#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
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC
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
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 3:47 PM UTC
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.
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:24 PM UTC
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
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
And all they heard was,
white noise.
In the midst of their own self destruction.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 8:28 PM UTC
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.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
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.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
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.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
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
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
And still,
in the complete silence,
the universe
whispers your
name
and I
stretch out my fingertips,
searching for
you in the
overwhelming
darkness.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
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
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Screaming
Silence
Both mean the same to me
Its not like anyone can hear my pain
Not that I'd want them to.
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
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
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
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?
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
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.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC