alan khan : Writing

shut the f**k up for a second.

shut the f**k up for a second.

A Poem by alan khan


its a constant bombardmentenough to fill an apartmentyour goddamn f*****g naggingtrumps over my constant bragging.i have reason to be proudbut your bi..
early morning.

early morning.

A Poem by alan khan


the brazilian undertones of blessed morning.the spanish sounds of birds chirping reminiscent. i wake with a curl in my toes.as the light catches in yo..
my demon.

my demon.

A Poem by alan khan


this is some fucked up s**t.
anne hex. am i.

anne hex. am i.

A Poem by alan khan


and so i turn my back to this world.and clothe myself in ancient villainy.that vale bathed in sinthat i so long now have hung up.shall drape over my s..
hard man

hard man

A Poem by alan khan


where's ya headed hard man?with your skin so bathed in chromewith your lips so hung in frownwhere's ya headed hard man?gonna give s**t without takegon..
i wanna taste and be gone

i wanna taste and be gone

A Poem by alan khan


i wanna stepp in through the front door.hang my coat and hang my hati wanna put the record under the needlethen endure a seunsual attack.i wanna slide..
a nagging dilema.

a nagging dilema.

A Poem by alan khan


there is a feelingmost of me can getthat aside from pussyworking outeatting semi vegan (though f**k that vegan s**t)and the occasional indulgence of c..
roll up the windows.

roll up the windows.

A Story by alan khan


p*****s steer clear of this
don't cling to sanity.

don't cling to sanity.

A Poem by alan khan


with matters so developedinto hatred toward reason.with kings wearing ragsand the peasant clothed inholy man's skin.with faceless mencovered in beards..