The Poetry Marathon

My name is Jade but you can just call me JWALK.
I’m 20 years old and a Jr in college. I’ve been writing for 10 years now. This is my second marathon and am extremely excited.
Hope to enjoy everyone’s poetry!

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Good Morning Chicago

The sun rises
And lights Lake Michigan

The Ferris Wheel
Rolls out of bed

The Skyline exhales
Looking down on
The Bean
Glimmering

The Mag Mile
Stretches
Herself out
Block after block

Buckingham spits

The Picasso blinks
His eye

Just so I can say

Good Morning Chicago

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I’m tired and by far completely
Drained of all the things that make me
But my pen
Bleeds and
Bleeds and
Bleeds

Until I can feel
Alive again

Lub Dub Lub Dub Lub Dub

Taking on the characteristics of a
Heart
Pounding life
Supplying the necessary oxygen everywhere

Lub Dub Lub Dub

But it’s just a pen
Bleeding
For me

Lub Dub

Giving life
When I can’t find a way

Lub——

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It’s times like these
You-know-when-your-friend-travels-across-town-to-come-get-you-at-3-in-the-morning

It’s times like these
You-know-when-your-right-hand-man-takes-over-when-you’re-out-for-2-weeks

It’s times like these
You-know-when-after-a-long-day-and-you’ve-been-fighting-a-lot-with-people-that-they-buy-shakes-and-cookie-dough

It’s times like these
You-know-when-you-push-them-away-that-they-move-closer-because-somethings-wrong

It’s times like these
You-know-when-they-give-up-their-weekends-to-work-and-then-sleep-on-the-floor

It’s times like these
You-know-the-ones

It’s times like these–These and more

Thanks for the memories

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If I ever feel better—
That is walking without jumping
I will clean the office for three weeks—no complaints

If I ever feel better
Meaning I cross again
I will buy you a shake

If I ever feel better
As in not feeling sick while looking at a duffel bag
I will pack you something nice

If I ever feel better
Maybe my parents won’t hear me scream from the other side of the City of Chicago

If I ever feel better
IF I ever feel better

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After the storm the poets fade

Complete silence
In the air of wanting the poets whisper
Musings in agony
Take whatever’s left

And bury it deep inside

For the next time
But fret not

Love with you do
Because words
Drive
And you’re along for the
Ride

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Angels
Fallen

Losing their wings

Sky losing color
Grey
Gloom

Sun
Waiting for a return

And yet
we smile?

Silent
You fancy me mad
Because I find
Words

Too precious to waste on small talk

Trapped in my mind
Words

Live to be written

They breathe
Walk around

Forming mountains
Commanding armies

Still you fancy me mad

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Inhale

Exhale

Breathe in

Breathe out

Repeat

Pounding smoke

Into my lungs

As if it’ll be the last thing

I do

And it burns
I love it
Repeat

Scented sweetly

Tastes of Mango

Something I’m not too sure
And It’s bitter

I love it

Repeat

It hurts

It burns

It leaves me light
I love it
And it love me

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A bird in a cage
Always wanting to

Fly
Can you keep it there
Without it biting off your

Hand

One day
you’ll blink
And the bird will soar
Away

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