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 Oct 2015
Skaidrum
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I'm witnessing the night erupt in celestial warfare;
Galaxies upon the fleeting edge of collapse.
Constellations rise as warriors
Planets fall as if they were empires
Shooting stars committing suicide
Eclipses; full-fledged victims of ******
Toxic comets threaten disaster
Supernovas; spells of death
Starlight diminished by the savages;
Nebula messages slaughter hope.
This is a massacre of our milky way~
Our universe;
a brilliant display of
a civil war.

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Goodnight.
...
Sweet dreams.

© Copywrite Skaidrum
 Oct 2015
Yume Blade
What is relapse for you ?
What do you thing you're gonna relapse for first ?

Are you relapse of your love ,
cause you're too far from your love
& you can't handle it ?
If you relapse in love you're going to hate forever after that.
Don't you want to love again somebody who deserve your love ?

Are you relapse of your fear ,
cause you're too afraid of something
& you can't face it ?
If you relapse fear you never going to know what means fear after that.
Don't you want to know fear for being happy when there is peace ?

Are you relapse of your sleep
cause you've nightmare every time
& you can't believe in dreams ?
If you relapse sleep you never know what your dream is.
Don't you want to see nightmares & let the dreams solace you **?
DREAM IS ALL I HAVE

NIGHTMARES IS ALL I FEAR

DREAM IS ALL MY HOPE

WHO SOLACE ME FROM NIGHTMARES

ALL MY HOPE IS IN MY DREAMS

ALL MY LOVE IS THERE

THAT'S WHY I'M A DREAMER

CAUSE HE'S IN ALL MY DREAMS WITH FEAR OF LOSE HIM.

CAUSE HE'S ALL I DREAM OF AND CAN SOLACE ME !

LOVE OR HATE
FEAR OR BRAVE
NIGHTMARES OR DREAMS

BOTH OF ALL THESE WORDS ARE TOGETHER.

SO DON'T LET ONE OF THEM ALONE

TAKE THEM TOGETHER.

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 Oct 2015
Poetic T
darkness conceals much
grace obscured in shade
glimpse unseen beauty
 Oct 2015
Craig Verlin
Here we are again,
in the same places–
kneeled over–
staring down at the
very knife that gutted us.

The blood is gone,
wiped clean from the blade;
shining and clear and gleaming
now like it is brand new
in the dim light.

How many times must we
impale ourselves
before understanding sets in,
before we realize we are
bleeding out again
beside the bed.
 Oct 2015
Sumina Thapaliya
You cant save my life
I am drawn
drawn in my own pain

You cant make me happy
I am covered
Covered with my own grief

You cant read me
I am written in the paper
damped by my own tears
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