Spittin'

I'm tired of bogus poets

claiming potency

I'm more tired of haters hatin'

stories of "whoa is me"

Sometimes, that's just poetry

The rawest thing

Opposite of flawlessly

~Tina Meeks 

I like to drink.

The waterfall of gin going through me

like stories coming out 

Nothing is more honest than the last drink

~Tina Meeks

Away From Home

That accent gets me every time

and those eyebrows got that sharpness

like the darkness after sunset

You remind me of that feeling of

letting go when you are being yourself 

-defining

Unapologetic 

If you truly know who you are, good job

~Tina Meeks

How I See It

You were broke down a long time ago

A missing link in childhood

feels like masses against you

and gusts of breath ain't no fresh air

Just tragically passive aggressively

rolling eyes at the mistakes

that haven't occurred yet

Is that what "nothing" feels like?

Numbness isn't feeling "not a thing"

It's holding onto a pain

and letting it grasp right back

~Tina Meeks

Falling for Winter

There's no direction

Running stagnant 

She's pretending she's got bandwidth 

She's merely sprinted for her own benefit

or runs away from potential fragments

that have broken apart

from her garden of ease

She pleads

for a better way to blossom

but some days

the rain don't stop

and it's beautifully sad

to not love all of the seasons

~Tina Meeks

Flowing

Here's to new beginnings

(what ever that means)

Here's to what ever makes you happy 

and a difference in space

that impacts the world for the better

(what ever that means)

If you have your life together,

more power to you-

I can't wait to get there

Until then, I'll keep doing 

what I do best

Going with it

~Tina Meeks

Tea Leaves

This place used to feel like a 

silent gallery to meditate and self-reflect

Now it's just another study hall

for college kids and business partners

to discuss gluten free products 

There are skylights shedding light

to a small area and air that felt warm

I once felt comfortable

I feel like a poser with a laptop collecting dust,

a letter from South Carolina, my phone face down,

and keys that were not mine

This means nothing to anyone else

It hardly means anything to me

~Tina Meeks

Where's My Head?

I may not go down in history

but maybe I'll go through some memories

I don't wanna believe I'm dreamless

I do fear that myself

is lost somewhere

and the chase is endless,

because the universe looks seamless up close

~Tina Meeks

The Bees

Craving to hear your voice

so I feel less alone

The depths in which we seap into

are like honeycomb 

Feeling whole

~Tina Meeks

The Beach

If the sun smiled a little while longer

I’m sure we’d spend the day on the beach

Laying down

And then we’d collect shells 

and toss them back into the water

because we admire that freedom

~Tina Meeks

You're The Worst

The best inspiration

comes from the worst places

because it leaves traces of you behind

~Tina Meeks

Sick to my Stomach

I think we all see the world

through a kaleidoscope

The thing is, 

my equilibrium has got me sick of spinning

~Tina Meeks

Sliced

Seams

Torn apart 

Deadened air creating space

The two halves will

never repair the same

Taped and no longer dapper

More like messed up and haggard

Rather hashtag thing

#tothethroatdaggered

Thanks for the slice

~Tina Meeks

What is Time?

It was timeless with you

Time was just going

The only thing that made us snap

back into reality were our hungry stomachs

~Tina Meeks

Baby, I Care

Chelsey, I can't say I understand completely yet,

but I wanna

I wanna see where you pick apart the world

Wondering if you start from the core

like regurgitating an apple and going in reverse 

or is there an inverted way of breaking apart without breaking

down

Let no one break you down

~Tina Meeks

(This is unfinished)

Wicked, wicked man

Not so slender

Plentiful, really

Quite gorgeous form

A solid pretender

With truth stretched from birth

With a charismatic grin

Living as air plants do

Don't overdo anything

With out geometric shape and aromatic seeping sip

~Tina Meeks

A Spec of College

It's hard to believe that 

I thought I loved you

Bringing myself to remember that

is like a nightmare of darkened memories

Tinted with a bad trip on LSD

You were someone that 

gaslit me into fragments of distrust

and fear and never owned up to it until

the damage was done

A petty kiss on the cheek to seal the deal

of rejection and pity

A slap to the face would have been equivalent 

~Tina Meeks

One Last Time

You, the persister

The energetic elixir

Perpendicular 

While I persisted on being plastic,

I tried to stretch every morning

knowing I'd never be elastic

That part isn't even tragic

It's how you learned to leech

on and stain me

with tainted childhood dreams,

where your voice was lost in your box

and now you roar when there is no need,

so all the seams are ripped

that used to separate

your nightmares

from your dreams 



~Tina Meeks

All The Feelings

And I'm not insensitive

I just think I have too many tears

to justify and to go around

to make sense of all of these feelings

~Tina Meeks

Starting the new year...

Years bending with time

like rubber bands

Following a continuous beat- it's a game

we all play to keep alive

~Tina Meeks