#apollo sings

[scrapcheese]

PANIC! IN STATIC! OUT MANIC! DON'T YOU FIND IT ALL ROMANTIC? THE WAY THINGS USED TO BEEEEEEE

woahhhhh i sing..... since when..... (watch my cover gang i swear its decent... maybe....)

ok but fr I love Flavor Foley so much, their first song I ever listened to was Rawdog (i know), and it got me hooked on the rest of their songs!! I was also obsessed with electric weekend night when that released... So when Static was uploaded I just had to do a quick cover of it like how could i not

Anyways my current favorite is weiward romance, go stream CARDIAC CONTREPOINT!!!

Also holy shit the OG song hit 1M in like 5 days im so happy for it

[cosmicpoetics]

Malady

Sometimes

Two is better than one

For comfort and for trust

But sometimes

Two is better than one

For stability

And in these times, standing

Between the kitchen door

And staring

At the room you dread

You decide two is better

Than just you

[cosmicpoetics]

Frequency Waves

We are static eyes

And quiet mouths.

We are the flowers

Blooming amongst

Thorns

Blooming amongst

Leaves

Blooming amongst

Fields.

We are tender words

And fleeting glances

Fighting against

Currents

Fighting against

Fears

Fighting against

Words.

We are our juxtapositions

In a world of the plain.

Hiding amongst

Flowers

Searching amongst

Thorns

We are repetitions of ourselves.

[cosmicpoetics]

Requiem For The Living

Do I suffer in the silence?

Or make peace with the pain?

Do I softly burn forever?

Or ignite my heart to gain?

Is it easier to turn to dust,

Or make use of corrosion?

Lying here forever,

Watching my own life in slow-motion.

Palm to palm, feel my fingers bleed.

Hand to heart, hear my muffled pleas.

I’m winded and working,

Cogs spinning and turning,

Collecting hearts

Yet falling apart

Do I close my eyes

Or remain awake for eternity?

Do I toss and turn in nightmares,

Or face the sudden uncertainty?

Can I withhold this burden,

Or shall I fall to my knees, at a loss?

Or take a step to the line, and attempt to cross?

Such uncertainties make our boy, Hamlet, look

Well-mannered and decisive

His inquisitions pale in comparison

But what’s wrong with a little indecision?

After all, repression is just as is

A depression gone unnoticed,

Slowly killing all it touches and it spreads

Oh it spreads, quickly it does.

But how we yearn to the things that kill us,

We leap to them, and pray for the best

But when do we give up?

When will we fade?

[cosmicpoetics]

Cracked Memories

Wash the blood from my veins,

Rid these lies of my fingers

Shift my mind to places of brighter intuition

Feel my hips as they bleed words unspoken

Lips softer than any feeling I could have for the likes of you

Cut-throat and cut-paced,

Dead to the eyes of your admirers taste

Depressed in divots and corners we hide:

Divert your eyes from any feeling you may find

Because my blood has been emptied from my veins,

The emotions dead from my tone,

The feelings carved from my heart

In fear of those who came before you

After all this time hiding, I hoped you’d ignore them

The marks of palms pressed to my skull

A pressure unyielding and unbending to my mind’s eye

The feeling of a cloud of darkness shrouding my consciousness,

The last time I remember being free from the heavy handed abyss

[cosmicpoetics]

To Those, I Raise You

To those who live simply,

Or just simply live

I raise you this:

What is it to just be enough?

To just exist and not right the wrongs of the world.

Starting with your own head,

Working through your own fingers,

Changing the world one corner of the sky at a time.

And when the sky looks too big?

When the clouds are too vast and dark to fix?

We start with puddles and leaves.

We begin with gentle breezes and pale moonlight that needs little fixing.

Because how could one ever be so wicked as to just exist

In a world where you could fix your corner of the sky.

[cosmicpoetics]

Poetics

So lay here with me,

Make your stay

For you my body shall be free estate

Aching for the soft fingertips of love

So lay here with me,

And don’t dare tell me of platonic tales

Tell me of kindness and endearment

But if you love me enough, don’t tell me

How you don’t love me

So lay here with me,

Your hands have free range of my hair

And your heart has free range of mine,

So if my love is one-sided,

Reside to biting your tongue of misfortune

So lay here with me,

Friendship paints easier than heartbreak

And laying under the light with a friend

Can sometimes be easier than feeling and knowing

That my love is unrequited for eternity.

So lay with me here,

Soft words and shared body heat

That means little more than a friendly love,

But feels so much better than lust

And hatred of my own foolishness

Knowing your heart lies elsewhere

While we lie together

[cosmicpoetics]

Passing Time

Dusk till dawn,

They see us change.

In the morrow’s newly found fawn,

We watch the leaves rearrange.

In the eve’s newly trusted dusk,

We dance to the light and sounds

That the stars make for exclusive lovers.

Leaves bristle like peacocks

And the winter wind traverses the well-worn paths.

What once shimmered in light

Lies still in the frost.

It remains the same cold,

Lying in wait for the numbness to leave

Seasons and years pass unquestionably,

One does not interrogate the natures ways

But one can disagree with it.

We can quiver like the branches,

And pace among the trees

But our late Mother shall not stop with such trivial matters.