Author name: Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.

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Green

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Left to their own demise / a garden
of pots / the weeds surpassing the 
remains of what was once; planted 
love / left to their own demise / a 
patio overgrown / through cracks 
new life sparkles / nature dying; far
from it / left to their own demise / the
gardener sits pondering / on weed 
that looks like rhubarb / & why so
much of nature is green

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A Life Effortlessly Lived

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I no longer struggle with depression.
In all honesty I have never had a
struggle with it. It is my natural state, 
and as such it comes effortlessly. 
The struggles have come when for
one reason or other I have been 
forced into another state by these
“non-depressives” that from time
to time crossed my path. Left to
my own devices I am sure I would
have been fine.

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To my God of Rise and Shine

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Almighty God of Rise and Shine, 
  why abandon me this day,

Thy 7am alarm never rung; to wake
  this soul to virtues old and new,

Thy coffee served is poor and lacking 
  both in revitalization and in power,

Thy shower head is clogging up
  not to mention the freezing aqua,

Almighty God of Rise and Shine
  disappointment lingers in
  my mind, as another day I 
  do start, one to be followed
  by another morrow, when 
  all is back to normal sorrow

  (please)

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a.c.i.d

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I have never tripped on acid 
    but I fell for you 
Your tongue as sharp as razors 
    but my bleeding’s not by you
I write about becoming more
    but I know not what to do
The seeping of the life’s force
    tripping might be the only cure

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The irony of being in control

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The irony of “being in control”,
your privacy policy; GDPR and
the like, are implemented 
through “cookies”. Cookies you
need to accept and store so 
they can be tracked. Somewhere
along the line the EU got this 
policy so, so wrong. Advertisers 
are laughing all the way to the 
bank, their pockets lined with 
our private data, and cookies 
crumbling

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terror

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What started as a gentle breeze

                                        {a thought}

one cloud free June morning,

ended up a raging storm that night

          {“You are not good enough”}

repeating over, and over 

                            {and over}

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how to get away with it

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■
*I LEAN OVER*
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“HOW?”, YOU WHISPER
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“POETIC LICENSE”, I REPLY, “ I
ALWAYS HIDE BEHIND MY POETIC
LICENSE”
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“NO DOUBT…, NO DOUBT”, YOU
WHISPER, YOUR EYES SET ALIGHT
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There’s a bit of truth in all my writing,

        mine or yours; you decide

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Auth•or

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Auth•or ::

    { I am } 

gradually accepting 

    { coming to terms with } 

a belief in words 

    { unspoken }

originating within 

    { divine pillars }

the self

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