Maybe my laugh lines will
wanna be crows feet in the sand
and I'll have so many miles under my belt,
from Lofoten Islands
to the edge of my smiling face in Abuja.
If I turn out like you,
maybe rhyme and reason will come together
for clarity,
even just for a night of charity
for my own benefit.
~Tina Meeks
One day, I might be like you.
My skin could carry moments in time
where I can tell and project
what was once upon in the space
I used to be with somebody
who wasn't just a secret dream.
~Tina Meeks
You and I have diluted away
and into the sewers
where rats now laugh at the sight
of something so sad.
~Tina Meeks
Where's this head of mine swimming to?
Into a pitted gulch concealed by trees
and spiderwebs.
Watching as the spiders stretch across from
branch to branch,
making it home.
I want a home in the sky.
I want to float effortlessly away.
Helium, suspend me.
~Tina Meeks
When you blink,
I wish to not fall off like eyelashes do
so innocently.
I'd rather float on by like a leaf
caressing and rocking the surface
of a stream before sinking.
I've had these dreams...
If there's ever a tomorrow morning,
I think I'd reach behind me
to make sure it wasn't just pretend.
To entertain the skies in your eyes
and not miss a cloud go by.
~Tina Meeks
What's love mean
when the only response is the echo
of self in the distance?
Vulnerabilities are the truth
and the truth is,
feeling vulnerable is hard
when the exposed wound does not
spend the night caressed by love.
Honesty is vulnerable.
Exposure is embarrassing.
~Tina Meeks
