cliollistic

cliollistic Dec 2023

Company

the need to feel hands on me
on my mind, not my body
(never my body)
the longing to become one
to beat as one heart,
to exhale as you do,
to inhale as you do,
would you stop breathing,
just to hurt me?
would you open my ribcage,
crawl inside,
just to feel safe?
would you delight from my pain?
feel it echo in you and shiver.
or would you shield me from it?
I know I wouldn't mind
everything you put me through
good or bad
if it meant I could have someone else
living with me inside my head

#mental #health #freeform #loneliness

cliollistic Apr 2021

stasis

a swirling mass of thoughts
a feeling of incompletion
and a sense
of no direction

spending nights awake
letting consciousness fade
and all days
go to waste

held in a stasis
waiting
for my catharsys

#freeform #short #sleepless

cliollistic Apr 2021

limbo

swaying side to side
trapped in this lullaby
frozen in time

the winds are cold as ice
like the fog in the sky
with no end in sight

not feeling fine
but happy
to fly

in this melancholic
state of mind

#ice #sad #short #freeform

cliollistic Apr 2021

Untitled

do it do it do it
i can't
right now right now
i won't
don't stop don't stop
no more
weak weak weak
i know

#short #freeform #sad #tired

cliollistic Apr 2021

breaking news

the poets are dead
they say loud and clear
so everybody can hear
and let sink in the dread

the poets are dead
they whisper in hidden
so the words can stricken
and let it charge ahead

the poets are dead
i think to myself
the poets are dead

the poets are dead
and as long as i can tell
the poets are dead

#death #poetry #freeform

cliollistic Apr 2021

The Sea

Saltwater rushes over warm sands,
refreshing the heat.
I part the ocean with my hands
while trying not to weep.
This memory;
so sweet,
so far away,
so faded,
my last good memory.
Winds still bring the ocean breeze
to me
wherever I be and
warm tears rushes over cheeks.

#sea #tears #memory #freeform

cliollistic Apr 2021

A Conversation

I long for love.
Don't we all?
But this is different, I don't want to be loved.
I want to love.
Isn't that the same thing?
No.
To be loved is to perceived,
to be known,
to be seen,
to be held.
I don't want any of those things,
I'm terrified of that.
To love is to perceive,
to know,
to see,
to hold.
I want all of those things,
I ache for that.
But to have one, you need the other.
Then,
I'd rather have none.

#love #freeform #conversation