DMT - Psychedelic - 01DMT - Psychedelic - 019 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
DMT was first synthesized in 1931 and demonstrated to be hallucinogenic in 1956. It has been proven to be in many plant genera such as [Acacia, Anandenanthera, Mimosa, Piptadenia, Virola]
Detail of Usage
A complete psychedelic experience results from the administration of 50-70mg (75mg subcutaneously, 30mg by inhalation). Within 5 minutes of administration there is mydriasis (dilated pupils), tachycardia (rapid heart beat), a measurable increase in blood pressure, and related vegetative disturbances which usually persist througout the drug experience. In 10-15 minutes, the full experience is realised.
Generally characterised by hallucinations with the eyes either open or closed, and extensive movement within the visual field. There is difficulty in the expression of one's thoughts, and in concentration on a given subject. The subject is largely symptom-free at 60 minutes, although some residual effects have been seen in the second hour. With the inhalation route of administrati
Heartbreak...HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEELHeartbreak...9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue for way too long.
Smiling as I raise my head and softly ask how was your day and I'll sleep on the couch at night, I'll even stay out of your way, I'll keep you safe when you are not, I'll keep you warm when you are cold, I'll wake you up at 2 am just to tell you that I care.
I find solace in the curves of your hips, I think you're beautiful even tho
SamaraSamara7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Born to this world you were immediately deemed as cursed.
Your mommy tried to save your soul by drowning you while humming a lullaby.
She was caught in the act and you were saved, however your soul wasnt.
So very young you did not show emotion nor shed a tear.
But water was really your one biggest fear.
Years later you were adopted by a new mommy and daddy too.
At first they loved you but then something went horribly wrong.
The horses would drown themselves along the beach.
All the animals feared you and avoided you by dying, one by one by one.
Mommy loved her horses and saw the evil light shine upon you.
Daddy locked you in the barn in a tiny room just below the roof.
Hed take the long ladder away so you wouldnt get down..
You stay up at night with nothing but the TV as company.
Oh how the TV would become your best friend.
On a sunny day you stood and sang by the well.
Here we go, the world is spinning.
When it stops, it's just beginning.
Sun comes up, we all l
A Naruto AlphabetA Naruto Alphabet.A Naruto Alphabet7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A is for Asuma, the guy with the knives,
With his chain-smoking habit he endangers young lives.
B is for Byakugan, the whitest of eyes
It sees all directions and is never surprised.
C is for Choji, but dont call him fat,
He may be big boned, but he likes it like that.
D is for Danzo, the leader of Root
For things like emotion he wont give a hoot.
E is for Ebisu, the master of education
Closet perversion is his aberration
F is for Fandom, the Naruto obsessed
Im in that number, as you may have guessed
G is for Gaara, the Ninja of Sand,
The grains of the desert are his to command
H is for Hokage, the leader of the Leaf,
He died in the series, much to our grief
I is for Itachi, the Mangekyo user,
He fights little Sasuke, but he is the loser.
J is for Jiraiya, the pervy toad sage
In his pursuits of research, he wont act his age.
K is for Kakashi, coolest of all
His lone Sharingan will copy it all.
L is for Lee, who works really h
MAH TWILIGHT FANFICWARNING: SPOILERS AND SHITMAH TWILIGHT FANFIC6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Leik omg, I just read twilight and it is leik the best book ever. srsly guys, go read it nao cuz it's rlly good n stuff. So I wrote this fanfic cuz, leik bella and Edward 4ever! so this is the part rite after bella and edward get hitched and they go off and have som srsly hawt secks, mmkay yeah here we go:
Edward rolled off of Bella and lay on his back, staring up into the sky with an expression of disgust. Bella looked over at him, troubled by his expression.
"What's wrong Edward?" she asked. He glanced at her, nothing but contempt in his eyes. Bella shuddered, he'd never looked at her that way before.
"What's wrong?" he mocked. "What's wrong? I search for more than a century and all I can find is a girl with a personality I like?! Hell no! I can do better."
Bella sat in shock, staring at his flawless features. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't make words happen.
"But, I--I don't understand!" she finally cried out. "What is it? What d
FallShe holds him.Fall7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He is so close that she can feel his heartbeat pounding through her very being. So close she can feel his energy fighting with hers until it tires and ultimately resists to becoming one...
... One and the same.
He inhales deeply as his arms tighten about her waist. He lifts her. Light as a feather, she comes to rest on his hips and wraps her legs about him. He lays his head in the small, comfortable space in the curve of her neck as he breathes in her warmth and holds her ever closer.
Such a delicate and fragile creature; even the smallest thing would cause her to break.
She fondles the hairs on his nape affectionately as her fingers entwine between them and dance across his neck. He becomes breathless as a sudden force causes him to gasp for air; this mystifying power which grips not only his heart, but his very Soul.
Was it true that he had at last found Love?
She could do nothing but hold him and hope that that moment would last for eternity.
The DepartureHis name was Death,The Departure7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Decked out in a suit and a topped hat.
Patrolling the streets with a tap of his cane,
With a snap of his finger,
A car crash,
A shot of the gun,
Somewhere in the world
Someone was dead.
But he went along smiling,
Whistling a tune to fit his mood.
Offering a hand to those that had fallen.
Grabbing the kid
About to step out in the street.
Helping a lady
Carrying too many bags.
All this time
No one even noticing
The man's name was Death.
He merged with the crowds,
Blended in with the people,
His existence unknown to all but me,
Confused by his appearance,
Curiosity getting the best of me,
And he knew but did not say a word.
Through the jostle of people,
Over voices so loud,
His eyes spoke wonders,
But no answers allowed.
He pointed a finger to a window above,
A shot rang out,
A woman fell down,
He took her in his arms,
Cradled her with love.
All this time
No one even noticing
The man's name was Death.
Her spirit would rise,
MidnightI remember my first geisha sightingMidnight7 years ago in Other More Like This
Falling from the night, her robes were
splashed with ochre, and periwinkles.
in jet black hair.
A fleeting, imperfect,
I am giddy.
We start with a gentle hello
then comes the dance
low slung in her hips
moving her arms in a studied grace
It is hard not to pay attention
to the small stuff
the secret gardens
rain is in the air
Were not a literal people,
but I lose myself.
We write in
and she becomes
the dark, naked grapevines
of early spring.
I open my eyes.
It is a Zen notion
Here is a place where the dragon can rest.
VETAEvery Year, millions of vegetables are murdered, torn from their life-giving homes and processed in the most inhumane ways, just so we can have a nice salad. They are grown in crammed gardens and fields, segregated by type and restrained by rows in the ground. This restricts their rights and natural instincts, thus making their life a monotony of torture from day to agonizing day.VETA7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You see, vegetables are intelligent creatures. They make friends and enemies, and interact in the same way humans do. If they were not separated from their friends and family, they would live full lives by meeting new vegetables, partying with them, inviting them to their apartments, and occasionally singing and dancing. Alas, they cannot live the free spirited lives of free veggies, for they are kept in these veggie work camps.
Soon enough, though, their pitiful lives are ended in the most brutal way.
They are ripped from the ground, thrown into over crowded container
emotions with longer names"Why are you holding a camera?" Her eyes flickered to look at his. She possessed no poker face—her discomfort made him smile, even now.emotions with longer names11 years ago in Teen More Like This
"I don't know," replied a disembodied voice. The sound of his words made his heart beat faster, made the memories come rushing back in some horrific nightmarish image of a carnival ride.
She displayed her white teeth to him in an awkward smile, the flashing red light reflected in her eyes. They weren't looking at the camera—they were looking at him.
"Talk to me," he said, loving to film the shape of her face in all that silence but knowing her awkward quirks.
"I don't know what to say." Her voice was quieter than normal, and scarlet stop signs were ebbing at her cheeks.
"Say anything," he commanded in a voice heavy with anticipation. His vowels were richer than a gourmet bagel caked in strawberry cheesecake cream cheese.
She bit her lip, and he could see the cartoon bubble appearing above her furrowed brow—I'm thinking.
"John Cusack," she whispe
So You Wanna Be a Writer?Many writers profess their desire to be novelists or poets, and sometimes even journalists, but very few--indeed, even those sitting with Creative Writing degrees, know what other options are out there for someone gifted with words. Your old Alma Mater wasn't lying when they said you could do "anything" with an English Literature degree, but they may have been leaving out much of the story.So You Wanna Be a Writer?7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
For writers, especially those trying to break into the publishing business, the world is a daunting (and often depressing) place. Securing a literary agent is almost necessary in today's oversaturated market and, while many publishers are still looking for the 'next big thing' or a new revival of the ever-dying 'literary fiction', just as many are happy to continuing publishing texts that make money. Do not lose hope, however! Publishing the Great American Novel is not the only way to call yourself a writer, and sometimes you can slip in through the back d
Hyper Depressing PoemThis poem is hyper depressing.Hyper Depressing Poem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Words like darkness and shatter appear frequently.
I talk about consumer culture,
reflect upon indentity crisis,
the shattering dark reflective gaze of the piercing whatever,
a line about the masses,
religion and hate are destroying the world,
crimson gaze in ash eyes,
look at my reflection in the water,
dust and dirt look back,
condense me to your et cetera,
the way I dress reflects who I am inside,
blah blah conformity,
common themes comprise boring poems,
I'm tackling too many issues at once,
how can something with so much behind it
seem so impersonal and repetitive?
tell me your answers before I
Eclipsemoon guides meEclipse7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
on its voyage,
fingers as white,
the marrow of me-
I can't shiver the
chill from my soul
as intense as
everything I feel
while there's life,
where it takes me
I don't know,
I don't wonder
to feel the course
eyes soft focus,
Weekend HikeBlue dawn. After one last stretch, I start alone up Kennesaw Mountain.Weekend Hike5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sparrow's song
Most Sundays, I would be joined by mom and, if we can budge him, my kid brother. Today they have opted for church. I don't mind the solitude. Walking alone, I focus on breathing, slow and deep into the stomach. In martial arts, this is called Qi Gong. The old masters would breathe this way to increase their longevity.
on the young girl's lips
Passing a field, I'm surrounded by butterflies. Swallowtails, Hairstreaks, even a Southern Dogface! I've never seen so many at once. Among the insects, hikers scour bushes for ripening blackberries. According to the guidepost, this is where General Sherman suffered his heaviest casualties.
the cannon packed
Maybe.Don't you just think,Maybe.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
that someday it'll work?
...You and me.
That you wont look at me,
and give me that smile.
You'll kiss me.
That you'll hug me,
pulling me closer gently.
You'll hold me tight.
That when we fight,
you'll say 'Just kidding'.
We'll laugh instead.
That when you smile,
You'll make me smile.
We'll be happy.
That when you say,
'I love you dude'.
You'll mean it.
Like when I say,
'I love you bowlhead.'
I mean it.
The Ghost TrainThe Ghost Train9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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* ____==== ]OO|_n_n___][.
* [________]_|__|________ )
gestaltI hope this is more than inebriated romance.gestalt7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch you in the diner.
I'm always watching, through mirrors, through doorways, seeing you and seeing me and knowing we're reflections of the same hypocrisy; I'm outside the television, this tellingvision, I'm disconnected, broken, the nerve between me and the rest of existence is strained and I see beyond your charades. I'm on the outside of the window, our interactions are equivocal, ambiguous, filtered and muted. My reality is a drunk prism, and your reality is an insane labyrinth of pattern, schedule, and bullshit.
The coffee at dinner makes remnants of the vodka at breakfast taste like cigarettes and five dollar whores. Stale women on a sunday, gracing my grief with melting laughter.
Series of Senryu1)Series of Senryu7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Man searched for meaning
In can of shit.
The poor live
On the sidewalk;
A sideshow behind glass.
Gods complain about
Stubbing feet against mountains-
They ignore the rockslide.
Likes to break wind
In peoples faces.
The students prefer
Instead of existing.
When shit happens,
Not because you shat.
As they walk, people stare
Up at Heaven
Then reject answers
That answer how.
The idiots overdose
On the chill-pill.
Build houses on cliffs,
Then lament their fall.
Speak on wavelengths so high
Dogs run in fear.
Fearing the dark,
He excuses himself
Too hard; lets discuss
"Solitude""Solitude"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the familiar wailing of a saxophone on a side street on a rainy day.
the last building on the left, with a heavy wooden door... and no windows.
words... walls of concrete covered in concrete words
that mean absolutely nothing.
pedestrians walk up and down the street and partake
in the exchange of distant glances with approaching people.
among the myriad of cold raindrops.
Like a lot of students todayLike a lot of students today, I'm not really a big reader. I just don't really get into many stories or books to a degree of enthrallment where I enjoy turning to a new page in anticipation of what's to come. More so, it's been a while since I've actually enjoyed reading a school-required piece of literature. Not to say the other dozens of books about a Mississippi runaway or the 1920's weren't entertaining, it's just they didn't grab my attention to where I actually wanted to read on. They didn't fit me.Like a lot of students today4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
However, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn was different. After pushing through to the second book, my attention was focused down toward the manila pages as connections of numerous details in this book were weaved together. The atmosphere down to every street corner was painted vividly; the emotions and personalities of each character expressed beautifully, every joyful and painful moment cover to cover as clear as crystal.
Lost LoveTragedy's may happen,Lost Love5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Friends can come and go.
Did you get to say goodbye,
Did your loved one ever know?
Accepted for the better,
Or everything seems wrong.
Regardless why it happened,
The one you loved is gone.
And every tear that falls
Shatters your heart more,
But new paths will soon be trodden,
And laughter fill the sky.
And I'll remember those I've lost,
Until the day I die.