He Told Me

 He told me that within every structure there is a bit of chaos

With every formed figure is mayhem

He's right

Wherein lies madness

Abuse

Depression

These words ring in my ears like church bells I

never thought I'd hear

I never get headaches

I have growing pains

Stomach aches

Lack of hunger and interaction

~Tina Meeks

Summer of Last Year

My inevitable beauty

You come as a surprise each time

We dance the night in spite of our days

that we recklessly wander and chase

We fight through sleep like drunken men

during the medieval era

Raise your glass with me to the next night

we have like this

For it will be something you cherish

and nothing you would ever desire to miss

~Tina Meeks 

Short Poem from 8/15/16

The Distance between the sky and me was noticeably changeable and changing 

everywhere I went

That's where it all began; in the sky

The sun behind the clouds 

Pressing my toes into flip flops and stepping the ground

Everyone else is swimming until the sky opens its dimly lit home


~Tina Meeks

Short Poem

At odds in all ways

Assume all memories

I do not look up

I see what my voice brings

~Tina Meeks

Writing from 12/07/09

These words are no farewell

Why am I feeling so abused yet, tranquil?

Apprehensive temptations

My preeminent thoughts cannot be abridged

anymore

We reveal to one another who we are

and if you see beyond me,

if there are no visions past my pupils,

look harder

This is my attempt at preventing

a war

I am looking

~Tina Meeks

Find Myself

To free myself seems like a big task

To bend my mind perfectly, not react too fast,

or ask myself to change

To maintain this discipline I'm used to,

if I could even give it that name

With that being said, I'd almost rather not explain 

the rest of the story 

behind the summarized essays I fear I'd be graded on

Though they remain under my skull and bones

like the rest of me

~Tina Meeks