Pressed Flowers

I know who you are

You've made yourself known by 

pressing yourself in with the rest of the flowers

to be remembered

Only thing is, you're faded

And I have yet to paint the jaded and willingly detained

that have rained

on my parade

but I promise you,

this will take place

I never wanna be the death of you

Just the attention getter

~Tina Meeks

Summer Sadness

Good morning to all

that are alive,

and to those no longer, 

so long

We have always loved you

and fear your pain

And we know you miss us

as we miss you,

so remember to never dismay

~Tina Meeks

All of the Memories

Vibrant and timid mind

Mild tendencies

Light aggressions 

Abrasive mentions and soft obsessions

Defeating stances

Quite often planning for the next step

Maybe too soon

Defensively possessive 

Disappeared,  not vanished

Inquisitively easy to persuade 

Malleable movements

I see your heart

Patterned and patient

Pretentious and never passive

It's all coming back to me slowly

Pulled and tightened strings

Exposing secrets to get a better glimpse at 

glimmering wings

Demanding words and few are spoken

~Tina Meeks

Tuesday in October

Evidence of frozen hearts still aging at the speed of light

A target in mind

Working the lane until last call

And beyond

Throwdown

French spoken slowly

Never doomed until tomorrow

The middle of the week has the thickest meat

Slap to the face

Fear of living

Desperate for escape

Denial

Absurdity

~Tina Meeks

The Difference

As much as he is a mystery,

he never comes as a surprise

For someone comprised

of opposite many things and does not fully 

understand what "cis" means, 

we actually fall far from one another

See, I'm not so rugged

I'm quite structured and slightly complex

While he firmly stands his untangled roots,

he preaches, which I find difficult to put into context

Cynicism should not be continuous 

It should not be looked up to or forward to

In fact, I recall that being one of the first things 

we've ever discussed 

Establishing that he has a cynical side

as a swollen result of childhood

But I suppose I assumed the swelling went down

when we tossed around our graces

and basked in each others melting company

But I realized, something seemed familiar,

because within him, I saw myself

As if I weren't confused enough,

it was as easy to catch a virus

A spell that you don't even need to hear the words of to fall under

It almost feels like a test of sanity now

~Tina Meeks

This Time, I'm Not Drunk...

This time, I'm not drunk,

merely inspired

Is this a young age for me to shoot for the stars?

To hope and pray for an old-fashioned 

rain dance to pour on my strut action?

I'm not looking for rain

I'm hoping for an avalanche to hit

I'm begging for something epic to be born

This may be the only chance

Whether you know me now or from a previous form

This is do or die

Despite our current form and the time

~Tina Meeks

While I Was Sick in Bed...

(Have been sick and getting over it the last week or so, as well as being busy as all heck. When I was stuck in bed for a few days, I felt pretty helpless and went through a depressed moment. Haven't felt super inspired lately, but here's a very short piece I wrote when I was under the weather.)

There is a mote behind a door, waiting to push its way through

With every opportunity

Selective moments

Awaiting love to be grasped

Desperate in a desolate space and alone

~Tina Meeks