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I have nothing to write today.
I sat down with a thought and a pen,
Flourishing with the idea
That few things are as definite
As death, taxes, and the loss of symmetry in freshly tweezed eyebrows.
But soon, the words ceased with a skid,
And the punchlines came flat.

Here I am,
Sitting before the brisk view of the red Arizona mountains
With the sun in my hair and the sky in my smile,
Still completely dumbfounded and void of inspiration.
Perhaps I'll type a soliloquy
On the philosophy of a cactus,
And on how the sweetest fruits
Always seem to grow on sharp, dry, government-protected plant-life.

Maybe a sketch will form in my brain
Of a sonnet on the juxtaposition
Between the hummingbird's hum
And the highway's roar.

The sidewalk burns of scorching summer,
And the heavy heat deflates a sigh that sings my frustrations.

There is no poem to be seen and no prose in the winds.
There is absolutely nothing to write today.
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On Broadway RoadThere's a naked woman on Broadway Road
Standing, hunched, over the curb
Lightheaded on the stench of gasoline
Baring it all from head to toe
In the spotlight of the city, amidst waves of noise
Her hands struggle to hide the pouch of left-over baby fat
Still clinging to her waist by the umbilical cord
The people gawk and stare her way
Their eyes crawl up and down her skin
and hug the hips, somewhere between curvy and big-boned,
spotting the blemishes, dimples of cellulite;
But no seems to see the tattoos of blood and ink
Stamped across her back like scars
Barely legible through the fog:
“Lost Child; Return to Owner”
Her eyes are brown and facing down
And wrinkles haves started to take hold of the face
That used to hold Aphrodite's envy.
The summer sun scalds the sidewalk she skulks on
And passerby tiptoe around the elephant in the avenue
Watching her wave a pen wildly through the air,
Invisible words that mean nothing to no one, speaking the truth
Behind her, the glitz and g
  Red Lips, Blue LipsCrimson lips of sultry nights
Lush and smooth and kissable
Seductress tools to tease and temper
Caressing, irresistible
Blue and purple lips, like death
Your eyes are closing off the day
Grim claws are closing on your throat
Until you feel life slip away
Pink and pretty lips, so young
Fresh and elastic with honeyed youth
Lips not afraid, yet, of this world
With no fear to speak the truth
Busted lips of hopeless nights
And screams of feeling weak and small
Terror of being hurt again
When he towers over you, so tall
Black lips painted with the times
A metal ring pierced on the lower
Misunderstood, not yet a woman
Make-up caking, until you're older
Smoking lips of green cigars
Sitting on the street all night
A lighter running out of gas
Asking strangers for a light
Bitten lips, excitement flowing
Trying hard to get a grip
But that gets impossible to do
When face to face with Crimson lips
  Death to the Poet"Death to the Oracles, Gypsies of Light
Who see through blindness of man and his infinite night
Through the lies of the Fates and their wriggling tales
And hear oncoming days through time's shrieks and wails
Death to the Sorcerers, Gypsies of Force
Who weave fire from breath and sing winds off their course
Who lift Earth from it's patterns and craft boisterous rain
And trap stars in their palms, and suck suns in their veins
Death to the Mothers, the Gypsies of Life
Child's Deus Ex Machina, the hunting man's wife
The bearer of Futures, the giver of Souls
Who find shadows of crisis and swallow them whole
Death to the monsters shrieking in the mind
Of the man with whom tragedy and God are entwined,
Manipulating old words to invigorate youth
Death to the Poet, The Gypsy of Truth"
  The Mud-Eyed GypsyI am the Mud-Eyed Gypsy Girl
and I have escaped the seduction of wolves
They snarled and gnawed at my ankles
I found the tuxedo-masked stranger
His eyes full of stars
Who I implored to save me
But alas
I saved myself
As the cosmos guided me into the lips
Of precariously patient Venus Flytraps
I spat in Destiny's eye
And climbed out of acidic lies
Raven wings streaming,dreaming behind me
Ugly and Black
The gutter and the witch's moon called to me
And the starry eyes behind the mask tempted
But I tamed him like I tamed my own darkness
The howling ghouls can't hurt me now.
My blood-black night is VICTORIOUS.
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Great. I love it! I am a freak for detail. Bravo, keep writing.
I love how you put feeling and real situations in it too.
It involves nature, deep heart life, Comparison to creatures, etc.
"And on how the sweetest fruits, Always seem to grow on sharp, dry, government-protected plant-life." I love that line.
Much use of great, long words that bring the excitement out of poetry.
Technique: Amazing! I gave you a 5 star because this is simply full of life, true facts, and great usage of deep emotion.
Best of luck on your future of writing. Thank you.
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stargirl2791 Featured By Owner May 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
i'm a sucker for deserts...
Wycca Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2014
I like the addition of the eyebrow bit to the old death and taxes cliche.
Emerald-Alexandria Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2014  Student Writer
My eyebrows are never right lol. And thanks. 
Wycca Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2014
Mine are only right when I get them done, so they inevitably mess themselves back up. Like death and taxes.
Gosaku Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
There's nothing to write today, but you write today. Contradictory, but a message in itself. There are always things to be said, even when there is nothing.
In the void between matter, there is matterlessness.
Emerald-Alexandria Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2014  Student Writer
thank you ^_^ 
Gosaku Featured By Owner Apr 7, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I feel like I should've explained what I meant a bit, so I will now.
I was trying to get to the idea that "matterlessness" has power, and that it can be something that can be drawn out upon, but it's still matterlessness. That's what you did.
You may know this contradiction already and I'm just saying these words for practically no reason, but that's okay with me. That seems kind of like matterlessness, actually. Man, I love ideas and their possibilties.
iamPoetry Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Glad to have found your work.
Emerald-Alexandria Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Student Writer
Glad you enjoy it ^_^ Thank you. 
AnimalHopes Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
So you wrote an idea about not having an idea. That kinda confused my brain.
But still a great piece of literature and I love the descriptions. :D
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