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however

You talk far too much about sex, it can be ridiculous and crude. You are immature seeming, young looking. Your light on the world is a dim one, it’s sad. You think everything is hopeless, everything is invevitable. You hate people and the world…you hate yourself. However, I love you. However, I will always.

» Posted By Kortnee Tilson On 03.23.2011 @ 7:27 pm

optimism

She tries to find it hiding under her old battered stuffed animals, the chest of toys in the attic, the old heirlooms of her grandmother. It’s nowhere to be seen, but she some how doesn’t mind.

She wouldn’t stand a chance with those happy people.

» Posted By Kortnee Tilson On 12.20.2010 @ 11:55 am

affection

Pets and hugs, her head heavy in my lap, her arms round my middle, her cheek against my shoulder, her sighing, her breathing, her squuezes and softness, her eyes squinting upward.

Her rush of affection.

Friends…more.

» Posted By Kortnee Tilson On 11.26.2010 @ 8:16 pm

junkyard

Rotted, brown, crumpled, hurt.

Roses that you put away with the trash.

They’re there, under the rusted cans and rats.

They’re still full of his love.

» Posted By Kortnee Tilson On 11.14.2010 @ 12:33 pm

materials

Madonna’s voice rings in my ears and I watch her fifty-year old mus­cles lift and stretch and rip­ple her skin. She’s still pre­form­ing even thought the eight­ies have come and gone with only a glim­mer of hope that they will return. Like when you see girls wear­ing neon leg­warm­ers and flo­ral print.

She’s got­ten old, hasn’t she? Dear Lord, she’s ancient.

I think, we are liv­ing in a mate­r­ial world. I am a mate­r­ial girl. And then I shut off the TV, I walk to my bed, I sleep.

» Posted By Kortnee Tilson On 11.13.2010 @ 9:46 am

Madonna’s voice rings in my ears and I watch her fifty-year old muscles lift and stretch and ripple her ripped skin. She’s still preforming even thought the eighties have come and gone with only a glimmer of hope that they will return. Like when you see girls wearing neon legwarmers and floral print.

She’s gotten old, hasn’t she? Dear Lord, she’s ancient.

I think, we are living in a material world. I am a material girl. And then I shut off the TV, I walk to my bed, I sleep.

» Posted By kortnee tilson On 11.13.2010 @ 9:30 am

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