Mrs Timetable

Mrs Timetable Feb 5

Carry

I'm that girl
Who
When it rains
Carrys her umbrella
But won't use it
She'd rather get rained on
I was injured as a child
By an umbrella
I opened it and it sliced
My finger
I remember the pain too well
So now I fear being
Injured by the one thing
I had to protect me
From the storm
So I may still carry you
With me
But I might not
Let you protect me
This is how I am.
This is why.

Today it's raining

#childhood #trauma #understanding #carry #protect

Mrs Timetable Feb 1

when you left

when you left
you took the color with you,
and now the world
is like an old television set,
with muffled sound
that grates the ears,
and a picture
that cuts in and out,
filled with static,
in brilliant black and white,
that's made more of shades of gray.
did your world get more vibrant,
when you de-saturated mine?
or did the color
disappear entirely;
slipping out of your fingers
to be consumed
by the void
where my heart
once lived

Contributed by @the.poetic.gatsby
On Instagram, Threads and TikTok

"I miss the color in my life"

I really enjoy this writer and authors work

#poetry #sharing #colour #theme #challenge

Mrs Timetable Jan 30

Papercut

Unexpected
Fast
Deep
Sharp
Felt it in my nerves
Ending
Held it
A few seconds
Blanched white
Then watched it
Slowly bleed
A drop
One drop
And to think
It was only paper...
This time

My reaction to a poem I read. It felt like a papercut

#reaction #papercut #sharp #painful #poetry

Mrs Timetable Jan 29

Labels

The internet
Made
Normal
Not a
Thing

Everything has a label now. Not saying this is a bad thing. Just an observation.

#labels #title #whatisnormal

Mrs Timetable Jan 26

Void

Left the emptiness
Behind
To fill the void
Driving like I was
Wearing blinders
Earth fell asleep
Streets lit up
Sparkling
Like enchantimg gifts
Left behind
All Alone
For me to see
Tears streamed as
The music in my heart
Played on repeat
Until it finally took
Me home

#nightime #sadness #hope #grace #drive

Jan 23

Syafie R

Involution

What

scaffold

eternal bounds?

Is it sinew, shadow, vacuum?

You reach, spirals unraveling becoming. Who forged laws?

Can the architect recall genesis, or memory ash? Walls hum with fractal hymns.

Each question births a child, becomes a labyrinth, sings of endless corridors. Beneath infinity's weight, does collapse spiral upward forever unfold?

It is a serpent in disguise— its tongue promises clarity, but clarity is a chimera. Thought consumes itself, meaning devours its maker, and nothingness births the heaviest burden: the need to ask again, endlessly.

Tried something a bit different here, mixed it with a little math. Let me know if I got it right or if I just made everyone’s brain hurt!

#questions #existence #creation #meaning #infinity #reflection

Jan 22

alex

Lines

Far from real,
A empty shell of a being,
Suppressing its ****,
Many eyes yet blind by all seeing.

A void in its eyes,
Forced to see through lenses,
Human by its lies,
An animal depending on its senses.

Bruised finger tip,
Scattered across different views,
Scraped around the lips,
Broken glass and breath stinks from *****.

Head laid back,
Fingers tap the beats of his heart,
Notebook and a Jack,
Dead besides what once he called art.

glasses open doors that I can’t close anymore