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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aquietjoy:

CAN YOU EVEN CALL YOURSELF A MEMBER OF THE TWC IF THIS IS NOT ON YOUR BLOG? ย SERIOUS.

Well Mr H. in your time there was no submit button so you had time to wake up, put the kettle on before you realised your creations from the night before needed some tweaking. These days I only realise my time spent the night before as the Tumblr hearts start to arrive. The submit button is just too tempting a device to ignore in the heat if the moment. So write drunk I say, write drunk, sober moments only leads to regret.

midday vibrations (A – part 1)

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I found myself a man being

muchly in love with jeopardy

SHE was a mother of four

though twenty years amarried

no bothering for me

my senses extraordinary

pure lust pulsating steadily

as the bell chimed noon

sugar glider possum

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this country is not
my country
nor should it be
your country
the made up borders
white picket fences only
divide and segregate
the stress of
waking up to
a sugar glider possum
barking solely
reconfirming the truth of
stress growing
no borders
no worries
no questions
no lies

Open Heart Surgery (part 1)

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One rainy Friday night of evenings
recent as one measure time
bored out of my whits completely
dulled by drinking cheapish wine
I thought I’d try asomething new
to spice up an existence poor
I gathered my sharpened tools
Japanese shining knives of old
headed down the basement dark
to mend the broken piece

No smoke without fire

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In the heat of the moment

our moment

my napalm nausea

and rage overflowing

our innocense lost to

fires burning stronger

the pulp and the

harbinger of death

combined

the pyre smouldering

yet

S.C.U.M

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I would happily give you
the knife
the enabler
to go forth and prosper
slicing parts of me
into oblivion
My birth coinciding with
Your manifesto calling
for the cutting of the MEs
I understand your grief
though not how man’s
demise would ever
fulfill your dreams
.
.
.
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: my feminine manifesto

a rat called pudsy

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Born in the gutter I was not // far from it removed I was // a roof covered most of my crown jewels shimmering // a leaky bucket in gold acovered withering // I grew in length and aptitude // scholarly visit were regular occurrence // with age came understanding // though not as expected // the world seemed different // scary and nasty // I withdrew from it all // with nobody caring // no questions asked or suggestions sharing // a life in solitude // a narrow path of flight // the only route of escape was through the gutter downspout

ego sum, sed non requiescent

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I admit I sometimes sleep

it helps to keep the mice at bay

They crawl inside my veins most days

the shaking never stops

I try and drown them one by one

breathless whimpers in my mind

Mindless racing

Thoughts alight

another sleepless night

awaits

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