Like No Man

Moonlight vibes have affected this week

Threatening the days at their best

When the moon is visible,

it's blemishes seem perfect

They're not tangible, they are attached

Strapped down like no man

~Tina Meeks

We're Not So Different

We may be goof balls
but we've got everything going for us, kid
We're not so different
The desert rides us
The heat waves drive us

to keep going,
so the wind can slap and snap us...

back...

~Tina Meeks

It's Hard To Be Vulnerable

When I think of your beauty,

I smile and squeeze my fists

to fight the emotion

~Tina Meeks

Truth...?

Truth may never be told

Tears fall daily,

no matter the color

A compilation of greedy thieves, diseased 

by printed faces they've only seen in dreams

because otherwise, they remain faceless

~Tina Meeks

Troubling Tremors

Where have you gone?

Hoping you don't plan on being invisible, 

because I see you hiding

from yourself in plain site

Tremoring from head to toe

Causing a forgetful mind to become gaslit

Is there anything you know?

There is somewhere you do belong

~Tina Meeks

I Really Believed You Couldn't Hurt Me

Spiraling into my own pages

to lose contact and get lost

It makes me cry to listen to music that I 

hardly understand, but it's

the closest thing to your voice that I know

And I can't touch it, so inhaling

anything possible might help 

to spend time away

Spending the nights away sucks more and more

What else is there to ask for

before crossing the line?

Please don't answer that

The answer might be terrifying 

And here I thought you couldn't hurt me...

~Tina Meeks

What Kind of Night is This?

Dust filled air and lungs

Plunge for the occasion

The night skies have been hiding until now

Object permanence leaves a silhouette 

like vines upon brick walls

Ripped down

 

 

 

~Tina Meeks

One Week Apart

This is all a love story

Tender

Pretending to be solid on the surface

and beyond our binding skin

Instead, solidity is false through substance

and a mindset

By the end of the night, it's a broken heart

Too tender to handle

~Tina Meeks

Fearing Sadness

I feel as if I am breaking

My memories are ruptured

into bits that have never been put back together

They don't know how

These fragments have gone astray and I've let them

as a result of fear

of involuntarily participating 

in these mad sounds

that are silently harmonizing

with a planned out rhythm 

This is called sadness

When it feels like an allergic reaction

Closed throat

Recognizing a body-wide heart throb

and it's not good

This thought alone, scares me

because I know why they have dispersed 

I ran them out of town

and this is what's left

I've grown bitter and unsatisfied 

with having to face a truth that hurts

Knowing that your simple existence is just that

Simple or lacking complexity in built 

I grow silent knowing this

and now silence is all I know

It has matched the silence that has prevailed

for some time now

I've stopped fighting it

But I fear the next time it surfaces...

 

 

~Tina Meeks

Life in the Slow Lane

I wanna live slow with you

and grow more destined

to spend the night 

under the blanketed sky together,

no matter how cold,

because it matters not at all

~Tina Meeks

Cheers

I have become a nuisance to

 the inevitable facts of you 

and your kindness

So, you've dissipated

We have drifted and both gone

home for the evening

It was cold and black outside

and almost sounded hateful,

but it wasn't

Just drunk, thrilled, and desperate for madness

I didn't know where to go,

nor what to do,

so we met in the middle

and kissed and cuddled and murder our thoughts

so we could invite our feelings

But I'm nothing but bashful

You were everything and bold

We were nothing but together

and I'd cheers to that

I would cheers to all of the 

new beginnings and often

to petty seeming occasions

A toast to the time I rode the 49 for the first time

Toast to matching socks again

To the stranger asleep on the bench in the morning

Cheers to this falling apart notebook

being held together by packing tape

I wanna know what you cheers to 

so I can fall asleep thinking about it

So we can run through the misted night

amongst swarming owls

We can demand salvation and young independence

we never thought we had

In the end of it, we all smile anyway

We can laugh, catch our breath, and remain a nuisance

to the night that we 

never want to end

~Tina Meeks

Pressed Flowers

I know who you are

You've made yourself known by 

pressing yourself in with the rest of the flowers

to be remembered

Only thing is, you're faded

And I have yet to paint the jaded and willingly detained

that have rained

on my parade

but I promise you,

this will take place

I never wanna be the death of you

Just the attention getter

~Tina Meeks

Summer Sadness

Good morning to all

that are alive,

and to those no longer, 

so long

We have always loved you

and fear your pain

And we know you miss us

as we miss you,

so remember to never dismay

~Tina Meeks

All of the Memories

Vibrant and timid mind

Mild tendencies

Light aggressions 

Abrasive mentions and soft obsessions

Defeating stances

Quite often planning for the next step

Maybe too soon

Defensively possessive 

Disappeared,  not vanished

Inquisitively easy to persuade 

Malleable movements

I see your heart

Patterned and patient

Pretentious and never passive

It's all coming back to me slowly

Pulled and tightened strings

Exposing secrets to get a better glimpse at 

glimmering wings

Demanding words and few are spoken

~Tina Meeks

Tuesday in October

Evidence of frozen hearts still aging at the speed of light

A target in mind

Working the lane until last call

And beyond

Throwdown

French spoken slowly

Never doomed until tomorrow

The middle of the week has the thickest meat

Slap to the face

Fear of living

Desperate for escape

Denial

Absurdity

~Tina Meeks

The Difference

As much as he is a mystery,

he never comes as a surprise

For someone comprised

of opposite many things and does not fully 

understand what "cis" means, 

we actually fall far from one another

See, I'm not so rugged

I'm quite structured and slightly complex

While he firmly stands his untangled roots,

he preaches, which I find difficult to put into context

Cynicism should not be continuous 

It should not be looked up to or forward to

In fact, I recall that being one of the first things 

we've ever discussed 

Establishing that he has a cynical side

as a swollen result of childhood

But I suppose I assumed the swelling went down

when we tossed around our graces

and basked in each others melting company

But I realized, something seemed familiar,

because within him, I saw myself

As if I weren't confused enough,

it was as easy to catch a virus

A spell that you don't even need to hear the words of to fall under

It almost feels like a test of sanity now

~Tina Meeks

This Time, I'm Not Drunk...

This time, I'm not drunk,

merely inspired

Is this a young age for me to shoot for the stars?

To hope and pray for an old-fashioned 

rain dance to pour on my strut action?

I'm not looking for rain

I'm hoping for an avalanche to hit

I'm begging for something epic to be born

This may be the only chance

Whether you know me now or from a previous form

This is do or die

Despite our current form and the time

~Tina Meeks