Broken Dreams Poetry Novels & Stories

My mind replayed every moment of the day—the roses scattering on the ground, the vows I didn’t mean, the kiss that wasn’t a kiss, the look in Kenneth’s eyes when he said he didn’t choose this either. I thought of the girl I had been before all this. The girl who once dreamed of freedom, of healing, of maybe even love. And I realized that girl was gone. In her place was a woman bound by broken pieces, tied to a man who carried his own shattered past. And I didn’t know if we would destroy each other—or if, somehow, those broken pieces might fit together. But tonight, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to find out. So I closed my eyes, clutching the pillow like it could keep me whole.

One bleeding. One broken. One burning. I closed my eyes. If I wasn’t allowed to exist— Then I’d burn down everything that said I couldn’t.

Exhaustion settled in, not just from the physical journey but from the emotional toll of confronting my shattered illusions. With a heavy heart, I rose from the mossy rock, leaving the riverbank behind. The echoes of my tears lingered in the air, a haunting melody that resonated with the profound shift in my destiny. As the first light of dawn illuminated the forest, I disappeared into the shadows, carrying the weight of my broken dreams, seeking solace from the storm I had unwittingly unleashed. In the quiet solace of the night, I contemplated my next move. The once vivid dreams of becoming Luna had crumbled, replaced by the harsh reality of deceit and betrayal.

' "Wind and willow, come take me back to where the worlds meet, and bring me fractured to the sea, let my soul carry me to places and shores where my eyes will never see. Tarry me there and everwhere, let my soul search forever, never resting, always yearning, broken and dreaming of the things I'll never have. Rain and snow, wash from me the powers within me and keep me ever wanting, always needing something more, for my soul is lost in yonder waters. Darkness over light, never ceasing and always growing, take me further into your embrace, hiding and holding all dear to me, broken like shards of glass. Never gather unto me, powers and pleasures of this world. Hide from me the treasures of m

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

With a heavy heart and defeated spirit, Jay whispers to himself, "Love has brought me to my knees, leaving me broken and lost in the wreckage of shattered dreams." THE END

I lie on the bed inhaling deeply and the smell is much stronger here. My heart races with the thought of someone breaking into my home and the dread in me intensifies seeing a black note on the side of the table. Ice grips me as I stare at the cursive words written in red. Caged in a nightmare. Fear the darkness, Unknown to the eyes. The flower spreads poison, just as ocean drowned the love.

All the tears I ever shed and all the nightmares that ever haunted me, I am leaving them behind this door. Where I am going, there is no room for breakdowns or nightmares. I am entering my new life with a new determination. That is to be strong enough to be able to protect Henna and me. The nightmares, if they come, they will find me ready and not whimpering whilst cowering in some dark corner! Descending the stairs, I feel a renewed zeal for living. I feel as if I am heading to a place where victory is ascertained. Something inside me urges me forward. I have this weird anticipation that even I, cannot fathom.

he asked looking directly into my eyes. “I guess it’s a mystery we will never be able to solve?” I replied. If I could read his mind, I’m sure he would be like just tell me this your name so I could drop all this problem on your head. Mother given name has never been used by Dreamers, it’s one of the rules that makes us different from other people who can travel through realms. If your real name was to be discovered, you would be locked up in a building and all your colleagues problem would be placed into your hands to solve for them and for centuries those that have fallen prey to divulging their names have always died before solving even one person’s problem. Well only one person has falle

The men in my dreams, the woman and man, the group of people around my age telling me things like I should be familiar with them. Who are they to me? Are they real? Fucking stupid mind of mines. Ife blasted away at the force field surrounding her in the closet mindlessly. She knew she was running out of time and they would find a way to forcibly mark her so Jacob could get what he wanted. She could never let that happen. She had a mate out there, certainly not the Apollo that Lucy swore she stole away from her. In the midst of thinking of her possible mate, wondering about the details in the making of him, Ife did something she never expected.