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Angela Lindvall

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posted by liquid @ 7:32 PM 2 Comments

Touch

I was walking with my hands in my jacket pockets; zipped up to the chin, tired, eyes sore, one step after the other, one step, one step more.
Blue grey trees are my only company, until I hear someone behind me.
I stop but don’t look back, hear the footsteps grow closer, feel the air grow clearer; the wind which was blowing against my face changes direction and becomes a breeze, coming from the one who steps ever so lightly.
‘Hello’, she says with a smile which I return. ‘It’s at the end of a long day that you learn, you learn…’ and she stops there, waiting for me to complete the sentence. “..you learn. One always learns” is the best I can come up with. I get a smile in return.
I just want to talk and so I do: “I don’t know you, and I don’t know if you’re willing to listen, but I’m tired; tired of what I’ve been doing. My friends are far away, I pushed away someone who was a part of me, who I loved..”
‘Stop.’, she said. ‘I know, and I know what you feel. A full moon, the color of the waves of a lake as they lap against the shore, a beautiful melody, the softness of a fresh rose petal, a drop of dew, the vast expanse of a desert colored by the setting sun; there is beauty all around you, and never forget, the beauty within.’
I close my eyes, and when I open them, she is still there, standing with me. A light breeze blows and the leaves of the blue grey trees rustle gently.

posted by liquid @ 1:14 PM 0 Comments

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She looked backwards over her shoulder.

Memories come back/creeping like a host of assasins in the dark/
one by one they assail her/but that’s all they are/memories

A flash of movement behind.

Clawing/cutting/they dug their nails into her/fetid breath/stale/moist/
dampness seeping through the walls/her back against moss and slime/

Keen sniffs sound in the dark.

Tongues rough and long/scraped her face/wet/foul/excited nibbles/
guttural commands pulled back the eager ones/she was to be kept to fester

Looking down, she sees the ground far below. The sun lies low over the plains that roll undulating from the base of the mountain. Fresh air. She had taken long to crawl and pick her way towards the source of sweeter air. Hours, days spent in the dark with only a faint smell to go on. She was out now. Finally.
They dare not creep closer, for even the soft warm tones of sunset hurt their eyes. Yet some cannot hold back. She was a rarity, delicious to their tongues, immensely sensual to their rough touch. They inched closer, but had to withdraw. The light. It hurt them more than anything could. She had no where to go. It was either them or the sharp drop that meant death. They would wait.

The warmth of the sun on a summer morning/the rush from a kiss/how her parched throat welcomed cool water when she was thirsty/the sense of power she felt at times/this was what she thought
as she stepped off the edge.

posted by liquid @ 1:11 PM 0 Comments

Things she left behind.

Cold.
I'm walkin down a wet street.
The sky's a dark grey-purple.
Gentle wisps of the cold wind flow past me,
touching my skin like soft hands of a transient being.
A fleeting smile, fading as she walks backwards and away from me..up the wet street,
and all I do is walk away too/ backwards / step by step / no hand raised in goodbye,
only a smile that she passed me by.

posted by liquid @ 9:27 AM 0 Comments

Transatlanticism

The warm light of an early evening softens the shadows
that were once dark and bold.
A cool breeze sweeps away the dust
from the path on which we stand.
The sky is one great pink petal balanced gently
on the warm orange of a sunset.
The leaves of the trees lining the path hush the world into silence,
leaving us to speak.
I see you, as I once saw you before: before Hurt came
and brought tears to cloud our eyes.
I part my lips to speak; lift my hand to touch your face.
But my fingers feel nothing, and my words are not heard,
for you are no longer with me,
and what I just saw, was but only a dream.

posted by liquid @ 9:57 PM 0 Comments

Nevadi

'Silence!', he cried, but there was none to hear him. The screams faded and left.
Alone and weary, he lay down on the hard ground. The land was arid, and it seemed nothing could survive there. Hot winds blew across the surface, blowing dust into his eyes and wounds. All the soldiers had vanished - as if swallowed by the sudden darkness that consumed the battle in the few brief seconds of it's exitence. He was dying.
The winds changed direction; grew cold, while clouds obscured the burning redness of the sun. It was all grey now. A pale white haired man, cloaked in the colour of midnight came up behind him and from the folds of his garment drew a vial of clear liquid.
He tried to lift his sword to strike the stranger walking towards him, but couldn't, and collapsed with the effort. The man crouched beside him and offered him the vial. "Drink this, it will quench your thirst and ease your pain." Without thinking twice he took the vial and drank the cool, sweet liquid. At first nothing happened, but then the pain from his wounds intensified. His insides felt like they were burning, and they were. It was all over in a few seconds. The vial fell from his grasp and lay on the ground. Some of the liquid spilt and where it seeped into the dry cracked ground, the earth looked saturated with blood.
The stranger stepped over the dead man's body and bent over the vial. He cut the man behind his ear, held the vial to the wound and let some blood seep into it. Then he put it back in the folds of his cloak and walked away, his eyes closed and a thin dry smile on his lips.
"Fools.", he thought.

posted by liquid @ 1:01 PM 0 Comments

Down the blood drenched lane..

of another week, mellow lights and subtle sounds playin, cool clear mornins followed by the stark skies burnt by the relentless sun. I wake up before my alarm rings, but I don't know what time it is cuz it's too dark to see the time on the clock, and I don't want to hurt my eyes with the light from my cell phone..so I lie back and drift between two worlds while I wait, n then wonder..'why?'
I've been drawn back to the days of years long past, with Enid Blyton afternoons and the scent of the earth after the first drops of rain, of rainy days dreaming about an exotic chinese meal while readin Hardy Boys on their quest to solve a mystery somewhere among the Inca ruins, drives on an almost empty highway..somehow rememberin Susan Sarandon n Geena Davis >>i think??<< driving to another state on a highway in 'Thelma and Louise' n wonderin how the concrete must be like in the United States of good roads, times spent at the Wu's when the PS1 was hep, times spent thinkin of walks down an avenue covered with the red and brown leaves of English trees sunlight streaking through the near bare branches.
And it feels good.

posted by liquid @ 12:08 PM 0 Comments

Love on the run...

A warm mellow red, a cool smooth blue, a plain pure white, a host of feelings: serenity; purity.
Synaesthesia personified, auras mysitfied, fleeting moments cherished; I'm holding on to seconds of a beautiful eternity.
Negativity's blinded, perception heightened. Anticipation awakens, patience and reveries soothe it back to sleep.
I could skydive from the moon into the sky of possibility, a smile on my face, singing a song of silence, beauty, truth and grace.
I'm calm; music plays; I close my eyes, lose myself in a purple haze....

posted by liquid @ 11:18 AM 0 Comments