Welcome back to my blog and another crap poem, this time trying to focus on how we win when life feels like one massive loss.
This was a 3am creation, and it’s filled with problems, but the message at the end is important. If you can bear it, try to get there!
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The Score
You know, right now, I need to score
Solutions are all hidden
But scoring might not fix my head
A goal ain’t always given
I could score crack, and melt away
The soreness in my head
In truth I know, it just won’t last
Tomorrow floods with dread
Maybe football? Perfect game,
Where scoring needs a keeper.
But when I score, it drives my foe
Spectating seems much cheaper
I’d drive this blade into some wood
And score some art so perfect
But creativeness is not my skill
So trying don’t seem worth it
Maybe scoring needs a tally
Where I keep all the marks
An argument might be more fair
While balancing remarks
Or are these scores just two stacked tens?
All numbers that make twenty.
Could fixes come from anywhere
When numbers are so plenty?
Mozart – man of many scores
Composure that’s unmatched
With musics tender calming tones
Any problem could feel patched
Could I score a winning streak
Just happiness a prize?
I know it’s so unlikely when
Brains illness needs disguise.
Shagging my way to the top
Is scoring fixed by lust?
I’d like to love myself more first,
And inflate my sagging bust.
The score I need is simpler
Than goals or sex or drugs.
For once I’d love to have a win,
Success, self love, more hugs.
I do not need a score to cheat
and dissolve-away my pain.
I need to feel I haven’t failed,
Stop circling the drain.
At times we need to see the scores
And stride past all the losses
Stand tall and see the good in life
Tick ticks and cross the crosses
So now I’m writing this to you
To tell you what’s the score
The fact you’re here and reading this
Means you’ve opened a new door
When you end a shitty day
With no goals in your tally
Go back to reasons why you smiled
Don’t score, just drift off happy
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Thanks for reading 💜
Creative Steph 