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.

#justsayno

Your face – revealing my inner truth

The laughing clown

Bouncing

Tinder – Ember – Tears

Frightened Child, cry no more

Their final hour upon us

Our final say is

No

The Rebirth of Day

Salivating over succulent salsa

Circles made by toungeless pasta

Rings of honey dripping – dropping

Drooling

In dreams of you I await

Await the rebirth of

days of thunder

The honey dripping

Once again

Knobless At Night

Where are they ?

Where are they ??

Buried

Where are they buried ???

Buried and dead

Dead with knobs on

Their pale rotting flesh

Knobless haunting hours of

Solitude awaits

Where are they ?

They are here – NO NO NO

We are

Not them

We are Unburied / Undead / Knobsy

They are ember

We still burn – passion alight

They are Dead – We learn and burn

At night

Let her shiver

Put her on speaker please

“…”

Silence through a leaf – unspoken

intimidation

The sound of an air raid warning

Did you come?

The faking boring

Put her on speaker please

Let the woman scream

Then shiver

My Angel

My Angel
Your burning wings
Disowned

My Angel
Once a Chinese
Wh0re

My Angel
Now a friend
Laughing

My Angel
With wings
Burning bright

My Angel
My Heart
Still alight

You told me (to make you feel better)

Surprise was not the first thing on my
Mind (shrugging)

Knowledge of its Happening was
Destined (premonition)

Maybe already happened or a future
Event (wavering)

Bound to happen (So Say We All)

“We had a relationship.”

(Shrugging)

(Tick)
:
(Tock)

We are both children of naivety

We both have needs

We made a cake, and now the Sadness

Descends

Dark clouds circling

Dark clouds circling

Your panties never stopped

the bleeding

My smelling senses told me when

The smell of tin the warning friend

To stay away

from your dark clouds circling

above – within

She said

She said :

“dance like nobody is watching”

I stumbled, trying, their backs turned and minds focused on distant dreams

“write like nobody is reading”

I scribbled, trying, their eyes wavering and my words in cursive ignored

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