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Lane Hayward

Lane Hayward

I am a 30 year old father of 4 beautiful girls. I express my feelings through art, whether that be painting, music or writing. I’m open to any feedback on my work and I’m happy to entertain you with my poetry and short stories

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Lane Hayward

Lane Hayward

I am a 30 year old father of 4 beautiful girls. I express my feelings through art, whether that be painting, music or writing. I’m open to any feedback on my work and I’m happy to entertain you with my poetry and short stories

8
Writings
2
Followers
1
Following
Blue Bird (fly Away)

Lane Hayward

1 min read

The day that i saw you

I couldnt believe

You’re the most beautiful girl

That I’d ever seen


I miss your sounds

And your head on my cheek

I’d hold onto you

Until you fell asleep


Fly

Fly far away

Please don’t forget me

‘cause i have to stay

So ill wait

Ill stay in this cage

Until you return

And you take me away


Out of this cage

You can now spread your wings

Light up the world

With the songs tha...

Poetry

Romance

3
The Privileged One

Lane Hayward

1 min read

you have gotten everything handed to you,

Yet you tell me you’re struggling from your four bedroom house.

You tell me you’re broke,

Even after you told me you never let your bank account get under $1000.

You show me all of these things that you get to do with your kids.

Here i am, working my ass off to where i barely see my kids.

Your first car was given to you at 17,

I had to buy my first car at ...

Poetry

My Girls

Lane Hayward

1 min read

The kids are wide awake,

It’s 10 at night God sake!

There are no more breaths to take.

I can’t help but feel so mad.


These kids, they always cry.

No matter how i try,

My day just drags on by.

But i swear its not all bad.


Hard times are just a trial

Sit back and watch a while

Because when you see them smile

It’s so hard to still be sad


The days that i can stay

At home with them and play,

I sure ...

Poetry

Drama

1
Blind Date

Lane Hayward

1 min read

I met this pretty girl

Thought “lets see where this thing goes”

She looked like she could hurl

“A booger’s hanging from your nose”


She a look of doom

And wouldn’t look me in the eye

When i went to the bathroom

I guess I didn’t zip my fly


It almost made her sob

And ruined her whole day

When i said I have no job

And she would have to pay


When the day just started

To seem like we would blend

I sat...

Poetry

Humour

The Gift

Lane Hayward

1 min read

The moment you were born,

The ligh reflecting off of your pale skin,

It seemed as though you were an angel

Gleaming with the light of love.

I Held my breath until i heard your first gasp.

The way your hand wrapped around my finger,

It filled my heart with emotions I didn’t know i had.

Your beautiful eyes looking up at me,

Telling me that you felt safe.

I never thought I could feel the love

that i ...

Drama

Living In The Past

Lane Hayward

1 min read

My hair,

Where is it going?

And where did this grey come from?

It was brown yesterday.


My eyes,

Why is everything so blurry?

And what are these lines on my face?

I swear i went to bed with perfect skin.


My knees,

Why are they so sore?

Why do they keep popping?

I was playing tag with my kids last week.


My back,

What made it hurt this bad?

Why can’t i stand up straight?

My posture has been perfe...

Poetry

Drama

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My One And Only

Lane Hayward

1 min read

My Valentine

My love

My heart and my soul

My gift from above

We’ll together grow old

Your curves

Your body

Your voice soft and sweet

The thought

Of you gone

Makes me want to weep

The way

That it feels

When you lay in my lap

My fingers

Trace your sides

Like they were a map

Jasmine

My sweetheart

The core of my world

This poem’s of course

About my guitar not a girl...

Poetry

Romance

1
Brother

Lane Hayward

1 min read

The me, I used to know has gone and run away.

I’m seven and should simply run and play.

“Let’s go in my room and watch tv” are the words he’d always say.

He tricked my both of my parents and now these feelings stay.

He did this and i didn’t fight,

“Does this mean that I am gay?”

Every night, for this memory to end is what I pray,

But deeply I know it won’t until my last day.

The me I used to know...

Poetry

Drama