Someday I'll Finish This

 

This synchronicity is a dance.

We are the swirls of a snails protection

and the opposite of frantic

but an impressive connection,

and you are imbedded in me.

You're intriguing.

I find you fascinating, 

which finds me curious.

~Tina Meeks

Warm Winter

 

Maybe you're a sore spot.
Not a bruise
but a tender place
that whenever stoked like a fire,
I remember you're there- you were there.

Not hiding behind a combination padlock.
An expression of an original Jackson Pollock 
Head cocked
You're flexed
I'm perplexed 
and stretched
out and impressed
that this entangled Tango dance
in my mind can prolong itself
and withstand dilution after 5 years of length.

What is even happening anymore?
Stained emotions of my own, before me.
Consistently even.
Irrationally
and simple fascination.

~Tina Meeks 

Instrumentals

 

I breathed you in and it 
felt like floating on my back,
which felt like the beach.

I took in deep breaths and now whenever I hear you,
I will remember our time together
in the trenches
that learned how to glow.

It's been only 2 months
and your ease has protruded 
out of me,
and I'm sure you love that.

~Tina Meeks

Urban Garden

 

Melancholy colors surrounding the shadows
that stand out in the sun.
Beaming with warmth,
you and I are endless.

I want to know- I'd like to think that I know
the look in your eyes.
They've gained the depth that they did last time.
The more we talk, 
the more we are creating a carnival of magic,
even on the other side of your glasses.

Most of the time I'm not planning to ask questions.
They come in beautifully unorganized spurts,
like our minds dancing around each other.
We're not fancy enough to Waltz,
 we'd Swing in the dark
with out even touching,
but I almost want to grab your hand
just to see what it's like.

~Tina Meeks

 

Traveling

In just another coastal town

with trees bent towards the streets.

I've been awake since the screaming of the birds 

and silence of the deer,

and slept on clouds perfectly laid out 

while I dreamt of volcanoes erupting

after long not.

Through a glass window with out losing breath,

finally calm enough to rest.

~Tina Meeks

What Music Can Do

Adios, bland world!

I'm about to enter my self-created place of tunes

to manipulate and stimulate me for the time being

So, thank you Fugees

for knowing how to rip mics on a regular basis

Thank you Jonny 5 and the other Flobots

for knowing how to handle bars with out a metronome 

Awolnation 

for allowing me to jump on your shoulders

Movits!

for letting me hear you through Swedish hip-hop

And thank you

Operation Ivy, Suburban Legends, and Reel Big Fish

for bringing the sound system back up,

keeping me up all the nights,

and reminding me that 

she's not the end of the world

~Tina Meeks

I Wish You'd Sing All Day

Baby, do you sing 

yourself to sleep?

When you sing, 

does it softly place you into 

a confessional hum?

You serenade me into a trance

where I need not move

because even the slightest

wind startles you back into silence. 

~Tina Meeks