the mascot for melancholy
is despairingly perfect
her ceramic face will shatter
if her ruby slipper lips
turn up their corners
her icy eyes
shine only with misery
all laughter is banished from her presence,
the sound of it makes her cringe,
makes her cry out,
claw at her ears,
a bitter reminder of what she cannot be
her forgotten corridor is always cold,
the walls move in waves of spiders,
many naive boys come to court her,
but they cannot understand,
they are only silly little boys,
parading as the boldest men
when she is alone,
the tears wash
black and white down her face
she's the most beautiful thing,
so haunting, so cold
forces beyong her control,
would punish the creature,
it she failed to fill the role
she's the mascot for melancholy,
the most beautiful thing the world has known,
and she is all alone
Author notes
I also wrote this last night (along with all the other poems I've added today)...I came up with the title first. I was sort of thinking of a mistress of sadness...yeah...and the mascot for melancholy is not supposed to represent me. Perhaps I should change it to mistress of melancholy. Alll welll.
So how was it?
Comments
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You write like this is personal
but I see from your author notes it's not.
This piece is very expressive.
I especially liked this stanza:
"all laughter is banished from her presence,
the sound of it makes her cringe,
makes her cry out,
claw at her ears,
a bitter reminder of what she cannot be"
Great write.
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this is beautiful <3
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Thanks!
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