Tanisha Jackland

Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015

“Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.”* -Margery Williams, Velveteen Rabbit

You aren’t real yet.
You are not alive
Until you’ve felt
Them circling you.

Not until you’ve seen
Them laughing at you
And your shabby facade.

Not until you’ve experienced
The fright of waning.
Of what it
Means to be yourself
and still worthy.

Love is the crucifixion
and the resurrection.

It is the gift from the Cosmos
to pick you back up
despite who you were.

Love is what will
make you real
And alive and forever.

Good luck on that.

#love

Dec 2015

erin walts

Blue Pill

And that's when little
Alice in wonderland

Realized
That life's just a cruel joke
One cooked up by
60s social experiments

The mind transcendence
Does no good
When you're stuck in a bone cage
Laughing madly in the walls
Because you realized
They never loved you
At last

Everyone sees
through transparency feelings
Except Alice

Set those walls on fire
Flame to Ashes

Dec 2015

MS Lim

NO WONDER SO MANY ARE UNHAPPY

No wonder so many are unhappy
Their lives are predicated on pluses
Pluses= happiness
Unhappiness comes from minuses.

All this they hanker after:
Pluses in wealth, power , position
Fame, recognition- even pluses in good looks
And wisdom--anything less is no consolation.

More acquisitions---the goal of life
(Pity those who live in minuses)
All the time they strive and strive
Chasing like addicts for the next round of seductive pluses.

Shouldn't they change their mind-set?
Surely minuses are to be more desired and embraced
Minus ill health, minus greed, minus envy, minus discord
Minus strife, minus discontent--aren't pluses sadly misplaced?

Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015

Slumming

You were wrong again, mistress.
How many times the delusion
Oh, Queen of the Universe.

With your forgotten
bag of stars
left somewhere
on the train to Utah.

They'll never know
you lived on Venus and
loved for eternities.

But now here you are
feigning mortal on
a big blue ball.

Rolling your eyes at
white bread and to a man
called Jesus.

#mysteries

Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015

Proximity

Within this
proximity
is my still life.
The silent
homecoming.
Beyond this
brutal chatter.
I could hold
you down
under my breath.
Then in one long
exhale of you
release a reluctant sigh.

You MUST listen and use headphones.
https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire/proximity

#crush #infactuation

Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015

Poet

Immortalize me.
Take all of me into you.
And let me be there
In your skin.
Imagine me
Filling up your lungs.
Seeing thru your eyes.
Speaking from your mouth.
Poet, then write me a poem
About eternity.
Write me a poem about me.

The best poem about me wins a prize.

#self-ish