Pulled Muscle Syndrome

[Montreal]

this was written by me and z...

when you leave me,
i feel a tugging, throbbing ache
inside my ribcage
like a pulled muscle
so i lie in bed
wait for it to pass,
connect the dots behind my lids.
heavy like a millstone around my neck
and rocks inside my pockets,
filled to the brim,
spilled over.

infused into my influence are a thousand different roads
between you and i there are some......spaces
one between your face and mine
one between my shoes and yours
a tagged nothing lies as a beast beneath our hair
and i lie asleep on the hopeless floor

i tripped over the chord as i walked in
and your heart pulled out and beating
lie on the floor in dust
i was the one who ran, but realize it today
and in reading this i suppose its ok

like lessons in darfur
a darjeeling effect
the box car deafening and without a place
run through our minds and finds a stopping point
so untrue to the faced coin

you're pointing out constellations
holding my fingertips towards the sky
in a prayer,
much like idol worship
we're blind and in the dark
searching for that ivory cross
that will save us all
and we'll rise up from ashes
like phoenixes
or firedancers
yet tiptoe quietly around mom and dad
shh,
they're sleeping
yet our feet make the floorboards creak.

z&m

[frank]

I think this is one of those works that a writer uses to express some profund and sublime meanings, but meanings which may not be really be shared with the rest of the world.

Which is fine, it really is. Stopping to look at poetry or prose or any art form, the artist is the only one that has the true vision and each work is done for him/her self. Even those works presented for "public consumption" are ultimately designed to bring either recognition or satisfaction to the artist.

I like what you've written. I like the emotional impact and the imagery. And allowing us to almost see through the veil, is a mark of a skillful writer. ^_~

[Jericho]

Well

I just really loved this. Kind of hard to elaborate sometimes(most of the time). You know how it is.