alan khan : Writing

i can f**k again.

i can f**k again.

A Poem by alan khan


been a whiledid you miss me babyhave you missedinsanicrazy.that's the word you usedwhen i slip and slide.it's been too longsince i took that ride.it's..
cole should wet his pants.

cole should wet his pants.

A Poem by alan khan


eating all the monkies as they tasted muchies.told himself he was the one fraid of all the aligators feeding on the childrenfraid of all the wasps fee..
the guilt of perfection

the guilt of perfection

A Poem by alan khan


and in this. my final few minutes of wake.i look upon who was iwho am iand who will i.and i fear for what,will mankind feelof the first feather monste..
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;oubouubawergoibweegf;o'obWEG

A Story by alan khan


i will not edit.
ever tasted fear?

ever tasted fear?

A Story by alan khan


i want to tell a true story. it’s about a boy. before this incident, this story, this boy was just the average kid. not so average really, b..
empty. dessert.

empty. dessert.

A Poem by alan khan


and he let himself be consumed in that sunlight. only for the harsh winters wind blow and pick him up away. and dropped him into the dessert..
who's jack?

who's jack?

A Story by alan khan


"so who is this m**********r?" before tony could answer the question, boss bill said, "and did he know that was my f*****g bank?""i dont know boss bil..
who i am

who i am

A Story by alan khan


it'd been 4 years since his last scuffle with another man. between that time he had come to realize some things, not huge things, but subtle enough he..
how to slice your apple.

how to slice your apple.

A Story by alan khan


like most early mornings, this one was met with pain. a pain that clasped around your neck, and gave shocks of icy heat down your back. down to your t..