Novel & Cerita Poems On Broken Dreams

Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet; Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death:

0 Maybe Tomorrow (by Leo Ellis) 0 Maybe tomorrow, I’ll find my way, 0 Into the arms where love holds sway. 0 A monster with dreams that gently borrow, 0 Hoping for a home, maybe tomorrow. 0 Alone I stand, in the quiet of night, 0 Wishing for a family, warm and bright. 0 Broken eyes reflecting a hopeful gleam, 0 In the silence, I dare to dream. 0 Through corridors of hope, I tread, 0 Aching for a place to rest my head.

The dream broke, leaving me shaking. In the dark, I whispered into my hands: “I will not break. Not this time.” But part of me wondered if breaking wasn’t the point—if I was being remade into something else entirely.

The song started and she stared thoughtfully at the air for some seconds, before she started nodding her head slowly, until she began shaking her shoulders. [This is the lyrics of the song] My Mama would say, nothing would break me, or leave me astray Who would've guessed, I let my mind drift so far away. You always said, I was a dreamer, now it's dead. I'm dreaming of things, that's making my mind go crazy Small things like When I call you at home and he answers the phone Or I get your machine and I don't hear me When I lie in my bed with the thoughts in my head

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over. When I arrived, I saw a spark of life return to his eyes, like an old fire rekindled. Still, that tiny ember vanished the moment I spoke. "I used to want to marry you here more than anything." Saying it now, I didn't feel pain anymore. Maybe, when the end is near, your heart just gets lighter.

His eyes filled with pain. “You won't.” The stars around them brightened. One by one. Thousands of lives. Thousands of possibilities. Each one reaching toward her. The Dreamer pointed toward them. “You'll become responsible for all of them.” She looked around. At the countless forgotten futures. The abandoned dreams. The people nobody would ever meet. And her heart broke. Because they were beautiful. Every one of them. “I know.” “No.” His voice cracked. “You don't.” The stars began moving. Not randomly.

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

As the evening breeze drifted through the open windows, his eyes seemed to sparkle. I suddenly remembered a line from that letter I'd so carelessly dismissed: "Love happens in this world Like the gentle clink of ice in a glass, Like summer's sweet tea on a perfect day."

"Yes! I'm dreaming and I've been here for almost two days. I slept fine thinking I was going to wake up in my real life, but I am still dreaming. I find Tessa and Pearl here as handmaidens. strange. My father is a King, My mother is dead, and you... a Prince. It is very frustrating, I miss my Mom my friends, my life, and I don't know what that story of a stupid Diamond is supposed to mean to me!" She panted breathlessly, after pouring out the load in her heart. Dexter's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You are right, I won't understand." Ruby put her hands back on the rail and hung her shoulders in disappointment, at herself. Expecting someone in her dream would understand what it was like