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.

all good words lost at sea

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I once attempted to write of love
Of the light that shines above
Then the storm came and the
Ship sank
Most of the good words lost at depth
Only the dark and hollowly expressed
Ever resurfaced

Poetry Collection Published!

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Ghosts frequently haunt the places we desire the most in our search for solitude: our memories. Our ghosts are personal, intimate, and often unreasonable foes of days long gone. Over time they become our sparring partners in the eternal ring of unyielding fires, refusing to heed our cries for mercy.

Ghosts is a collection of personal poetry painted in black and white. Poems dealing with past and present ghosts, and with the life and inevitable death of the poet they left behind.

Please be aware: the topics covered herein may be upsetting to some readers. There is explicit content: strong language, references to abuse and scenes of a sexual nature; plus frequent misuse of punctuation, grammar, and the English language.

Available now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Waterstones, plus many other online book sellers around the world.
Published:
Publisher: Hayden Veil (https://haydenveil.com/)
Imprint: Hayden Veil
Genres:
Poetry

elvis never left the building

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Elvis never actually left the building 
he turned off the air-con 
upped the heating to max 
then turned in a pirouette 
laughing out loud as the mirrors tumbled





I WALK FREE 





beneath your shattered dreams 
behind your broken backs 
beyond your understanding 
before the fall of man 





I am

from a distance

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I come with no strings attached
I come with no expectations
I cross my heart
Crossing your dream from the list of
Buckets that makes the you
Different from the list of me





Empty





Silent





My dreams no longer describable
Though as likely as a common folk
Unbecoming the pauper
I will love you from afar
From a safe distance
I will admire you





Unknowingly

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haikkun:

I’ll Let Myself Down, Thank You

It doesn’t work

Because in a dream I dreamt you said,

“This isn’t something serious.”

And I know, and I know, and I know…

But let a napalm heart pretend.

I see a million ways to ford the river

If I had not stomached so many stones

Too many too manies

Too many how would its

Too many I’m olds

Such a sweet thought

Such a beautiful coal in the folds of my coat

And I shall warm my fingers memory-side

From time to time while I can

You skipping stones

Your sleeping bones

You pulling me up from below

It doesn’t work

To let you go with my eyes open

_____________________________

Maureen Armstrong @haikkun

Reblog cuz #napalm iz close to my heart also

If you could meet only ten people that you follow on tumblr, which ten would they be?

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definegodliness:

From the top of my head, varying from a chance to share deep thoughts to fun and easy-going inebriation, but mostly both. Some of us go way back! Makes me wish travelling was cheaper. Anyway, these people:

@takingstockofwhatmattersmost
@readsal
@cruxymox
@agirlcalledco
@midnightxmasquerade
@allnightsong2
@haikkun
@fifty-shades-of-apathy
@behind-the-veil-of-sanity
@cravingwitandwisdom

Me thinks there was a spelling error in there as I is not worthy of inclusion on such list. #ignoreme Though I will always suggest following @fifty-shades-of-apathy cuz … just because #thereareonlyafewthatcanmoveme

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I’m not particularly impressed by Tumblr on IOS right now… *pheuming* WTF so you mean when you say IT COULD NOT BE SENT – TRY AGAIN ????!! All of my my frcking words are gone you stupid shit of an app. You better sort yourself out or I will get my Scottish dictionary out… and that will not be pretty @staff

As I watch Within Temptation live on stage from way back, I cannot but wonder: are you a Gouda man? Ok it is a cheesy question, but hey you wanted questions so!!!! I remember driving down from Amsterdam to Breda, passed the windmill to the right, nibbling on the cheesiest of dreams :) I will return one day!

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definegodliness:

Nope. No Gouda. See, I have a cheese guy. 

I live in a rural area and every Friday ‘my guy’ arrives in his cheese truck. Sells the good stuff with his son. That flavour, I gotta tell ya, really puts any store bought brand to shame. And the mouth feel! That young matured cheese just melts in your mouth. 

Also, awesome to read you didn’t stop at Amsterdam! I know that’s our main attraction, but it’s so international you hardly get the Dutch experience.

“I have a cheese guy” – respect! My culture also embraces cheese, but unfortunately I now have to survive on cheddar…

Angel of syllables

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For those of you in the know, and you
Not yet fully enlightened,
I hereby proclaim my innocence;
I am no longer a virgin of words,
No longer an Angel of syllables,
I speak my words without fear (a lie)
I whisper my dreams without tears,
I let my last moment of youth
Embrace me, before the final toll,
Before the final reckoning





Descends

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madeofsaltwater-deactivated2021:

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an inventory of topoi

there was a fruit fly in the room

named it amy lawless shouting in the corner

is a bug hotel are they doing it on a glass ledge

(thats so sexy)

play tom waits

you mean nick cave

i mean dry demos

did you know when a bat falls from a cave onto a pile of cockroaches,

confess

conFESS

hand over knees wretching stop it please

i jest,

my lips are lined perfectly

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Any writing referencing fruit flies deserves a reblog

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