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

Falling for Winter

There's no direction

Running stagnant 

She's pretending she's got bandwidth 

She's merely sprinted for her own benefit

or runs away from potential fragments

that have broken apart

from her garden of ease

She pleads

for a better way to blossom

but some days

the rain don't stop

and it's beautifully sad

to not love all of the seasons

~Tina Meeks

Flowing

Here's to new beginnings

(what ever that means)

Here's to what ever makes you happy 

and a difference in space

that impacts the world for the better

(what ever that means)

If you have your life together,

more power to you-

I can't wait to get there

Until then, I'll keep doing 

what I do best

Going with it

~Tina Meeks

Tea Leaves

This place used to feel like a 

silent gallery to meditate and self-reflect

Now it's just another study hall

for college kids and business partners

to discuss gluten free products 

There are skylights shedding light

to a small area and air that felt warm

I once felt comfortable

I feel like a poser with a laptop collecting dust,

a letter from South Carolina, my phone face down,

and keys that were not mine

This means nothing to anyone else

It hardly means anything to me

~Tina Meeks