Unstoppable Dreams Poem Words Novels & Stories

For in my dreams you have no end. When I read that poem on a literature collection page online, it hit me too hard because that was actually what I felt towards your Master. I adore him from a distance, kiss him in the wind and hold him in my dreams. Yeah, I know, I'm a coward. Perhaps, just afraid to be rejected. You see your Master was so hard to reach when I'm just an ordinary girl with nothing to offer. He was every girl's dream when no one even notice me.

Do not count coins Count stars you want to reach Progress beyond infinity You are not born for limits You will counter success You will set new peaks What time couldn’t serve You will give the world For you dream On the bed of rest Let be active Your every dream Your new dream Your new dream Of life Of courtesy To me I with you Held stronger Than you can see Than you can believe Death won’t touch you Dying can be no one’s destiny Dying can be no destiny You will live another day today Live wisely Do not fault Do not commit new sin You be praised For you the sane Is supported by my Good will Great will Just like you dream You dream You dream Do not counter self Give self space to survive Coun

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

Utter and complete blackness. Then, being thrust in a direction. The thrusting ceased and my body lay still. Then came the falling and the fear of crashing down and never waking up again. And then came the soft touch of grass on my bare skin. As I lay on the grass, I waited for the headache to come and split up my skull. But it never came. That's how far the dreams had progressed every time. I gently peeled my eyes open expecting nothing but blackness to greet me. It was dark alright, but not black. I could see for a few meters ahead of me and I could easily make out my surroundings.

I don't care ,I don't care if they call me crazy ,we could live in a world that we design Cause every night I lye in bed the brightest colors fill my head ,a million dreams are keeping me awake. I think of what the world could be,a vision of the one I see.A million dreams are keeping me awake..🎶 I was really surprised, I've never heard such a beautiful voice..I walked closer to see the person,and I saw the witch.. "What ?How can a person like her have this type of voice" I said inwardly,and I hid so she won't see me..

Conrad starts to open up once they started eating. “Dad, do you think that I’m really that of a mess right now?” Conrad asked. “You know you’re not a mess,” Scott answered. “What made you think that?” He asked. “It’s just that, I can’t think straight anymore,” Conrad answered. “Every night, I kept thinking these unrealistic events that uncertainly won’t happen. Then I kept waking up to the same nightmare over and over again.” He continued. “I’m also afraid that if I hurt someone, they will leave me…”

The air seemed to echo with the weight of unspoken emotions, the collective sorrow of dreams left unfulfilled. With each turned page, Larry unveiled fragments of Sophia's aspirations. Her words, penned with a grace that transcended the ink on paper, echoed through the room like a soft melody. The dreams she had carefully articulated in the diary were now laid bare for those who loved her to witness, a testament to the depth of her spirit.

"Our unity is unbreakable." With those words, the illusions shattered, revealing a path to solid ground. The labyrinth seemed to acknowledge their triumph, its walls shimmering with approval. As they continued, they encountered chambers filled with puzzles that tested their wit, mirrors that reflected their true selves, and passages that challenged their very perceptions.

After a moment, though, his expression grew serious again, as if he remembered something. While my spirits were lifting, nightmares continued to plague my nights. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my parents jumping off a high rooftop, despair and helplessness clinging to me tightly. Fred's anger and indifference, followed by Dean's vindictiveness, flooded my mind, reminding me of how I had become the target of everyone's disdain. Memories flashed like a film reel in my mind. I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night. Opening my eyes, I found myself back in the sterile hospital room, the smell of antiseptic heavy in the air.

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…” —