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I’m right here
In the same room
Do you really see me?
I have some problems
So you may need to touch
And speak to me more
To evoke a response
You may need to dig a little
Deeper to hear my words
Or listen carefully to hear me cry
I need your attention
Because what you think of me
Really matters
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Written by Mrs. Timetable.
I write by closing my eyes and scribbling on a napkin. Then I flip it upside down and whatever it initially looks like becomes the subject of my thoughts...

I dream in doodles
Now it all makes sense
Whatever you need to do
Your words arrived here
As splendid as could be
Light, funny, dark or romantic
Pondering's, idioms, truths
Or stories told with color or grey
Reposting, sending them
On their way to others eyes
To read and enjoy
It’s with appreciation
For fellow writers
You are poets and you know it
Explanation of being Timetabled

(Thank you to Beautifully Broken for the color and grey reference idea from “Ordinary” and jordan for being dark)
If a picture is worth
A thousand words
What's it worth
In dreams ?
Is there such a thing
As a cheap dream?
No
Only cheap words
Boy sees flower
Boy waters flower
Cultivates
Cherishes
Admires
His flower
Man sees flower
Man waters flower
In a lush field
He lays there seeing
The beauty she is
Cultivated
Cherished
Admired
The flower knows
Because she blooms
Every day
For him
Happy first year anniversary to The Sernas a dear young couple
I used your Zeros for O's
Now I'm eating
Cheeri-zeros
I used your O for Zero
Stunned by your words
I said "Zero"...
I got nothing
When love is a bad tennis score.

Being funny

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