Poems On Broken Dreams Novels & Stories

LYRA* When the man from my dream returned, my soul leaped with joy. I could feel his touch as he kissed me and held my hand. His touch was the only thing that broke the barrier of nothingness, but still, I could not break free. I felt I would forever be trapped within the confines of my mind.

And in the wind, I heard a voice, my son’s laugh, faint and distant. Waiting. I dreamed in pieces, not like before when dreams were just echoes of memory, soft and unfinished. No, these were jagged. Shattered. Flashing too fast to hold onto. Like someone had taken my soul and smashed it on a stone floor, and now I was crawling across the shards trying to put it all back together. A hallway, a child’s hand in mine, a golden room, a scream maybe mine. And always the Rift, pulsing like a heartbeat I couldn’t shut out.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

Even her light olive complexion was a bitter reminder of the man she had cheated with while she had just recently gotten married to Michael, because she felt guilty,hurt and filled of regrets. By the time Sara was seven, her mother had become both her brightest hope, and her darkest fears, all rolled into one. She forever withheld her unconditional love for her, telling her she had done one small thing or another, to deserve to be left just outside the warmth, and love of her mother’s heart. But she was always striving to earn that place, thinking if she just became a better little girl, she might finally be good enough for her. The cycle repeated itself endlessly, hope, and desperation, rea

she whispered quietly as she looked around the room. The curiosity and concern overwhelmed me as I looked at my longtime friend. I leaned in close to her and asked just as quietly, “What is it?” “Well,” she began taking another look around the room before continuing. “I have been having dreams as well but not of Laylan, or unicorns, or fairies, or anything like that. I always thought that maybe I just had multiple personalities and the other happened to be a man named Daemon. But recently, I have been dreaming dreams as if they were his memories or something,” she stopped and looked at me.

My pup hadn't even seen the world yet, but it was about to perish with me. "I held onto that pine tree with all my might. I broke my claws. I shattered my ankle. I was completely covered in blood. It felt as though multiple knives were stabbing into my body as I inched my way down the tree. "But I still survived. I couldn't die. I couldn't let my pup die either." Raul snapped his head up to look at me, wanting to reach out to caress my ankle. However, I neatly avoided him. "Let me look at your injuries, Kaia—"

Lauren looked at them coldly and took out a Pokeball and tossed it up in the air and Gengar came out and looked at the surroundings, he saw that people where terrified and three of them were about to piss their pants, then he looked at Lauren and understood that his master was pissed and laughed at the misfortune of those three who were on their knees. Lauren "Gengar use Bad Dream, then Dream Eater" Gengar just laughed and attacked Meowth, Jessie, and James with the following moves causing them to become mindless zombies as they suffered from scary dreams then suddenly assaulted by Dream Eater caused them to become mindless people. Gengar finished it off and sent them flying as he went back

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss. Next door, where my childhood home had once been, was now a bar. From inside, a singer strummed their guitar, their voice drifting through the evening air: "…At the moments that matter most, I finally see it clear, “Your hesitation, “Leaving me to wander alone, “Sober in the midst of dying, “Realizing you were always two steps ahead of me…" My fingers tightened around the keys. The sharp edges dug into my palm, cutting deep.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

Jada dreamt that Lyken was kissing her. ‘Ugh! If only I could dream like that every night. If only it wasn’t ruined in the end.’ She dreamt that she asked him to stay although he was already engaged. At least for that night and he did. He spent the night with her. And Jada was right, it was nothing more than a dream. Because when she woke up, she didn’t see Lyken next to her. She reached out for the pillow next to her and hugged it. When her nose touched the cover, her breath hitched. ‘Why does it smell like him?’