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.

Ministry of Lust

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At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Pebbles mixed with Grains of Salt
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Shamed as New Underwear; soiled

At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
No Humour laughed as Passion swooned
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Pride stood and fell; fooled

At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Envied Tounge bit the Dust
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Silent Hills in darkness; filled

At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Death was present; all around
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
The Feedback too Strong; Down Down Down

At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Fish swam the Oceans; wordlessly
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Taxes rose as Pebbles watched; dreaming

At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
Passion stumbled on Fish; leggings
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
Death lurking in Hills; barren

At the Ministry of Bad Decisions
No Humour met Taxes; heartly agreeing
A Hope echoed through Barren Landscapes
as he reached the summit; empowered and
humming

humming a song

of trust

of hope

of lust

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Bow of Hope

My purpose here is to write bad poetry, for you to get inspired and write better, so that in the end I get to read about our darkest hours wrapped up in dreams with a bow of hope

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Note to self

It doesn’t matter how much you try and avoid the news to keep the suspense up when the first thing you do is to watch the post-race show. The pre-race show is the better option…

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randomlyjay:

circle-no-10:

The universe just deleted an hour of my day. Why do I never get a say in matters of time and space. The world would be a better place if time stood still and the earth was a pancake with raspberry jam.

The universe tried to do that to me, but I said nope!ย 

I tried a “nope!” but nothing happened…………… ๐Ÿ™ and! I was really fond of that hour, we had plans!!!

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The universe just deleted an hour of my day. Why do I never get a say in matters of time and space. The world would be a better place if time stood still and the earth was a pancake with raspberry jam.

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unbecoming

unbecoming / the thoughts are mingling / I paint a pretty picture / they dance around the Christmas tree / yesterday and tomorrow / a waltz of two / the now standing guard / interference unavoidable / as the bucket spills over

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circle-no-10:

the punishment

the punishment was living the rest of his life as a mortal / to drink cheap wine / eat fatty food with no greens / to seek love / only to find / empty beds

Okay… after re-reading this it does sound like a prompt. Feel free to write a novel ๐Ÿ˜‰

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the punishment

the punishment was living the rest of his life as a mortal / to drink cheap wine / eat fatty food with no greens / to seek love / only to find / empty beds

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