apollo
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I called you the sun
In the hopes that I would be Icarus.
Legendary and famous
And dead in a blaze of passion.
But you are not the sun,
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When you feel a hand squeezing
ice into your fingertips,
cold as those distant galaxies
you had always studied,
as a new star was being born,
When he gazes at her it is in full view of her beauty and to spite those,
who say he shouldn't,
He is in love with her.
Her skin is warm. So warm that he thinks she might be able to warm his heart,
I tell the tale of a family
violent and free and unpredictable
No soul would believe they existed in our everyday lives
What happens when you peel away the layers
Scrape away the acrylics
Is it a doll inside a doll
Inside a doll
All with the same expression
When the flowers claw their way out of the barren ground
And bloom into the blue of your eyes
Will I be reminded of you
I remember the day I first saw you
A statue, mourning the loss
The Uber was early
And more radiant than expected
From it rope ran
Into the setting sky’s Cerulean canvas
Tugging what I don’t know,
Apollo’s haikus,
They are really something else,
still becoming worse.
He struts into clubs
As times change and myths are sculpted
we see the gods once reverred
move alongside humanity,
evolving and ever-adjusting
to our trends, culture, and norms.
Apollo, the god of
healing,
Wings out stretched, feathers fluttering in the wind.
"Don't go towards the sun," they said. "you'll fall to your death"
So Icarus stayed low
there is something inside me,
i say this a lot.
i say this so much it's grown into its own
small world, its own small sea of love
that i wade into on the worst of nights.
Myths and legends are alive and well all around us.
Apollo lives
in the steady hands of a medical surgeon
In the voice of the newest, hottest star
Healers in tow
with a golden arrow and bow
Perfect and steady,
always at the ready
Their hands are accustomed to removing tumors
Commanding the operating room while obliterating rumors
Apollo has sent his horses to rest
Artemis has come out to dance
So close your eyes
It’s time to sleep
But don’t forget to
Pray to the Gods to watch over you
As you sleep in blissful peace
Here I sit...
Underneath the glory of my sunshine...
But I'm about to throw a fit...
For I am in a bind!
I cannot catch a tan,
For even though I am a god,
The sun is not a fan...
apollo would be gay
he would dance with his sister playing on his harp or lyre
emmitting sunlight from his skin
he would eat grapes and speak in poetry and
all his children
I did not wish to love a man.
I loved the chase
careful treading
eager listening
A conquerer queen of my domain
a force
perhaps
the story
goes differently
this time
just like
the last time
icarus falls
but this time
someone is there
to break his fall
apollo couldn't
Mythos,
Legend or not?,
Kings and Queens forgotten?,
Seek thy legends and stories of realism,
Dare we look upon ....the twelve Olympians?
Hence the age of 2019,
made of sun itself:
red converse on black tarmac, running whipfast to god-knows-where
on a Saturday in mid-July.
blasting Lizzo on a crappy tapedeck
as the sunset bleeds itself crimson across the horizon.
Dear Artemis,
Stop blocking the TV,
And leave me be.
I just want to write my poems
And listen to music on my headphones.
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked, "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
the people paused, mulling over history's words, then asked "and what is the sun? does it die at night when our cities collapse and our people smother it with their own versions of history? or does it
when they say to the moon and back
i've always thought of it as a straight line
but do you remember that when Apollo 8 did go to the moon and back
Dear Apollo,
You are the God of so many things.
You may have already noticed this,
but I have too.
I noticed you are the God of sunlight,
22 November 2017 - 1:42 am
i saw you once
with bare feet scampering through a far-off foresteyes shooting arrows from your lycian bow into my psyche
I am a narcissist.
I am a fool.
I am a living paradox from which nothing escapes
Unscathed.
I am Apollo pining for love,
