Poems On Broken Dreams Novels & Stories

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

But those dreams lay shattered now, scattered like shards of glass upon the cold, unyielding floor. For the night had passed, leaving nothing but emptiness in its wake. And she was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart, alone in the cold light of dawn. he night etched itself into her memory with an indelible, horrifying mark. It wasn't just memorable; it was a night that would haunt her for years to come, a night she would never be able to forget no matter how hard she tried.

The sunlight was bright, and there was not a cloud in the sky. Those dark years when I was imprisoned felt like a distant nightmare. But now, my restless dream was finally over. My life had only just begun. My phone on the desk vibrated. It was a picture message from an unfamiliar number. It was a photo. Inside a ruined shack, two beggars who barely looked human curled up in a corner, fighting over a moldy piece of bread. I recognized them as Kyle and Jessica. Below the photo was a line of text. [This month's update.]

Every time I improved, what awaited me was even harsher suppression and torment. I didn't want to argue with Shane anymore—what was the point? But when my gaze fell on my mother at the doorway, her steps trembling as she came in to see me, her face full of worry, I couldn't help pouring out all the grievances I had kept inside. "Shane, do you still remember when your company was on the brink of bankruptcy?"

He squinted his eyes at it. I smiled softly to myself before I continued. “It's heartbreak. Broken trust, shattered dreams, the flame that warmed their hearts now flickers. The cracks are to show what's broken even in a painting so beautiful, the shadows to show the darkness that has taken away everything they once had… I wanted to capture the pain even in something so beautiful” I explained. He was silent for a while too long before humming. “It's haunting”

Just us. As laughter and music swelled around them, the camera of memory captured the moment of four hearts, once fractured, now mended. Not perfect. But whole. Because sometimes, the night didn't end in darkness. Sometimes, it ended in light. And that was enough.

Maybe I'm dead and everything I see and hear are illusions of my past life, regrets and broken promises made. Was this where I made my peace? I'm content and confused but all in all this was my life even if I didn't get to live it on my own terms. Rain clouds come to play, again Has no one told you she's not breathing? Hello, I'm your mind, Giving you someone to talk to... Hello.... If I smile and don't believe Soon I'll know I'll wake from this dream Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken Hello, I'm the lie living for you

Some dreams are probably meant to be broken. Eva had dreamed some dreams with Rafael , but everything changed in one night due to Rafael’s deception. Perhaps now Eva will be afraid to dream again. She had poured her heart and soul into those dreams, only to have them shattered by someone she trusted. It was a painful lesson to learn.

Then there were the fangs and the biting— Yeah—how high school is it to have dirty dreams about a vampire? To hell with it, because in these dirty dreams, Gaia had the best sex she'd ever had. It had gotten so bad, that on nights she didn't dream of him, she'd lie in bed using all her might to conjure his spirit. When these dreams did happen, Gaia could not control them. She always woke the next morning, sometimes sore, in her bed, alone, and fully clothed in pajamas that she never remembered putting on.