Hopes and Dreams

From the bridge the city's skyline looked like something from a Christmas card.

Dear Mom, I made it.

He smiled bitterly. Yeah, he had made it, but at what cost? And what had he found here? Not much. This was suppose to have been a new start. An escape from what had come before, and yet he found nothing had changed. It had all been for nothing. A pointless waste of time, effort and money. And now, he found himself standing alone, looking out at the city that was supposed to have been his everything, only to have shattered his hopes and dreams.

Just like everything else.

He took a step onto the lower rung of the guardrail. As he lifted his other foot up, standing firmly on the metal rain it began to snow. He looked up. Fat, crisp flakes obscured his glasses. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opening them, he lifted himself into a sitting position on the top of the guardrail.

I used to believe I could do anything.

He dropped his legs down, now standing on the opposite site, below him the river wound like some endless fisure in the earth.

How fitting.

He closed his eyes and slowly spun. No need to look at what was to come. He opened them for one last look at the empty streets and dark alleyways. So far away from that gleaming city of hope.

And there she was. Standing across from him, too terrified to speak, the image of what he was doing paralyzing her every instinct. Her fear plain writ on her face, that if she spoke he'd fall. He felt tears prick his eyes, obscuring his vision even further than it had been with snow covered glasses. She took a timid step forward. Then ran.

She grasped his arms, her hands were like iron manacles. She pulled at him, holding him tighter. Their lips touched, lightly, softly. A mere moment, but it was enough.

What have I done?

Shaking he climbed back over the rail with her help. There he held her, consoling her, whispering every reassurance and apology he could muster.

I had no idea...

In the glow of the street lights they embraced, each supporting the other from their own sorrow.

To have lost this...

After some time he titled her head to look into her eyes. She wiped his glasses clean.

I'm sorry.

Together they walked away from the bridge. Back to their hopes and dreams.

No opinions once again...

I admit to some frustration. You see, I am aware that people read this, however they leave no comment. Why?

Who will save me
When I'm so far gone
That I have lost all light
And there is no dawn.
No glorious glow
Above horizon's blade
To see me through
And see me safe.
What shall I do
Now that they've all
Turned away. And each
Has gone, their own
Sperperate way.

One spelling error, but beautiful nonetheless.  It gives off a hopeless feel, and its really relatable.

Caged. Pacing.
Unsubtle truth of forgotten youth.
What have you?
Speak naught of dreams and memory.
Troubled minds.
Hate and love, conjoined to each.
Didn't see.
This end of ends; the will that bends.
What have you?
Nothing.

This is nice, but not one of my favorites.  I like the internal rhyme of the second line though.  Its very lyric.  The ending is very strong as well.
As for Hopes and Dreams, I thought it was a beautiful, sad story.  It was well written, so it was easy for me to visualize the scene as it unfolded.  Good job wolf1991, you impress me as usual.

however they leave no comment. Why?

Because you're scary.

Because you're scary.

I'm scary? People can be as critical of me as they want so long as they have a well reasoned opinion behind their thoughts.

I honestly loved that last piece wolf. Really emotional.

I'm scary?

I hate to say it, but yeah. :P

I really like this one, Wofleh. At first I was like ":o" and then I was like "D:" And then I was all ":O" and then I was like ":D"

Yeah.

Tacky, those faces say all. lol

Witness

Gather you far flung travellers,
Those of deeds great and small.
Gather round this glowing hearth
And bear witness to life giving warmth.
Witness flickering flames that lap egearly
Like the sea in which they bear enmity
For to they extinguish their warmth
And life beneath such lapping waves,
As such belong to the sea.
Witness then dear travellers these flames.
And how, in riotous life they dance.
Dance, by secret word and limb,
As only flames can. Oh beauty beyond reckoning.
Speak to me of your deeds. Tell me your tales
Each a precious gem to the insight
Of fair mankind who toils beneath yokes
Of coin and ambition; of dreams and heartache;
Of a thousand thousand ideals and nightmares,
And who is to call this unworthy?
Enthrall me with your words dear friends,
For I would live your lives for a moment.
Oh, a passing moment, yet nonethelss...
Ah, repast! Relief! I beg you, such tragedy!
Our fire dims, and so too must our company.
Truly cruel in this turn of fate.
Lo! Let us sit a while longer.
Let us linger by dimming hearth,
Together for but this time
Before fading embers wink out
Leaving naught but the heat of life,
Yet that too only passing.
Before the cool ashes of demise
And death sweep into once grand fire.
Where the flames danced by word and limb.
Oh dear friends witness this fading life.
The great spark of truth, truly.
Witness.