I wanna write something new
I wanna write a poem that’ll make me forget
Just like the alcohol use to
I wanna write a poem that’ll make me regret
Just like all the one-night stands did
I wanna write a poem that’ll make you feel dirty
The kind that makes you get dressed, leave immediately than go get tested
I wanna write the kind of poem that is as hard to listen to as it is to recite
I wanna write a poem that’ll leave my skin crawling and my ears bleeding
I want this poem to bleed as much as I did
Let these blue lines be my veins, the bleached paper be my skin
This poem doesn’t have much left because my heart is paper thin
Let the ink run deep, leave this page looking like a murder scene
I wanna write a poem like murder she wrote
Right before she broke her knife off into my back
I wanna write a poem like a sneak attack
The kind that catches you by surprise in the middle of the night
Like a nightmare with no way out
I wanna write a poem to allow my darkness a way to scream and shout
It’s not meant to be loud, it just is
This poem doesn’t care if you listen
This poem will slit the wrists to any awkward silences out there
Beware of the dog its bark is far less than it’s bite
I wanna write a poem as long this line of crushed up valium
Let this poem leave me just as high and as numb
I wanna write a rain dance than bring forth the dark clouds
Drown out this piece of paper and wash away the doubts
I wanna write a poem like a one-way road
Then bulldoze everything in its path
I wanna write a poem like a cold body in a warm bath
Then give it 13 reasons why it never should’ve been alive
I want this poem to be a fit of my desolate rage
That still burns even after I exit this stage.
Who else has heard of this search engine database for music you have yet to discover? the MUSIC MAP it generates is the GOAT.
I’ve been using Gnoosic for about 2 years (ish)
GNOD (The Global Network Of Discovery).It is an ongoing project developed by Marek Gibney, based in Germany.
if you are looking to find new music and artists to listen to or learn about this database is where you need to be.
Gnoosic is able to produce a personalised Music map of artists or music you may like based on your search results
Here’s how easy it is to use GNOOSIC
Type in up to three bands/names
I typed in two that the database knows & one that it didn’t know. I wonder if we can use it to introduce other users to new music artists and genres?
Based on my 3 choices it aks if its predictions are correct. You have the option of choosing you don’t know.
The other part of Gnod is MUSIC MAP.
It’s great for finding new artists similar to who you type in the database. What I love about this system is that it is a community project.
If the artist you want doesn’t come up you can ask to add it to the database. You can also verify other users artists uploaded.
There is a link to submit artists who aren’t on the map too. And if you are of the pedantic type you can fix typos too 😉
Gnoosic and the Music-Map are the music parts of Gnod. Together, they are visited by over 200000 music fans per month and provide them with millions of music recommendations.
I chose to look up Orsten
I’m impressed by the results closest /similar in style to Orsten Moderator, Nym, Boogie Belgique, Moderator are artists I already follow. I’m tempted to check out Madwreck.
It also brought up a bunch of bands/artists (not so similar) but who I enjoy too. A few examples are
If you pick an artist/band on the map it automatically regroups names to the most similar. It’s dynamic.
It would be great to be able to put in biographies too but I find a quick place to find new music to listen to, write to, write about or to submit yourself as an artist -its a great project.
The big test is to find a new artist & song that I love that will feature on this blog. I’m sure it will!
Simple to use.
Great for finding new music and artists & bands. its also great for understanding what music genres or (sub-genres) appeal to you & for helping people who want to write about music use this as a resource to research genres, news…
It’s fucking useful. Trust me.
Today my thoughts confound me.
Hijacked emotions detonated into a familar war zone.
The survivors feel mixed up for another mistaken identity
passport confiscated by newfound enemies.
this queue finally advances
25 letters fated to the gates of uncertainty.
A survivor is stuck in the middle -it’s me -a headless body with a hidden agenda
Skin flushed assimilates bloody shadow a crimson hue mane of the unflinchers –
pale, skeletal, naked, destitute, some even of their robbed of own teeth
a pile-up -bodies all shook
adorned by a hand, ankle, A cold shoulder, one fair nipple, a flaccid penis
Perhaps your inner idealist
can resurrect these lives distorted by final moments -a conscious full of shame.
No burial for those of faith
Souls denied a peaceful resting place.
The faithless blasted out mid breathe energy kinesthetic Life mid beat -legged it
A desperate plight -scientific proof hearts can beat or flee.
My body under constant surveillance
The scourge of self-scrutiny
Double doubt implants enhance all traces of unwanted memories
Should I hide my body
The very essence of my being?
emotions -use tic tactics
Thoughts use unrestrained strategies.
propped up by bare feet
conditioned to protect my diasporic body
Roughly re-examine all once held beliefs.
Displaced her head!
how contrary I would have said
pure insanity I willingly would share.
If I don’t have any thought
or an opinion I’ve sought out myself.
I’ll become a diminutive
No person will ever see me
No person will hear my roar.
This voice will become non-existent -all my declarations are torn from the books of history
uninformed therefore never spoken nor unwritten
My right is to live and be!
My right is to feed peacefully
not between flippant mercenaries abiding by wall division protocol that I can’t see.
disconnected to set a prenup engagement
How is it I feel the pressure of the tummy bloat after the soldiers who gloat
of their lack of familiarity?
No sense die-hard before a sensation penetrates the first bloom of intimacy
They forget how hard they push
enter the orifice
Where I learned how to formulate words.
All I have is words and sound.
They take liberties- jabs & jeers are the echo chamber to my inner core.
These are the spoils of war.
My Emotions are absolute in their conviction
My sentence – A Disempowered daily mantra
I am to be their common whore.
a concubine filled up on spew, chunks of bile flotsam
traces keep me chronically ill.
Medical treatment denied because I’ve forgotten how to express my will
The West states I’m worth it !
the East send out a search party
on wise mind hill
There is no privacy.
My body is presented against my will
These clothes cover up the tight jeans that have become my only woe
Self-growth without a choice in how I present my self
Scratch these newly formed scabs for I have lost my flair
writing words to recover
self-oppression lost out in the talent show of acquired skills
Recovery is heartbreaking.
Hoochie flavoured scent
sniff out trouble keeps me imprisoned
I look up -the window is clear still
Or perhaps my beliefs are outdated.
Murder with intent
disarm these emotions
strangers with a familiar stance
Physical appearance is my only strength?
How Naive a woman can be
One strip away from freedom
I claim a culture of sound
Dance a tango inner peace with an outward serenity.
Silk lined hemmed skirts
embroidered letters spell out a movement of hope.
I’m one dancer
I’m one dissident
a fledgeling feather
& ink well
A pregnant pause followed by a ward filled with the birth of more words
sentences will start to show
the labour of courage pushed out in its full placenta -reborn – free feathered fledgelings take flight
-A yoke is sky born
These are my words -maybe she wrote/ be happy or die trying.