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 Sep 2014 Reece AJ Chambers
Molly
Ill
My bipolar friend
pukes up her lungs at the bus stop,
my best friends are in love
and we are all sick.

Dogs in the city, sat on pavements
in buckets and floods.
Strangers chuck change at us.
We are all sick.

We are all sick,
sick like old flowers
wilted and crispy. Full of the joys
of a life, half lived in a vase.

Everyday we are dying
for other people.
Holding back hair and flagging down policemen.
We are all sick and tired,
all wasted and dying.
Sick
Sick
Sick
Sick
Silence surrounds                                                        ­    The sun still shines
but loneliness cannot exist                                               on this perfect day
Not in a place                                                            ­            except, too often,
where time never quits.                                                       no children play.
It's unfortunate                                                      ­                 The empty park
that bit by decaying bit                                                    beyond these walls
our generations keep                                                             cries in memory
losing grip.                                                            ­             of laughs and falls.
It's a terrifying thought that                                                             ­ But wait,
when asked "what time is it?"                      does hope approach at dawn?
it'll seem foreign and insane                               He pauses to finish a text..
to glance at my wrist.                                                    And then he is gone.
The goal of the assignment was to write two sections about two different things and tie them together creatively in the title.
sensually wrapped in thin skin
barely enough to hold anything in
she gave you all she had
and you wonder why she's left mad
when you couldn't appreciate anything more
than the curves of her body and the way she tore
her clothes off for you,
and you have no clue
the world wasn't made with you at the center
and you can't hold her down until you find better
to suit your tastes and wants and desire
and now she's on fire, fire, fire
her trust is gone
 Sep 2014 Reece AJ Chambers
Molly
Kiss me hard in the car
again, please, just another quick ****
and that's it. I miss you
do you miss me too?
"Kinda."
And that kinda killed me,
in the college canteen crying
to your ****** favourite song on replay
trying not to be seen.
I wish it was ****** coffee too,
it would have been more romantic—
but the freshly ground beans
make for a stupid white girl
and a stupid scene.
And your song isn't even deep
or something worth crying to.

I wanna I wanna I wanna touch you
(you wanna touch me too?)
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