Hope I make the most of my gifts.
I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago
Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.
Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning
for the top where I oughta be.
Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see
possibly change someone's life.
All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:49 am
So tomorrow I have another job interview. Another chance for something better in my life but another chance to highlight that things have stalled a little in my development. It’s not been a great start to the week in terms of my self-evaluation. Having said that, we launched a new issue of Bunbury Magazine and I am still doing my blog so thing could be worse. I have played, I think, a little too m...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 5:42 pm
Tags: National Poetry Writing Month,poetry,writing
It always makes me laugh when a person’s bio on their social media account says ‘All thoughts on this account are my own and are in no way demonstrative of those of <name of corporation they work for>. What they are essentially saying is ‘these are the things I really think, when I am being myself in real life but when I am in the office, I think what they pay me to think.’ Since when did we becom...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:59 am
Tags: creative writing,life writing,poems,poetry,writing for fun
So Sunday is the day on which I am dedicating to self-evaluation. As you may know, at the moment I am going through a bout of depression, which comes and goes and affects me to the point where I freeze at the thought of doing anything even remotely helpful. I am trying to combat this by forcing myself to do things that I see as ‘putting myself out there for the world.’ This blog and Poem A Day For...
Monday 19th January 2015 12:26 am
Tags: bunbury,creative writing,depression,flash fiction,life writing,magazine,poems,poetry,self-help,short story,Silly poems
When January wind its fist doth shake
And wooden fences tear from their places
When horses start, when cattle shelter take
To the hearth...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:15 pm
Tags: Liverpool Poets,Poetry,Subacchi,Welsh Poets
I’m a little drunk off lucky dip tokens at our local bar so today’s blog will be brief. I think some of you may appreciate that after yesterday’s anti-feminism post. Though that post garnered the highest reception since I started doing this so maybe I should lay into good causes more often. Oxfam, I’m coming for you next.
As far as weeks go, it’s not been a good one this week. My productivity h...
Sunday 18th January 2015 12:50 am
Tags: basketball,creative writing,flash fiction,life writing,poetry,Poets & Performance Poetry,short story,wheelchair,writing
I’m starting today with a controversial thought.
I do not agree with feminism. Now I’m fully aware that may put some of you against me right from the start of this but let me explain (and this is my own actual thoughts on the matter, as possibly ill-informed as they are.) I agree with the aims of feminism. To put women on the deserved same platform as men. To have an equal chance of getting gre...
Saturday 17th January 2015 12:39 am
Tags: bunbury magazine,feminism,matt taylor,poetry,writing
Friday 16th January 2015 1:49 pm
Tags: Dead Snakes magazine,poems,poetry,poetry magazine
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a dessert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
Wednesday 14th January 2015 8:59 pm
When you said goodbye
I realised deep inside
That this would be the final time
I ever saw your smile.
And God called your name
And you floated peacefully away.
This is permanant
A tattoo on the heart
A scar engraved in my skin
I think about you everyday
And everyday is a losing game
Until the next time,
I see you again
Monday 12th January 2015 3:12 pm
Tags: death,Love lost,poetry,sad poetry
Golden boy, your hair is perfectly curled, do you know that?
And golden boy I can’t see because your shine blinds me even in a room full of people
You’ll never see the sun in my eyes, like I do yours
Your blue eyes pierce into me like a fallen icicle in the middle of a snow storm
But at the same time my hands feel sweaty, like I am lost in the Sahara desert
Oh, golden boy, with hair...
Monday 12th January 2015 3:04 pm
Tags: love poem,love poetry,Lust,poetry
Thy pen; no mighty sword here preach
Where words, metallic, fall.
On blood-ink lines; stained city streets -
Oh time, thou horrors crawl.
Wrought freedom flits, it waxes, ebbs,
Whence censored bullets rain,
But fallow not among the dead
Doth liberty remain.
Copyright © Simon Austin 2015
Monday 12th January 2015 3:01 pm
Tags: Charlie Hebdo,Je Suis Charlie,Paris,Poem,Poetry,Terrorism
Sunday 11th January 2015 3:56 pm
Tags: competitions for teenagers,free poetry competitions,poems,poetry,poetry competitions for adults
Alcoholic with sick on his shoes,
Sat on a brown wooden bench
In the middle of town
With his old dog,
Lacking good vision
Waiting for a meal
A dropped pasty or pie
A sandwich, perhaps rye.
I, was never taught in school
To be such a man
It was always
You could become a lawyer,
You could become a teacher,
You could become a business man
Never, you could ...
Saturday 3rd January 2015 5:03 am
Tags: alcoholic,Everyday,Life,Poem,poetry,society alcohol
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