Urban Garden

 

Melancholy colors surrounding the shadows
that stand out in the sun.
Beaming with warmth,
you and I are endless.

I want to know- I'd like to think that I know
the look in your eyes.
They've gained the depth that they did last time.
The more we talk, 
the more we are creating a carnival of magic,
even on the other side of your glasses.

Most of the time I'm not planning to ask questions.
They come in beautifully unorganized spurts,
like our minds dancing around each other.
We're not fancy enough to Waltz,
 we'd Swing in the dark
with out even touching,
but I almost want to grab your hand
just to see what it's like.

~Tina Meeks

 

Traveling

In just another coastal town

with trees bent towards the streets.

I've been awake since the screaming of the birds 

and silence of the deer,

and slept on clouds perfectly laid out 

while I dreamt of volcanoes erupting

after long not.

Through a glass window with out losing breath,

finally calm enough to rest.

~Tina Meeks

What Music Can Do

Adios, bland world!

I'm about to enter my self-created place of tunes

to manipulate and stimulate me for the time being

So, thank you Fugees

for knowing how to rip mics on a regular basis

Thank you Jonny 5 and the other Flobots

for knowing how to handle bars with out a metronome 

Awolnation 

for allowing me to jump on your shoulders

Movits!

for letting me hear you through Swedish hip-hop

And thank you

Operation Ivy, Suburban Legends, and Reel Big Fish

for bringing the sound system back up,

keeping me up all the nights,

and reminding me that 

she's not the end of the world

~Tina Meeks

I Wish You'd Sing All Day

Baby, do you sing 

yourself to sleep?

When you sing, 

does it softly place you into 

a confessional hum?

You serenade me into a trance

where I need not move

because even the slightest

wind startles you back into silence. 

~Tina Meeks

Sea Sick

It hurts so good to put it all

into love.

In that moment.

Disappearing into an ocean of dark sea.

Being harpooned in feelings

I never thought I'd have

again.

Taking the wheel with everything

I'm willing to ship off and anchor

whenever.

Grappling onto each 

and any handle I can handle,

but drifting at sea is ideal until then.

~Tina Meeks

Havasu

Down in the canyons

with waterfalls as clear as similes,

our tribe of seven

pointed our toes ten miles deep.

Our roots started somewhere else.

Fresh spring water spouts from one source

Relying on freeze dried packaged foods

and portable stoves lighting the way.

Bats touch the tops of our heads

in the dusky nights while walking to the bathrooms,

and eventually the only sound for miles is

the white noise from the rivers

~Tina Meeks

Something Like Touching

It was cold and dark out

I was just drunk, thrilled, and desperate for madness

I didn't know where to go

or what to do

so we met in the middle

and kissed

and cuddle

and murdered our thoughts

so we could invite our feelings

~Tina Meeks