I left you without farewells
The only way I knew
The only way I could remain โ sane
I left you a pink rabbit
For your circadian cravings
To save you โ from yourselves
I left you with the knowing
You would only stay awash
While the voltaic charge โ prevailed
I left you without a future
For your darkened moods
As the viper's bugloss wilted
Note to self & listeners… You know those 20+ years you wrote from the heart not really considering the reader and how the words would be perceived in the mind of the receiver… Those years matters not; or matters little in the grand plan of … everything.
After a few months of studying the art of poetry I find them pretentious and vain. Them being the reference of learning and marks.
So here I stand at the crossroads of all. How to go on, and how to to find my purpose – here?
Any ideas? Any suggestions for one lost at sea …
Note to tumblr (if youโre listening)
I am really disappointed how you just randomly disconnect me from the blogs I follow. If I donโt see any posts from a particular writer I assume they are busy with their life, doing whatever people do in their lives, I am not assuming you HAVE DISCONNECTED ME FROM THEIR FEED :/
But I will from now on. @staff , I am not amused.
and the swans swam and the feathers fluttered in a breeze caused by the air rearrangement, the ignition of the fuse slowly surging forwards, longing to tickle the dynamite, eagerly awaiting a moment to shine, to explode in the face of inevitably -- and truth, and the swans swam and the feathers fluttered in the breeze ever present
and the swans swam and the feathers fluttered in a breeze caused by the air rearrangement, the ignition of the fuse slowly surging forwards, longing to tickle the dynamite, eagerly awaiting a moment to shine, to explode in the face of inevitably -- and truth, and the swans swam and the feathers fluttered in the breeze ever present
Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil
Did you see it? The message I sent, I hoped it would pass you by unnoticed, I sent you a disappearing message, hoping it would miss, miss its intended target, This message unseen and message unnoticed, so inappropriate and yet so innocent, the content from a bin liner mixed with the shrouds of the tormented, Did you see it? Did it -- miss the target
Did you see it? The message I sent, I hoped it would pass you by unnoticed, I sent you a disappearing message, hoping it would miss, miss its intended target, This message unseen and message unnoticed, so inappropriate and yet so innocent, the content from a bin liner mixed with the shrouds of the tormented, Did you see it? Did it -- miss the target
Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil
I still wear the ring -- only on a different finger these days๏ผ the message you left still resonates -- ad infinitum, the space between us, the void between stars, shrinks with every passing jug under the infinite bridge, I still wear the ring -- Unfitting
and the poet worried about the imagery of the current week about not finding enough metaphors to satisfy the average reader about using those second-hand phrases passed down in anger ; in anguish as you searched your own limited vocabulary and the poet worried about the coming week about having to โ rhyme about having meters tangling their freely spoken words about fitting the academic world into their โ playground
