The Final Nail to the Coffin of Florescent Nova/Redemption.

A Poem by Cahjli Symes

A breakup poem i wrote junior year lol

The more I breathe,
the less I think.
The less I think,
the more I dream.

The more I dream,
the more I fear.
Yet since when did fear
ever mattered to someone
so cruel or to someone
who never will know
the rules to life of living or breathing?

As we're all just procreations
from past generations.
The more I dream,
the more I know.
The more I know
the less I let go.

You are a horrible
person in which I despise,
and I don't care how you view it
cause you knew it
was to eventually happened.

I do blame myself
for falling for a bloodsucker like you.
So it's not all your fault,
but do know this.

Even though its not
completely your fault,
you're still not innocent
like what you've stolen from
the past.

From me.

To you.

A letter of the truth.

I'm tired of the thoughts
of what we could have had
or once had.

I'm sick of being with friends
and being down, everytime
my friends see me frown
I throw up to the fact
that their losing what I once sorta
was.

A unaggravative loner,
unhessitant adolescent.
Who never gave a s**t
and always hid his dark
towards subliminal causes.
But of course the thought of
being near you makes me
cringe to the point where
my apostles take notice
and crucify me since
my mentals towards myself are
as unhealthy as a w****s womb
after a riot of sodimites!

I'm not the same
and I plan to change.
But the one thing that
lynched me back is
looking eye to eye
with a blue eyed tempress
who left me behind.
As these lines
and rhymes are
nothing, I just want to clear my soul
and purify my mind
before I truly stay
locked inside
with no light.
Forever.

And now towards the end
of my desolate thoughts
of teenage lust drenched romance,
I hate you as much as I once
loved you.

Three cheers for false pretense.

Je ne serai jamais Cry No More

Comme mes larmes sont maintenant Poussière pour celui que je Utilisez adorer Je vivrai Comme un roi Et penser comme Un Dieu Mon coeur est maintenant clair comme

Les yeux, je dispise........Bleu.

© 2016 Cahjli Symes

Author's Note

TRANSLATION for last stanza:

I will never cry no more.
As my tears are now
dust to the one I used to love.
Live like a king, and think like a God.
My heart is now clear as the eyes I despise.....
Blue...