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.

azukilynn:

Close to just deleting my blog after all of these years. Trying to navigate Tumblr via browser is bullshit, but the app has gotten so bad itโ€™s unusable. FUCK THIS BULLSHIT. I AM SO ANGRY.

Come of @staff It is time you stepped up and owned this problem. Lots of upset people in this neighbourhood. Take action @brimurph

Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe Tomorrow will see my face / reflecting the rays of a sun emerging / maybe Tomorrow will see my feet / tread the path between trees of Eden / maybe Tomorrow will see my health / lacking now restored and invigourated / maybe Tomorrow will be the day / I reenter the world again

wistfulmuse:

@staff

I am so sick of your shit.

Why is it EVERY DAMN TIME that you update this WORTHLESS APP that you FUCK UP my writing even more?!

WHY?!?!

You certainly arenโ€™t trying to help me. So, you must have SOME FUCKING REASON TO BE DOING IT!!!

Whay canโ€™t you even leave my OLD POSTS alone, huh?!?!?

Are you so driven by greed and control that reformatting my GODDAMN WRITING makes some kind of gains for you???

HUH???

Jesus Christ, I hate this fucking site.

I think we can agree that there is room for improved in the Tumblr apps dev department. I’ve joined the android app beta program and will be reporting issues until they are all fixed.

teflon coated

I appear before you, not as myself but rather someone wrapped in layers; obfuscation if you like in the hope that I can present a more true reflection of that which is I. It is not my face you see, not my blue eyes and unshaven cheeks. You know not my name and to address me by mail you need handles, aliases cover all my closed entrances. Those are my tricks; in a trade of revealing myself to the public without the guilt sticking permanently.

I miss your hand / under the blanket / even as we drifted apart / our fingers touched / at night / I miss your hand / and our embrace / the touching / no longer / present

Smiling

There is beauty in death. As I watch you take the next step. As you leave me behind. I mourn as you rejoice in the sand untouched. All I ask from you, is to remember. Remember Me and times we had in the light. Smiling.

Tumblr is a strange beast…, I get notified when someone who has blocked me likes one of my posts…

1April2018

I will tell you / fibs / I will tell you / otherwise / I will / today / I lie / proudly

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