ve achieved piercing silence in a room of white noise. I have an impressive inventory of witnessing infidelity. once, we were both in between romantic partners. I was awakened by the taste of copper from biting the inside of my cheek. It looked worthy of an aged Merlot. My most admirable skill is prediction. I can sense a mass shooting or the expiring heart of a loved one. but I usually float like an island over the scene because my biggest weakness is lacking density.
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Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
White Noise
i first felt confused. everything seemed to slip between my fingers were they even my fingers? now i was completely terrified. this sense that everything was foreign like i've never seen these surrounding in my entire lifetime. i didn't couldn't feel myself. my it those fingers. i saw them move as fingers do, but they didn't seem like my hands, my fingers, my flushed palms. it felt surreal. even the people i knew seemed unknown to my eyes. it gave me this churn in my stomach. a churn that screamed "danger". but why? don't i know these people? i should know how they act how they talk how they walk how they move. but when i saw them talk when i studied how their lips formed around words i heard nothing. there was no familiarity in their voice and the words they spoke from their mind to their tongues. it sounded like static. like white noise. the nothingness that's heard in a room of complete silence. i felt like white noise. that fuzziness; the pins and needles kind when you haven't moved in hours. i could've brushed it off. maybe tried to refocus my brain into thinking that "yes. all of this is familiar. don't be so dumb." but i couldn't. all i felt was bile in my throat as i internalized my imminent panic. it was settling there in the pit of my stomach all because i couldn't recognize my own voice. i couldn't recognize their faces. i couldn't recognize where i was nor could i recognize why i was there in the first place. what was my purpose? why do i wake up, go to school, come home, sleep. why do i do these things that give me little to no substance in my life? this regular schedule of constance. that's what caused this white noise. the white noise that pressed anxiety and stress into my chest making it heavier making it harder to breath making it worse. i hated it. but i couldn't do anything about it. this white noise. oh, how much i despised the thing. but all i can do is revel in the moment until it passes.
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Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
White noise.
i first felt confused. everything seemed to slip between my fingers were they even my fingers? now i was completely terrified. this sense that everything was foreign like i've never seen these surrounding in my entire lifetime. i didn't couldn't feel myself. my it those fingers. i saw them move as fingers do, but they didn't seem like my hands, my fingers, my flushed palms. it felt surreal. even the people i knew seemed unknown to my eyes. it gave me this churn in my stomach. a churn that screamed "danger". but why? don't i know these people? i should know how they act how they talk how they walk how they move. but when i saw them talk when i studied how their lips formed around words i heard nothing. there was no familiarity in their voice and the words they spoke from their mind to their tongues. it sounded like static. like white noise. the nothingness that's heard in a room of complete silence. i felt like white noise. that fuzziness; the pins and needles kind when you haven't moved in hours. i could've brushed it off. maybe tried to refocus my brain into thinking that "yes. all of this is familiar. don't be so dumb." but i couldn't. all i felt was bile in my throat as i internalized my imminent panic. it was settling there in the pit of my stomach all because i couldn't recognize my own voice. i couldn't recognize their faces. i couldn't recognize where i was nor could i recognize why i was there in the first place. what was my purpose? why do i wake up, go to school, come home, sleep. why do i do these things that give me little to no substance in my life? this regular schedule of constance. that's what caused this white noise. the white noise that pressed anxiety and stress into my chest making it heavier making it harder to breath making it worse. i hated it. but i couldn't do anything about it. this white noise. oh, how much i despised the thing. but all i can do is revel in the moment until it passes.
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
s top i t
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I can tell that the radio's playing But all that I hear is white noise I know that he's talking I can see his lips moving But his words go in one ear and out the other Not coming anywhere near my mind Which might as well be in another dimension Not in this smoke filled room With the heat and sweat of all these bodies I feel his hands Touching Grabbing Places I know my father wouldn't want him to go I should tell him no Stop But I'm frozen in this white dimension White walls White floors, white ceiling White noise
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Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
White noise
And still, in the complete silence, the universe whispers your name and I stretch out my fingertips, searching for you in the overwhelming darkness.
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
White Noise
Want to play a game Lie to me See what happens It will be so fun to watch me at war with myself My natural inclination to trust Versus my accumulated skepticism Oh it will drive me mad you see Throwing my limbs against the wall Trying to see how far they'll bounce off And when I discern the situation I become a lot more cold Than you are used to The one who dried your tears Turns their back Says grow up Now every word Every act will be treated as lies Because once I find one lie I will give up on finding any truth
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Silence is not White Noise and Vice Versa
Screaming Silence Both  mean  the  same  to me Its  not  like  anyone  can hear  my  pain Not  that  I'd  want  them to.
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
Screaming Silence
I'm in a vulnerable state of mind Static screams in heavy machinery A screen of the world in a room of thousands of sounds and lights It's black and white It's silent and noisy It's dark and light I'm in a vulnerable state of mind But all of it is white noise
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
White Noise
The painful part is how he talks like me. I've got buckets of hands and they all want to be around you. The average human body is about 65% water When I see you my body is about 88% water I'm satisfied with approximate rhymes. Like to rain again. Or to lie for eternity. I'll say your name for years, that'll sound off too. Bobbing your head to your favorite song You lent me an earbud White noise The painful part is how he acts like me. Or maybe it isn't him, or you, or me, maybe it isn't anything at all. Wouldn't that be terrifying?
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
Karma Jumped the Gun
people passing by and cars driving past with city wind in my hair and cooler air as the sun sets and the world gets dimmer. you could absorb the whole city from a sidewalk bench.
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
sitting