Cheshire94

Once again I don't exist. Once again I watch others Take their place where I long to be. And I tell myself each time, Next time, Maybe next time I'll be remembered, Maybe I won't be treated As if I'm not there, Or worse, As if I'm something that does not understand, Something that won't care Because it does not comprehend The conversations of higher beings. And so Once again I stand here on the sidelines, Guilty As I encourage my friends, With barely concealed sadness And perhaps, A tinge of jealousy For who they are And what they acheive And for what I long to do. I don't want much. Just to be included. Just to be li

Dreaming On Everyone dreams. Dreams of fairytale love, Or James Bond exploits. Dreams of dancing in the stars Or gliding, seamless, Across adamantine ice. Because everyone dreams. And in their fantasy world, They always triumph, Win the hand of their love, Outwit the enemy Or sail through glittering lights. But dreams fall Like flowers, withering, Dream on. Always. Dreaming on.

A Poem Which is not Really About Frogs I shall write you A poem About frogs. Which no more Can be read into Past the superficial. So, This is my poem About frogs. And you cannot tell me It is about My life, my views, My hatred of politics, Because it's not. It's about frogs. And here it is. I have written you My poem About frogs. But It's not really About frogs. It's about you, Reading more into poetry, Than is actually There. So, Here is my poem Which is not really About frogs And I hope you can Bring yourself To only read what's here And to ignore what's not.