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Kylean Hald

Kylean Hald

“My pronouns are He/Him, because I’ll never be his”

14
Writings
7
Followers
4
Following
Kylean Hald

Kylean Hald

“My pronouns are He/Him, because I’ll never be his”

14
Writings
7
Followers
4
Following
The Thistle Reverend Ran

Kylean Hald

1 min read

They never had a chance to be


I’ve been; I regret it all honestly


Why, why, why me, why, why, why


I used to not want to have been


Could have been better; greater


It doesn’t stop this thistle of pain



Thistle, this will never end, Reverend


Thistle, this will never end, Reverend


Thistle, this will never end, Reverend



Though this pain hurts my skin


Doesn’t mean I want to not be


I don’t wa...

Poetry

INT. Lovers House - Night - 3 Years Ago

Kylean Hald

1 min read

I smoke now to fog the visions of you.

I see the way you looked at me,

Even though you’re no longer here.


I close my eyes and hear your voice,

Still hearing the way you breathe.

They say I should try to drown it out,

But the mirror doesn’t show me anymore.


As days pass and months turn to years,

I yearn for someone like you.

You were the w...

Poetry

1
cry about it idc.

Kylean Hald

1 min read

It’s daft of you

To think I would

Cry if you died.


Today, if I lost

My lover now,

I certainly have cried.


I’m crying again,

I try not to scream

your name now.


I cried, I’m crying, I still cry

For me, myself, and,

I wish this hadn’t been....

Poetry

1
Lucky Penny & Dimed Daemion

Kylean Hald

1 min read

I may look imperfect,

But the way you look at me

Shows me how imperfect you are.


I scar my body,

With imperfections because I’m not perfect;

You scar your mind,

With how perfect you think you are.


I hurt myself,

Because of how other people hurt me;

You hurt people,

So you don’t have to hurt yourself.


I may not be like you,

But we came from the same coin,

With different views.


You are not like ...

Poetry

You Dig? (work song tbh?)

Kylean Hald

1 min read

Digging down, digging down,

Digging far and wide,

The road is yet unpaved,

So let’s go make it right.


Digging down, digging down,

Digging into the earth,

The days, they feel so short,

So let’s show our worth.


Digging down, digging down,

The dirt is dirty every time,

But we will stay clean,

And keep our heads held high.


Digging down, digging down,

Digging through the dirt,

This song’s about digg...

Poetry

Anything*

Kylean Hald

1 min read

I saw the TV glow too.

I didn’t have anyone to watch it with.


Maybe about five or six years ago,

I watched it.

It was sinking me,

it’s still sinking me.


My skin feels off,

the whole world feels off.

Everybody’s on my nerves-

-they’d say;

“what happened to you?”

and

“why are you like this?”


I’ve tried to unplug the TV,

but it burns me

when I change the channel

or when I try to pull the plug.


It...

Poetry

1
Forsaken

Kylean Hald

1 min read

“Everyone’s hates you, I should too

I’m also hated as well, why are we like this?

We shouldn’t be allowed to live

It wasn’t that bad, not to them.

Others thought it was so bad, enough, that we deserve it to


“Is it worse to kill a living person or to keep a suicidal person alive?”

It used to be us three, now two…


Still after my whole life feeling sick, nothing really helped; just distracted or re...

Poetry

Humour

1
It’s Out of Focus

Kylean Hald

1 min read

I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.




Soon enough the path others named ‘right’ disappeared, and all that’s right has gone.

The sun turned darker, and a new moon came to light.


Afterwards the trail began going deeper into the unknown, and what I didn’t know had become me.


I have felt it now, the dysphoria, I didn’t feel real; but I felt unbearably real.


I...

Poetry

Mystery

1
I Was An Object Shadow

Kylean Hald

1 min read

I wasn’t confined to him anymore; he always kept me inside,


Yelling at me whenever I came to him; he’d say, damn it, you’re always getting in the way,


There were others like me, with an ‘owner’ too; we planned to run, run as far as possible,


Maybe even see each other one day, in a new city; in a new house,


Repainted anew or the centerpiece of an art gallery or broken and rebuilt stronger


That...

Poetry

YA fiction

1
I Ruin Everything

Kylean Hald

1 min read

I was 14

My dad was cheating

My mother was just a girl

The day felt different

Two of my aunts ||: fathers side :||

Came to my home, yelled at me

Came to my room, then assaulted me; left with my father

When two of my cousins heard

Went to pick me and my mother up

Their house was my house for a week

Then back at my place, replaced the locks

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house n...

Poetry

Crime

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