Apollo SQ

Joined October 2020

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Documenting existence as a queer person through poetry. I aspire to publish my work some day and become a professional writer so that I can tell our stories. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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The Love of Callisto
The Love of Callisto I read your mind but not enough to avoid making you lose it. I feel your tense shoulders your aching stomach
By Apollo SQ4 years ago in Poets
Shadow
He follows me Everywhere I go Waving in the grass Dancing on the snow He mimics my every move Never a beat to slow And when evening arrives
By Apollo SQ4 years ago in Poets
No More Benches
There are No more benches In Adam’s Morgan. No place to sit On 18th & Columbia Unless you can Lose $10 on a Half decent cup of coffee
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
Doctrine of Callisto
Love Always, she cries From the rooftop of her mind Love always and live She appeared one day Folding herself into us
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
Delivered & Formed
They told me a mother Is the one who created you. And so She delivered me. From her womb I Burst forth violently Without warning
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
Ex Nihilo
She believed she was eternal. She believed she was both everlasting and fleeting. Powerful yet a minuscule fleck. She longed and feared death and pain and the loneliness of the end, but rode so high as if it did not touch her.
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
Prince of Sparta
Prince of Sparta Call my name Catch my arrow With thy frame Laurel and lyres Occupy your thoughts While the sun himself
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
A poem about the person who taught me how to love and be loved
Gold In the eyes of gems. I thought I knew what love was. Deep russet Eyes had glazed over and shot me Again and again
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
The Star that was hung too close
Don't get too close or You'll burn A million nuclear bombs Evaporating time and space All the good: Life giving, Warmth,
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
My Heroine
I wake up paralyzed. Fear and hollow longing gnaw at my chest, settle in my stomach. I think I’m going to throw up. But I’m frozen.
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
3800 (09/18/2020)
3800 days left to live. A big number when you’re five or six But looking over my past 3800 days That number shrinks with the passing of age.
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets
Skeptic 99
Why so skeptical Of my love, my love? I know it’s bloody And hard to look at All gore and past and tissue cut from a cavity of flesh. Deep arteries.
By Apollo SQ5 years ago in Poets

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The Love of Callisto

Shadow

No More Benches

Doctrine of Callisto

Delivered & Formed

Ex Nihilo

Prince of Sparta

A poem about the person who taught me how to love and be loved

The Star that was hung too close

My Heroine

3800 (09/18/2020)

Skeptic 99

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