I Have Peace Tied Around My Ankle

“I have peace tied around my ankle

anchoring my limb to the earth

while my mind hovers above time

              --standstill--

as if watching from a better vantage

like motionless vultures in waiting,

but alas, the mind cannot escape

the struggle of absolute progression.”

   -EL

(for @jayandsilentblob)

I would put my writing in the submission box but I want to remain anon so I ll send it as an ask. Hope it's not a problem. 🙈

Of course it’s not a problem! I understand wanting to stay anon! =)

1975

What is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

Well for the 4th of July last year, a family friend invited us up to a little town called AngelFire (Look it up, it’s beautiful. It’s pretty much a ski resort town. It’s small and extremely outdoorsy, but quiet and quaint.) to shoot fireworks. This guy’s family pretty much runs the entire town, so they’re in charge of the town’s fireworks show.

You know the fireworks in your town or city that everyone goes to or parks near and watches. Yep, those. Not just the small tube fireworks that you buy at the pop-up tents in parking lots. No, the real deal, canon-like fireworks that you light with a four foot pole and that will rupture your ears if you’re not wearing earplugs.

Anyway, so we were in the middle of this huge grass field on the edge of a small cliff that overlooked a lake. There were a bunch of people helping out. You know the saying, ‘it takes a village to raise a child,’ well, it takes half that village to put on a firework show. There were probably 30 people actually dealing with the fireworks, and tons more just to tag alone. You had runners (the people going and grabbing the fireworks and setting them up) and you had the lighters (the people who lit the fireworks with that three to four foot pole with a flare on the end) and you had people managing the fireworks in the back of a trailer (handing out the right ones) and people that helped direct the whole thing.

I cannot describe how thrilling and magical it was. Once we started, the fireworks went on for about 45minutes to an hour. You light one and turn around and walk back, three steps later, you feel a puff of heat and a thump throughout your body. Once you feel that, you stop and look up at the black sky to see a massive firework right above you, knowing you just did that. Multiply that by about five to ten fireworks going off right above you and hearing everyone around you cheer and laugh. I don’t think I’ve laughed and smiled so much in my life. It was so surreal.

I became a pyromaniac that night. Haha just kidding. It was pretty disappointing that we didn’t get to do that this year though, but I’m crossing my fingers for next year.

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Thunder, eyes and old books converse and overalls

thunder: What’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

Probably kill someone. I don’t think I could live with that on my conscience.

eyes: Pick five people to go on an excursion with you. Who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

I don’t think I even have that many people to do anything with. Do they have to be people I actually know??

old books: What’s one thing you don’t want you parents to know?

I’m not even sure at this point. Maybe some of my hopes and dreams since they shoot everything down because it’s not “rational,” but no big deal.

converse: Would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

Technically, I already have (jerk. haha), but in real life? Maybe, I think it depends on how the conversation starts?

overalls: What would you do with one billion dollars?

The real question is what wouldn’t I do?! I think I’ve said this before, but I would immediately move and transfer to UCLA, buy a cute little loft, probably create my own publishing company, invest in a stock that splits, and probably save a good chunk of it.

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One, twenty-two and thirty-five.

1. What color do you talk in?

Hmm... I want to say green, but all the varying shades: pastel, neon, forest, etc.

22. What wouldn’t you do to help a friend?

Hmm.. that’s a hard one. I think it depends on how extreme the situation is. I don’t think I’d be willing to move to Mexico, change my name to Lola, and run the boarder--I don’t even look like a Lola!

35. How do you pronounce ‘crayon?’

The right way. Haha just how it’s spelled: cray-on.

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“Her body reflects an illicit art piece

as each limb roots her to the sanctioned sheets

that are as white as the pope’s robes.

Her back arches and forms the bridge

between her soul’s immortality and my

immorality. God passes between her lips

in a blasphemous cry that can only

be described as my new sacred doctrine.

Glistening beads not only rain down on her

temple, but they baptize my lurid sins

while fueling the lewdness of the night.

Others cannot and will never experience

the wrath that succumbs to serenity,

the burden of answered prayers,

or the heaven that is her.”

   -EL