March 12th, 2018

My thoughts blanket the sky over and over

and pours until I'm drenched

I want to tow away my mind so

I have one less thing to think about

My worst thoughts are stowed away in the trunk

It would be liberating to be able to 

execute my own thoughts again

When I wait at the bus stop,
my focus is stopped by you

The thing is, you speak to me

You serenade me through Spanish

folk tales and songs

The only identifiable thing to feel is entranced

These feelings, I can't quite break down

because when we are together, 

we both become something other,

coming to life

I find nothing wrong with that

~Tina Meeks 

The Hustle

Self conscious like a tree

blowing in the wind

Living a peculiar kind of struggle

and deprived from the hustle

Fun?
Fun??

Maybe once before
Before nerves set themselves free
Before gender was ever a concern, 

and maybe there was happiness

because that's all there is in your youth

~Tina Meeks

Face The Music

Hesitating the vulnerability

Pushing aside the fears

Restless nights never sounded so terrifying

until too many have survived

Lack of severity inhales any serenity

Exhale dust

Exhale dust, and I cough

Clear my throat and move on- it's nothing

Solitude forces the grasp on reality

and silence creates a space to hear anything 

that may have been missed before

But before, I thought it was music

Nah, now this is facing the music

like looking into a mirror

and at the first glimmer of something...

~Tina Meeks

Like No Man

Moonlight vibes have affected this week

Threatening the days at their best

When the moon is visible,

it's blemishes seem perfect

They're not tangible, they are attached

Strapped down like no man

~Tina Meeks

We're Not So Different

We may be goof balls
but we've got everything going for us, kid
We're not so different
The desert rides us
The heat waves drive us

to keep going,
so the wind can slap and snap us...

back...

~Tina Meeks

It's Hard To Be Vulnerable

When I think of your beauty,

I smile and squeeze my fists

to fight the emotion

~Tina Meeks

Truth...?

Truth may never be told

Tears fall daily,

no matter the color

A compilation of greedy thieves, diseased 

by printed faces they've only seen in dreams

because otherwise, they remain faceless

~Tina Meeks