Abby Malinowski
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Sometimes I write this stuff when I'm high, but it feels deeper.
That's what she said.
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The Trojan Mind
Things don’t slow down. As much as I push and pull, trying to fight this inevitable force that keeps the wheels spinning, I am weak. To try to stop the Trojan horse parading around the city keeping my memories, the thoughts lurk within keeping quiet until the right moment to strike. The city never sees it coming. The Greeks pour in, destroying everything they set their eyes on. I am powerless. I can’t control the Greeks, I can’t control the spiral it sends the city into. My idle body stands aside and watches the chaos ensue. Strong as ever, the city slowly burns down. Little by little, everyday a new flame torched to the thick wood buildings. As if I could bring the wrath of the gods with clouds filled with rain ready to release. To smother any ember waiting to be picked up. As if I only could. I would let the streets run with storm water pushing the ashes to the harbor only to be met with an infinite sea. How I wish I could.
By Abby Malinowski4 years ago in Poets
Carelessness from the Deep.
I realize I love too much. It is easy for me to love. I never let myself fall in love. That could never happen. I try to open and I try to change but it's like an abandoned safe left underwater in the deep. Unless it's taken out of the ocean, it can't be opened. There's too much pressure built up. But I don't mind. I enjoy loving people, caring for them, understanding them, being there for them. Maybe that means it always leaves me open to get hurt but it can't be worse than opening too far and it hurting for real. I don't want that scar to stay forever.
By Abby Malinowski4 years ago in Poets
