Saturday 16 December 2017

does smoking weed make you more creative?

A new study on the effects of smoking marijuana and its relation to creativity has some interesting results.
The study consisted of 412 marijuana users (they couldn’t find 8 more?) and 309 non-users, and they attempted to answer the question: Does smoking marijuana make you more creative?
Emily LaFrance, the co-author of the study and graduate student at Washington State University, says she first became interested in the topic when she noticed that a lot of her favorite artists admit they smoke marijuana. “This cannabis use was commonly thought to have been a cause of the creative success of many artists,” she explains. “I began to wonder about this commonly held idea – are cannabis users really more creative than non-users?”
The study is called “Inspired by Mary Jane? Mechanisms underlying enhanced creativity in cannabis users” and was published in Consciousness and Cognition. It examined the participants over a variety of areas including psychological tests, and measuring creative works and achievements.
Some major points from the study include:
  • Cannabis users were more likely to be extroverted and open to new experiences.
  • Cannabis users reported higher levels of artistic creativity, but not a higher amount of creative achievements or completed works.
  • Cannabis users performed better on a convergent thinking test (which tests creative problem solving).
Overall, they did find that those who use marijuana are more creative than their counterparts who do not use it, but when they dug deeper they made a startling discovery.
When the scientists included the personality traits into the data, they realized that these traits on their own could determine whether a person is more open to using marijuana, as well as drive a tendency to be more creative.
“Cannabis users may be more creative than non-users,” LaFrance says, “but this is not because using cannabis has increased their creativity.” She goes on to explain that it’s the fact that marijuana users “are more open to experience than non-users, and this openness to experience is associated with both cannabis use, and heightened creativity.”
So there you have it: if you smoke pot you’re probably more creative than people who don’t… but it’s not necessarily the weed that’s got your creativity going. It was you all along!
Note: This study was conducted with all subjects being sober, meaning none of them were under the influence of marijuana during the test.

Sunday 26 November 2017

I am a teen not a weakling

         Being a teenager is a very tasking duty and an unavoidable phase in life. If one is to grow up and mature, then teenage years is the right time to prepare. Sadly, it is a very delicate period as well, due to the experimenting nature of teens in such years and due to lack of experience of the consequences of such experiments.
           As a teenager, mistakes are inevitable if we do not do the right things at the right time. We are no doubts exposed to a lot of garbage and our easy access to certain materials is our greatest temptation. Temptations do not come saying "hey, look at me! I am here to tempt and lure you into destruction" no they do not come that way but rather use more subtle means of approach that does not give room for you to even question yourself. These temptations are everywhere.
              The fact that you're a teenager and you are surrounded by wrong vices does not in any way mean that you are to indulge in them. You are a teen and not a weakling, you have strength in you to stay positive in the middle of negative people and actions. Being a teenager does not mean you live carelessly now and then later in future you can repent. There is so much strength and willful power in you that you can tap into if only you decide to.
              Being young is not an excuse to act stupidly, no it is not. Every action taken in life has its consequences, before taking an action, try asking yourself if you are ready for the consequences of that action and answer it truthfully. We are teenagers and that also does not mean that we have grace to act foolish for now and then get wise later on, we know the right things so let us endeavour to do them. It's never too late to retrace your steps and stand right, it's never to late to decide to become a responsible teenager or young adult. Say to yourself : I AM RESPONSIBLE.

Tuesday 31 October 2017

bloody halloween

Come, let's dwell in a blood bath,
one drop at a time is all it takes,
Don't panic, it is just a bath,
One kill equals one soul.

Be merry for our night is atlas here,
Killings here and there,
Smile for blood is finally here,
Be ready, it will last just a few hours.

Vampires and werewolfs,
Grab your zings and mates,
Tonight is a bloody night out,
It's a full moon and a night of casted shadows.

GET READY TO KILL!!!

WRITTEN BY: ANNIE BLAKE

Sunday 29 October 2017

ironical lies

Anything you told me,
Everything you once said to me,
Strategically was planned for me,
You! You lied to me.

You told me I would be fine,
You said your plans are in line,
You said i am a fine wine,
You! Made me think I was sine.

I believed you,
Believed your lies,
I hanged my hope in your skies,
Now you have sold it out to flies.

Now I need to retreat,
Lest my soul should heat,
I need to mold,
Lest my soul goes cold.

Monday 16 October 2017

deep holes

Life slowly unfolds,
All that it holds,
Dishing out loopholes,
Causing negative folds.

Times without number,
From one crime to another,
I quietly remember,
My crimes and how I murder.

With blood stained hands,
With sharp pointed fangs,
With red coloured sands,
I sure should have died.

I fell in a deep hole,
I tried retrieving my soul,
It longs for help,
It longs for a lift from deep holes.

Sunday 1 October 2017

its independence day

📜October the sorry month of ember, Quite unfortunate you had to be together,
Isn't it wonderful you have something to remember, Come what may you would always be remembered.

1st of October is one of a kind .
It is rich in its own glory and has become something different of its kind.
1st of October I would never forget thee,
You have of a day made a country a great Nation.
 I will never forget thee and how our forefathers fought for something worth while on this very day.1st of October first of its kind.

1st of October I would never forget thee.
 The day our forefathers got the power to speak in there own languages.
 Many have fought  for this day and many have longed to see this day.
But here we all are enjoying the day our forefathers longed to witness.

1st of October the day green stood got something worth more than a colour.
 Uneven and independent from every other colour. There is no other colour befitting enough to express thy strength.
But yet it is a colour amongst other colours

1st of October the first of all ember.
The only say for a country so great to achieve independence.
The only day that people gather together in the proud colour of Nigeria.
 The only day Nations come together to celebrate with us as we age📜


WRITTEN BY  Anuoluwapo  aka  Akede Moana

Wednesday 27 September 2017

nobody knows

No one really knows,
How exactly it grows,
Only after the cock crows,
Do we get to notice our sorrows.

No one knows how it hurts,
Holding up the pain in personal courts,
It leads to many different outbursts,
Even as I obey gravitational force.

No one knows how I fight,
How I constantly look for a knight,
Who would hold me at night,
And shield me from twilight.

Nobody knows,
How much I have to grow,
How much I have to sow,
Nobody knows.

Friday 15 September 2017

seeking a purpose

Purpose is fated,
People make it over-rated,
Which makes me agitated,
Because there is none I created.

For a long time I searched,
Looking through all things arched,
Sometimes I would unsearch,
Sometimes I researched.

The cycle became endless,
I felt purpose less,
I now had insecurities,
And I gave in to casualties.

Luckily I got reminded,
That purpose cannot be created,
It can only revealed,
To those who believed.

Sunday 10 September 2017

ever get tired?

I wonder why I hold on,
Why I still fight,
Why I still hold on,
When passion goes on a flight.

I often become weak,
Sometimes I am motionless,
I entertain passiveness,
Although funny, I become meek.

Do you ever get tired?
Do you ever feel what I feel?,
Because sometimes I feel alone,
I feel shut out from this world.

I would never know,
Everyone seems fine to me,
Don't try saying no,
It would only agitate me.

Thursday 31 August 2017

don't let me down

I'm crashing,
I've hit the wall,
I'm crying,
I've let tears fall.

I'm stranded,
I try reaching out,
I'm grounded,
I need to let it out.

I call out for help,
I realise no one is around,
I let out a sharp yelp,
I'm sinking underground.

I say your name aloud,
But you're not around,
Shout out your name,
You're not around.

I'm loosing my cool,
And air is running out,
I'll play the fool,
If only you come running out.

Don't let me down,
Don't take off my crown,
There's no one by my side,
Sharp pains run across my tide.

I need a miracle,
I need you right now,
I hope you're here when I need you most,
Don't let me down.

Monday 14 August 2017

make me worthy

It's hard to decide,
Was it because I lied?,
Or because I hid my pride?,
Please, still be my guide.

This world is full of lies,
I pray time flies,
I pray death dies,
So I will be welcomed to your skies.

I feel unholy,
Make me yours wholly,
Because I feel lowly,
Please, make me holy.

Monday 31 July 2017

hallucinations

Please help me,
My hallucinations are getting real,
It feels like I am having my last meal,
It feels weird and so surreal.

I keep having these dreams,
It burns and steams,
Perhaps I will find a proper theme,
To further express my dreams.

I am having this vision,
Although it lacks precision,
Humans might go on a mission,
Hopefully there is no collision.

My heart is troubled,
The images in it are jumbled,
Some have crumbled,
Help me; I am troubled.


Wednesday 26 July 2017

did I loose my soul? or did I loose souls?

I got lost,
I didn't know I was lost,
I was lost,
I didn't know I was lost.

I lived a life I loved,
I really did fall in love,
I thought I had found love,
I thought I had a life I loved.

I had a fixed gaze,
I had a burning haze,
I had fire in my soul's cave,
I was indeed brave.

I focused on my goals,
I forgot all souls,
I fixed my heart on gold,
I did loose some golden souls.

I truly regret,
I wish I can reset,
I would then change my mindset,
I would truly then be at rest.

I have lost so much,
I did gain so much,
I had so much goals,
I forgot the souls.

Monday 10 July 2017

memories of you

(sigh)
I have not seen you in forever,
The last I heard from you was ;bye,
Ever since then nothing else,
Absolutely nothing...

(grinning)
I occasionally feel your gaze,
Your happiness was infectious,
I was truly happy with you,
Now I am left with memories...

(sad)
It's been a while since you left,
You left me here in the land of the living,
How do you expect me to survive?
Just how?






feel for yourself...

Have you ever felt light,
Then an equal amount of darkness,
Have you ever felt it,
The struggle for your soul.

Feel the dark times,
Feel the dark energy,
Feel the  dark side,
Feel the contention for your soul.

You then have to decide,
Decide that light is all you want,
Decide it's all you need,
Accept that darkness cannot make you free.

Saturday 8 July 2017

mild words

All around me are familiar faces,
Worn out of places,
Then made into faces,
Feels like it blazes.

I find it hard to tell you,
I find it hard to say,
I find it hard to take,
I find it hard to express.

I am trying to dry my emotions,
So I do not feel sad,
So I do not say,
So I do not take.

No one knows me,
But look right through me,
Then sit and listen,
I am made of mild words.


Sunday 25 June 2017

glimpse of emotion

You shut me out,
And you never said much,
I begged to come to yacht,
But I already lost so much.

I told you,
That I would be forgotten,
But now it's you,
That is not forgetting.

I moved on,
Did all I wanted,
I moved on,
Becoming your beloved.

Anywhere I would have followed you,
But not anymore,
I already got over you,
And you'll keep loving me more.


Wednesday 21 June 2017

thoughts of home

Look around,
Everything is vain,
Everything is plain,
Soon it returns to the ground.

Sometimes happiness reigns,
Soon after comes pains,
They both wrestle,
Wanting to reign.

I wonder how long,
How much time is left,
Do you ever ponder,
Maybe life is prolonged.

I yearn to go home,
Free from travails,
I want to go home,
Stuck in glorious reins.

Saturday 17 June 2017

take a deep breath

          This is not a story about my life. It just features some of my experience. I am not perfect, infact, I feel like I am miles away from perfection, but perfection is the goal. I believe in chances, I believe in trying, I believe in never giving up but sometimes I become weary of trying and I indeed do give up. What is your definition of perfect?
            I have learnt to live, not just to exist because they are two different things. I also have not achieved this completely but I am learning to live and be happy. I live by doing what makes me happy. What do you live for? And what makes you happy?
             Sadly, I have made mistakes, I have done right things through a wrong way, I have failed at almost everything I thought I got right. All these have brought me pain, pain I always try to deny rather than let go of, but I have learnt now about how to let go. Letting go is beautiful and easy. What pain are you holding unto?
             I would not have come this far without help, God sends helpers and most times, they are in human form. One way or the other, humans help you get to where you should be, either through a wrong way or a right way, knowingly or unknowingly, but they would still help you out. Whose help are you refusing?

Monday 12 June 2017

everything here is...

      It's been seven years since I last had contact with the living. I have been completely shielded from the activities of the living and from the living themselves. It's been seven years, seven years of beautiful loneliness, blissful sorrows, ravaging happiness. It's been seven years.
       I have been told to return to the land of the living because I have achieved my aim of coming here. I have successfully aligned my spirit with that of the thing inhabiting here. I have also lost some of my human traits, so i have to leave in order to save what is left of me.
        If it's upto me, I would remain here, I would give up the land of the living for this. I feel like this is where I truly belong, we truly co-exist I here, everything is connected In here, everything here... is cleansed.

Thursday 8 June 2017

I feel mercy

I try finding mercy,
Seems to be around,
Heard it's around,
But I can't find mercy.

Mercy is reaching out to me,
I feel it's energy around,
Feel it's presence,
My heart yearns for it.

Reaching to save me,
Feel it's caress,
Hoping to find succour,
Mercy is finally with me.

Sunday 4 June 2017

hypnotising embrace

Stay at the edge,
Feel my cool embrace,
Look into my eyes,
I am all you want,
All you need.

Feel the light air,
Breathe it in,
Look into my depths,
Get lost in me.

Focus your gaze,
Soon you will come down,
To my hypnotising embrace.


Wednesday 24 May 2017

journey home

Miles away from home,
Missing your perfect embrace,
Make me come home,
To feel your loving embrace.

Look upon me,
Look upon me,
Have mercy upon me,
Have mercy upon me.

Give me strength,
Make me persevere,
The journey is tiring,
Help me persevere.

Tuesday 23 May 2017

come out the door

I never see you anymore,
Please, come out,
Come out the door,
Then let me in.

Hoping to see you,
Seems like too much,
Memories of you,
Seem far away.

Just let me in,
I promise not to fail,
Just let me in,
So i'll stop being pale.

Sunday 7 May 2017

come to me

Come to me,
For I know what you seek,
Look upto me,
For I know you are weak.

Come to my river,
Let me baptize your soul,
Drown in my river,
Let it drown your sorrows.

Come,
I'll heal your pains,
Come,
Ward off your complains.

Friday 5 May 2017

come over to the grey side

Feel nothing,
Say nothing,
Hear nothing.

Blurred vision,
Unclear sounds,
Blank sheets.

Head pounding,
Heart beating,
Pulse moving.

Pain,
Doesn't exist,
In this grey side.

Tuesday 25 April 2017

mountains

Mountains do not budge,
No they do not,
They will tower high,
Fearing no ordinary human,
Nor nature or elements,
Somewhat supreme,
Causing problems,
But also beautiful,
In it's natural context,
However, fear mountains,
Because they do not budge.

Friday 21 April 2017

under my skin

Their recent presence,
Caused my absence,
I needed to hide,
Or was it just pride.

Sounds from their room,
Seemed like doom,
Made me panic,
And I did search for comics.

It's been forever,
And I can't remember,
What it feels like,
To be cool, calm and collected.


Saturday 15 April 2017

passion never frustrates

 Find passion,
 It never frustrates,
Bearable pain,
Is the most it can create.

Find passion,
You will never seek zeal,
In passion,
Zeal is most dominant.

Find passion,
Special becomes understatement,
It becomes reality,
Taking you before kings.

Finally find passion,
Creator created one for you,
Let it not rotten and decay,
Honour Him with it.

Saturday 8 April 2017

i'll still feel...

Run me over,
Turn me over,
Push me over,
I'll still feel.

Leave me crying,
Leave me dying,
Leave me wishing,
I'll still feel.

Make me sober,
Make me hyper,
Make me fiercer,
And i'll still feel.

Give me thunder,
Give me rain,
Give me storm,
Yet, i'll feel.

Emotions are beneath you,
Way beyond you,
And i'll still feel,
Because I got You.

Wednesday 5 April 2017

find me

Know not who made me,
wants me,
Find me,
But I exist,
That am sure of.

Made of flesh,
Possess a soul,
Feel my heartbeat,
Surely,
I exist!.

Pardon my words,
You know not what I feel,
Judge me not as well,
My journey is unknown to you,
We only co-exist.

In a thunderstorm,
Ravaging emotions,
Grew up overnite,
 Stranger!,
I possess emotions.

Happiness,
See!, I am happy,
It's a facade,
But they wouldn't know,
I'm unhappy.




Written by Mayowa Da-costa

Monday 27 March 2017

becoming a woman (part 2)

So technically, realities of life began to dawn on me. I became more conscious about a whole lot of things, including my negative and positive traits.
I and my close friends would sit and gist about things interesting to us, and one faithful day, one of us brought up the topic of a new boy in our class, voicing out her admiration for him, wow, wow, wow, everyone seemed to go mute but after a while most of them seemed to consent about him being a fine boy, wow, I couldn't still come to terms with this until after a long while and well...talking about boys became a frequently occuring topic of discussion.
At this point, in my early years of secondary school, I became dissatisfied with my grades as I realised, beauty with no brains was a term no one wished to be addressed with and the seemingly beautiful girls who were intelligent seemed to get the most attention and well...I wouldn't mind a lil bit of that attention.
I became brilliant, beautiful and important in my own little way.
However, insecurities and wishes still prevailed, I wanted longer hair, little more height, wished I was a tad bit slimmer, and the list of my now irrelevant worries could have gone on.

Friday 17 March 2017

I once lived

Soul beating,
Heart bleeding,
Everything I had,
I saw fading.

Now beyond,
Perhaps the great beyond,
Help eludes my hands,
Would have laid down mine.

Please just wait,
Sweep me up in your arms,
Love me here.
My heart, i'll lay down.

Knew love,
Love died,
It once lived,
I once lived.




This is dedicated to my dear friend's mother , Sophia.

Monday 13 March 2017

piercing silence

That phase in life when you let someone in, with your hopes high, like way high, it's all laughs and everything nice, you share past memories with them and let them in on a lot of stuff because of the happiness and comfort you feel when In their company.
This is perfectly reciprocated in most cases that I know of, both parties feel the attraction and connection, occasionally, sacrifices are made in order to make the other happy or at ease in a difficult phase of their lives.
Albeit, the story line never maintains this beautiful perception in most cases. A period comes, one feels too occupied with schedules, the other feels left alone. Regular conversations become rushed ones or periodic talks, the communication dims.
One finally stops trying, deepening the silence, the silence feels piercing to the other, and finally gives in to the new trend as well, a perfectly blossoming relationship halts abruptly, in most cases, both parties still wonder why and how.
The root problem is communication, the inability of one party to explain to the other what he/she feels properly. Even when misinterpretations cause the drift, communication is still key. Even at the set in of the piercing silence, communication still helps, unless one party is too pained to speak or feels words wouldn't explain.

Tuesday 7 March 2017

becoming a woman (part 1)

Growing up, it always seemed life would end with an happily ever after. Sing in the bathroom and never have to worry about a thing. Mehn!, life seemed so beautiful, so at peace, so free of worries, life seemed so beautiful...
Basically, not a thing to do, except having to score good grades, be obedient  and be graceful, but whew!, that was still quite some responsibility to be entrusted with. If only we knew what was to still be expected of us by society as a whole, if only.
Obviously not all of us had good grades, I don't know about you but I didn't, I couldn't just fathom me getting home, freshening up and carry my books to read, come on, life couldn't be so hard. So for quite the most part of my early years in school, I was mediocre, so to say.
Hmmmm, about being obedient, well... I partly was, trust me I tried my best to be obedient but there was this gangster feeling that came up every now and then and it got the most out of me.
Trying to be graceful, unfortunately got me into trouble a lot of times, as I remember me stealing from my sister's perfumes, in a bid to smell nice and enhance my then perception of graceful, and well... you should all guess, I was severely dealt with, not negatives all the way though since she finally bought me one after a long while.
Thinking about my very begining fascinates me, such state of naivety and innocence. Unknown to me I could have been better, wiser, more productive, and the list could go on. I can't change all that though, it's what molded me, it's what made me who I am today and although I wish for a better me, I appreciate who I am today.

Thursday 2 March 2017

void of emotion

Wanderer, all I am,
Knoweth not vision,
It existeth not,
Knoweth not purpose.
Wanderer, all I am.

Depth of emotion,
Findeth no expression,
Slowly, it fadeth,
Slowly, I looseth,
Depth of emotion.

Effortless observation,
Showeth my depression,
Atlas, I hide it not,
The sadness on the surface,
Effortless observation.



Written by Mayowa Da-costa 

Note: this poem is a practical



Wednesday 1 March 2017

drifting magnetism

Once upon a time, you were my everything. The drift is now deepening, and the magnetism is now slimming.
Thinking of the fun times we shared, the dark times, and the crazy times as well. Now they're all thoughts and memories. One never to let go of anyway, because they mean a lot.
Reaching out has become so hard, so strange, so unfamiliar. Or has the way to reach out been forgotten?,definitely not. It's now just better than giving explanations which won't be avoided forever.
Are you hiding?, are you grieving?, are you deepening the drift purposely?. Don't really know and that's quite frustrating.
Never see you anymore, am forgetting you the more, the drift is deepening and the magnetism is slimming.
Just come out the door and bring down your walls if there are actually any.


Written by Mayowa Da-costa

Tuesday 28 February 2017

gods amongst us...

(sigh)
Perfection is the goal,
miles away from it,
know not when I will reach it,
if I ever will, but,
Perfection is the goal.
(sigh)
Perfection is so sought for,
Nothing else is accepted,
Nothing less is appreciated,
Either it's perfect or it's not,
Perfection is so sought for .
(sigh)
Perfection must be attained,
It leaves you no choice,
Fight for it,
Kill for it,
Perfection must be attained.
(sigh)
Perfection isn't a god,
In the end,
No one really is,
It's just strived for,
Perfection isn't a god.


Written by Mayowa Da-costa
Inspired by Blez Tuna .  http://wp.me/p8r9Rq-r

        

Monday 27 February 2017

black is a colour...

Black is a colour...

Funny how we tend to associate black with negativity , without realising that it is actually what we make of it that it eventually becomes.
Yes, black can be beautiful, yes, it can portray beauty and positivity. Albeit, we never do, and that's just sad. Even when it's tied to negative things, we do not accept that it is our activities that have made it so, our activities have corrupted this icon, black, we have made it an icon of evil and negativity.
For some, black remains an attitude signifying boldness, beauty and strength.
Black is what you make of it...
Black is a colour.

Written by Mayowa Da-costa

Sunday 26 February 2017

It's easier to think, right?

We see people everyday,
We talk to them everyday,
Whether they are fine or not,
We think they are.

I see her laugh, smile, play,
I talk to her everyday,
I feel she is fine,
I think she looks fine.

You see him frown,
You don't bother to talk to him,
You feel he needs no one,
You feel he's a strong one.

Why do we make assumptions?,
Because it's easier than obligation,
Why don't you reach out?,
Because you feel they're alright.


Written by Mayowa Da-Costa