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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Last Night I Slept With Chrystal / Her Core A Vivid Black / Last Night I Slept With Chrystal / An Attempt To Ground Myself / Last Night I Slept With Chrystal / This Day I Slept As Well / This Night I Will Abandon / The Grounding Of Myself / This Night I Will Abandon / The Use Of The Tourmaline

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in dreams I walk / in dreams I talk / in dreams I am no longer bound / bound to the promises made / the day before I became

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tomorrow I’ll make pancakes / whipped cream and strawberry jam / then sit around the table / with absent friends

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axiomatic

I could write about love / correction / I could try and write about love / drawing from a lifetime of “experiences” / the question is why / why would I write about something / something which is as far-fetched as winning millions on lottery / why feed the dream / when the outcome / is inevitable

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outside time and space

outside time and space / I exist not here / I exist not there / nowhere and everywhere / I close my eyes at sunrise / at dusk I come alive / in 2D space I roam / between pillars of ice / you will find my bones

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for tomorrow

wrapping up the dinner plates / a whiff of port and fruit cake lingers / echoes of laughter ringing still / in silence I retire / making my bedding solely / preparing for a slumber rich / tomorrow a new day coming / I need vivid dreams this night / to make up the new lies / for tomorrow

We are all gods

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jonaswpoetry:

One of the most beautiful realisations I’ve had

Is that there are worlds within us

That we can share through sights and sounds and ink

One of the most crippling observations I’ve had

Is that these worlds are so rarely seen

Because so few of us are able, and even fewer are willing

She was ever so haunted

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giraffevader:

Gravely shone her paling shadow,

          in silver whispers of death did her desire portray the beauty,

          the brevity of life,

                    and the briefest moments of love.

The perils of being human-

          born to live in this gloom,

and the shadows, the hidden echoes of pain

          that cry out to fulfill our doom.

In the haunting beauty of that invisible flame,

she cried,

          and on the shores of sweet delirium

          she lay, and softly died.

Resurrection

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katrinnac:

Blood rains from the dark sky
Racing down my windows
I’ve seen more shit than that
Bring it on, fuckers
Bring it on

I rose
And I rose
And I rose

Cockroaches surge from earth
Like a massive mudslide
I am more enduring
That’s all you’ve got, fuckers
Is that all

I rose
And I rose
And I rose

Tornadoes descend in mass
Ripping trees from the ground
I walk through with a yawn
I’m stronger than that
Bring it on, fuckers
Bring it on

I rose
And I rose
And I rose

Here is my secret
love was smeared in my face
innocence ripped from my gut
I’ve seen my soul dangle
Like a string behind me
And I rose
I rose
I rose
Like a kite on a string

@katrinnac

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