Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

INK BLOT ON THE PAGE

INK BLOT ON THE PAGE

You're gonna love the man who brought it,
You're gonna be the one who bought it,
You're gonna love the way you feel at first;
You'll look at life through different eyes, babe,
You're gonna see through all them lies, but
Just stop to think, does it really quench your thirst?

The first time he gives the works to you, babe,
That's when he starts to turn the screws, but
You're gonna think right then you've reached the top
When he has finished what he's doin', babe,
You're gonna be the one who's ruined, coz
You're gonna find, one day, you just can't stop.

Your nights will be filled with Horror's dream wild,
You're gonna be the one to scream, child,
Your days will be trembling hands and blood stained phlegm;
Each day will be countless cigarettes long, child
You'll wonder where it all went wrong, 'cause
You're gonna be the one, you know, not him.

And you'll hardly know yourself, my friend,
You'll be different from others then,
The man you thought you loved ain't your friend;
And, in your dark, despairing heart,
You'll know you knew from the start
That this was how it all was going to end...

So you roll your sleeve right up your arm; see
Years of self inflicted harm, your
Local friendly pusher's pushin' down your door;
He says you're late in payment now
He wants his money- he don't care how
But I guess you won't have worry any more...

'Coz you're on the biggest trip of your life,
You don't need a gun or knife
In the way you choose to bow and leave the stage -
And this trip take you, you don't know where, but
Somehow you really just don't care, your
Life left just an ink blot on the page.
Yes, your life left just an ink blot on the page...
.
.
.

I thought today I'd share here the first song I ever wrote.

I was 18 and had never written a lyric or a song before in my life.

It was 1976, I'd just gone into the second year of my Architectural undergrad course and I was sitting with my guitar one afternoon, when quite unexpectedly and suddenly this lyric came to me. I remember my own sense of surprise as the words flowed out of me, almost unbidden, over the course of that one afternoon.

If the lyric feels naive in today's more sophisticated world, I apologise.

...I just felt like sharing this one today.
.
.
If you'd like to hear the sung version, simply click on the link below:

http://soundclick.com/share.cfm?id=8593019
.
.

Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing stage: 

Comments

Thank you for listening to this very first song that I wrote

Am pleased you enjoyed it...

Psyve

author comment

As true today as it was in 1976 and will be forever and a day, Psyve.

This is my all-time favourite of yours, I think.

Wishing you infinite pages in which to dwell,
Anna

Thank you for reading, listening and stopping by to comment.

Pleased that you liked this one so much...

... interestingly enough though, your words of praise for this poem might also imply that my writing abilities have gone downhill subsequently, after this first write!!

lol ... :-)

Psyve

author comment

...or you can see it as everyone of your subsequent works is a bejeweled facet of this one...

~A

:-)

Psyve

author comment
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.