#lost dreams

[nonefrancesca]

Some lose socks.

She lost the dreams she had as a child.

[howifeltabouthim]

Slowly and surely, you either turned your real work into work work or you stopped painting and became what you did to feed yourself.

Brandon Taylor, from Minor Black Figures

[rain-rainynights-side]

dreams are and will always be lost to faded memories, no matter how much you believed them to be true in the moment

[traveledlight]

I had a dream I was on my street,

And I sensed you there, like a gut feeling.

Then I saw you, desperately trying to find me,

Visibly confused, running around frantically.

I tried to scream out your name,

But you couldn't hear,

As the words echoed off the houses violently.

You were on the verge of giving up,

Fighting this hopeless battle,

And then you saw me.

With the last of your strength, you ran towards me,

Your face casting a glow against the surrounding darkness,

Like a spirit fighting through hell.

I felt a holy anticipation as you reached for my face,

Like you were going to heal my soul.

But suddenly, I shattered into pieces,

Just as you almost had me.

I could feel you tears forming on the broken pieces of my body,

As you tried to put me back together.

And then I awoke,

Knowing just how close I was to being touched by an angel.

[kyraemrathous]

“Dreams Dimmed by Time”

In youthful days of yore, a maiden dreamed of a future so bright, But reality hath dimmed the flame, a cruel sight. As the years passed, she lost her way, Her once hopeful heart now shadowed and full of dread. Her dreams, she clung to with all her might, But the darkness of life did dim her light.

[herheartdisplayed]

Reading five books on end on a summer day

Writing for hours until there’s nothing left to say

She did it all for pleasure, not praise

But now her ambition is lost in a haze

Paralyzed when work piles up

Because all her dreams became corrupt

They told her once to reach for the stars

But now they tell her that she’s bizarre

She hasn’t read for many years

Held back by all of her fears

She wants to be something more than space

In a competition with herself, but she’s losing the race

But she’ll hang on for another day

See if they’ll listen to the things she’ll say

Intellectualism is a dying fad

But it’s a summer day, so don’t be sad

[niggadiffusion]

Childhood dreams, soft as the sky,

Barefoot and bold, we used to fly—

Before the world tugged at our sleeves,

Told us we couldn’t, and made us believe.

We spoke in colors, ran with the wind,

Built castles with hearts that could never dim.

The future was simple, just a game to play,

Where every wish was real, every hope could stay.

But ambition arrived, a shadow so long,

Whispered, “What you want? Is it really so strong?”

Suddenly the roads were paved with doubt,

And dreams we chased seemed too far out.

We traded our magic for plans that were neat,

Turned wild desires into cold, polished feats.

But I remember the days we didn’t have to try,

When the world was ours, just you and I.

Now I find myself searching for the old skies,

Where dreams had wings, and we were alive.

Before ambition came to break us apart,

Childhood's echo still beats in my heart.