indigo WinDs

indigo WinDs 
by Jess Swinburne 


indigo WinDs
 RUn trailing fingers
 through my
 unTAMED silk
 mAne
scarleT fire
 dances in my sOUL
 leading waRmth
 to my deepthless
 cold
silver secrets
 Fill My Eyes
 with unCONTROLlable
 inconceivable, riVeting
 deLIGHT
violet earth 
 heals my Scars
 hidden dEEp
 inside, fAR from
 sight
golden LOVE
 wraps ME
 tight, as YOU
 unfailingly, hold ME
 TOGETHER
 protection, from THE
 harsh CUTS
 of the WORLD
© Jessica Swinburne 2011 

I Am For Me

I wrote a poem. It just happened. My heart swelled, my brain whirled, my eye-brow twitched. And voile, my entire being was suddenly completely focused on wanting to put words to paper [{ or screen, as I would have it }] and get it onto something more substantial than my thought patterns. What was originally meant as a picture dedication turned into a poem. Well, there you have my friends.

 

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Image © Jess Swinburne, 8^th February 2011

I Am For You
This is for everyone that I love, and that loves me.
This is for all my friends, past and present.
This is for those who have taught me something, or helped me become the person I am, and the person I will be.
This is for anyone who influenced my life positively.
This is for anyone and everyone who guided, nourished or cared for me.
This is for the people who knocked me down and then picked me back up.
This is for anyone who ever smiled at me, winked at me playfully, and cared enough to ask me how I was.
This is for those who helped me when I hurt or let me help them when they hurt.
This is for those who helped me with a problem, or held me while I cried, and let me do the same for them.
This is for all those who made me cry, and in a way, made me stronger too.
This is for everyone who guided me when I was lost or found me in the dark.
This is for anyone who danced with me in the rain and laughed with me in the sun.
This is for the people who inspire me to be a better person, or tried to push me a little further into the light.
This is for those who have shaped and molded me, and taught me how to be myself.
This is for the people who helped me through adversary and ‘loved me gently into being.’
This is for everyone who made me do something I didn’t want to and helped it to become one of my amazing life experiences.
This is for anyone who was a cliché with me, or helped me bash one.
This is for anyone who rocked my socks, and let me rock theirs.
This is for the people I laughed, cried and smiled with.
This is for the people who watched the stars, moons, and clouds with me.
This is for those who came out of the bad with a stronger heart and a better outlook on life, and helped me to do the same.
This is for those who caught me when I jumped and taught me how to fly.
This is for anyone who loved me enough to tell me when I was wrong, and helped me to do right.
This is for everyone who showed me the blessing in the bad, the good that can come from chaos and the sometimes necessary in the calamity of life.
This is for the people who supported me when I was about to fall, and helped me achieve success when I was on the brink of failure.
This is for my first love and my first crush and the person who taught me the real value of ‘firsts’.
This is for the people who deserve to be among the stars and the people who showed me to see my reflection in the clouds.
This is for all the angels in disguise hiding throughout my life, and for those to whom I have been an angel.
This is for the people who encouraged me to stretch and grow my gifts and talents.
This is for those who told me I’m beautiful and made me feel beautiful in my own skin.
This is for the people who hug me tight and spin me ‘round.
This is for anyone who stood at my back while I stared my fears in the face and let me hold their hand while they did the same.
This is for the people who let me sing at the top of my lungs, even though I can’t.
This is for the people who taught me how to love without condition and without restraint.
This is for the people who showed me the colour in the dark and the spectrum in the light.
And above all else, I am for you.
© Jess Swinburne, 9^th February 2011

Clouds…

I wrote a poem! For an online competition… Anyway here it is!

Clouds…
My eyes are closed.
I’m lying flat on my back.
My arms stretch out on either side of me, grasping tiny green stalks of grass.
The grass is cool against my arms and neck…
My eyes open, the sky looms over me,
And the clouds release their heavy burden onto the Earth.
Thick drops splatter the ground, who hungrily soaks it up;
It has been parched for far too long.
Torrents of water quickly drench my hair and clothes, but I do not move.
The Sun soon breaks through an opening in the flow of the clouds…
As it hits the rivers of water in the air,
It produces a kaleidoscope of colour
So beautiful, so ever changing,
It is incomparable.
Soon the clouds drift away to state the Earth’s thirst elsewhere,
And the Sun lays claim to the land…
I turn my face toward it, and it warms me,
Where the clouds found their way into my soul.

© 13^th January 2011 ~ Jess Swinburne

 

Poetry, please help :)

Hello hello

Since the two poems I have put have got quite a bit of attention, mostly good, I’m feeling good about my writing.
But I do have a thing. I can’t write poems without a subject, and it has to be given by someone else. So this is where you come in. I would like you to please comment on this post, suggesting a subject, along with one, or more, piece(s) of music, and if the inspiration flows, I shall write a poem and put it up. The person who suggested it can then judge  it and give me a mark [ like at school ] out of 100.
I’ll also dedicate it too that person, and if they have a blog they can post it there too if they want, with a copy-write.
Also please nothing vulgar, obscene, or rude. If something of this nature appears, I’ll simply delete the comment.

Thank you
BeautifulCh@os

The Hooded Figure

Silence.
The only sound my own racing heart, my ragged breath…
A single tear slips down my cheek,
Pain, fear and loss tugging at my broken heart…

Death.
I smell it on me and know my life will end all too quickly…
My scarlet life blood running in riverlets down my fingers,
Where an arrow had pierced my side only moments before…

Love.
The knowledge that the very men who were hunting me…
Had killed my family.
And were now hunting me for the information locked in my mind…

Sea.
I could hear the ocean so close…
My hope, to complete the mission entrusted to me.
To deliver the message to those who could end this…

Shout.
A single shout pieced the air…
Ending the silence and reveling my presence.
And fifteen men ran at me…

Ran.
Without any conscious thought, my body broke into a run…
Away from my hunters and toward my target.
Cloak flying and blood leaving a blazing trail behind me…

Hope.
I burst through trees and into cold dusk…
The sublime sun sinking below the horizon,
And giving me strength I never knew I had…

The Hooded Figure.
A monk in the temple shouted to a runner of the hooded figure…
Exiting the forest and pausing, the girl looked at the sun set,
It was a millisecond, but the monk believed it to be too much…

Success.
She sprinted onto the beach that lay between the lapping sea and the woods…
And more importantly,
The temple…
Breath.
The gate open and archers took down my fast approaching persuaders…
I run into the court yard of the temple grounds…
And feel to my knees, my last strength depleted to its very end…

Commotion.
I heard the people running around me, checking me…
Trying to call me back, wake me up,
They needed the information I had. Only me. Locked away inside…

Gone.
As people begged for me to wake up…
Sit up…
Talk, a voice told them to leave me…
Lifted my shoulders…
Put their lips to my ear…
And whispered that I was safe…
And blackness overtook me…

Back.
I felt the pain first…
But I knew I was still alive,
And safe…
It was a concept foreign to me,
“Awake I see. Leave us”
The voice was commanding and familiar…
Haunting…
“Gabriel!” I sat up all too fast and looked at the voice’s owner…
“Hello, my hooded friend.”

By… ME!

© September 2010 – J. Swinburne

I Am

I Am
by Jessica Swinburne

I am because I said so.
I can be anything I want to be.
If I want to be a rock star, or the captain of a pirate ship,
or even the ship itself.
I can be an equation, an emotion, an angle.
I could be the tree that sways with the never ending beat of the wind.
The wave crashing against the soft beach sand having been carried by the strong pulse of the ocean.
The pen writing, writing, writing…

I can be…
A book, bent yellow pages treasured by its reader.
A warrior princess respected by all her people.
A beautiful dragon that soars unhindered through the sky.
The tall yellow sunflower that basks in the late afternoon sky.

I can be…
The chalk that scribbles on the unoffending black board.
The printer that spits page after page after page out, usually nonsense,
then once in a while it is given something beautiful to produce.

The school chair abused until its breaking point.
The school desk leaned on, scratched into, slept over, and sat on.
But at the end of it all, after being presented all the never ending possibilities.
I’d rather just be me.

I am who I am.
And I am proud of that.

Copyright © Jessica Swinburne