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.

“What it’s like to be a poet”

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imperiallefty:

Writing for an audience that may never see your face and vice versa.
Creating stories that may never have a beginning or ending or middle.
Describing dreams as nightmare and days like nights.
Chewing up and spitting out cliches until they too become a cliche.
Dying forever just to live in a moment.
Writing a thousand words just to use one line.
Being loved and hated by strangers and yourself.
Idolizing the dead, romanticizing the fictitious, forgetting to pay the living.
(sometimes)
Understanding that your art may never pay a bill, save a life or make someone fall in love, with you or anyone else.
Being a poet is having a superpower that changes without warning and turns your villains into heroes.
Have fun with that thought.

Hear hear

Fade into oblivion, for them

By - 
I never watched you disappear into
The ground, never found your grave
All too appealing.





We shared images of women naked as
Backdrops to better living, yet your safe
Were filled with other pieces.





Your video collection, private, as the
Other half never understood your
Secrets, filled with filth and otherwise.





You shared the self with others,
My skin not by far thick enough
To understand and reciprocate
Whatever you did unknowingly.





I wish for less of your DNA
To permeate this earth,
For less of your ideas to
Remain a viable future





For them.

Bouquet of Being

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I am always watching,
Always listening to the silence,
To the unspoken words of your
Inner being.
Aligning to your specific fragrance of
Death,
To your bouquet of
Being you among the trivia of
Life.
I am always watching
You, and loving it…

Stars

By - 
We never buried the hatchet, kept the flames licking our broken bodies until, one day, we made a vertical video. It went viral as far as viral infections go, topped the charts of broken hearts, broke our recorded promises in half, kept us melting; apart. We never buried the hatchet, but now, at least, we are stars.

Genes

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The passing of genes down the line,
Down through time unwanted,
I never could say no.





The father of the mother enjoyed
The bitter drink,
Far too often &
Far too long.





The father of the mother had a
Father of a mother who enjoyed
Their madness raging,
Far too long ago &
Far too close to comfort.





The passing of genes down the line,
Down through time unwanted,
I rage over ever being conceived,
Of ever being





Wanted

Meow

By - 
As I let the cat out of the bag
I realise the bag is
Unremarkably transparent,
The last of the nine paths to freedom
Already trodden,
The torn thread unfurled
With a sullen





Meow

so and …

By - 
So and therefore
So and thus
I reveal the shadows behind the us





I have so far lived
I have so far loved
I have though failed to go beyond
The rules of love - unobtained





The therefores and the thus’
I am here, as thus
As this
In tatters





Walk with me
Down my lanes
Though dark they seem
Light will shine





Light will be our guide cordially
Ashone upon yer face:





…





Aargh!, the witch, the witch
A wee shy lassie sits
Abeigh as tho’ in hiding
Dinky dimpled & brown dribbled
Bonny enough for mah eye, aye!





I awaken and I see
My errors
Scott I is not
Though forever grateful --





For your trust

words flattened

By - 
I get worried
Worried when people, some people
Yes that could be you!
Apparently begin to digest
My words
My words as written in solitude
In the silence of a single soul
In the silence of one, waiting
I get worried when people
Begin to engage,
When they take me for a ride
Unfunny,
When my words fall flat





Unwittingly

sometimes

By - 
Sometimes, the desire for normality
Far outreaches the opportunity and
Ability to obtain.





Sometimes, the dreams are not
Enough.





Sometimes, I call you
In vain.
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