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[This is the complete library of draft poetry by Hayden Veil. Part of it can be found in more refined form in the published works by Hayden Veil, listed below]

2020 Blog Train!

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imperiallefty:

2020 poetry blog train!

Every once in awhile it’s good to start a new blog train because a lot of accounts tend to go inactive or deactivate and we gotta stay up to date! 

If you’re a poetry blog or a blog that reblogs/posts a lot of poetry, like & reblog this post so that others can find you and the work that you share! 

I no longer regard this a poetry blog… I write, arrange letters into words, sentences if you arrange them further… I am not expecting much & therefore I do not receive as such, but when I do I live for another day; safe in the knowledge that I am not alone in this world

For the purpose of my sanity…

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For the purpose of my sanity I do wish to express:
my love for you I did possess, but somehow I forget…
Forget, forgot to make it clear: to make the point,
the point, the point was not as such particularly
clear.

I regret the lack of expression: of the love I did not
convey. No doubt you did not notice me, as only silence
lingered there.

But now when all will never be told I do wish it to be said:
that all I ever wanted was the you my heart held dear. So for
the purpose of my sanity I hope I have made it clear: I once did
love and that love was yours, & thus: it has been

said

spam

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Figuratively speaking

Chocolate cake is

never wrong

At Runnymede & Dundas

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It was that time of year; of snow and
hailstorm and abandoned tears,
it was around the time you opened
your mouth; no, not the yawning at
the corner of Runnymede and Dundas,
I found a growing sense of purpose
just then and there; an awesome urge
to stalk
to follow
to never let go
I was found wanting --

forevermore

I found a beautiful mind

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Once upon a time
I found a beautiful mind
One I could relate to
If not so much such to its brilliance
But through its struggles I found
a kin-ness & now await my time
to realise that all this is fiction and
a mere result of the figety imagination
of my --

broken mind

another world

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The reflection in one bauble is
Different to the others,

I see the truth of that which is
the me; the essence of bleeding:

Red baubles dreaming of the
New year & another world

Altogether

Confusion

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I sometimes confuse myself
Imagining being you
Having someone close
Being more than naught

I sometimes confuse the self
Imagining teetering on the brink
Having a place to escape
Being boundless & bouncing

I sometimes confuse
Imagining a self
Having a personality &

Being

icymi

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icymi, yes you probably did but
I do not mind either way
I do not force you to read but
I like when you do
I like when you take your time
to read, to think
& think about what might have sparked
those words right there
right there in front of you

I rarely give it away
I rarely think you still read
I rarely think of you
a friend
a lover
but just icymi

I carry on

towards the tree-line

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The low-hanging fruit of a year turned anew: shame and
embarrassment is ripe for the picking.

Not sure what is worse: the failing to write, or
reading of words from other hearts awritten.

Perusing your words was once a joy, as was the
cold chiseling of words as art.

But now, this day as every day I find nothing; no
thing that will inspire and bring those moments back to life.

My dawn is passed, and I meander towards the
tree-line -- and the twilight beckoning
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