Novel & Cerita Poems On Broken Dreams

This was not going to go down like it did in my previous life. To my shock, Rowena started wailing to anyone who would listen, completely losing it. "My husband was away, and of course, that's when everything decided to break: the light bulb, the washing machine. I was clueless about fixing them, so I had no choice but to call Sean for help. But May got the wrong idea, thinking I was after Sean. She even trashed my place a few times in a fit of rage! "May's just green with envy. Oh, and she once said her brother was getting married and needed a house. She even asked me to sell mine to her at a low price. I refused, and she's held a grudge ever since."

He froze, then looked down at his own feet. As if suddenly understanding, he took half a step back and scratched his head. “Oh... right. “I just wanted to learn how you talk.” Then he leaned his head forward again. “That way Victor won’t keep scolding me, saying I can’t even speak properly.” When he said it, there was no resentment in his eyes, only a little hurt. Like a puppy that had been kicked and still did not know what it had done wrong. Something in my chest suddenly ached. If Victor had not kept suppressing him all these years, Miles would never have been left with no way to rise.

Let the dreams rot in the dark without you. But the jar was still full. Because I hadn’t taken more. Because part of me was still waiting, wasn’t it? Still wondering. Still listening for footsteps in the corridor, even as I cursed the idea of them. “Stupid,” I whispered to the dark. “I told them I wouldn’t be theirs. And now look at me.” Still wanting. Still breaking. Still hoping, somewhere deep beneath the rot, that someone might break the rules to reach me. But none of them would.

I tilted my neck to find the room empty. I breathed out and collapsed on the floor with hot tears trailing down on my cheeks which I never knew I held. They say a caged bird remains in the cage no matter how much it tries to fly away with its broken wings. It will always remain weak, broken and shackled. And here I was the one. All broken, numb and destroyed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you like it. Thoughts so far?

By the seventh year of my relationship with Vanessa McBride, she inherited everything her late sister, Rebecca Holloway, had left behind, including her brother-in-law, Derek Holloway. Every time Vanessa returned from Derek's room, she would hold me close and whisper softly, "Just wait a little longer, Grant. Once I give him a child, we'll finally have our wedding." It was the only condition her family had imposed for her to inherit the McBride legacy. In the six months after returning to the capital, Vanessa went to Derek's room regularly. At first, it was once a month. Then, once every few weeks. Eventually, it became almost every other night. And after six months of being alone every

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

(BROKEN) ALL I wanted it to be happy and to be with the one I love. To be happy is all that I need, is all I wished to have, and is all I want to be. I never wished for anything in my entire life, but to be happy, but why is it that, that simplest dream wouldn’t be mine to have? I’ve been dreaming of that precious dream of mine ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been chasing that dream, but now, as this pain is killing me now, chasing that dream will never be mine in mind anymore. I’m tired of waiting, I’m tired of asking, and I’m tired of chasing the dream that will never be mine. I’m done waiting, I’m done asking, and I’m done trusting.

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.

Sophia staggered as emotions washed over her: A mother in Brazil dreaming of a daughter she had lost. A child in Mumbai imagining a city made entirely of music. An old man in Cairo reliving his first love. A soldier in Damascus dreaming peace he had never known. Each dream was a spark. Together, they were a constellation. Sophia’s breath trembled. “This is… beautiful.” Lumen responded with something like awe. • Humanity dreams in color beyond spectrum. • You dream in contradictions that coexist. • This is more than memory.

Dakota What do they say about shattered hopes? They leave behind broken dreams, a heaviness in the heart that lingers like a haunting shadow. Then from the fragments, one can rebuild a stronger and more resilient spirit. All of it was a bunch of crap. I felt empty, useless, and without any hope. All that was left was to crawl into a hole. Axton broke me. Did I blame him? Not one bit. The poor man was innocent. He gave my life meaning and made me laugh and live again.