Original Poems.

Welcome to my Queendom! What’s a Queendom without a bit of fun?
On this page, you’ll find a few of my original poems. They may not be your typical Disney fairytales, so don’t be surprised if the endings aren’t always happily ever after. Enjoy exploring!

          The Barefoot Child.

Allow me to introduce, the Barefoot Child.

If You Forget Me.

If you forget me,

I guess I'll be alright.

Because I only remember you sometimes.

All that's left of you is a blur.

So, I will be fine for sure.

If that little blurry memory is gone,

will you be okay moving on?

Without me, for you to hold on.

-Queen Crowndy-

Sour.

              
Pour, pour, pour some more,
Until my cup overflows.
I know you were bad for me.
But I liked feeling tipsy.
Obsessed.
You were my bad habit.
So many times, I tried to stop thinking about you.
No rehab can help my memories refrain from trespassing.
Fine! I will pay the fines;
However, you are still fine enough
For me to label this toxicity "love".
Destructive yet addictive.
Sour, bitter, heartbreak, and tears.
Yet, this heart still goes beep beep beep
When you are near
Pour, pour, pour some more.
Lemonade or cesaree
I'll enjoy every single sip,
Even though I know,
This cup was meant for better beverages.
Where did my innocent feet take a wrong turn?
I cannot help but wonder,
But still, as soon as I see you I wander.
Between you and I
There's a magnet.
Chemistry? Perhaps.
Illusion.
Ill drink lemonade or tequila to celebrate what I can change.
For those, I can't
Hello server, I think i need something stronger.
Nothing sweet.
Sour.

I Am No Angel.

Sorry for giving a too well first impression.

Perhaps If I did not,

You would not have of me this much expectation.

You would love me whole,

Qualities and all my flaws.

But,

When you first said you love me.

I ask myself why!

I did not ask you,

Because I was battling with myself to believe I deserve the best.

So,

Although, I was suffered, broken beyond repair.

I put on my good girl skirt,

Because "good girls" is all they taught me to be.

Only if I knew how to be myself,

I would not be here justifying that I am no angel.

I could have been honest!

But listen,

I was too scared to take off the mask, then end up alone.

I should have been confident but, how could I,

When I tried to love you before I even knew how to love myself?

Love me more than I hope you loved me.

More than I love you,

Love me flaws and all.

So,

Sorry for expecting too much,

Because before asking you to love me whole,

I must learn how to do it myself.

Perhaps then, I will be worthy of being love,

Flaws and all.

-QC Poetry-

Modern Temptation

Eve walked into the garden to clear her mind.

Adam, obsessed by his power, paid her no mind.

Her, So lonely and vulnerable,

Him, finding her ignorance adorable.

How much would a man thank his God

for creating him, possession of a lifetime?

Adam sat peacefully on his armchair.

He was admiring every other species, while his, still not there.

He drank his chamomile tea then headed to bed.

Meanwhile, Eve was laughing at every joke with Lucifer.

It was not her intention to cheat,

But this was the first time she could be carefree.

How could a woman resist a man,

Who made her feel more than just a woman?

Adam snored and dreamed.

He could not believe his eyes,

When his woman opened her mouth.

Bloody devil! Adam yelled.

But too late, Lucifer went back to hell.

How dare a woman be disobedient

To the man, who is the reason for her existence?

Adam knew he had a choice,

He could let God banished her,

But he was jealous, knowing once in hell,

Eve would fall in love with Lucifer.

So, he consciously bit the fruit,

Thought his God would be forgiving,

The little both did not know,

this modern temptation would carry to their next generations.

Eve walked out of the garden,

While Adam was telling God,

It was not his fault, but the woman.

Playing the victim, but I wonder:

"How would she be seduced,

If he paid her attention".

Yet, we all blame Eve,

Since there, they label her the mother of Sins.

But do we even understand,

How does it feel to be created for a man?

       -Queen Crowndy-

What I Am Without A Poem

Lost, depressed, a walking corpse.

Lovemaking without lust.

Maybe just a body, just a breath.

A basic plot without a twist

Perhaps I am a hit song without a hook.

A honeymoon without the groom.

Why not a janitor who lost her broom.

Or a recorded song without a tune.

What I am without a poem,

If not, a bird who cannot sing.

Maybe an acrobat who cannot swing.

Perhaps I am a writer with a broken pen.

Or a body in tremendous pain.

What I am without a poem,

They call it incognito.

So, I pray that I never know.

Because I would not survive without verse and prose

                 Sak Pase?  

Nap boule!

-QC POETRY  

Sorry Not Sorry

I rip the bandage of the scars,

It is hurting like hell.

My blood boils in my veins.

As I slit the throat of my innocence.

So never again, I would put on these good girl pants.

Neither apologizes for what others choose to comprehend

Mask off, now face me,

I play no double-cross; nothing can phase me.

I might say sorry for my mistakes but not for how others phrase me.

Cannot be a sorry ass b**, that will not be in my legacy.

Within these lines, I stand strong and tall.

May the one who hasn't sinned throw the first rock.

Then stay on the clear, don't hide because I don't seek.

Many mouths will be running after hearing this piece.

I tried to hold up the façade, but it broke me into pieces.

I played the quiet girl card, the nice girl, empty the whole deck, but got bullied,

I said "forget it" even when I was right but still got stoned.

So why the fuck should I keep up if the white dress still got stained.

If I just said something that hurts someone somehow, I am sorry.

Fuck no, I am not sorry!

I am done apologizing for saying what I mean.

For doing what seems right

For reacting to provoking thoughts and actions

I left that nice girl aside a road trail.

Tired, weak, broken, lost within expectation,

Well, the sleeping beast is now awake!

Fuck all those to whom I apologized when I was not wrong.

Screw the trespassers, the eavesdroppers, privacy invaders!

Screw me, each time I held back the anger and faked a smile!

Screw those who advised me to say sorry just to leave it behind.

My problem is not saying sorry; it's saying sorry when no harm is done.

Or when I am not,

I am done apologizing for what people hear me say over the landline.

It sucks how I wasted apologies, while I never stood up to clear up anyhow,

Someone tried to paint me.

Well, dear self, I am sorry for being sorry for so many craps that did not deserve apologies.

-Life in Storms-

Stop wasting your tears!

Sunshine must follow the rain.

You'll be whole again.

-Queen Crowndy-

I should have known something was up,

when I was offered a chair at their table.

I tried hard to amuse them; and they laughed.

Since I thought I was funny,

I got comfortable.

While during the whole dinner ,

I was their joke!

-Queen Crowndy-

Move your fingers over my body.

Touch me in rhythm, 

whisper few words in my ears.

Take my clothes off,

slowly,

on any contemporary instrumental beat.

Talk to me in verse;

talk to me in prose.

Baby! Instead of fucking,

danm let us write poetry!

-Queen Crowndy-

How many bits of insanity drive us insane?

Is it a word, an action, or just one thing on repeat?

After how many cracks does our confidence break

Strike One, Strike One, perhaps an unknown one too

How many lies until we force ourselves to believe?

We're okay, or we'll be fine

How many eyes watching but do not see

Until we finally crash, until the day we snap

How many times do our insecurities find themselves in the spotlight?

Leave us shaking, suffocating with stage fright

-Queen Crowndy- 

Catch Me

If you ever see me falling, catch me

grab me by an ear, hold me without fear

I am not scared of being in love

I just do not want to fall in love.

If you realize I am falling, please catch me

do not wait until my pride hits the ground

or my poor scarred heart, become numb

drag me by my feet if I lose my reason.

I cannot witness my heart in million pieces

I do not want regrets to haunt my dream

so as soon you think I am falling, be ready to catch me

even if, at the time, I seem to forget that's what's best for me.

Don't let me fall in love; catch me

you promised me that you would

well, I think I am falling in love with you

Catch me still, even if I know you love me too.

-Queen Crowndy-

My Moonlight.

Our love is a landscape of beautiful greenery.

Where sparks light up day and night;

and doves dance their melody in a circle,

to the sound of the lute, guitar, and violin,

as I write poetry on your skin.

You redefine time each time I feel your body warmth.

At each touch, I travel miles into the galaxies.

Every kiss feels like ecstasy.

I am beyond addicted to your sweetness,

I think soon, I'll be overdosing.

My moonlight!

With you, my smile reflects like a diamond.

By your side, I feel more substantial than a giant.

For you, I crave love more profound than the ocean;

and my heart only steers toward your direction.

Our love is not a fairytale;

but its beauty surpasses the blossomed flowers.

It is not always made of glamour.

Deep down, there are scars, poison, spines

but I would not trade it for anything,

because, dear moonlight, you are my passion.

-QC