Secrets of Sylvia

During my lunch breaks, I've been writing poetry. Bad poetry, but poetry. I use it as an escape. I have to maintain a certain persona at work and sometimes I'm just frustrated by everyone saving face, so I let out those frustrations in bad poetry. It feels good...especially knowing that nobody there would really understand what I was writing, anyway. It's a nice release.

I have a hard time sharing the things I write that I think are good on the internet. I think it's because people can be so cruel on the internet. If I post something bad and somebody says it's bad, there's not much hurt. If I post something I think is good and somebody says it's bad, then I may be a little hurt. I know I shouldn't take such things personally, but I do.

So, today I shall share with you some bad poetry. This one really doesn't have a title. I wrote it in a hurry during lunch while trying to release some frustrations about certain people.


Inhale your lies and open your eyes
To clear blue skies, contentment of sighs
Rip your dreams and with me
Tear it at the seams, so it seems,
Did I invade all of your dreams?

Quick, shake off all the blame
And present the weight of guilt to me
I didn't come invading your dreams...

We all think we're important now,
We all think we've made it somehow,
And you think I should bow
To your failings.

I worked so hard not to be like you.
You've gone so far to cut people like me.
And now you think you own me somehow.
I'm not yours.

Inhale your lies, don't open your eyes
too busy for skies; all impatient sighs
Judge me, all of my movement,
(so it seems, so it seems)
Display to me your discontentment
(sew the seams, sew the seams)
Remember, I didn't come invading your dreams.