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queencocoakimmie · 3 years

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“Exist” . In love with the idea of you. With the taste of your kiss. In love with the idea of you. With the taste of your kiss. In love with the thought of you. With the touch of your hands. In love with the dream of you. The one who’d shape my bliss. In love with the version of you. That I know, does not exist. In love with the version of you. That I know, does not exist. ~kvp . #poetry #poet #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetsloft #poetryporn #poets_community #instapoet #igpoets #communityofpoetry #poetsociety #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsglobe #poetstribe #wordswithqueens #igpoetry #poetsdaily #poetryofinsta #poetrypunch #spilledink #poetryisnotdead #womenwhowritepoetry (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CK9yZIRFJD4/?igshid=c34jl9mjobq6

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queencocoakimmie · 3 years

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Daily prompt - create Micro Erotica stories *** todays word *** 480 - Smile #Erotica280 It’s just you and I. Here under the moon. Your hands trailing Down my thigh. My hand curled in your hair. Out of breath, Panting. You stop and look at me. You brush a tendril of hair Away from my face, and smile. And that’s when I knew. . Kim V. Poetry . #globalagepoetry #poetryoftheday #poetry #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetsloft #poets_community #communityofpoetry #poetsociety #bleedingsoulbuds #poetrycommunity #newcopoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetssociety #instapoem #packpoetry #poetsdaily #evepoetrygroup #poetryofinsta #bymepoetry #elitepoetry #thepoetsanonymous (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKEKS5Elnh8/?igshid=1vugegwxfl5xp

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queencocoakimmie · 3 years

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*updated* “You” . Give me the real you, The one no one Else knows. The one you hide From the world. Give me the real you, The one behind the Mask. The voice behind the Curtain. The one who shies from The spotlight. Give me you. The real you. All of you. . Kim V. Poetry . #poetsandwriters #poetryoftheday #poetry #poet #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #writtenword #bymepoetryamerica #poetsloft #poetryporn #instapoet #igpoets #communityofpoetry #poetsociety #bymepoetry #poetrycommunity #newcopoetry #poetryofinstagram #poetssociety @writers_around #instapoem #igpoetry #poetsdaily #poetrytribe #poetryofinsta #elitepoetry #madewords #silverleafpoetry #evepoetrygroup (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKZ_H5EFFWG/?igshid=93luytr6izso

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queencocoakimmie · 3 years

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Today's Prompt: "Murder" #rdw . "The Murder of a Broken Heart" . Empty words. Words repeated To so many others. Not unique to me. Though I believed They were. The on and off. The I love you I don't. The fantastical nights. The lonely ones. Tears shed Over your indifference. The murder of A broken heart. You hurt me. . Kim V. Poetry . #poetryoftheday #poetry #poet #poetssociety #poetsofinstagram #poems #poetsloft #poetryporn #poets_community #instapoet #igpoets #communityofpoetry #poetsociety #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsglobe #poetstribe #mad_and_mental #igpoetry #poetsdaily #evepoetrygroup #poetryofinsta #poetrypunch #spilledink #poetryisnotdead (at The Moon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKXUzFklwGQ/?igshid=7g2kk2uluuyj

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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“Me” .

Uncomfortable in my own skin. Anxiety floods my system. There are days when I’m afraid of my own shadow. Scared of the future. Nervous about tomorrow. There are also days when I feel powerful. When I feel like a lioness. When I don’t allow my mind to overpower me. When I don’t let it lie to me. Those are the days when I’m at my best. But what about the other days? When I’m afraid and small. I’m ashamed and distressed. Those are the days when I tell myself that I’m not good enough. Not talented enough. I know, in my heart, those words aren’t true. But damn it’s overwhelming. Maybe I just need to rest. Rest my mind and my heart. Give myself time to breathe. I suppose it’s not that simple. If it was everyone would be sane. Everyone would be the same. My crazy makes me different. It makes me weird and awkward. It makes me laugh and sob. It makes me… Me. . Kim V. Poetry . https://www.instagram.com/p/ByFsktOF1bt/?igshid=xtyt159n8gdm

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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“I Am” . Moonlit face. Flushed cheeks. The taste of honey on your tongue. The way you bite your bottom lip. Thick fringe of dark eyelashes. Curious blue eyes. The way your dark hair illuminates in the light. Hushed tones. Low voices. The way you speak. You are Art. A Masterpiece. My Muse. The one who inspires my words. Because you ignite me. A slow burn brought to full flame. My Muse. The one my dreams frame themselves around. The one my words flow onto paper for. Without you, I AM without. With you, I AM. . Kim V. Poetry .https://www.instagram.com/p/ByDRIFTATvD/?igshid=t5decgp6xcr9

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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“Save Me” .

She had waited for this moment for so long. He had been away for 6 months and today he was coming home. The excitement in his voice when she spoke to him the night before was contagious. Oh how she’d missed him. His laugh and devilish smirk, his kiss. She woke up early that morning. Rushing through her coffee and toast, hastily feeding her cat, far too anxious for anything else. She wanted to be the first face he saw when he stepped off of the train. When she got there, she kept checking her watch, it was the one he gave her for her birthday. On the back of the it, the words inscribed, “My Savior”. She smiled at the memory, him telling her how she had dragged him out of the depths, telling her that his life was forever hers. She heard a rumble in the distance and turned to see it coming in fast. His train was not slowing down. It was not stopping. Panic started to rise in her belly. The people around her started shouting, calling for help. It’s not stopping. It flew through the station and she began to run alongside it, hoping for a glimpse of his face. She saw him, before she ran out of platform. His face contorted with horror and anguish. Time slowed in that instance. She focused on his lips, moving in a way that only she would see. His mouth formed two words and dread instantly flooded her body. Everyone else ran around, yelling and screaming. The sounds of their cries ringing in her ears. But his wordless plea struck her. She walked passed the strangers on the platform, away from the runway train. She knew what she had to do. She was going to have to become the person she used to be. But she would do it, for him. Only for him. But what did he say to her? What was his plea to her that would change her back to her former self? The two words that began their love affair.Two words that meant she would burn the world down for him. The only two words that mattered. “Save me.” .

Kim V. Poetry . https://www.instagram.com/p/BzQdlatl2_0/?igshid=scilom637s7

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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“Manic” . When I’m manic, I feel like I’m at my most honest. My most creative self. My feelings are raw. My mind is open. With a thousand different images floating around. Too hard to pin down. They whiz through my brain, Like errant wispy clouds. Disappearing and reappearing just as quickly. It’s not always this way. It’s a drain on my heart. It’s a drain on my soul. It’s beautiful and horrifying. Leaving me utterly exhausted. But for one small fleeting moment in time, I’m free. . Kim V. Poetry . https://www.instagram.com/p/ByIlAIYFviw/?igshid=j6yqkr93y6u8

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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“Worship” . I love you without space for anything else. Your air mixed with mine, is the only way I can breathe. Your love is intense and suffocating. Overtaking and overwhelming. Your love is an addiction I have no hope to kick. Do you see what you do to me? My heart is full and my mind is free. That’s it. Your love is freedom. Freedom of myself. To love like I’ve never loved before. Obsess over the sparkle in your eye. Or your mischievous smile. Have you ever felt this way before? This visceral reaction I felt the first time I saw you Was, in truth, staggering. It’s impossible to not love you. Your striking blue eyes In contrast with your dark hair, You were created in the image of the gods, no doubt. And I will worship you. . Kim V. Poetry . https://www.instagram.com/p/ByTttETFquO/?igshid=1a7w2twe4bp6a

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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“Rainy Night” a short story. . She saw him from across the bar. Too nervous to say hello, she planted herself on the stool, satisfied in observing him this way. In truth, she had always noticed him. How she longed for him. How she dreamed of his kiss. . He slapped some money on the counter and gave the bartender his order. He looked over to her and smiled a perfectly crooked smile. His eyes twinkled with mischief. Just as she was about to speak, someone called his name. Nodding back at his friend, he winked at her, threatening to linger a few minutes more before grabbing the drinks and disappearing back into the crowd. . Disappointed in herself, she hastily made her way through the crowd, the air around her suddenly becoming stifling. .

Outside as she walked to the awaiting taxi, she heard footsteps splashing hurriedly behind her. It was him. .

Now the rain began to pelt down on them, but it was as though the two of them were suspended in time. .

His blue eyes blazed in the moonlight. His dark curls unfurling under the weight of the heavy rain. A coy smile playing at the corners of his lips. He reached out his hand to her and she took it, without question, without hesitation. .

Kim V. Poetry . https://www.instagram.com/p/ByeE5OwFbP0/?igshid=1thbpf90crc6n

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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“Lovely” . Her hand starts to slip from his grasp. He turns his head and their eyes lock on to each other. “Don’t let go,” he says with a smile on his lips but a tinge of fear playing at his eyes. She smiles reassuringly at him, “Never.” .

But the crowd is getting reckless. People are shoving each other and jostling them. She tries to tighten her grip, but someone is pulling her away from him. She screams his name but he can’t hear her, there’s just too many. . Now, they’ve been overtaken and their hands are ripped apart. She yells for him and he for her, but it’s not enough, it’s too late. He’s disappeared into the crowd without a trace, she panics until she hears his voice whisper in her ear, “Find me, Lovely.” The crowd disperses and she’s all alone in the courtyard. Everyone is gone. He is gone. . She wakes from her dream with sweat dotting her forehead. Gasping for air, she clutches her chest, “It was just a dream. “ She reaches over to the empty space next to her on the bed, a single tear falls from her eye. “I’ll find you again my love, even if it takes an eternity. “ . Kim V. Poetry . https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx0XkWjgnTC/?igshid=hxwrnxsr78mp

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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She is the light that illuminates my path.

She is a whisper in the forest, that only I can hear.

She is a Goddess and I worship at her feet. . ✍🏽Kim V. Poetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BsMkFGfB9EG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=5bo8o6hturh5

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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I loved you before I ever really knew you.

Met you in passing, and felt the electricity.

You, like a magnetic field, I was drawn to you.

Now, I can’t imagine not having you in my life.

I loved you before I ever really knew you. . ✍🏽Kim V. Poetry

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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Dusk…

It reminds me of you and I.

You are the light and I am the dark.

We’ve spent our whole lives on a path, steadily moving towards each other,

Until you become mine and I become yours.

A dance, we dance, forever. . ✍🏽Kim V. Poetry

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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The sting of the sun’s rays pouring through my window pane, woke me. I stretched my arm to touch you, but you weren’t there. .

I popped up quickly to see that you’re weren’t next to me. .

I clutched the pillow you’d be sleeping on, and the scent of your strawberry shampoo still lingered on it. .

Disappointment coiled in my chest. .

But, then I heard your voice, singing off-key down the hallway. You were still here. .

Last night, was, in fact, real. .

A fantasy come to life. .

✍🏽Kim V. Poetry .

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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I am taking my Queendom back. Been in the shadows too long. In the back of the line.

Too afraid of my own femininity and the power of these lips. I’m not scared anymore, of my sexuality and these hips. I’m free and you cannot stop me.

✍🏽Kim V. Poetry

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