Sea Sick

It hurts so good to put it all

into love.

In that moment.

Disappearing into an ocean of dark sea.

Being harpooned in feelings

I never thought I'd have

again.

Taking the wheel with everything

I'm willing to ship off and anchor

whenever.

Grappling onto each 

and any handle I can handle,

but drifting at sea is ideal until then.

~Tina Meeks

Havasu

Down in the canyons

with waterfalls as clear as similes,

our tribe of seven

pointed our toes ten miles deep.

Our roots started somewhere else.

Fresh spring water spouts from one source

Relying on freeze dried packaged foods

and portable stoves lighting the way.

Bats touch the tops of our heads

in the dusky nights while walking to the bathrooms,

and eventually the only sound for miles is

the white noise from the rivers

~Tina Meeks

Something Like Touching

It was cold and dark out

I was just drunk, thrilled, and desperate for madness

I didn't know where to go

or what to do

so we met in the middle

and kissed

and cuddle

and murdered our thoughts

so we could invite our feelings

~Tina Meeks

Together But Not

This is how it always was

Romanticizing over bite-sized pieces

of ordinarily inadequate seeming subjects

Seething upon moments

Instantly entertaining the idea

of temporarily a "you" and "me" together

Together...

~Tina Meeks

A Nuisance to the Night

I would cheers to all the new beginnings

and often to petty seeming occasions 

So, a toast to the first time riding the 49

Toast to matching socks again

To the stranger sleeping on the bench in the morning

Cheers to my falling apart notebook

being held together by packing tape

I wanna know what you cheers to

so I can fall asleep thinking about it

So we can run into the misted night

among swarming owls

We can demand salvation and 

young independence we never thought we had

In the end, we all smile anyway

We can laugh, catch our breath,

and remain a nuisance to the night

that we never want to end

A Writer's Pep Talk

As a writer, I think we all inspire. Sometimes, the more you read, the better the writing.
Six years ago, I was afraid to share my best work out of fear of thievery. An old friend expressed to me how wrong I might- probably was.

Throughout the entirely universe, everything is recycled, and I'm sure this is not the first time this was ever thought up. To fellow writers: Fear not
Pause never, except to breathe. Accept to breathe. The breath is what is keeping us humble so I, can less of the time stumble over my unfinished thoughts. There's nothing invalid about being aware of ones surroundings. On the flip side, zoning into a private world to allow for a space like this is the most important- the most vulnerable thing that we as writers do. To unlock a door to allow the relishing in this pleasurable piece of the puzzle without edges, no walls, no frame. I have to remind myself that it's okay to say the same thing more than once. It ain't redundant, but a friendly reminder of the importance of this.

This is a practice and it's the only way to get better. To not lose it, rather. Perhaps some words and phrases will feel right one moment and the next, only a cliche' followed by a scoff. As a writer, it's a continuous tug-a-war to admire each other, self-critique, to remain open to sharing, and most importantly, to never run out of pages.

~Tina Meeks

Weird Word Play With Some of My Youthful Favorite Metal Bands

I am livid

I am terrified and angry

I am dramatically insipid 

and trippin' on my own words

I'm Disturbed

Freshly purged 

of brain cells and epiphanies 

Tomorrow will be Sevenfold

help up by a Slipknot

That is All That Remains

and comprehensible 

if you try not to pay attention

~Tina Meeks