Sleepwalking

My dreams try to capture you at night

so I wonder if you sleepwalk with 

every desire on your sleeves,

or do you believe you're invisible?

~Tina Meeks

This is What I Think You Are

 

You are a moonless night

the loneliness of a cricket in the brush

and the curtains whipping in the breeze.

~Tina Meeks

Poets

 

You and I have been shifting

and gravitating

like the planets and sun

Your silent poetry struck me

Captured me

and gestured quietness in my dreams

You are the same there

Cautious smile

We didn't quite hug

You painted feelings lightly on my side

while I searched for your confessions

in the depths of your canyons 

on a Summer day

Blowing smoke absentmindedly 

in a farraginous bubble.

~Tina Meeks

I Am

If I were a poem

I would be naked.

I would be a hollow glimmer 

of the light seeping from a subway tunnel.

~Tina Meeks

These Days

 

A generic teenaged world.
Having not yet seen
the world beyond sheltered eyes.

Mother's arms lay open, harmoniously
and never shift position-
not even for an itch.

She casts innocence.
She bellows for her people.
Mother tucks her tail in if wolves
growl back.

Forgiveness drenches hands.
She gently combs fingers
through my hair after
brushing out what corruption has entangled me into.

I have hardly said much
after sifting through flashcards
and rejecting melatonin-filled nights.

These days,
reflection is tell all.

~Tina Meeks

Ode to Poetry

 

I don't spit rhymes

and forget about a dope beat

Simple and poetically 

full of flow and empathy

Emotionally charged

atrociously 

devoted to the words

and metronome?
Imaginary

~Tina Meeks

5:30am

 

Today was a hard day

and my body harbors fatigue from head to toe.

Rolling out of bed before the sun touches my skin,

and my sacrificial breaths only get my so far.

My breath, floating up like smoke.

I hallucinate lightly as I pedal faster over bumps,

attempting to plan for the next 7 hours.

~Tina Meeks