Hopeless

Every now and then I get a "Scrivener Blooms, all your poems are depressing and stupid. Stop being depressing and stupid, write something happy." Which you know, is not all that helpful. Have you ever looked at my emblem? It's not just a rose and a quill, it's a black rose blossom and a raven feather. That should tell you something right there. Furthermore, just because something seems sad and desperate and horrible... just because something is full of pain and strife and awfulness... doesn't mean it is. Sometimes, you have to look deeper. Sometimes you have to look past the outer layer, and gaze into what it's taught you. Life is a harsh mistress - almost as harsh as Luna - but that doesn't mean that you can't take anything away from it. Everything sucks, everything hurts. But you can learn from it. You can use it. No, I can't tell you magically how. But maybe this will offer a little advice and insight.


Hopeless
Scrivener Blooms

Oh, radiant joy, bright and happy:
Sallow sunny day in the unending blue sky.
I have lived for all my life in a world of
 tranquility peace and joy.

All my life has been good,
Flower blossoms and sweet petals,
Taste of springwater in the happy days,
Touch of friend and family, always.

Never have I had to fight,
I know not if I strong or weak, for
Never have I had to test my mettle:
There has never been a test to rise to.

Always, I have smiled, grinned, laughed:
Never has a grimace crossed these features,
Nor tears slid down my cheeks that were not of joy:
What a life I have lived, always this, always this!

I have always been happy, now and forever,
I shall always be happy, now and forever,
I shall never be unhappy, now and forever,
I shall know only happiness, now and forever.

I pity the miserable, the pained, the sore:
They will never know happiness as I do,
And they will never live, day after day in good:
Sad and stray things, outside my bubble of peace.

Yes, I am happy, for now, forever,
And my happiness is all that matters, all I feel:
It is all I crave, and all I have ever known,
Like the air I breathe, familiar as my heartbeat.

This is my natural state. Serene, euphoric, needless.
I am never wanting. I never have to try, to push:
I have no need of strength, I have no need of skill.
I am happy.

Everyone else should be like me, always happy:
My blissful ignorance, where I need not worth,
Where I am unaware of sin and suffering,
Where I rest in my sanctuary, my bed of comfort.

I am happy, without need or compulsion:
With no reason to better myself,
Without empathy or sympathy:
Ad majorem Ego gloriam!