Saturday, August 10, 2024

This Girl

 


I've been lifted and put onto a lily pad

Floating on the modest sea, and all I want to do is

dilly dally and pretend 

that I'm confident in this layer of skin but really,

I'm new here.

You're here.

We are virgins to the experience and it blurs before my eyes.

For the sea has taken us both, literally.

We are shipwrecked now to a place that never sinks

And a place that rarely anchors to the sandy bottom beneath.

She's got no anchor, she just gets sleepy.

She's whatever she needs to be for the time being.

She's a moment to fall for and harbor.

She will make you crave her here and now.

She knows how sexy it is when she floats and catches the waves.

This mermaid 

has a destiny of wanderlust and chemistry dreams.

Playing games with my recollections and wonderings,

and longings.

And all I wanted was the Evangelical details of her walls and laughs,

and the shapeshifting nature of her varying degrees.


~Tina Meeks

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

My Current State

 


Recently, I've been running away from my own feelings,

and afraid to sit with them. 

So, instead,

I taper and cater

the moments to something else.

Being in the moments feel wrong.

In which case, drifting back to what once was

makes sense to grasp how

I'm going to get to the next place.

I'm just lost.

Staring out into the darkness and chartreuse

of greenery to recap on how

I got all of these wilted leaves. 

I thought I was shaded from the things that once hurt me.

Turns out

now I'm jaded, started drinking again, 

and I'm still thirsty.


~Tina Meeks

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Grieving You Again

 Spitefully repressing sad boy tendencies of a heartbreak

in a hotel.

Where'd you go?

Another Love, long lasting after I began to Fall Into You and your poetic currents,

waving me in.

Reluctantly, I followed, allowing myself to get whiplash with 

your Lightspeed changes in vocal fluctuations 

and confidential instrumentals during the Evening in Summer.

"You fucking got to be Kidding Me"

We were just about to Get Down with our backs Against the Bottom of the Bottle.

Fullest throttle, throwin' melodic Shreds, mixed into our own Scar Gardens.

Ima tell you, both my feet are Planted and hope that the fact that you Won't Answer, isn't Irreversible.


~Tina Meeks


Thursday, February 29, 2024

On a Thoughtful Strand of Floss

 


I feel as though I am a delicate canvas that is easy to puncture.

I am nothing short of ambivalence and painted layers of conjuncture.

My passions try to trace themselves over on the paper before me,

yet the ink just bleeds

and it's up to my blurring vision to focus and rely on the competency of me.

With hiccup cries being held back behind the pillows of my bed at night 

and the light 

of a Himalayan salt lamp to illuminate me in the darkest moments that I dread to possess.

Within every word pressed

between these pages,
and micro confessions of the darkest sensations

and tendencies that have themselves standing up against me.

The only form of defense that is grappling, are the moments when I face it head on and

tolerate the discomfort of my demons until we are comfortable as friends and I can redeem.

And maybe we're all fearful of the same things

and have a hard time putting them into words that are lucid and self-reflective perfectly

enough to be unique to the self and mitigate through.



~Tina Meeks

Wednesday, January 3, 2024

After a Brief Break

 


My absence has been abundantly away

from the pen and pad.

The last real me time, when was that?

Lost moments and the time away

was like a dream I've never had

and glad it's over.

It's time to dip back in with freshly washed fingers

-and my hands are clean.

There is much that I have yet to whisper

to the book of patience and divine opportunity.

I'm here for the stories and hear 

the cracking tiles from other sides

of the pages that have yet to fully turn.

Glance them, I do, prematurely.

My eagerness approaches with hopes

to intertwine immediately in case

of trouble rising like steam.

Yet here we are in this moment

of empty lines disappearing before my eyes

with very little shared.

Sorry, but this collection is mine.

So, try as you may to see through me

but my transparency remains

translucent for now

until I no longer feel like opaque

chipped away paint,

forging keeping my feces contained

in a dainty box

in a cool and dry place.



~Tina Meeks

Friday, November 17, 2023

Today

 


I've been actively avoiding you and

I'm sorry about that.

Maybe my hand can't keep up with my brain

or the other way around.

I've been feeling tired

and seeking adventure at the same time.

My pocket is shrinking.

I'm sinking

in my seat.

-Feet, planted

leering defeat.

Mental upkeep, 

overdue.

Who am I kidding?

Thought streams are seething

and soon to take flight,

fleeting by.

My shadow whispers to keep me on a swivel 

and the bags under my eyes accompany 

the darkness rolling in.


~Tina Meeks

Friday, October 27, 2023

Hover Near



I've been reflecting and marinating.

Whisper tones spoken to myself while eyes glisten.

Say nothing, because I'm never not listening.

Picture those broken before,

acknowledge,  

pay homage

with feet forward and every good intention.

Fellow poets,

I scribble trauma and drama

with pain and erase

outlines for few to follow

Don't tag along unless you wallow.

Tryna face my prose

while staring holes in my feet.

Attempting to keep what I've learned on lock.

I'm far from perfect with this dulled edge.

I'm quite reserved and maintain my morals at night

when I go to bed.

Just being real.

I'm not a liar, and fuck it,

by the minute, I'm shyer 

and tuck my tail in to preserve what the proof is.

I can't win for losing

'cuz by the time this hits the books,

you'll have to squint to see where the black and blue is.

In a slow cooker, faithfully stewin'

shenanigans and backwards pedaling.

Breaking free from old habits that trouble me.

As far as I'm concerned,

I'm just another form of self menacing and meddling,

and I've never touched down,

but ready to shake it up with more belt notches

 and break some ground.


~Tina Meeks