I'm sick of remembering and knowing full well
that I am not even the lowest rung on your ladder.
I'm merely a splinter you choose to ignore
along the way to the top.
~Tina Meeks
Poems and writings... Tina Meeks
I'm sick of remembering and knowing full well
that I am not even the lowest rung on your ladder.
I'm merely a splinter you choose to ignore
along the way to the top.
~Tina Meeks
Thanks goodness there's no one around to witness
how I inspect places I go
for unclean surface and a missed opportunity
for disinfectant.
Maybe I'm not the only
quirky person and maybe
I'll never know,
because I am 200 miles away from home
for no real reason and
love my solitude as much as I miss
my hand being held.
~Tina Meeks
You no longer have rights to my storyline,
nor do you have a right to see who I am.
I put my turtle shell of protection over
my entire little world and
everything underneath
is a world for you to question.
You best believe, though, I
got a whole realm of freaking beauty
for you to wonder about.
And wondering is all you'll ever have with me again.
~Tina Meeks
Pink hues graze the rim of the horizon
The storm has passed and remnants remain,
like the less tangible breaths pushing the bare branches
Nesting between are the homes of unnamed tweets
Though they're visible on the tree limbs
and as they burst away to flee the scene,
six buses have huffed by since my awakening today
~Tina Meeks
Swiped away as a windshield wiper
to the collected water and debris
~Tina Meeks
Appetizer to the ongoing sentence
~Tina Meeks