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.

X^3

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As the lingering thoughts of
summer fades
the Sleeper awakes
unconsciously tapping
the power of ages.
Blissful winds hunts
the creature small
soothing thoughts
through barren
landscape.
The one way depicted
in paintings of old
The second a guessing
a coming fortold
The third merely there
to matter the fact
No matter what
X marks the spot.

this plague of mine

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As I laid there in the corner
with your shadow hovering
I recalled the days of glory
before the ancients came.
RAPE.
RAPE.
I told you it was RAPE.
No hiding from the truth
your actions were my
spoiling.
My innocense the
candelabre rocking
the eternal fire now
diminishing

blinded

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I knew who I was – then
I know who I am – just now
I know not who I will be – next
My visions Come No more

The Uncomfortable Shadows of P

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In the summer night
light as a feather
fluttering silken

In the autumn chill
waying in heavy
stiffer still

In the midwinter frost
a burden unreal
hibernating

The coming of spring
most blessed of times
awakening

In shadows of self
I wander
trying hard to find
the way out

Status Quo

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In my early years
I tried keeping
a diary alive

(HOW SAD A READ IT WAS…)

It died

These days I
feed the
Tumblr monster

(…)

not much has changed

I say

False Truths

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The fading memories of
being loved

is the perceived fading the actual truth

or

are the memories in fact

just plainly false

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