Thread: There's No Hope for Lisa (Language Warning)

Babies coo and flowers bloom
yet all I write is gloom and doom.
When the sun is shining I pray for rain,
on the fabric of life, I embrace each stain.

Whether right or wrong, is a matter of taste,
you see compost, I see waste.
Two sided coins make the world less bland
and I'm not willing to change who I am.

It's true I see things from the seamy side
and as for happy, I've tried and tried
but reality dictates what I write,
where there's only dark, I refuse to force light

Self denial is not my bag
I won't say princess if I see hag.
The world through my eyes isn't pretty
even draped in lace, it would still look shitty.

So love me, or hate me, I don't care which,
I'm not the one who made life a bitch.
I'll leave puppies and rainbows to joyous masses
but never, no never
will I don rose hued glasses.

There is plenty of hope for Lisa. Already I hear them stirring, happily in their grave. Edgar Allen Poe and my buddy Alfred Hitchcock, both Genius. (read my signature). I wanted to write about a forest this week and thought I might make it "pretty". I really tried. But all I could congure up were what dark mysteries that might lie behind the trees. I was drawn to something rich. Dark is what I know. I explore it in human nature. I explore it in myself. Who needs rose hued glasses when you have the strength to tap into the complicated tapestry of life. Life is not pastel. Pink and blue like a baby's buntting.

So love me, or hate me, I don't care which,
I'm not the one who made life a bitch.

Stay true to your experience or you will be a false writer, which will bring you nowhere near the Writer's Life.


What a powerful stanza!

Whether right or wrong, is a matter of taste,
you see compost, I see waste.
Two sided coins make the world less bland
and I'm not willing to change who I am.

Keep at it. You are plenty just the way you are. Laurie ~

Hey Lisa,

No one has a sweet life all through. What covers man's true self (the inner being) is his complexity. Man's ability to talk has been his greatest gift but the truth is not always heard. Why? People usually love a beautifully painted picture of a perfect life.

I can clearly relate with this piece, Lisa. And hey... You touched down on what some other people experience yet, are unable to say or write. The poem though sad is quite inspirational. You're a born winner.

There is a need for people who don't wear rose hued glasses in this world, Lisa. If every poem I read was about lollipops and sunshine, my eyes would bleed. You just keep being you and letting us see the world as you see it, not always pretty, often dark, but with that wonderful sense of humor to color it with.

I guess what I tried to say was, that in a writing-based manner, I know you have the skills and imagination to go beyond what is there and write about any topic. I believe you have been doing so in the poetry competitions as well.

I connect with you through your poetry, and I'm really saddened reading your stuff, because I feel we are close and I care for your well-being. So sorry if I made that into something harmful. I guess I just want to read happier stuff from you, as I know it is so personal.

Ooooh, the melody and tone are delightfully sarcastic. This speaks so true; it is not necessarily pessimism, but often honesty.

Dear Laurie, Of course there's hope, perhaps I'll awake in a field of daffodils, yeah right. If you were here, I'd kiss you for your reply. We both do dark, and from your own admission, like me, you try to do happy, but it just doesn't come. I doubt anyone told Poe or Stephen King to cheer up. I agree, it's best to write what we know, and while I know happy on occasion, it just doesn't translate into words, at least words that anyone would want to read. Love you for taking so much time with your reply.


Dear Fox, Danke, love, just don't tell my bookie I'm a born winner, he'll stop taking my bets. No life is ever easy, period. Most people prefer to read something upbeat that will pull them out of whatever ails them, so I know many find my work distressing. I prefer to dive right into dark, it's what I prefer to read and what I feel most comfortable writing. A personality flaw perhaps, but it works for me. I am very grateful for your kind support and am glad that you can see things from my side of the coin.


Dear Cindy, A million thanks for the encouragement, it means a great deal coming from you in particular. I am elated you mentioned the humor, the dark is a lot less foreboding when it's being poked to bits with sarcasm. I solemnly swear never to make your eyes bleed, unless of course I figure out a way to get the weapons often found in my pieces to somehow jump off of the screen. Then it's every woman for herself. Love ya, doll, you're a peach.


Dearest Martin, I feel terrible and hope I haven't upset you too much. I lost it a bit because I've been hearing that I need to change tack quite frequently lately. Even my kids are on my back because "You never write anything happy, you're morbid." I did not take the time to really explore what you meant, and for that I apologize profusely, I reacted without thought. I do consider you a dear friend and hope I haven't destroyed that. Please know, love, that I am usually pretty content. Yes, I have my share of crap to deal with, as does everyone else, and while my pieces are dark, that darkness does not extend to my heart. Besides, if all the crap went away I'd be bored to tears because there would be nothing to fix. Please don't worry, I really am fine. The kindness of your concern has touched me deeply, my friend. Perhaps one day, I'll be able to translate light unto a page, until then it's either darkness or not writing, I think you know which I choose.

Dear Moonxw, I love you, too! You hit the nail on the head, honest sarcasm, best salve for the soul I've encountered. I can't thank you enough for sharing your thoughts on this one.

All my best (yes, there's still some good in here) to all,
Lisa

Please continue during dark. I am a strong believer that we should write in connection with our emotions and as long as I know that behind the words you are alright, that's a stone off my chest.
Just a final word on the matter; I don't feel you write to publish. You write to channel your world. If that is right, then don't forget, that when we write we're not merely channeling, we're also creating. That might be partly where the frustration of your children comes from.

Anyway, between dark and light there are many nuances. Ex. like Cindy, the sarcasm in your pieces surely sparks some colours for me as well, and you've had me quite a few times before.

All the best to you,
Martin

I apologize for the delay in my reply, my dear Martin, but I've had a crap load of stuff going on. You're right, being published is not my objective but I wouldn't be adverse to such a lovely bonus. I write, because if I don't, those nasty little lines gnaw at my brain until I can acknowledge nothing else. If I didn't liberate the buggers they'd devour my mind. Half the time I channel, the other half I create my nasty little stories. I understand what you mean about my kids, but they don't yet understand that what I create does not reflect my innards. Fiction is exactly that, at least in my case. I'm glad the sarcasm works for you, I've constantly engaged in it since I was very young. Nothing like a five year old with a rapier tongue, and while it's gotten me into trouble more times than I care to admit, it's not something I will ever abandon. So with your blessing, I will continue to do dark, perhaps in time I will mellow with age and do light with the same gusto. Versatility never killed anyone. God bless you, my dear friend.

All my best, now and always,
Lisa