Maps

Maps

A Poem by Saint No-One
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I wasn't going to post anything else tonight, but here goes.

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I've made enough fuckups along the way

To know the difference

Between a laugh line and a mistake.

 

Our hearts are engines left to rot,

Like rubbernecking highway backups

And I'm a chip on the world's hard shoulder,

 

As the sun burns away clouds,

Like love letters

And we give up the ghost of rain.

 

The only things I stare at more than you

Are my face and my knuckles

And only because they're more readily available.

 

When I look in the mirror,

I think about train crashes

Where the conductor sees it coming

But he just. can't. stop.

 

And how the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes

Remind me of the map I keep on my bedside.

 

I think that maybe, if I stared long enough,

I could read them like my palms

 

Or my mistakes, measured by marks on my fists,

Mass graves for shards of mirrors and walls

Who've seen far better days,

 

That if I were clairvoyant

I could map the stars

With the lines of my scars

And the pain in my heart,

 

That I would understand my gypsy blood

And why I'm always running away

 

And decide that I am more

Than the sum of my mistakes.


© 2013 Saint No-One



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Powerful piece, quite cryptic, you've gotten lost in your thoughts with this one and I like it :) Great ending.

Posted 2 Years Ago


"And decide that I am more/ than the sum of my mistakes." This is something that I think everyone should do because it is so important to accept yourself.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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Saint No-One
Saint No-One

Madera, CA



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I am an artist, but my mind doesn't work the way I want it to. One day I'll be, washing myself with handsoap in a public bathroom, thinking how did I get here? Where the hell am I? more..

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