Fuck It.

 

When I woke up in the morning,

I wished it'd been the middle of

the night

so there would be enough time to fall 

deeper into another sleep.

To roam as I may.

To be alone and drift through

half real realms with truth

injected into them.

So I could pretend to give a fuck

about what ever the hell.

I just wanted to go back to sleep

and hide from facing emotional tolls

that have already got me unhinged.

Shackle me to the ground.

Play me like hopscotch made of

brittle bones.

Build castles from what's left and make it pretty.

I just wanted to go back to sleep for 

a little while and wish that by the time

I open my eyes again, there'd be something 

different in front of me

and won't choke me from behind.

The alarm went off.

The moment it sounded, I sighed.

Laying there for a moment.

Turning to the other side.

Glancing to see how much light was shining 

beyond the curtains.

I thought, fuck it, and got up.

~Tina Meeks

What Ever You Wanna Call It

 

I love the way you linger around

in the room after leaving.

Deeply inhaling the pillow to bring you 

back to the forefront of my brain.

Sinking into a cloud of peace.

Diving into bliss from a mere smell.

In love with the affectionate thought of

hands grazing together.

Delicate touches that grab my attention.

All it takes is the essence of your being 

to carry on a euphoric, uplifting 

grounded place to be.

~Tina Meeks

Depth from the Rooftop

 

On this full moon night

rules have been broken.

Boundaries reset are 

bound to reset again.

Leaking anything but pink ink.

Eating apples from a tree I've never seen

that someone else has picked

the fruit of

and forgot to also bring the leaves,

all while holding the tail end

of someone else's dream.

 ~Tina Meeks

Brush it Off

 

Brittle bones.

Ballpoint fingertips.

You have raked through

the memories and exposed 

timid specks

of segregated, sanctioned off,

and tattered echoes.

~Tina Meeks