Queen n Ivy

Random Sh*t
April 19, 2013, 8:49 am
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I sometimes feel like no one understands me.
i watch out more for others than i do for myself
Like I’m just another lily pad floating down stream watching the world from afar. My mood swings drive insanity straight to my lungs poisoning my insides out. I care too much in the world. Funny thing is, only the rare ones will consider my feelings… for once. Those rare ones i keep close to my heart. I just hope they’ll never forget me because i will never forget them. I’m talking about the artists that have been with me since the start, dru b shinin, Wrex Washington, J Kush, A Roy, the street poet,  the ted, the producer, and the familia. And to those who i forgot, you are not forgotten i just didn’t want to make this list too long.

-Queen n ivy-


The Meaning of a Rose
March 19, 2013, 10:42 pm
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This is one of my first poems I wrote.

Life is nothing but a rose.

With a stem as great as Mt. Rushmore;

You may find thorns,

That can prick with just one touch.

You may think its beautiful,

Like nothing you’ve ever seen before

But never should you trust

The petals that stare deep into your eyes

The petals that one by one fall

As each day goes by-

The last petal falls–

Now kiss it goodbye.

What Now?
March 13, 2013, 11:33 pm
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Moisture conjures, a hand departures

Scrapping the excess off her imperfections.

What does a woman have to do to be happy?

Queen n Ivy

First Encounter
March 11, 2013, 9:40 pm
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Look in the mirror, Queen.

What do you see?

“Scrumptious goddess,” he whispers  gracefully into my ear.

Estrogen sensations, body in suffocation

And there he disappears; he was never there. Just my imagination.

Look in the mirror, Queen.

What do you see?

“Lonely, independence, strength…confusion…”

You know you need me, Queen. Embrace me, Queen.

“Who are you?”

You, Queen. 


Queen n Ivy

The missing Frame
January 28, 2013, 7:17 pm
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A missing Frame formulates the link between reality and fantasy

….It’s crazy how the world turns to ash huh…

Welcome to the World of stupidity and bullshit-ity.

Where clowns roam the streets, the hills, and the country.

Where sharks devour the innocent souls whose loved and lost.

The rest of us abandoned…stranded for dogs.

A never ending battle between fear and regret…

When will this end?

The missing Frame.

I’ll pretend its there when food’s astray.

I’ll pretend it’ll save me through the worst yet to come;

I’m only 22 you see.

I know, I know, some have it worst, But this is the reason I write, you see?

For feelings this deep there must be light, there must be some hope.

Some day I’ll learn to live without the missing Frame.

-Queen n Ivy-

What He Doesn’t Know
November 27, 2012, 4:49 pm
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I’ve succumbed to the man of many talents. If only he knew how i felt; pain. To not have my lips rub against his quickly drives me to insanity.

The drain runs.

The faucet rattles as though it were poisonous. To this there is no cure, but the sound of those quarter notes reaching down my thighs.

You’re the Master of Disguise.

The way he looks down directly to my soul, the way he crescents every movement we’re together; his eyes strike me the most.

For i too see his soul…
You’re the sound of music.

I need…
January 9, 2012, 7:47 pm
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I need a car.
I need a paying job.
I need this economy to get better. I need patience.
I need God.
I need health care.
I need people to stop being a**holes.
I need my life to get back together.
I need clothes.
I need groceries.
I need the world hunger to fade away.
I need people to not kill one another.
I need no war.
I need happiness.
I need people to notice good poetry.
I need strength and courage.
I need someone to protect my heart.
I need someone I can press my lips on; I need love.
I need men to act like men.
I need men to respect the good women; vice versa.
I need everyone to get along.
I need the streets Devil free.
I need my life to get back to reality, cuz this right here… is a catastrophe.
~Queen n Ivy~