(Unfinished)

 

The boy in you said

it was okay to quiver and cry.

The beast in you woke and roared.

~Tina Meeks 

Impact Pt. II

 

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

Impact

 

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

Oh, Rats.

 

You and I have diluted away 

and into the sewers

where rats now laugh at the sight

of something so sad.

~Tina Meeks

Lift

 

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

Before Bed

 

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

Exposed

 

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