alan khan : Writing

c**k and vagina.

c**k and vagina.

A Poem by alan khan


this poem is in no way about c**k and vaginas. you sick f**k.
there is no wax on your wings icarus.

there is no wax on your wings icarus.

A Poem by alan khan


he was a fool for wanting to fly so close to the sun. but listen, he was mad enough to think wings would make him fly. dreams only give reason fo..
penance.

penance.

A Poem by alan khan


yee who falls slave tothine ownsin. will forever taste the wrath and villany you have let swarm this earth. for your one mistake the greatest mi..
put life in it's place.

put life in it's place.

A Poem by alan khan


youwake. and you let the breeze cut through your hair, the breeze you’ve held captive for days without end. you hear the news of endless horo..
uno dos

uno dos

A Poem by alan khan


go run jump fast take your hand grab hold of a*s. life is empty life is black let that chicky grab that sack. will you reach the end of time ..
fiest

fiest

A Poem by alan khan


fiest…. the worried and the damned taste crimson’s kiss. its sweet pucker and smack a sound like sweet endless joy. the “cheap..
cause he was bored. MAYHAM--afternoon (3)

cause he was bored. MAYHAM--afternoon (3)

A Story by alan khan


i dont even care how much this sucks. this s**t is insanely fun to write.
cause he was bored. MAYHAM--midday (2)

cause he was bored. MAYHAM--midday (2)

A Story by alan khan


so of course i turn around and fight the mob of angry pedestrians and police officers. i was having such a good day in this dry a*s heat.. why ruin su..
cause he was bored. MAYHAM--morning time. (1)

cause he was bored. MAYHAM--morning time. (1)

A Story by alan khan


a story reserved for a******s only.
...and near the end of his life.

...and near the end of his life.

A Story by alan khan


the news reporter doing her best to not blow away from the heavy gusts of wind, gave her evening report. she stood in front a funeral home, where the ..