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.

Countdown

T minus three hours
D minus two bottles of wine
B minus forty-two brain cells
Twenty-seventeen approaching
a-lone still

New year wish

Happy New Year @staff

If you’re not too busy next year, could you add a feature to the Tumblr app to enable me to reply to the sponsor ads? You see there was this beautiful woman revealing herself to me and I would very much like to befriend her before anyone else…

Sincerely

B.A. Stard (Mr.)

Let The Reblogging begin

writerscreed:

All of you who wants us to check out your blog and reblog your originals

Comment and Reblog this post
Let’s celebrate Reblogging.
Before celebrating a beginning of something new.

(Min of 5 would be reblogged by us)

Might as well go out on a high 🖖

Effing fff

fear fire 

fill feathers

file font

find fathers

free fodder 

fuckanothernewyearsevent

Quandary

He was asked to grow some balls, and enquired if penis enlargement would suffice.

The Brotherhood of Pen

Sharing ink and needles, in a brotherhood of pen. Collusion amidst fires raging deep, deep within. Our endless wells of agony, betrayal and torment. Their bottomless pits, invisible crosses scattered through the lands. Fragments of shattered souls, longing to reunite. The brotherhood of pen – the power and the might.

try harder

Your sharp black ink upon white fluffy clouds
words once booming becoming me no longer
unfathomable constructs of silence lurks
behind the full stop icicles in melting

Tea leaves scattered

It can be read in the
stars fading before
our very eyes, the year of
our lord twenty seventeen
will be the end of days

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