The Pattern of Flight is Chaotic

I haven’t been posting anything new in terms of poetry on my IG in a while and I just realized that none of it is connected to my Tumblr. Either way, I’m trying to take clean up all my social media. I realize a lot of it is very mixed with personal, art, interests and inspirations.

Lately I have been diving into my creativity with my make up, specially my eyeshadows. I’m sure a lot of our current world situation has been hard on everyone and I hope that everyone has been able to find their emotional balance through these stressful times.

And if you haven’t, try to not beat yourself up. No one could have predicted this much less prevented it. Try to take this as a sign from the universe that we all need to slow down.

I’ll share below the link to my personal/makeup Instagram below if you guys wanna follow:

IG handle: tothedragonslair

Here is my poetry page (where I also do an attempt at nature photography) which as mentioned has been a bit barren lately, but I’m sure I’ll be coming back on track soon.

IG handle: letter_expedition

Stay safe and healthy everyone! <3

I am dead and spilt

much like rotten milk

spit out

deserted

long before the taste

tothedragonslair:

let it run free. 

Immerse yourself in the guitars that resonate with the drumming thoughts of your mind.

Pull your hair out and pretend that the thoughts will trickle out.

Let them ooze onto your hands and sneek back under your fingernails, back into your nervous system and go insane with them.

You will never get rid of them.

So let them run free.

Let them ruin you to the very core and fuck up your senses as much as possible.

Go insane on your bed in your room.

Let it rip your mind apart. Watch them speed up and start clashing and see how these collisions make no sense.

You are insane.

Let it happen.

Breath in on the ground, exhausted.

Breath in.

Maybe you’ll tie the ropes back again.

Perhaps your thoughts will make more sense. 

Exhale, they’re torn apart.

Shake uncontrollably and sob.

It’s painful, but necessary.

Tomorrow you’ll wake up feeling like shit.

It’s okay. 

Just take a walk. 

Breath in new air and new thoughts. 

Overlap the ones that have troubled you.

Hopefully with better ones.

tothedragonslair:

I felt you looking at me from across the room 

You blinked twice.

The few times I saw you

Were truly 1+1.

But among the stars we danced on Sundays

In my sanctuary.

Where we got lost in a maze 

and we came across blockades.

But then we were jerked awake,

Only in my mind we pollulate,

Different love,

Different places,

Where we continued our dance into the infinity 

Of a complex labyrinth.

You and me.

But my mind betrays me once more

When my feet touch the floor.

tothedragonslair:

I’ll defile you.

I’ll make you burn

I’ll make you turn

I’ll make you lose

Everything.

I am the dragon of your dreams

I am the dragon without wings

I am the dragon that can’t sleep.

I am the dragon that falls into

Darkness.

I will claw your ankle

I will grasp your arm

I will bite your head

I will drag you down

Into the manhole

An invisible hand will guide you

Towards the red light

Where you won’t have the right

To even talk

Or scream

You won’t be alive

You wont even think

You won’t scream

All senses will dissolve

With the poison inside.

tothedragonslair:

Smoke rises from the hill
Where your house once stood
The child came crawling down,
Choking down tears of his mother’s blood
Choking down the years in jail he would withstand
A bit too long ol’ friend of mine
A bit too long
He thought he’d cure it all
With warm hugs
And the unique taste of Amsterdam.
He drove around by freeway
Only to escape what he always carried inside.
He couldn’t get away.
Even in his haven the ghosts rose
Tormenting his sleep when it was most sound.
4am, the world is coming to a halt
But his nightmares just begun.

tothedragonslair:

It still isn’t
The daisies don’t suddenly spring into existence
The river doesn’t just flow on time.
It’s not always prefect timing for the beach party the kid wanted.
Though the beach is always ready
Their bills aren’t
The leaves don’t brown golden
Sometimes they look muddy under the fading sun
Sometimes they all green
Sometimes they don’t fall at all.
The snow freezes their toes
And the snow caved them in from an education
The heater broke and grandma didn’t wake up.

Their life is not a cartoon
They didn’t bake a cake for 20 minutes and forget the rest of the day.
Their world happened like this: 
With a high demand to cope,
But when will the world cope with them?

tothedragonslair:

Isn’t it fucked up
That we live in a world,
Where if it’s not Gaza,
It’s fascist Russia
If it’s not the rebels
It’s some disease in Africa
Or a dictator
Rations
Rape
Involuntary Prostitution?
Isn’t it fucked up that if it’s not a disease
It’s a lack of water
A lack of food?
Isn’t it fucked up that’s if it’s not a lack of food
It’s cancer?

Either way there is some destroyer
That kills multiples

And isn’t it fucked up that we
Get to just watch it on a screen?
And that we get to live?

Isn’t it fucked up,
To be the fortunate ones?

vmohlere:

gallusrostromegalus:

elodieunderglass:

kawuli:

elodieunderglass:

biochromium:

pr1nceshawn:

Sesame Seeds

Cranberry

Pineapple

Peanut

Cashew

Pistachio

Brussel Sprouts

Cacao

Vanilla

Saffron

Kiwi

Pomegranate

exactly 1 minute ago i had absolutely no idea what the plants sesame seeds and peanuts came from look like and i am shocked and surprised

for some reason every time I see pineapples growing I laugh out loud. Like, the punchline is it’s a pineapple!!!!!!!!! it’s a pineapple

An Interesting Fact About Peanuts, while we’re on the topic of food-plants:

Peanuts-you-eat grow underground, but they are NOT part of the peanut plant’s roots. Peanut plants are ambitious little fuckers and plant their seeds themselves. They flower like any perfectly reasonable legume, but once the flowers have been pollinated the plants do something called “pegging” (no really), in which they drill the stems where the flowers used to be into the ground. And that’s where the peanuts you eat form. Like so:

(src)

I’m going to pull myself together to endorse this Extremely Interesting Fact, but it’s going to be a real struggle

Ain’t botany fun?

Everybody loves pegging!

(via elpintor)