Small Town Kid

Holding still with knees tucked in

Sleepy, stoned eyes

On the verge of dreams

The road to nightmares

The midst of reverie

How ever it may seem

This kid has compartmentalized all of it

to fit in such a small space,

as if life before now is easy to erase

He's gone now,

and he took that white hoodie with him

to wander into warmth

~Tina Meeks

Another Adventure

Glancing, then double-taking

at the dirt on my hands

After climbing the ladder to the roof,

realizing there was a fire here

but seeing the top was worth the risk

One time with a cushioned fall,

 I lost my spirit in a foam pit

with a mild scent of age and time

But the adventure is always worth it

~Tina Meeks

A New Friend

Embers crackle in her eyes

Passionately killing with kindness

Body building and already at the top

She's at her prime and smiles easily

and understands conversation well

~Tina Meeks

Spittin'

I'm tired of bogus poets

claiming potency

I'm more tired of haters hatin'

stories of "whoa is me"

Sometimes, that's just poetry

The rawest thing

Opposite of flawlessly

~Tina Meeks 

I like to drink.

The waterfall of gin going through me

like stories coming out 

Nothing is more honest than the last drink

~Tina Meeks

Away From Home

That accent gets me every time

and those eyebrows got that sharpness

like the darkness after sunset

You remind me of that feeling of

letting go when you are being yourself 

-defining

Unapologetic 

If you truly know who you are, good job

~Tina Meeks

How I See It

You were broke down a long time ago

A missing link in childhood

feels like masses against you

and gusts of breath ain't no fresh air

Just tragically passive aggressively

rolling eyes at the mistakes

that haven't occurred yet

Is that what "nothing" feels like?

Numbness isn't feeling "not a thing"

It's holding onto a pain

and letting it grasp right back

~Tina Meeks