Poems About Broken Dreams Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but wonder if the pain I felt was the price I had to pay for daring to love and to hope. As I sat there, shattered and broken, I couldn't escape the truth that reverberated within my soul. The road ahead was paved with challenges and heartbreak, but I had to find the strength to endure. With each passing moment, the resolve within me grew stronger, fueled by a determination to rise from the ashes of my shattered dreams.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

Lost in thoughts that swirl and twine, A tapestry of yours and mine, A tale of love and shattered dreams, Of innocence lost in silent screams. With pen in hand, I lay it bare, The ache, the hurt, the unanswered prayer, Words flow freely, a healing balm, As I capture the storm in silent calm. In each line, a piece of my soul, A story of love that took its toll, Dance of shadows, a play of light, A journey through the endless night. So let me write, let me release, The pain that seeks a sense of peace, For in these words, I find my way,

The Forgotten Mate 1. The Masquerade Rejection. Dreams are elusive, fleeting moments of solace that transport us to a realm untouched by the hardships of reality. In my dreams, I find refuge. I am a child again, innocent and carefree, surrounded by the warmth of my family's love. I see their smiles, hear their laughter, and bask in the joy that once filled our humble home. But dreams, no matter how vivid, always fade away. And as I awaken, the cruel reality of my existence comes crashing down upon me like an unforgiving wave.

All your pores and demons will be laid out for all to see. This is how broken-hearted men feel all the time. Even if he tries to sleep it off like a human, he’ll only prolong the numbness and meld one false dream into the next. With no concern for time in the outside world because it feels like everything has dropped dead on their tracks, he’ll chase dreams of Oriana disappearing into a crowd – not staying in one place no matter what he tells her – and the pillows will be stained with a moistness he has never really understood and will never be able to understand.

I yelled. The only thing that was on my mind was Kat as I swerved myself off the road and off the cliff. . . . ¥€¥€¥ "FUCK!" I yelled as I shot up from my bed. I looked around to see Kat laying peacefully in my bed. It was all a dream. I'm not even in a gang "What's wrong baby." Kat asked as she began to wake up. "Kat you have to promise me you will never leave me, or you will never give up on me." I said as tears aligned my eyes.

Pale blue — like the sky I used to dream of touching. I smiled. For now, I'd sleep. But I wasn't broken.

One broken. One whole. But peace like this? It never stays. Not when someone’s still watching. And I felt it, just beneath the silence, the next lie waiting to be broken.

It was laughable. "If he wants to stand in the rain, let him," she said, ice in her voice. To the maid, she added, "If he passes out, send him to the hospital. Just don't let him die here." She never thought she'd hear herself sound that cold. That night, sleep barely touched her. Dreams dragged her back—Steven's face, their memories, everything they once were. The kidnapping, when they'd risked everything for each other. Back then, love felt like the whole world.

The last line still echoed through the room— through her bones— through the walls— like a whisper from the void itself: “The God of Dreams…” —