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.

Poetry Drafts / / By

luciblackanima:

I have been so far from here. I have travelled galaxies behind my eyes and I have held so firmly to the sounds of reverberating lies. I do not know what I am doing here. I do not belong here. There is no place for me;

this is no place for me.

I have been so far from here – I don’t recognise the landmarks or the locals. I heart. I wave. I acknowledge.

There is no place for me;

this is no place for me.

The tumblr programmers have added a feature preventing me from replying… that’s innovative?!?! So I will reblog instead, just wanting so say this is always a place for everyone, including you, #fact. Another useless fact is this: you are my third longest connection, yes you – remove Tumblr itself there is only one which I have connected with longer. We’ve been here for years, decades even. I suggest we remain, as air sustain life we feed the words into the perpetual grinder of everlasting dreams.

Poetry Drafts / / By

quaintobsessions:

Sól

But I can’t tell you of that,
can I?

The wolf’s chase, the run,
the blood-

stained snow, screams stifled
to barely a breath.

*

I won’t be able to unsay
that I

missed you when you stopped
looking for

my reflection in the well, bare,
undone, eaten alive.

*

Is this when it starts
to last?

Or is it already frozen
like early blooms

gripped by cold
consuming them like fire?

As Dusk Settles

Poetry Drafts / / By 
As dusk settles
As twilight calls to arms
I light four candles
Each night, every night 
In remembrance of brighter days
Of days of snow 
And icicle brows

As dusk settles 
As innocence falls apart 
I light four candles
Each night, every night
In remembrance of another life
Of a life of smiles 
And absent worries

As dusk settles 
As fate calls for a final charge
I light four candles
Each night, every night
In anticipation of a life anew 
Of a life with another me
And you

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Sinners of the unlicked plate
Gravy-streaked fringes
Charred fatty fingers
Of the carnivorous few
Remaining true
Each to own their fate

December Dove

Poetry Drafts / / By 
She came loosely wrapped 
In a tarpaulin waltzing,
Wild fire in her hair
& bleak lips pouting,
The gentle men awaited
Seeking all her candle light,
Begone the seasoned darkness
Banish now our gloomy lives. 

She came loosely wrapped 
On snowless ground,
Ablaze as morning broke
Behind a frosty night,
Across a barren meadow
In the country of old,
The long shadows shortened 
As her light faded cold.

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I search for a light in the darkness,
A light without fire and burns,
I find a bauble dangling on a branch
A sparkling light
A focused find 
,
,
Uninspiring

Poetry Drafts / / By 
The only game I ever properly completed was Darklands, an epic game back in the day. Yes, I reached Legendary Hero status. I miss those days, roaming across European soil, slaying dragons, purging the hamlets of Satan worshippers, the Essence of Grace, sleeping to restore health…

Poetry Drafts / / By

It could be argued something’s gone wrong when a kitchen cupboard houses a jar of cloves with a faded label: best before December 2013

Sharp Nails

Poetry Drafts / / By 
How?

I’d say … strangulation,
Bright eyes 
Sharp nails in Ducati red 
Blue sky and fluttering sails,
An empty beach 
Overlooking the end 
Of their torrid world 

How?

I’d say … strangulation,
Your eyes
Your soft hands caressing
My tanned neck,
We stretch and we extend
As unseeing eyes wander
In feeble attempts

How?

I’d say … any which way,
Any billboard, anywhere 
As long as I can go fast 
Across the plains of dreams,
Plant my fingers in the soil 
Of the forgotten, sail further 
Than before

The C-word

Poetry Drafts / / By 
You cringe as you read my words,
My ephemeral expression diverted 
From a shattered self reflecting
Upon the rusty rails beyond:
A disappearing truth 
And a tunnel unexplored

You cringe as you read my words,
My ephemeral expression diverted 
To attempt to convey the frail,
The wanted, the tunnel of hope
If only with a single torch 
Or by Napalm nausea wrought 

You cringe as you read my words,
My ephemeral expression diverted, 
The cracked mirrors of my worlds
And bleach blonde delusions 
Laid bare without custard, 
Clotted cream – or hope
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